Tough Nuts

Space was an interesting atmosphere, it was cold and desolate yet housed so many of the new colonies and the time of the spacenoids was coming to attention. Vyeer Rokhart was not a spacenoid, no she was born on earth and yet somehow she had found herself here. Though she could not feel a bit of excitement, space still had many mysteries and sometimes it was even horrifying to be caught in such desolation. Yet, the bluenette would keep a stoic face. Expressionless as she was, there was an inkling of excitement rapidly pumping through her icy veins. Through the halls, she walked with a kind of swagger that made her feel important. Those who saw her blue hair and the line of metal on her face could not think and laugh off what an excuse of a pilot she might be, and how the Gods had chosen her of all people to be a participant in this exercise.

The scrutiny was based on how she looked, how she acted. Sure, she might seem careless and a little aloof, those eyes of her as she looked at them with fearless determination and not one subtle change of expression as her eyes scanned across and would not even flicker a heartbeat from the cowardice words spoken behind her back. Vyeer had to show them, had to show them this was not a mistake, that she was not a mistake.

In her normal suit, she walked plainly still holding a bit of an exaggerated swagger as she made for the briefing room. Several others had made it by and the woman held between her glossed lips a dangling, unlit cigarette. She would move it from her lips to her hands and just tap the tobacco stick down on the desk, fiddle with it, as her clear expression stared dead ahead as 1st Lieutenant Goldsmith explained their objective. This was first and foremost a drill of sorts, an experimental and practice sortie allowed by the governing federations. Vyeer didn't much care for the politics of it all, in fact, most of it was way above her head. But she was asked to be here and she would no doubt pass up such an invitation.

Callsign HeavyArms for her obsessive desire to see massive damage, Vyeer was given the name by a cadet she had met earlier, since then it kinda just stuck with her and it was perhaps a pretty funny story to bring up when they saw a female with such a callsign or hear her voice during the opening launch sequences. Her hand would flutter through her blue hair, crossing over the near shaven sides of her skull as she reclined in her seat, cigarette back in her mouth and just paying attention to the little nuance of the speaker. She didn't know much of this Goldsmith, but that was to say, she didn't know a lot about anyone- she didn't care. What she did care was what she was going to be doing.

"As you can all see there are some smaller asteroid fragments orbiting Kalyke which I assure you will be used defensively by the Federation forces."

Hiding behind rocks and dust debris. That could cause some problems, no doubt they'll probably try to snipe them from behind their little shields. There was a quick way to go about that, just go in with a massive amount of firepower and blow the shit up. According to how the asteroids were aligned, from the southern sector would be the best way to get in. Perhaps a spear formation and then break it open gently, have their forces converge on a single spot and then BOOM! Vyeer sheepishly looked onwards, she was no strategist- she was no mind for playing chess. She was simply a gun...point her in the right direction and she'll do the rest.

Vyeer rose her hands up and over her head as if to stretch her arms, they had come quickly down to lock behind her shaved head, the long blue hair falling to one side of her face as she continued to look at the screen and the information that was gathered around. The cigarette still unlit as it dangled from her dark lips, her eyes like glass and water as they shifted to the others wondering who was going to be the Hero of this little mission. Someone somewhere is gonna make this a big deal and it's going for bragging rights, whether they are just trying to show off or expecting something from the government to showcase their talents.

The female pilot didn't have an audacious or extreme desire to show off nor did she feel like representing herself as a leader. On the contrary, usually, people like that found themselves basking in shadows and not the light, forever trying to achieve a goal or a dream that could never come to fruition. Instead, Vyeer had minor goals to achieve for this sortie. The most important thing was to not look like a dumbass and do something that would jeopardize the entire mission. She could play it boldly, but not stupid. The other goal was to not get tagged or shot down prematurely. Sometimes a sacrifice was needed, but she didn't plan on making that bid early off in the mission. These small little goals were achievable and she would let those who wanted to play Hero do so.

As the briefing came to a close, the woman remained in her seat as the others hurried outside of the conference room on the ship. Vyeer sat there alone for a moment, in her simple mind, she was wondering if this was all truly legit. Coming from a rather well-known family and then having ties cut, she wondered if it was possible to make something of herself without her family name. Then again, she really didn't care. She enjoyed herself enough working on old cars and motorcycles, just driving around and seeking new things. The leggy female stood up, her lips smashing the cigarette between them as she rolled her neck and began walking towards the hangar where everyone was situated. She walked with a slow gait, nothing gaudy or nothing with too much swagger. She held tight under one arm her Normal Suit helmet, a white frame with a blue tinted visor- nothing special or to call home from. Her suit, in general, was also white with blue race stripes going down the length of it all, enough protection to keep herself alive in that cockpit.

As she came upon the hangar many of the other pilots were crowding around their machines, all too eagers eyes as the dummy rounds and missiles were loading into bays and then shuttled towards in commissioning their Mobile Suits. Vyeer stood among the chaos in the middle of the room, loud noises were heard here and there and instructions being called out from the side and corners. The woman stood in front of her Mobile Suit that was designated to her for this sortie, she would be flying in a Stark Jegan and her glassy eyes would just look up as the massive unit was equipped with the dummy rounds located on the shoulders. She was given a pamphlet on what the unit could be equipped with and as she was looking up, a massive bazooka was being equipped onto the machine. There was a small glint in her eyes, and her stoic expression, which was like stone, corroded by the brief presence of a smirk.

It was then that the 1st Lieutenant had snapped her out of whatever dreamworld she was in, her casual tone cutting through like a knife as Vyeer, who tilted her head to the side briefly forgot who she was and answered with a, "Huh?" When her brain synapses began to fire once again she sighed through the crack of her open mouth with the cigarette still dangling loosely from her lips.

"Oh, yes ma'am. First time." Vyeer was unsure if she was supposed to salute or bow? These sort of things were quite confusing for the pilot as she swam her fingers through the blue tendrils of her hair, the ambient light in the hangar catching the metallic surfaces over her face from her blue piercings as she turned about and faced the woman and then folded her arms over her chest and examined the green eyes that were looking back at her.

"First time, but I'll do my best in whatever I can. I'm not exactly used to Mobile Suits in space. I only have a few hundred hours clocked in on the simulators. I'm surprised to be here honestly..." She said looking back at the massive Stark Jegan as they loaded up all the dummy rounds.

Sure. Anyone could be fine, would Vyeer be fine? That was questionable. Her body was relaxed, there was no tension or stress on her muscles as she looked up at her fine unit. The only problem she probably would have would be the lack of gravity, even after her simulations she was told numerous times to watch the pitching factor with the thrusters, too much and her machine would go spinning out of control and thus induce some kind of vomiting. The woman rolled her fingers through the long blue hair that sat in a messy sway over one side of her face. With her lips clamping over the unlit cigarette, she motioned her hands behind her head swinging the long blue strands of hair into a messy tail and then slowly walked towards the lift to get into her machine. 

She sat comfortably in her mobile suit, her eyes showing no signs of excitement nor an expression to match as she would roll her head over her shoulders and then start pre-operation startups. The instruments in her cockpit seemed nominal and functioning, the controls on the other hand were pretty basic and straightforward. There was a lot of buttons, sure, but this seemed like any other simulation she had, the controls would be easy. The woman plucked her cigarette from her lips and placed it on the inside of her normal suit and then placed her helmet on making sure the pressure was adjusted. The heavy door of the pit began to scream as it lowered her in, she strapped herself in and placed both feet down on the floor as she swiveled her head to the side to see where the floor thrusters were located. Once again, it was just like being in a simulation. 

Everything looked like it was ready to go and she felt her machine vibrating and motioning as it was being hauled to the launch pad for the initiation sequence to begin. Locking her fingers together, a muted snap of her joints meant she was ready to begin. Comms lit up as the 1st Lieutenant gave the go for the birds to fly. For this mission, Vyeer was given SledgeHammer-3, her designation over the comms and her blank stare shifted slightly as she pushed off the launching deck and was shuttled into open space. Immediately the lack of gravity was taken notice and Vyeer eased up on her forward thrusters. She cursed to herself when it began to pan clockwise in an odd fashion, but she compensated and accelerated to get herself back on point. At least she didn't run into the other who was on her right flank, that would have been a bad goof. 


Vyeer watched out her window and kept pace with the others, her stoic expression remained when she heard the comms lit up with hostiles in the section of H-4. She looked down at her radar and squinted lightly and then adjusted her focus on the main viewing screen. She would throttle back a little and press some buttons in her pit, disengaging the safety from her bazooka and holding it steady in her right hand. When the command was given from the 1st Lt, Ensign Vyeer was already getting the itchy trigger finger. "Copy." She would say with a cool tone, a tone that matched the unnerving and stoic glance she continued to have. She would lick her lips, the dryness of her lips felt like sandpaper as the moisture in her body seemed to be squeezed out of her like a sponge, this normal suit was radiating too much heat for liking, but in case of some horrible mess or some really bad inconveniences where there was live ammo, she would need to keep that suit zipped up. 

Following the main Jegan, Vyeer continued to keep an even pace with her Superior. Vyeer was not a chatty person, so going over the comms and spouting ideas on what to do didn't seem like a suave thing to do, she would trust Goldsmith with their plan of action. Being a leader was hard work, and too much responsibility- if Vyeer ever was given her own squad- God save them. As they thrust on by, she could see the metal glimpses in space but also the mass of asteroids cluttered to help with the defense. Intentionally, Sledgehammer-3 began to peel away slightly lowering her altitude a skosh and brought up her main gun and set her crosshairs in between the asteroids and the first ship coming into view. This was more for defensive purposes, her secondary finger was ready to release the missile when given the order. The target would be painted and then she would unleash hell. 

Crystal blue eyes moved with a slow roll as her comms lit up from the 1st lieutenant's voice, the tone was a clear distinction of her rank as she gave some orders to keep a protective cover fire while they moved on towards their destination. As for the moment, nothing major had happened, but her radar was picking up the hostiles as her gun arm swerved into a position of ready fire. The murky pools of her eyes shielded by her normal suit helmet, the black tint helping with locating better signatures to discern friend, fo or environmental obstacle. Her hands on the controls were anything but lazy, yet her feet were still milling over the bottom thrusters as she was motioning forward with an easy tempo, once again, she found herself off-center and tucked the massive unit back into position. She loved and hated gravity for this, and flight in space was so much more difficult than she had wanted or planned for.

There was a bit of a strain in her neck as she tilted her head, the glow off thrusters from the opposite direction of her viewing screen as her camera swiveled about. Her hands eased off the thrusters as she stood silently in the pocket of the formation. Sledgehammers 2 and 4 swiveled about in the same direction and pointed their guns at the enemy's direction. The order to fire had begun and at that moment Vyeer and her Jagen moved once more with a bit more pip in the thrusters as they went towards the next section. Hopefully, the others could buy them some good time and escape the little skirmish to sink back around towards the enemy ships, maybe even surprise them. The female pilot didn't know what her machine would do among the mass of simulated beam shot would hit her body, perhaps some kind of alarm or signal showing she was hit?

It was a trivial matter, she would not expect to be shot down so quickly. The stoic expression on her face remained ever so while her hands and fingers moved the controls in her cockpit. So far nothing was fired at her directly which meant the enemy pilots were occupied with the other. Good time to sink their teeth into some action, already Vyeer was feeling a little tenser as those beams looked brighter and brighter the closer they got to their targets.