Post by Bixir on Jan 16, 2015 10:01:00 GMT
Rand felt his Zaku shudder and groan with minor discomfort as the beam saber deprived him of his shield, a sacrifice that the determined Mobile Suit pilot was more than content with giving if it meant the insured destruction of the scum before him. Perhaps in a different light, in a different situation, Rand might have felt a shred of respect or empathy for a fellow soldier on the battlefield, bested by his superior skill and equipment. That moment wasn't here, after the nightmare that they had escaped from. After everyone that had died, and the price that they had paid. As the Federation pilot's screams assaulted Rand's comms, the young man felt no discomfort or anguish at hearing the last shriek of his enemy before they died an agonizing death. Rand wasn't sure what he was feeling right now in this moment, if anything at all. Maybe he even enjoyed it.
Despite the moment lasting for what felt like hours to Rand, it was already over, the battle suddenly coming to a turn, as the Feddies were fleeing, and Zeon was on the rise, as it should be. Rand's Zaku quickly looked toward the fleeing horde, ready to take the next slice of victims for what they had done to his team only minutes before they had been dropped into this second nightmare. He wasn't about to let a single one of them get away. They would all die like this one had, screaming with the pain that he felt right now. They would-
No. NO! They couldn't stop now! They were just beginning to push the offensive! How could they stop now?! Rand recognized the voice as Tristan's, there was no question in that. Surely he had to understand what it would mean for Zeon honor if they let this complete victory slip from their fingers here, after everything that they had suffered and lost today! Rand was so overcome with outrage and frustration at what Tristan was doing the short-tempered Zaku pilot could barely control himself, let alone decide on a course of action to follow this. Could he really go against the order that Tristan was attempting to instill among the Zaku pilots that were left, and lead them all to what might indeed be a slaughter, however honorable? But if Rand did that, what would it say of his battle honor, and what he might have been able to do to turn this survival into a rout of the Federation? For now, Rand felt mentally paralyzed, frozen between doing as his brain bid him and doing as his heart bid him.
The decision didn't take very long. With tears beginning to drip down his cheeks, Rand put his Zaku into motion again, though it made no blatant charge at the Federation line. It instead drew out the machine gun that it had yet to use, doing what he could to pepper the fleeing Feddies, or at the very least to keep them running. Rand hesitated for a moment as he saw a Gouf begin to rise out of the water, and open fire on the Feddies as he was, though Rand was more taken aback that there was a Gouf in the water among all this carnage. He had never seen a Gouf in combat before, and was never that familiar with the model to begin with. Though as he watched it now, emerging from the river like some mechanical leviathan, he was certainly impressed and in awe. If only he wasn't stricken with the division in himself. Maybe when all of this was over he could finally have some time to contemplate these things... but not yet.
Despite the moment lasting for what felt like hours to Rand, it was already over, the battle suddenly coming to a turn, as the Feddies were fleeing, and Zeon was on the rise, as it should be. Rand's Zaku quickly looked toward the fleeing horde, ready to take the next slice of victims for what they had done to his team only minutes before they had been dropped into this second nightmare. He wasn't about to let a single one of them get away. They would all die like this one had, screaming with the pain that he felt right now. They would-
++Do Not Pursue, I repeat DO NO PURSUE. Focus simply on pushing them back and settle for ridding the front of Stragglers, for now we need to be focused on regrouping and not Bravado and Bloodlust.++
No. NO! They couldn't stop now! They were just beginning to push the offensive! How could they stop now?! Rand recognized the voice as Tristan's, there was no question in that. Surely he had to understand what it would mean for Zeon honor if they let this complete victory slip from their fingers here, after everything that they had suffered and lost today! Rand was so overcome with outrage and frustration at what Tristan was doing the short-tempered Zaku pilot could barely control himself, let alone decide on a course of action to follow this. Could he really go against the order that Tristan was attempting to instill among the Zaku pilots that were left, and lead them all to what might indeed be a slaughter, however honorable? But if Rand did that, what would it say of his battle honor, and what he might have been able to do to turn this survival into a rout of the Federation? For now, Rand felt mentally paralyzed, frozen between doing as his brain bid him and doing as his heart bid him.
The decision didn't take very long. With tears beginning to drip down his cheeks, Rand put his Zaku into motion again, though it made no blatant charge at the Federation line. It instead drew out the machine gun that it had yet to use, doing what he could to pepper the fleeing Feddies, or at the very least to keep them running. Rand hesitated for a moment as he saw a Gouf begin to rise out of the water, and open fire on the Feddies as he was, though Rand was more taken aback that there was a Gouf in the water among all this carnage. He had never seen a Gouf in combat before, and was never that familiar with the model to begin with. Though as he watched it now, emerging from the river like some mechanical leviathan, he was certainly impressed and in awe. If only he wasn't stricken with the division in himself. Maybe when all of this was over he could finally have some time to contemplate these things... but not yet.