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Post by Darkapostle222 on Sept 27, 2014 16:55:00 GMT
November 23, UC 0079Though the long march back to the Forward Operating Base had been rather uneventful, no sign of the enemy during the entirety of the trip, it all changed as the victorious 01st Team arrived 'home'. As the concrete walls of the base came into sight, the pilots would clearly be able to see a small crowd gathered near the front entrance. Infantrymen, pilots, engineers, officers; all of the men and women still present on the base had turned out to celebrate the return of the triumphant heroes. And what a victory it was. Though several Type 61s, one of the experimental Guntanks and a member of the 07th MS Team had lost their lives in the course of the battle, that paled in comparison to what losses had been inflicted on the enemy. They had successfully ambushed the now infamous Gorgon Team, the personal squad of the Zeon Ace Alexander Waltz. Not only had they managed to defeat their 'invincible' enemy for the first time but they had also sent Waltz to a watery grave, killed one of his pilots and capture another. The Zeon pilot, a girl no older than 20, had been unconscious when they had managed to drag her out of her destroyed Mobile Suit and was currently handcuffed in the back of one of the trucks making up the returning convoy. Still there would be time to deal with her later. For now there was the matter of the cheering crowd welcoming them home. Even within their Mobile Suits the roar of assembly was deafening. It had been months since the Earth Federation had achieved anything close to a victory in North America, matters made worse by the deadly efficiency of the Gorgon Team. That drought was now over. Not only were the Zeon forces being pushed back due to the rollout of the Mass-Produced GMs but their strongest pilots had nearly been wiped out. It truly was a day to remember. Though Julian calmly relaxed within his cockpit as his Ground-Type Gundam methodically plodded through the front entrance on autopilot and towards the hangars, Harry was not as composed. Raising the hatch of his cockpit, he stood and accepted the adulation of (what he believed) to be his adoring fans. A big dumb grin on his face, he waved and cheered and gave the 'call-me' sign to the people below like a rock-star arriving at a concert. He lived for this kind of thing, after all. Within the APC that hovered along behind the Mobile Suit team, Kyle and Madeline remained silent as they had been all day. The initial euphoria of their mission's success had slowly worn off and sure enough the chilly atmosphere that had existed between the 01st Team's support had returned. Still, the situation felt a little different and perhaps a thaw was slowly taking place but only time would tell. After returning their Mobile Suits to their pens in the hangar newly marked with a large '01' in white paint, they would receive word that they were to assemble for a meeting in the headquarters building, a modest four-story square-shaped, prefabricated structure of concrete and glass windows that resided in the center of the base. The fact that it would be none other than the commander for the entire North American theater, Carl Jacobs, would no doubt be a surprise but not an unwelcome one given the report the Rear Admiral had built with those under his command. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Rear Admiral Carl Jacobs Earth Federation FOB Headquarters Building (Meeting Room)Standing at the window and looking out over the base, a small smile appeared on Admiral's face as he watched the celebrations taking place the return of the victorious troops. He knew that there were probably half-a-dozen officers at Jaburo who would chastise him for allowing such lapses in discipline but that mattered little to him. After all that they had been put through because of the cold decisions of those at Earth Federation HQ they were entitled to this moment. Hell, he wanted to be out there with them! Dressed in the brown uniform of the Federation admiralty, he removed his cap from his head and ran a hand through his rapidly greying hair with a sigh. He was so relieved that they had come back relatively unharmed. He had known that the ambush mission proposed by Lieutenant Julian Miller had been risky but he was confident that they'd be able to pull it off. Luckily it seemed that his faith had paid off. Casting a glance to his left, he looked at the young woman standing at his side. He had known Amelia McCampbell for much of her life, having been a close friend of her father. Ever since they had been stationed at California Base back before the war he had watched the little girl grow up into the fine young woman she was today. He still partially felt guilty for the death of her mother and crippling of her father, having failed to protect California Base from the invading Zeon troops. It was because he felt like he owed his old friend that Carl had put in a recommendation to allow the girl he in many ways considered his niece to join the Mobile Suit pilot program and be transferred to his area of operation. Now he just needed to make sure he kept his promise to Chuck and kept Amelia safe. Smiling the calm, gentle smile that he was well known for, he asked, "So...what do you think of them, the 01st Team?"
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Post by Stahlengel on Sept 27, 2014 20:55:08 GMT
Tall, pale and silent, the eighteen-year-old Amelia stood in silence, watching the approach of the triumphant 01st Mobile Suit Team as they returned from battle. Her attention in particular was held by the mobile suits that led the formation, which were very different from the GM she'd trained on. She knew what she was seeing. She'd heard the rumors. "Gundam..." She muttered. She didn't know there'd been more than one. And she found herself wondering how the performance of such machines would compare to the GM. She noticed they lacked the twin 60mm head vulcans of the GM, but apparently had a single vulcan gun in the chest. And she guessed that it probably had two beam sabers stored somewhere - compared to the GM's one - though she could not fathom where.
Then she heard Admiral Jacobs addressing her. It was strange - Carl Jacobs had been someone she'd known almost her entire life. Despite the disparity in their ranks, he and her father, she knew, had been good friends. He was almost more like a favorite uncle than a superior officer. And yet a superior officer is what he was, now. And she knew she'd better remember it.
"I'm not sure, sir." She said, the formality still somewhat uncomfortable. She'd get used to it - she had to earn her place here on her own merits, nor because she'd known the Admiral for years. Her father would expect no less.
"Having only recently arrived, I don't know much about them. But they seem to be a skilled team. This unit is Commander Miller's, isn't it?"
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Post by kylethearcher on Sept 28, 2014 1:33:47 GMT
Caiden done nothing but think about what had happened on the way home. It was his shots that captured the Zeon woman whom they had captured. Though perhaps it would have been merciful to kill her instead. Despite this they would need the information that only she would have on the Gorgon Team. After all, they would need to route out the rest of them to fully win America back. Another face came to mind, Claire's.
"This one was for you, darlin'." He stated to his former conrad. He then thought of retirement. It seemed the future was in good hands after all.
Once his suit was docked he left the cockpit with the face of a man who seen many battles. Both the confident face of battleworn wisdom and the solemn face of someone who seen much loss. This old cowboy was here to prove that old dogs can learn new tricks. Now that he has done so and avenged not only his old ally but his family as well, just what was his purpose here?
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Post by The Green Flame on Sept 30, 2014 5:28:21 GMT
Though the adrenaline of combat had fallen away, Ben couldn’t help but have a broad smile on his face as the base came into view. Whereas they were usually met with fatigued expressions of a base worn down by repeated defeats to both their conventional forces and sole mobile suit team, this time there was nothing but ecstatic smiles. The actual turn out of all sorts of personnel, their cheers for them, even Harry’s showboating, the mood was simply infectious.
And how could it not be? After all they had been through, they needed some kind of turn around. It was nothing but disappointments since they first came together as North America’s first mobile suit team. Getting knocked around in Chicago by Zeon’s Black Demon, watching Claire get cut down by said Demon at Des Moines, sitting on their asses while Zeon made a new push across America. Now that there was a new influx of life thanks to the guys from Jaburo, the shoe was finally on the other foot. Demon free, one Gorgon captured while the others were dead or fled. From zeroes to heroes in just two weeks. What a day, what a day.
Settling his mobile suit into the hangar, Ben descended to a round of cheers from the mechanics. He was positive he spotted Urachi somewhere, out there waving. He would’ve sought him out as well but almost immediately he got flagged down about a meeting with their friend up above, the Rear Admiral.
“Now that was fast,” he said with a look to the headquarters where things for them finally started looking up for the 01st. Seeing no sense in waiting for the rest of his team, everyone else likely getting the same message just as fast, the Cannon pilot started on his way with a noticeable pep in his step.
“Ain’t no stopping us now~”
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Post by Darkapostle222 on Oct 11, 2014 16:24:02 GMT
Rear Admiral Carl Jacobs Earth Federation FOB Headquarters Building (Meeting Room)
Carl hadn't really expected a substantive answer from Amelia. After all, the only impression she had of the 01st team so far was from a distance such as this. Perhaps it was a silly question to ask at this point but the Admiral wanted to make sure that the teams under his command meshed together well. There as nothing more troubling (and potentially fatal) than a team where the members couldn't stand each other.
Shrugging his shoulders slightly he said, "Oh well I suppose that wasn't a fair question. And Julian's only a Lieutenant at the moment, actually. I suppose I might've spoiled that little surprise for you a little earlier than I meant. Just sit tight for a bit. You'll be introduced soon enough."
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It would take about ten minutes for the Mobile Suit team to finish up with their work and make their way to the headquarters building. For all of them this wouldn't be the first time stepping into its halls. The difference, however, was that this time they were entering as conquering heroes rather than beaten soldiers. It was a marked change that even saw the usually dour Kyle Embry with a smile on his face. The atmosphere was electric.
Being guided by a helmeted MP to the conference room which the Admiral was waiting, the team of five pilots and their two support crew would be greeted by the smiling face of Carl Jacobs as well as an unfamiliar blonde-haired girl. Madeline would be the first to really notice the stranger, a look of confusion and surprise flashing over her features for a moment before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
"Please," began the Admiral in his warm voice, "Take a seat everyone. Make yourselves comfortable."
At his direction the members of the 01st team would do just that, pulling out the chairs from underneath the table opposite from Carl and Amelia and sitting down one by one. Julian and Harry, the two veterans of the team, sat in the center with the others on either side of him. The latter was leaning back in his chair, perhaps a bit too casually, while the former crossed his arms over his chest with a rather serene yet serious look on his face.
Waiting until everyone was situated, the Admiral finally began, "I just want to start off by congratulating you all. You did fine work out there. Damn fine work. Despite everything the big-wigs at Jaburo did to challenge you, you all showed them just how competent and skilled you are. You've gotten rid of that ace of theirs, bloodied his undefeated team and now our troops are starting to make the first territorial gains in months. You've all helped turn the tide in this bloody war of ours and for that you have my most heartfelt thanks."
Stopping for a moment to let that all sink in, he continued, "Now our job's not done yet. Even if we'd like the Zekes to just roll over and surrender I don't think they're going to. Even if we've taken out their best. No, we've still got a bit of a fight ahead of us and I'll need each and every one of you to be on your A-Game for it. You're the best I've got and I'm definitely going to make use of you. Our enemies know what you've done now and your presence will either terrify them or piss them off. Either way you're all going to play a key role in ending this war. Now, with that and mind I'd like to introduce to you the newest member of your team fresh in from Jaburo."
With that he gave a side-glance at Amelia. A calming smile on his face, he indicated with a slight nod of his head toward the 01st team that she should probably introduce herself. The fact that all the others were now staring straight at her probably made it more imperative that she break up the silence that followed.
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Post by Stahlengel on Oct 11, 2014 17:16:21 GMT
Amelia took note of Carl...no, Admiral Jacobs's comment - Though, whether Lieutenant or Lieutenant Commander(which she'd thought him to be at least), Julian Miller was still her superior. She was confident in her own abilities, but she also knew that she lacked the experience of more seasoned pilots such as Miller and his current teammates. She knew Miller to be a veteran of the One-Week Battle, and that he had distinguished himself as a mobile suit pilot during the capture of Odessa before coming to the North American front. By contrast, she was a rookie on her first posting. She had a lot to live up to. But she was a fast learner - she would adapt, and she would find a way to fit into this
Later, she stood next to and half a step behind Admiral Jacobs as he addressed his team, congratulating them on their recent performance in the battle from which they were returning. Then he glanced her way with a calm smile, a smile she recognized, and subtly nodded towards the assembled pilots. She nodded, took a step forward, and snapped a brief salute.
Then she spoke. "Ensign Amelia McCampbell." she said formally. "Transferred from Jaburo to the 232nd. It's an honor to meet you all."
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Post by The Green Flame on Oct 15, 2014 5:38:07 GMT
Ben quickly fell in with the rest of the 01st as they reunited on their way to headquarters. It was definitely a different feeling this time around. No feeling of impending doom, no adjutant with a permanent frown, the MPs actually appearing friendly. “I must be dreaming, Kyle has an honest to God smile on his face. Now I know we’re doing things right,” he said with a smirk as the team were escorted to the conference room where the good Admiral was likely waiting.
Yep, there he was alright. The good Admiral Carl Jacobs was waiting right there with his usual welcoming smile. Flashing a quick salute, Ben took his place next to Harry, already grinning as the praise started coming in. The Zekes were likely tearing their hair out at how their prized unit got smacked down so badly and the big shots in Jaburo were probably losing it over how the guys they wrote off a week ago took the thorn out their side. Not bad at all for the original experimental unit.
Speaking of Jaburo, Ben noted as Jacobs motioned towards the woman next to accompanying him who promptly introduced herself. He assumed she was the Admiral’s new adjutant, having seen a distinct lack of the hard-faced man from before, but a new pilot was definitely welcome, even if they were straight from Jaburo. At the least she was pretty cute, if formal.
“Ensign Benjamin Regard, call me Ben. Welcome to the 01st!”
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Post by kylethearcher on Oct 28, 2014 0:08:55 GMT
Looks like they would be draggin' another poor soul into this battle. Caiden would have rather had left it to their group to finish it but he had no say in the matter. War was hell but until humanity changed it's ways, a new generation would have to fight it. Nathan, Benjamin and now Amelia. This was the new generation who would be fighting in place of this old man in the future. He seen lots of hell and god dammit he was going to do everything in his power to guide these kids through it before he has to go, forcefully or by choice.
His thoughts were interrupted once he realized his silence was getting awkward. "Ensign Caiden Smith. Welcome to the team Lass." He introduced himself before sighing to himself. She comfort would be something she would need the next coming years.
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Post by Darkapostle222 on Oct 29, 2014 23:47:33 GMT
The other members of the 01st team were quick to welcome Amelia as well. While Harry and Kyle gave off welcoming smiles and wished her a verbal welcome (the former adding a flirting wink), Julian remained silent. The corner of his mouth raised ever so slightly in a smile, his eyes showing a degree of warmth even as he gave Amelia a stare as if he was looking through her. Though it might be slightly off-putting this was how he tended to judge new members to his team, his own personal way of judging what it was they were capable of right from the get go.
While Madeline also gave the new girl a happy smile, it quickly transformed into a look of confusion. Trying to think on it for a moment, she finally mustered up the courage to voice her concern, "Umm...Admiral? I mean, sir....What did the Ensign mean about the 232nd? I'm not familiar with such a unit at this base."
Carl, for his part, was appreciative of the MCPO's perceptive tendencies. He had been thinking about how to best bring up his next announcement, mulling over the words for quite awhile. Now, thankfully, the NCO had given him the perfect opportunity. He had always been a fan of the Madeline during his few interactions with her and now it was only reinforced.
"I'm glad you asked Master Chief Petty Officer," he began with a cheerful smile, "With the way things are going the brass down at Jaburo is starting to send more and more pilots here and it's starting to reach a point where the current organizational structure I've got going here isn't enough. Now, I am of the opinion that one shouldn't try to fix what isn't broken and that goes for your team but orders are orders.
With the edition of of Ensign McCampbell here your unit has gotten a little too large to be considered a standard MS Team. Because of this I'm reorganizing the 01st Team into the 232nd Mobile Suit Corps which will comprise of of two teams for now. I'll leave the details of who goes where up to your commanding officer. Don't worry, you'll all be working together. It's all mostly symbolic."
Before the information could really sink in, however, Madeline quickly spoke up again, "Sir, but Lieutenant Miller is only a....well...Lieutenant. He's not high enough rank to lead a unit like this."
"Oh I'm well aware MCPO. In fact, that's the second reason I've called you all here. Lieutenant Miller, if you will please come here?"
Without a word, Julian stood up and made his way around the table. If he was excited at the prospects of what was about to happen he was doing an excellent job of hiding it. He seemed as calm and collected as ever even as all eyes on the room were glued on him. Coming face to face with the Admiral, he stood straight at attention.
Turning to face the veteran pilot, Carl maintained his smile as he said, "Lieutenant Julian Miller. In light of your accomplishments on the battlefield and flawless duty to the Earth Federation Ground Forces, it is my privilege to award you with the rank of Lieutenant Commander and place you in command of the 232nd Mobile Suits Corps," reaching into his pocket he retrieved a small box which held the lapel badges of his new rank, "Oh and in addition Harry is being advanced one rank to serve as second-in-command."
Accepting the badges, Julian gave Carl an appreciative nod before saying, "Sir, if I may, that still leaves a bit of a gap in regards to the Corps' command structure. If I put Harry in charge of one of the teams and I'm in overall command I'll need another fully commissioned officer to lead the second team. If you may, I'd like to request Ensign Langdon be promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade. I think he's more than capable enough."
Admiral Jacobs remained silent for several moments as he seemed to think on Julian's proposal. For him this was somewhat unexpected. Placing a hand on his chin, he hummed for a moment before looking up and turning his face towards Nathan.
"Well Ensign? What do you think?"
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Post by Darkapostle222 on Nov 11, 2014 19:58:38 GMT
Nathan seemed totally caught off guard by the question that had been presented to him. He hadn't expected anything like this to happen. Despite the fact that his father was an Admiral within the Earth Federation he had never expected to rise very far through the ranks. He believed that such things should be based on merit and that he personally would've remained an Ensign at the most. Had he really earned this promotion? Nathan frankly wasn't sure. Hadn't Caiden and Ben done just as much as him?
Despite his misgivings Nathan knew he didn't have much choice at the moment. He wasn't going to make a scene and embarrass himself or his team leader. Swallowing hard, he had to fight against the red flags in his head in order to get himself to stand to his feat. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as they waited to hear his response. God he hated this.
"Sir," Nathan said as he snapped a salute, "I'll accept this promotion. I'll do my best not to let you down."
Julian gave Nathan a nod of approval marked by his characteristic smirk. If he was proud or excited to see that Nathan had gone along he wasn't showing it. Other members of the 232nd weren't as composed. Both Harry and Kyle had beaming smiles on their faces, the latter giving the new LJG a congratulatory slap on the back. Madeline too seemed extremely happy but there was a bit more evident in her face, a slight reddening of the cheeks that wouldn't be all that hard for an observant person to notice.
Admiral Jacobs too was all smiles, giving Nathan a nod before saying, "Well alright then. I'll see to it that it's put on the books though you'll have to deal with your Ensign rank badges for now. I'm afraid Julian here caught me a bit off guard with this so I don't have anything to give you besides my congratulation."
"Well sir," remarked Julian, "If I can surprise you this easily then it's a good thing we got rid of the Black Demon. I don't even want to think about what he would've done to you."
Though some high-ranking officers would have raged at the idea of such a sarcastic comment coming from a junior officer, Jacobs simply let out a loud belly laugh, "HA! I suppose you're right! See, that's why I leave the fighting to young guys like you. You're less easily startled than poor old me. Well, enough about that, I've got to get back to the Big Tray and finish up some more reports to send back to Jaburo and I'm sure you've all got a lot to talk about between each other. I don't know when you're next mission will come up but don't get too comfortable. We might've killed off the Zekes' ace but you can be sure as hell that they've still got plenty of time left in them."
Placing his cap back on his head, Jacobs then snapped a quick salute that was returned by everyone in the room. Specifically he gave Amelia a quick wink; a final, personal goodbye and a silent 'I'll see you again soon'. With that he departed the conference room through its single door where a group of MPs were ready to escort him back to the safety of his land-battleship.
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Post by Stahlengel on Nov 12, 2014 4:03:31 GMT
Amelia glanced from one face to the other, acknowledging the welcomes with a polite smile. Mechanically, Amelia had introduced herself as a transfer into the 232nd because that's what her orders said. When a female Master Chief commented about being unfamiliar with that particular unit, it caught Amelia by surprise too, though she managed to maintain her poise, as Admiral Jacobs that the 1st was being re-formed into a new, larger unit, comprising two teams.
A fleeting frown crossed her face when Commander Miller made a comment that she felt was disrespectful, but Jacobs took it with a laugh, a sound she remembered from evenings spent with her parents, when he came by. She thought with a pang of her mother, killed in the invasion of California Base, and her father, crippled for life during that desperate battle. That the two of them had made it the nearly five thousand miles from California to reach Jaburo was nothing short of a miracle. And now...
As Admiral Jacobs left, she acknowledged his signal with a discrete smile and a small nod. Then he was gone, and she turned back towards the others, who were now her teammates. Her posture relaxed slightly, and she glanced around again. Most were older than her - Except for Ben, whom she guessed to be about her own age, most looked to be in their twenties. The exception was Caiden Smith, who looked almost as old as the Admiral. 'How is someone so old only an Ensign?' She wondered silently, though she did not voice the question.
She found an empty chair near the front of the room and sat down. "Thanks, everyone." she said, grateful for the welcome. She was, she thought, going to be fine here... "I saw the team come in earlier, and I saw two Gundam-type units." She said. Then she turned to glance at Julian Miller and Harry Shields.
Miller was...intense. Through the briefing, he'd looked at her like he was boring straight through her, which made her mildly uncomfortable - though she did her best not to show it. Shields, meanwhile, was the one who had winked at her. Dark-haired, handsome, in a boyish sort of way. As different from Miller as night from day, she thought. But if even half the rumors she'd heard were true - and judging from what she'd heard just now, they were - these two were probably among the best pilots the Federation had. "Were those your machines, sirs?" She asked both of them.
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Post by The Green Flame on Nov 15, 2014 21:59:31 GMT
As the good Admiral made his exit, Ben leaned back in his seat with a grin. “The 232nd Mobile Suit Corps,” he repeated to himself more than anyone. It definitely had a big ring to it. It’d only be made of the two teams but he liked it just the same, it was proof they had finally moved up in the world. Probably wouldn’t get tossed to the lions ever again. Not with the kind of praise and gear they were rolling now. They'd be crazy to throw it all away.
“Ey, Nathan,” he called with a smirk, making an empty fist bump towards him, “Why the long face man? Don't tell me our new Lt. Jg is getting cold feet. The original Experimental Unit is finally getting the praise it deserves!"
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Post by kylethearcher on Nov 18, 2014 22:11:02 GMT
Caiden finally finished his thoughts when admiral left the room. "I say It's about time I retired..." He stated silently to himself. He seen more than enough war in his life time and a quiet life was sounding inviting. He then heard Ben's statement to Nathan. "Eh? Benjamin, leave the boy be. He has more than enough on his shoulders." He stated. He knew the feeling of having new responsibilities and he knew very well that the boy had made mistakes in the past that would affect his psyche. All he could do is hope that Nathan could pull through in the end. He had faith in the lad above all the others.
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Post by Darkapostle222 on Nov 25, 2014 23:42:46 GMT
Julian was quick to jump in and answer Amelia's question. Partially it was do to the fact that he was honestly excited to learn more about the newest member of his unit (even if he didn't always show it) but he also wanted get ahead of Harry and make sure he didn't say something stupid. As much as he loved his long time friend he knew that he could be a little chauvinistic at times when it came to trying to impress cute girls. Given the close relationship that Amelia seemed to have with Admiral Jacobs the last thing he wanted to do was to leave her with a sour first impression.
"That's right," said Julian with a smile and a nod even as Harry scowled having his moment stolen, "The RX-79[G] Gundam Ground Type. Those two machines belong to Harry and myself, actually. They're limited-production models and I believe, if I'm not mistaken, are the only two such models in North America. As for the rest of our group? Ensign Caiden Smith and Ensign...excuse me, Lieutenant JG Nathan Langdon pilot RGM-79[G] GM Ground Types while Ensign Benjamin Regard's machine is one of the RGC-80 GM Cannons. Our unit also has a RGM-79SC GM Sniper Custom piloted by Ensign Cheska Gordesky. You haven't met her yet since she was injured in a previous engagement and wasn't on this last mission but you'll meet her soon.
As for the rest of the team? Master Chief Petty Officer Madeline James serves as our Operator and Petty Officer First Class Kyle Embry serves as the APC's driver and the team's support staff. You'll also meet Urachi Takeda later if you haven't already. He not directly attached to our team but he's our base's resident Mobile Suit fanatic. He's in charge of maintenance and will teach you things about your machine that you'd never learn on your own."
For a moment the new Lieutenant Commander wondered if he should've left it to the members of the team to introduce themselves in turn to Amelia. It probably would've been more personal at the very least. For the sake of expediency, however, he had decided to do the grunt work himself. There'd be plenty of time for some team-bonding later anyway.
Leaning back in his chair as he relaxed a bit more, he gave Amelia another look, "So, Amelia, do you have any pressing questions? Concerns? Don't feel like you have to stand on ceremony with me. I hate that kind of stuff anyway."
For his part Nathan was grinning sheepishly even as Kyle gave him a congratulatory punch on the shoulder, "Cold feet? No, it's not that. I mean, I guess it kind of is. It's just unexpected, you know? I didn't really expect to be put into any position of leadership."
"Don't get too ahead of yourself Mr. JG," said Kyle with a smirk, "Harry and Julian will still be running the show. All you'll have to do is just keep standing there and look pretty like the rest of us."
Giving an annoyed glance at her partner, Madeline then turned her attention towards Nathan with a warm smile and a glimmer in her eye that spoke volumes about how she felt about him, "Don't listen to him, Nathan. You'll do fine. You don't need to worry about a thing."
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Post by Stahlengel on Nov 28, 2014 4:26:58 GMT
Amelia listened attentively as Julian confirmed her guess, that he and Shields piloted the two Gundams - Ground-type units. She also surmised that the GM-type that resembled the Gundams was the GM Ground Type he mentioned, while she also noted that two additional custom variants of the GM were in this unit, one of which - the Cannon-type - she recalled catching a glimpse of as the unit returned from their last engagement. It seemed that she was the only one to pilot a standard production-model GM. Which she didn't much mind. She also paid close attention as he described some of the other members of the unit. "So, Amelia, do you have any pressing questions? Concerns? Don't feel like you have to stand on ceremony with me. I hate that kind of stuff anyway." "Nothing especially urgent at the moment, sir." She said, unwilling to drop the honorific despite Miller's assertion that he didn't stand on ceremony. "this is my first active-duty posting, and I haven't been in this region since the initial Zeon attack on California Base in March."As she spoke, her expression hardened, as the memory of what happened those months earlier...but now, things would be different. They had mobile suits as well, now.
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