-Near the Lunar surface Closeby to Copernicus City-
-Nelson Class Turkle-
Erin fidgeted in her seat uncomfortably as a chill ran down her spine. Slowly the rest of the pilots in the whole fleet were making their way into the conference room of the Turkle. There was supposed to be some sort of exercise or something involving the whole fleet. She had no idea what was really going on. Sometimes it was just easier to just put on a pretty smile and act like you understood. (it got her through things up till now)
Glancing around the room she recognized a few faces, smiling at whoever she managed to make eye contact with. The fleet was so new. It was so hard to learn everyones name at once, and figuring out who was who was also a pain in the butt.
Finally breaking.. she spoke aloud.
"UM excuse me!?" She blurted out in her slightly irritable voice. "But i've been sitting her for like five minutes now and umm like i'm starting to get bored."
PHASE 1: War is not a game. (14th Fleet)
PHASE 1: War is not a game. (14th Fleet)
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James walked up to the loud girl. "Even if you're bored that's no reason to be so rude, miss. The name's James Russel, and your's?" asked James as he extended his hand to shake hers. "It'll start shortly everone just has to arrive."
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Captain Harken Edo stared down at the list of crew and particularly pilots that had been assigned to his command as he walked down the hall; admittedly, it was better than he had hoped. Most of the pilots had at least some combat experience and the fleet commander ,the so called "Lunar Wall", was a good man and one he had worked with several times in the last war.
The ship's crew on the other hand were green as could be; his XO had only just left officer school and most of the remainder had only recently finished boot camp.
Harken himself was unsure what to make of his posting. He had been a pilot up until his assignment to the 14th, but he had been given the impromptu position of field commander during the "Chaos at Jachim Due" (what Harken personally calls the final battle of the last war) and supposed it wasn't too much of a stretch.
Currently he was on his way to a briefing on the 14th's tour of duty where he would meet most of the pilots for the first time. He hoped he wouldn't be disappointed...
The ship's crew on the other hand were green as could be; his XO had only just left officer school and most of the remainder had only recently finished boot camp.
Harken himself was unsure what to make of his posting. He had been a pilot up until his assignment to the 14th, but he had been given the impromptu position of field commander during the "Chaos at Jachim Due" (what Harken personally calls the final battle of the last war) and supposed it wasn't too much of a stretch.
Currently he was on his way to a briefing on the 14th's tour of duty where he would meet most of the pilots for the first time. He hoped he wouldn't be disappointed...
--Nelson-Class Turkle--
Darrell Bent wasn't sitting far from Erin when she made her remark. What was a prissy blonde girl like her doing in the military anyways? With these newbies the Alliance accepts into the military, it makes their forces seem like useless fools. Perhaps eventually they might slip into stagnation all of these rookies at the helm. Darrell could almost bet on seeing the EA slowly paying for their incompetance one of these days.
What made it worse was that this was a new fleet. A brand new one. Way to get irritated right from the start. Darrell did make sure to keep himself from snapping at Erin. The last thing he needed was to start off on the wrong foot with these new allies, something he should have paid attention to with his previous fleet.
"You know... things might actually be starting soon," Darrell says. "Have a little patience eh?
"By the way... the name's Darrell Bent. It's spelled Darrell, but it's pronounced 'der-RELL...'"
Darrell Bent wasn't sitting far from Erin when she made her remark. What was a prissy blonde girl like her doing in the military anyways? With these newbies the Alliance accepts into the military, it makes their forces seem like useless fools. Perhaps eventually they might slip into stagnation all of these rookies at the helm. Darrell could almost bet on seeing the EA slowly paying for their incompetance one of these days.
What made it worse was that this was a new fleet. A brand new one. Way to get irritated right from the start. Darrell did make sure to keep himself from snapping at Erin. The last thing he needed was to start off on the wrong foot with these new allies, something he should have paid attention to with his previous fleet.
"You know... things might actually be starting soon," Darrell says. "Have a little patience eh?
"By the way... the name's Darrell Bent. It's spelled Darrell, but it's pronounced 'der-RELL...'"
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James looked over at Darrell. "Nice to meet you. If you didn't hear my names James Russel. Looking forward to working with you, Darrell."
He turned back to the girl. "So miss feel like telling us your name and joining this conversation?"
He turned back to the girl. "So miss feel like telling us your name and joining this conversation?"
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Terrace looked around nervously. A completely green pilot, he wondered at the logic that had landed him in the cockpit of a Dopplehorn Dagger L. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he had graduated too late to participate in combat, but just barely too late. But then, history was riddled with examples of strange decisions by the higher-ups that put raw recruits in positions that required hardened veterans. Sometimes the commanders just hated said veterans, and put the recruits in those spots as a giant flip-off at the experienced men. Terrace personally hoped that it wasn't one of those examples at work.
Terrace shook his head. Trying to second-guess the decisions of the higher-ups was a sure route to being unjustly cynical. Turning to the man beside him (didn't he introduce himself as Darrell?), he extended his hand.
"Hi, Terrace Manosk. You said you're name's Darrell?" Being somewhat oblivious outside of combat, Terrace completely missed Erin's outburst.
Terrace shook his head. Trying to second-guess the decisions of the higher-ups was a sure route to being unjustly cynical. Turning to the man beside him (didn't he introduce himself as Darrell?), he extended his hand.
"Hi, Terrace Manosk. You said you're name's Darrell?" Being somewhat oblivious outside of combat, Terrace completely missed Erin's outburst.
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A tall man slipped in to the room. He seemed to be a little taller than average, although it was hard to tell because he was slumping a bit. His dusty blond hair was kept in a serviceable style, and his uniform impeccable. His Lt. JG pins were polished, but obviously not new.
He half waved at the pilots in the room, briefly introducing himself. "Stan Loonis, Mancini." He tried not to draw too much attention to himself, apparently there was already a commotion happening. He had been in the service long enough to know when to stay out of things. Hopefully the Captain would arrive shortly so he could return to his ship and get to know his squadmates more personally.
He half waved at the pilots in the room, briefly introducing himself. "Stan Loonis, Mancini." He tried not to draw too much attention to himself, apparently there was already a commotion happening. He had been in the service long enough to know when to stay out of things. Hopefully the Captain would arrive shortly so he could return to his ship and get to know his squadmates more personally.
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Jerzy relaxed and slid down in his seat a bit. Some of the other pilots were talking to each other just a row or two in front of him, but as usual nobody had noticed him sitting at the back of the room. He crossed his arms and decided not to interrupt their conversation.
Jerzy relaxed and slid down in his seat a bit. Some of the other pilots were talking to each other just a row or two in front of him, but as usual nobody had noticed him sitting at the back of the room. He crossed his arms and decided not to interrupt their conversation.
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"Yep... Darrell Bent," he replied to the guy who sat next to him. He shook the guy's hand. It was... not coarse? He could tell the man next to him had not rubbed his hands along a mobile suit's controls long enough to be too experienced. A veteran can read a pilot's experience from the calluses (or lack of) on a peer's hand.
He then gave a curt nod to the new arrival who introduced himself as "Loonis." The room was quickly getting more and more populated.
He then gave a curt nod to the new arrival who introduced himself as "Loonis." The room was quickly getting more and more populated.
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-Turkle-
Harken stepped through the door to the briefing room to find the pilots all waiting, rather impatiently by the looks of things, for their scheduled briefing to begin.
He walked, with all the dignity required of an officer, to the podium in front of the seats and cleared his throat loudly. all heads turned in his direction.
"I am Captain Harken Edo and I will be the Captain of the Turkle. I'm afraid that the one who is supposed to conduct this briefing may be a bit late. for the time being you may remain at ease"
Harken moves aside and takes a seat behind the podium as the previous conversations resume.
Harken stepped through the door to the briefing room to find the pilots all waiting, rather impatiently by the looks of things, for their scheduled briefing to begin.
He walked, with all the dignity required of an officer, to the podium in front of the seats and cleared his throat loudly. all heads turned in his direction.
"I am Captain Harken Edo and I will be the Captain of the Turkle. I'm afraid that the one who is supposed to conduct this briefing may be a bit late. for the time being you may remain at ease"
Harken moves aside and takes a seat behind the podium as the previous conversations resume.
-Turkle-
And suddenly, there was a crash from outside.
"I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry!!"
A literal whirlwind blitzed by the pilots, causing the wind to kick up in many faces (and several skirts).
When the dust settled and eyesight was restored, there was an...interesting...character huffing and puffing over the podium that was undoubtedly supporting his weight.
Wearing a ridiculous shawl over his uniform and bunny slippers on his feet, the older man looked like he was about to drop dead at any second.
"I....am....Re-hehe-ear Admiral Hiroshi....Sahashi. Now Captain Harken will entertain us with some jokes while I...catch my breath."
So saying, the Admiral practically fell into a seat and threw his head back as he continued to gasp for air.
A dark-haired youth, hair done up in a Samurai-esque pony tail, simply crossed his arms.
"Baaaka."
And suddenly, there was a crash from outside.
"I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry!!"
A literal whirlwind blitzed by the pilots, causing the wind to kick up in many faces (and several skirts).
When the dust settled and eyesight was restored, there was an...interesting...character huffing and puffing over the podium that was undoubtedly supporting his weight.
Wearing a ridiculous shawl over his uniform and bunny slippers on his feet, the older man looked like he was about to drop dead at any second.
"I....am....Re-hehe-ear Admiral Hiroshi....Sahashi. Now Captain Harken will entertain us with some jokes while I...catch my breath."
So saying, the Admiral practically fell into a seat and threw his head back as he continued to gasp for air.
A dark-haired youth, hair done up in a Samurai-esque pony tail, simply crossed his arms.
"Baaaka."
I mean when you spend precious seconds to give an "All Your Nukes Are Belong To Us" speech before you even start the Gundam up, you know you're too overzealous for your own good.~wza
Captain Harken, seemingly unphased by this Bizarre behavior, Stood up and addressed the gathered crowd.
"ATTENTION, this is the fleet commander; All hands salute!"
Aside to Rear Admiral Sahashi 'don't think you can get out of the briefing like this but I will buy you a few moments'
"At ease; now then, I would like all pof you to introduce yourselves to your new team mates, you'll be working together for the remainder of this trip. Name and rank will do."
"ATTENTION, this is the fleet commander; All hands salute!"
Aside to Rear Admiral Sahashi 'don't think you can get out of the briefing like this but I will buy you a few moments'
"At ease; now then, I would like all pof you to introduce yourselves to your new team mates, you'll be working together for the remainder of this trip. Name and rank will do."
-Turkle-
Calm, slow, confident, and in his mind, playing an epic intro music, Mike Santos makes his way onto the conference room. The man is holding a 16-ounce barbecue sandwich that he made himself. The smell reeks of awesome (to those not full anyways); his presence will not go unnoticed.
Without saying anything, Mike raises his hand to let the group know. But afterwards, he noticed the only female in the group. Hmmm.
After checking her out for a good bit, he slowly walks over to her, and asks with a straight face of concern, "Apologies ma'am, but are you lost? This is a battleship. Last I checked Lacus Clyne is not doing a tour around these parts at the moment."
The Captain then blurted out for attention. Mike just waved nonchalantly.
"At ease; now then, I would like all of you to introduce yourselves to your new team mates, you'll be working together for the remainder of this trip. Name and rank will do."
Mike responds, "Lieutenant Mike Santos, PlayStation prodigy extraordinaire, reporting."
Calm, slow, confident, and in his mind, playing an epic intro music, Mike Santos makes his way onto the conference room. The man is holding a 16-ounce barbecue sandwich that he made himself. The smell reeks of awesome (to those not full anyways); his presence will not go unnoticed.
Without saying anything, Mike raises his hand to let the group know. But afterwards, he noticed the only female in the group. Hmmm.
After checking her out for a good bit, he slowly walks over to her, and asks with a straight face of concern, "Apologies ma'am, but are you lost? This is a battleship. Last I checked Lacus Clyne is not doing a tour around these parts at the moment."
The Captain then blurted out for attention. Mike just waved nonchalantly.
"At ease; now then, I would like all of you to introduce yourselves to your new team mates, you'll be working together for the remainder of this trip. Name and rank will do."
Mike responds, "Lieutenant Mike Santos, PlayStation prodigy extraordinaire, reporting."
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Darrell saluted as told when the Captain and the Rear Admiral arrived at the conference room in a blaze. And, as expected, one especially arrogant personality makes his presence known... the Japanese guy and his native tongue rung out.
"Bastard beat me to the punch at being a rude dick..." Darrell thought to himself before straightening up. "Lt. Jay Gee Darrell Bent. Resident cynical vet. Pleased to meet you all."
"Bastard beat me to the punch at being a rude dick..." Darrell thought to himself before straightening up. "Lt. Jay Gee Darrell Bent. Resident cynical vet. Pleased to meet you all."
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James stood and saluted when the Admiral presented himself.
"At ease; now then, I would like all of you to introduce yourselves to your new team mates, you'll be working together for the remainder of this trip. Name and rank will do."
And after the man calling himself Mike Santos had finished he said. "Lieutenant JG, James Russel. Hiyah."
"At ease; now then, I would like all of you to introduce yourselves to your new team mates, you'll be working together for the remainder of this trip. Name and rank will do."
And after the man calling himself Mike Santos had finished he said. "Lieutenant JG, James Russel. Hiyah."
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Ensign Dalos came running into the room at high speed typing at a hand held computer. Not paying attention, he ended up crashing into Erin.
"Sorry...uh...sorry...uh..." he looked up dazed until noticing the admiral behind him.
He jumped up quickly and spun around. "Ensign Dalos A. McAllaster reporting for duty...uh...sir."
"Sorry...uh...sorry...uh..." he looked up dazed until noticing the admiral behind him.
He jumped up quickly and spun around. "Ensign Dalos A. McAllaster reporting for duty...uh...sir."
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Jerzy stood up after Lt. Santos made his entrace and introduced himself, but three other pilots had already made their introductions without anyone acknowledging him. Oh well, he had become used to that.
He raised his voice a little louder than he usually spoke to make sure nobody interrupted him and said, "Lieutenant Junior Grade Jerzy Potrzebie. Doppelhorn specialist," before taking his seat again.
Jerzy stood up after Lt. Santos made his entrace and introduced himself, but three other pilots had already made their introductions without anyone acknowledging him. Oh well, he had become used to that.
He raised his voice a little louder than he usually spoke to make sure nobody interrupted him and said, "Lieutenant Junior Grade Jerzy Potrzebie. Doppelhorn specialist," before taking his seat again.
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in sunk in her seat slightly as the males in the fleet started flocking towards her. She actually made a courteous effort to great the pilots.
Shaking James' hand very lightly she introduced herself as "Ensign Bruist"
Then some oaf strolled in like a moron. He smelted like burnt meat and had barbecue sauce all over his hands. Erin shuddered as she noticed him looking at her. Praying underneath her breath that he wouldn't approach her she looked away as he suddenly approached.
"Apologies ma'am, but are you lost? This is a battleship. Last I checked Lacus Clyne is not doing a tour around these parts at the moment."
Erin's face grew red as she shot the man an icy scowl momentarily before smiling, She couldn't reply back because the admiral and captain came in.
"Mr. Santos...You sure know how to woo the women"
Shaking James' hand very lightly she introduced herself as "Ensign Bruist"
Then some oaf strolled in like a moron. He smelted like burnt meat and had barbecue sauce all over his hands. Erin shuddered as she noticed him looking at her. Praying underneath her breath that he wouldn't approach her she looked away as he suddenly approached.
"Apologies ma'am, but are you lost? This is a battleship. Last I checked Lacus Clyne is not doing a tour around these parts at the moment."
Erin's face grew red as she shot the man an icy scowl momentarily before smiling, She couldn't reply back because the admiral and captain came in.
"Mr. Santos...You sure know how to woo the women"
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Stan's eyebrows flew up at this sight. He had never seen this utter lack of discipline from pilots, even from the arrogant ones. And....bunny slippers? He had heard a few rumors about Sahashi, but this was...
He stood, straightening to his full height. "Lieutenant J.G. Stan Loonis."
No need to add to the sillyness in progress. Most of these pilots weren't on the Mancini, so hopefully most of the sillyness would end up on the Turkle.
He stood, straightening to his full height. "Lieutenant J.G. Stan Loonis."
No need to add to the sillyness in progress. Most of these pilots weren't on the Mancini, so hopefully most of the sillyness would end up on the Turkle.
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