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Post by Darkapostle222 on Jan 17, 2015 22:58:10 GMT
November 24, U.C. 0079
Though the arrival of Tristan and Rand had succeeded in saving the Zeon troops at the forward-defense position from complete annihilation at the hands of the Federation attackers, it had been a Pyrrhic victory. With the defenders low on ammunition and numbers, it would be clear to a blind man that they wouldn't survive another assault. It was for this reason that the orders came down from command to abandon the position that they had fought so hard to keep and to retreat further back to friendly-controlled territory. Leaving behind the bodies and supplies of their comrades, the remaining Zeon soldiers made their way back to the base located within the wreckage that had once been Mt. Rushmore, earning a short degree of R&R before what would inevitably be another battle.
To say that the mood at the Zeon base was grim would be a gross overstatement. Everywhere one looked they could see the devastation that the renewed Federation offensive had brought. Vehicles and Mobile Suits alike sat in various states of disrepair both inside the subterranean fortress and on the slopes outside, with the heterochromaic Martin Alastar attempting to organize his overworked engineering corps with angry bellows that hinted at his own frustration. More telling, however, were the hundreds of wounded being cared for by the medical staff, soldiers and pilots alike with injuries ranging from the basic to the gruesome. It didn't take a doctor to tell that many of the men wouldn't survive their wounds.
Of note were the small fleet of Gaws located in the cleared-out plains below Mt. Rushmore being loaded with a variety of different equipment. Though there did not seem to be a clear answer as to what their purpose was, rumors were beginning to float around that ear Admiral Erwin von Kliest was abandoning his HQ in the mountain and moving to either the base located in the Grand Canyon or even California Base. While some ventured to guess that such a move would allow the Admiral to better lead the war-effort and coordinate with forces over the Pacific Ocean, others had a more dire theory: The Admiral was abandoning Mt. Rushmore because it was only a matter of time before the Federal forces took it.
To the surviving pilots of the Gorgon Team, however, none of that mattered. They had gone through an ordeal that could only be described as hellish and had made it out alive. Though there would be a degree of joy for having returned home after such a tough experience, it would turn to ashes in their mouths at the realization that they would have to bring the rest of their team the bad news: Two of their teammates were dead and another captured by the enemy. Their operation had been a complete and other disaster.
As Tristan and Rand reached the door to what had been set aside as their team's recreation room, moving through hallways packed with soldiers trying to move equipment in preparation for the Admiral's evacuation, they would find the door suddenly open in front of them and the smiling face of Christina Parker looking straight at them. Seeing the two pilots, Christina's face instantly lit up with a delighted grin at the familiar faces, the girl leaping forward to embrace Tristan in a tight (and unexpected hug).
"Tristan, Rand!" she exclaimed, "It's so great to see you guys! Hearing about everything that happened out there...I'm just so glad you're alright!"
Not letting go of Tristan, she looked up into his face for a moment and instantly read that something was wrong, the sentiment shared by the look on Rand's face as well. Looking past the two of them, she noticed for the first time that they were alone, that neither Ronin, Kim, or Captain Waltz were with them. That didn't seem right at all.
"Guys? Where's the Captain and the others?"
It was then that from behind the girl that another voice sprung up. Sitting in a chair near the small circular table to the side of the room with a book in hand, Walter Clarkson smiled as he gave the girl a kind look, "Just relax Christina. I'm sure that the Captain is just giving a personal report to the Admiral before he leaves and is having Ronin and Kim help him out with some other things. Right?"
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Bixir
Principality of Zeon
Green as Doom
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Post by Bixir on Jan 19, 2015 7:25:34 GMT
Rand had been silent the entire way back to 'base', or what there was of one. It had certainly changed the last time that Rand had been there, though to be fair he had never paid much attention to it in his limited time there in between the last mission and the one before it. And yet, even he could tell how much things had changed. You could feel it in the air, the sense of palpable dread and wary anticipation of what would happen next. Some seemed more aware of it than others, some simply willed themselves to ignore it. One look at Rand's face showed that he was certainly of the former group, rather than the latter.
He hadn't said a word to Tristan as they came back to their 'home', his face even more indignant on the current state of affairs. What had all of their hard work amassed to? He had not only lost one, but two commanding officers, one after the other, when he had only just become a part of the North American front. He could keep his insignificant life in check, and yet he couldn't safeguard that of his superiors, those who would lead Zeon to victory? What kind of soldier did that make him? He glanced at the Zeon insigia stitched onto the side of his open jacket in disgust and shame.
As the two of them made their way into the recreation room itself, Rand met Christina and Walter with something of an empty rage, clearly (and justifiably) upset, though said nothing to them as he walked in, simply giving a knowing nod, so that they knew that he wasn't outright ignoring them. He took a couple steps away from Tristan as the girl hugged him so tightly, not expecting such a blatant embrace, though since he was still the new guy here he wasn't exactly in a position to judge the relationships between the current members. When Walter laid out his question, Rand simply looked away, the pain clear enough on his face. Why couldn't it have been him?
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Post by PicklesInYourJar on Jan 26, 2015 7:20:22 GMT
Tristan had been more or less the same since they'd left the site of their last "Major" Battle, for most people it should have been an uplifting experience given their circumstances. With only the addition of Rand and himself, along with some quick thinking on both sides, They'd managed to turn the tide on the entire fight in a rather limited timeframe, with minimal causalities on top of that. But at this very moment, the soldiers that fought for the Principality of Zeon were not like others, especially not today of all days. The day had held a lesson for them, and it had turned out to be an extremely harsh one. Some would even call it an eye-opening experience, today they'd learned that somewhere down the line they'd allowed the Earth Federation to manufacture and mass produce their own mobile suits, which they then unleashed upon an unsuspecting Zeonic front, who had been drunk on the taste of their last few victories. The result had been disastrous, the sheer destruction that had been wrought was bad enough but Tristan and Rand had lost even more than that. No longer did they have the advantage of being the more technologically advanced power of the two powers that they'd been in the beginning, if you asked Tristan he would've said they'd been surpassed. It kept going in his head, as he absentmindedly stared outwardly at the Zeonic APC and Mobile Suits all lined up in various states of disrepair, as various Zeon soldiers moved around them, each with their own purpose. The more he watched them, the worse he felt. As all inevitable began to leave them all behind them, Tristan could still make them out as they scrambled to attend to all the wounded and salvage what they could from the Mobile Suits. Eventually Tristan put his eyes forward as they came upon what was left their base, as the GAWs flew overhead. Coming up upon pretty much more of the same, scenes of wreckage and carnage sprawled about as more wounded were littered about than before.
Much as they had been, Tristan and Rand proceed to their respective recreation room silently, it had become commonly accepted behavior for the two squad-mates after what they'd been through. It had bothered Tristan at first, he wondered if Rand blamed him for what happened as much as he'd blamed himself, it was just a good thing he hadn't been there to hear Captain Waltz' words to Tristan before, he could only imagine what Rand would say to him if he'd known that this very thing had been predicted beforehand and that it would be all his fault when it happened. Even if those words had been spoken through the mask of the strict intolerant C.O, Tristan had taken them to heart, even if he never showed it.
As they both stopped in front of the door, it suddenly burst open, allowing them to see a sight that made Tristan feel more at ease. On the other side of the doors were Walter and of course Christina. If Tristan could be described, the one thing that would've stood out was that his eyes weren't absent anymore, somehow more of the emotion that Tristan had hidden behind him returned. While Rand, and the events that had befallen Ronan, Kim, and Captain Waltz had dominated the vastness of his entire mental-scape, Christina had been there in the background. He'd wondered if the chaos had reached her, and if it had how she'd fared. This wasn't to say that he didn't care about Walter, it's just that he'd noticed that she was on his mind a lot more lately. However it came as a surprise to Tristan when Christina embraced him in a tight hug, although as unexpected as it was it's warmth was welcomed. But as Tristan had began to reciprocate, he stopped himself they came rushing back to his mind, and as if they're minds were in-sync, Christina pulled back slightly and looked into his face, registering that something wasn't right.
As if on cue, "Guys? Where's the Captain and the others?", It was very likely that Walter wouldn't be able to make it out, but Christina had already proven that she was more than capable of reading when something was amiss. It was fleeting, but at the very question itself pain visibly flashed across his face, it wasn't that he'd forgotten about them just that quick, it was now about how to tell break it to Christina and Walter. But it was only fleeting It was made even worse by Walter's optimism, Rand had since taken a seat in the room and at the mention of the question, he looked away from the situation, it could only be guessed that he was hiding his pain just like Tristan. Taking a step back and away from Christina, averting his eyes from her gaze, not able to bear looking at her right now Tristan now stepped into the room fully, Tristan prepared himself for the worst....
"No that isn't right Walter, We were drawn straight into an ambush by the Earth Federation, we lost all communications and their real forces struck under the cover of smoke, I wanna say it was that same damn squad as before....." Tristan said as he began to trail off, he moved slight before he sank into a chair and buried his head in hands, hiding the emotion in his face that he could no longer hide. Another deep breath later, Tristan continued, not wanting to elaborate on the embarrassing details anymore. " Captain Waltz and Ronan didn't make it, worst yet Kim was taken as we were forced to retreat," He said with finality as silence fell over them, they were not like Rand both Christina and Walter were there when Captain Waltz had made his premonition. All of this came as more of an admission of his guilt before he'd even been accused.
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Post by Darkapostle222 on Jan 27, 2015 8:06:53 GMT
Stunned silence.
That was the reaction that Tristan's words earned from his two remaining teammates. Taking a few steps away from the pilot as if he had actually struck her physically, the look on Christina's face made it evident that she didn't know how to react. Slowly she lifted a hand up to come and rest on her chest, as if to protect herself from something that she knew for sure what was coming. She didn't want to believe that any of this was true. I had been less than a day ago that the whole team had been in this very room, happy and laughing with each other but now?
Tearing her gaze from Tristan, she attempted to find some sort of solace in Rand's face. She looked for anything that might indicate that the other survivor's story wasn't true. A quick glance was all it took to confirm her worst fears. There was no denying it anymore. Even though she hadn't seen it with her own eyes the fact that both Rand and Tristan had those grief-filled look on their faces was all it took to wipe any shred of hope from Christina's mind.
Almost immediately tears began to well up in the corners of the young girl's eyes as she looked back at Tristan once again. Denial setting in, Christina began to shake her head from side to side as she said, "N-no....that can't be right. There's....there's no way that the Captain would let the team lose. There's no way he'd let anyone die. There's...There's no way he would die to the Feddies! It's a mistake...." As if her own words were beginning to convince her, a forced smile appeared on her face, "That's right! The Captain promised he'd keep us all alive and help us win! It's got to be a mistake! Right Walter?"
Christina turned her head towards her companion in order to gain some sort of support but what she saw instantly cowed her and robbed her of her smile. Eyes wide, the man seemed to be blankly staring out the ground in a state of total shock. Holding his book loosely between his legs as he sat on the chair, it suddenly slipped from his grip and clattered onto the ground. It was unclear whether or not he had heard her friend, but it didn't seem that Walter was going to reply any time soon.
Feeling completely isolated, Christina backed away from the three men and kept walking until her back bumped into the wall. She didn't know what to believe anymore. She didn't consider herself totally naive or unrealistic but the truth was that it felt like her entire world was falling apart around her. She just wanted this nightmare to end.
"It just can't be true....It can't be...I mean, if they're dead then what are we even doing here, huh? What's the point? Without him there is no Gorgon Team! There is no us! There's no po-"
"THAT'S ENOUGH CHRISTINA!"
The sound of Walter yelling, something Christina had ever experienced before silenced her grief-riddled rambling instantly. Eyes going wide as tears continued to streak down her cheeks, she watched as the normally timid APC driver rose to his feet with his hand holding onto the table next to him with a white-knuckled grip and his face still looking towards the ground as he clenched his jaw. "Just...that's enough, alright? If Tristan and Rand say that's what happened then that's what happened. We weren't there so we don't get to deny it. They've had to deal with this longer than us. You're a soldier. We're all soldiers. Stuff like this happens. The Captain...he wouldn't want us to act like this. We just have to continue on for his sake and Ronin's."
There was nothing Christina could say to the man. He was right, she knew that deep down inside but she still didn't want to believe it. Not able to bring herself to look Rand, Walter, or Tristan in the face, the young girl simply wrapped her arms around her body and gave herself a hug as she tried to stifle off sobs. This was all just too much to fast. She wanted to act brave but this felt like proof that she couldn't do that.
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Bixir
Principality of Zeon
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Post by Bixir on Feb 17, 2015 7:27:18 GMT
Rand couldn’t speak. He had little to no desire to do so in the first place, though his voice still felt like it was trapped, fractured beyond repair with grief and despair, not only for himself but for Zeon as a whole, for the state of this team. It pained him to even look his teammates in the eye, the boy instead continuing to look away, slightly turned away from the others as his eyes became more and more fixated on his shoes. His fists clenched, unclenched, then clenched again, this pattern repeating with increased severity each time. The expression on his face darkened even further with each repetition as well, Rand barely able to hold back his anguish. He could feel his hands beginning to bleed from how fiercely his fingers were digging into his skin, but he didn’t care. The only thing Rand was clearly aware of was his own pain, wanting nothing to do with the others as Tristan explained what had actually happened to the team.
The young man thought that he wouldn’t really feel anything, or react to the official reveal to Walter and Christina, since it had already happened and was done and past. That he was done grieving, having nearly lost himself in the moments of combat, both in their initial engagement as well as the secondary skirmish that they had been dropped into. But as Christina began to ramble in shock, Rand was reminded that this felt very real, was very real. It wasn’t something to so easily brush aside or ignore. The Captain had failed… he had failed. There was no way around it. It was what had happened. Their Captain’s promise was an empty one now that he waS
“DAMNIT!!” Rand screamed aloud, finally not caring anymore what the others thought of this sudden outburst, the Zaku pilot unable to contain his fury anymore as he also slammed his arm in a broad strike against the wall, ignorant of whatever pain or discomfort it caused him. Once, he might have felt good from being so vocal with his emotions, letting others know just how he felt on certain matters. Somehow, this only made Rand feel emptier and angrier inside, like it only made the feeling worse. With stifled pants and grunts of anger and grief, Rand raised his head, forcing himself to look at Christina, Walter, and even Tristan a little, as the former two reeled from the news that the latter dropped on them. It was clear enough how Rand felt about this, if not from his expression now then certainly from his shout and slamming his fist against the wall. They were all devastated by what had happened, though as Walter sharply reminded them, they simply couldn’t stop now. They needed to keep going, so that the Captain and Ronan hadn’t died in vain. Only then they could truly feel like they had betrayed Zeon.
“Walter’s right. We need to be strong. For the Captain, and Ronan…” He paused, remembering the only one to have come up and talked to him when he first officially joined this team… He rose his head a little higher, his stern camaraderie returning. “And Kim… as hard as that is right now.” Rand shrugged his shoulders a bit and bowed his head forward, finding it difficult to remain optimistic about this. “We are warriors of Zeon. We must not lose hope. We must never lose hope.”
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Post by PicklesInYourJar on Feb 24, 2015 2:11:59 GMT
Silence
Utter Silence was all that met Tristan after he'd told Christina and Walter what had befallen their squad-mates on their previous mission, their silence was incredibly unnerving, but it was an understandable reaction to the information they'd just been given. How do you react to the fact that you just lost your friends, your teammates, or worst yet the closet thing you might've had to a family in a while. This was what Tristan had struggled with, he didn't know if it was the fact that on any given day he'd have placed his own life in their hands many times over, or the times that thy'd spent together after they'd been through hell, but somewhere between those two points Tristan had become closer to them than he'd ever been with his own estranged family.
It was for this reason that Christina's eventual reaction hit him particularly hard. While Walter had appeared to be taking it in his own way, staring blankly into the floor, Christina was quite the opposite. She was vocal and quickly alternating back and forth between disbelief and feeling distraught, although eventually she settled on the former, choosing to question the validity of what she was hearing. It was difficult for him to say the least, he wanted nothing more than to reach out to her and offer his comforts, but he knew he could not. It wasn't enough that such a thing was not generally allowed among their ranks, on top of that he wasn't completely sure of what she was thinking. Of course the pain of losing dear friends was what she was most likely struggling with, he was also unsure if her mind wasn't in the same place as his.
Tristan, for what it was worth, could not get over the feeling that it was somehow his fault and that those that were around him would most likely feel this way, even if it wasn't right now it was only a matter of time. Even now, Tristan was still grieving, even if it was in the same way he tried to do everything else, in his own way on his own time. Tristan was fighting and biting back his emotions as best as he could, because Tristan usually felt things much deeper than he'd like, his life had been especially torturous before his military career, it began an part of his persona to mask his emotions behind either indifference, apathy and/or a calm demeanor. This practiced behavior was never harder than right now and even those that knew him could tell he wasn't himself; Pulling his gaze from Christina, his head rested in his hands as they slowly rotated in circles around his face, occasionally gripping the area of his forehead and hairline before rotating again. Looking into his eyes, they were very red and lacked a certain luster to them. He was reminiscent of Walter although there seemed to be a distinct difference between the two men.
As Christina continued to spout her optimistic denial, it finally took the voice of her partner to snap her to the reality of the moment, to the fact that everything he'd said was the truth and that they'd failed the Captain, Ronan, and Kim...
Soon thereafter Rand himself spoke up and it was seeming like once again he was the only one with nothing to say, but what was there for someone like him. He shifted his head just enough away from his hands for one of his eyes to peak out and see Rand as he spoke to the rest of them, even still as the only other remaining pilot from their botched mission he didn't get behind Rand like Rand had done for him in their rescue of the Zeonic forces not long ago. How could he? Someone like him, someone that Captain Waltz probably never truly trusted in the first place. The words that the Captain had spoken to him were eternally engraved upon his mind, maybe even upon his very being, but regardless of how the others reacted to Rand and Walter, Tristan's head remained in his hands, lamenting his failures and the loss of his "family"...
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Post by Darkapostle222 on Feb 24, 2015 23:38:43 GMT
The strong responses of Rand and Walter as well as the damning silence of Tristan were enough to somewhat break Christina out of the hysteria that had gripped her. She could see that they were all torn up as well, no one was taking this tragedy in stride, but they weren't acting like her. No, either they kept their sorrow to themselves or they channeled into a sense of conviction to keep fighting despite everything that had happened. All she had done was act like a child and not at all like a soldier. It was mortifying at this point.
Her eyes and nose still red even as she forced an end to her crying, Christina continued to sniffle as she tried to wipe the tear stains from her cheeks. Before Rand had joined the team it could've been argued that Christina was the most patriotic member of their unit. The pilot was right in that wild emotions such as hers had no place on the battlefield. She owed it to her fallen friends to carry on even without them.
Letting out a deep sigh as she regained dome of her composure, Christina shook her head as she said, "It's just....it's just all so much so fast. I...I'm sorry guys. I shouldn't be acting like this."
"It's alright Christina," replied Walter with a gentle smile, his earlier coldness gone, "We're all a little overwhelmed by this. No one's blaming you for expressing how you feel. It's only natural."
A slight smile was the only indication that the young girl gave as to the appreciation she felt for her friend's kind words. Still rubbing her face with her sleeve and letting out a few sniffles, she made her way towards the door. "I...I'm going to go wash my face a bit...Clean myself off. Then we need to figure out what to do now that we don't have a commanding officer."
Reaching to press the button that would open the door, Christina would find it already opening to reveal four men standing on the other side.
"Don't have a commanding officer? Maybe I can help you with that!"
Immediately Christina's vision snapped upwards to look at the man leading the small posse. He wore a white tank-top over his broad chest under which could be seen a variety of field-dressings wrapped around his torso to cover up injuries. The man's grey Zeon uniform jacket, worn over his shoulders like some sort of cape, and pants were marred by dirt and water stains, his boots caked in a mixture of mud and twigs. With one arm held in a sling and a gauze pad taped to his cheek, completing the image of the 'wounded soldier', the man didn't look very impressive but there was something that was completely undeniable.
The man standing in the doorway was none other than Alexander Waltz.
A rolling wave of shock swept over the room at what could easily be seen as a miraculous resurrection. Christina in particular was stunned, her eyes going wide and mouth hanging agape as she stared at what her mind began to rationalize as some grief-spawned hallucination. Quickly rubbing her eyes with her hands (a gesture that was simultaneously performed by Walter in the background), she found that the man in front of her was the genuine article and was very much real.
"C-captain?" she asked meekly, still hesitant to let her hopes get up.
As if sensing the girl's concern, Alexander put on a fatherly smile and ruffled her hair gently with his good hand, "Yes, Christina. It's actually me."
This confirmation filled the MCPO with an incredible level of joy. Immediately her expression brightened considerably and, exclaiming her happiness out loud, she dove forward and embraced the Captain in a tight hug.
"Ah!" grunted Waltz in response, wincing in the process, "Not so rough, Christina. I may not be dead but I'm not quite one-hundred percent yet."
Embarrassed, Christina quickly backed off with a furious blush on her face. She had let her excitement get the better of her judgement and had totally forgotten that the Captain was obviously injured. Instead of apologizing like she probably should've, she chose to simply cough into her fist to try and ward off her unease, praying that someone would quickly change the subject and take the spotlight off of her.
"Captain," began Walter, granting Christina her wish, "How are you here? How did you survive."
"Try not to sound so disappointed Walter," the Gorgon Team Leader teased, "It'll take much more than an exploding Zaku to kill someone like me! Ha ha!"
Letting out a hearty laugh, Waltz quickly recognized that his bravado wasn't going to be enough to spare him the need to explain. Letting out a sigh he then elaborated, "To be honest I probably should be dead. When I saw the Feddie Suit fire at me with that heavy cannon of theirs I knew I wouldn't get a chance to evade. I opened up my cockpit and bailed out just as the round hit and the force threw me down into the Mississippi River. It's a miracle that I wasn't killed by the debris but it still knocked the hell out of me. I floated down river for almost an hour before my unconscious body was picked up on the shore by a recon team scouting Federation troop movements. If they hadn't found me when they did I probably would've been taken captive by the Feds....or worse."
Silence hung over the room for several moments as the surviving members of the Gorgon Team processed their commander's story. Finally Christina broke the silence once more as she asked, "But Sir, if you survived then maybe Ronan is alive as well!"
A solemn shake of the head was all Alexander needed to crush the girl's hopes once more, "I'm sorry, Christina. All reports seem to indicate that Ronan didn't make it.I'm afraid he's gone. But we still have a chance to save Kim and that's what I came to tell of you about."
Stepping to the side, he waved in the three men standing behind him, "Let me introduce Lieutenant Augusto Almeida, Ensign Lawrence Sanchez, and Petty Officer 3rd Class Edhel Afanasi. They've volunteered to join the Gorgon Team on its next mission. We're going to infiltrate a Feddie Forward Operations Base and rescue Kim."
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Richter
Principality of Zeon
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Post by Richter on Feb 25, 2015 1:00:05 GMT
Augusto stepped into the room and gave an exaggerated bow to the lower ranked members of the Gorgon Team that were assembled in the rec area. His uniform was nicely washed and pressed, but his sprawling hair and sun-blazed, rugged features made him look a lot more grizzled than your average pilot that saw most of the war through the lenses of a monoeye camera. The prosthetic eyes in his skull didn't settle on any specific person, instead scanning the room and taking in both the sights and the other people who had got here before him; helped to know who he was dealing with if they'd be working together in the future, you know. But in addition to just getting a feel for the team, he was also trying to scope out who the warriors were in this bunch, particularly the ones that had been at his back on the battlefield. It wasn't hard to deduce who they were, he just looked for the ones that were the most disheveled and morose. The gentleman wasn't shy in speaking up after the famed Captain Waltz introduced him, he had something to say to the pair that he had ran into earlier. "Good to finally meet the folks who pulled my ass out of the fire, Lieutenant Almeida at your service. I tell you, you saved me a long walk home on foot; wasn't looking forward to that." The lieutenant said, a veritable font of energy that injected some more much needed positivity into the otherwise terse atmosphere. He spoke English fluently but the heavy accent in his voice couldn't be missed, and that combined with his tanned skin might just be enough to make those present doubt that he came from the Sides at all. * "I wanted to give my thanks. Shame about losing my head out there, but I'll make sure to carve off a little more than just the ankles next time as repayment." He continued with a wide smile that revealed teeth stained by constant use of tobacco. He'd go ahead and offer a hand to Rand and Tristan, and enthusiastically attempt to lock them in a crushing grip if they made the mistake of accepting. Calloused and scarred hands told of a hard life, without any words needing to be said. The man's demeanor made it appear as if he had never had to undergo a military inspection nor roll call in his life, but that kind of renegade attitude seemed to be the lifeblood of the Gorgons, from what he was told. This Waltz was something of a legend, and despite being lax with his subordinates, he coaxed out of them an impressive track record of victories until very recently. The South American was very interested in being involved with that after witnessing two members in action alongside him on the battlefield yesterday, it was more up his alley coming from a guerrilla background than serving in a prim-and-proper line battalion that did everything by the book. Too stuffy for his tastes, if you asked him. On the note of the battle he appeared completely unfazed by the bloodshed, though he must have saw his fair share of it before the Gorgons arrived on their dodais to turn the tide. Had Waltz roused him a couple of hours earlier, this would have been an entirely different story. "Since you helped me, I figured, why not aid my new amigos in their plan to rescue their lost comrade? It's the least I could do, and it beats rotting in the reserves where I was before. I didn't sign up to sit on my hands, you know."Having said his piece, the rebel moved aside and let the pair of newcomers, aside from himself, come along and say what they had to say.
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Post by hakumen on Feb 25, 2015 20:05:50 GMT
Once the captain had finished his reunion with his comrades, then stepped to the side so that they could enter. Edhel watched as the man named Augusto stepped into the room before speaking his mind and attempted to shake hands with those inside the room. Edhel didn't do that, but instead slipped into the room silently before walking off to the side a bit and looked away. It was clear this guy was fragil and timid but he had been selected due to the need for pilots and the fact he could at least shoot straight. He wasn't an excellent soldier but he knew his way around enough of the machines to at least hit something. Edhel placed his right hand over his left forearm before squeezing it gently. He was nervous, frightened of this hardened soldiers to say the least but he knew he was in capable hands. Edhel didn't speak at all to the group but instead looked around at the room, his blue eyes examined everyone to see exactly what was going on. They had appeared deeply distressed about the lose of comrades before but the captain's survival had turned at least one of their frowns upside down. Edhel was glad to see people getting at least some sort of enjoyment out of the reunion. The first person to catch Edhel's eye was the man identified as Tristan, appearing rough and didn't seem like the kind of guy to be here. He had been just arrived like the rest of them but he appeared sobering to the eyes. His appearance and presentation of himself told Edhel that he was much more than met the eye. Though what that could have been to anyone wouldn't be apparent to Edhel, as he wasn't able to simply read people though looking at them. However, he suspected that this man may be around for some time if he had to guess. The next person Edhel's eyes set upon was Rand, and Edhel knew that Rand would be a major problem for Edhel. He had a fierce look in his eye, even given this situation and the matter at hand. Rand appeared to be one with a strong air, his presentation of himself was that he valued others but may be strong. The pain on his face as soon as Edhel had entered was apparent but he didn't know the cause of it. Not wanting to draw any attention to himself, Edhel would look away immediately from those two, hoping not to bring anyone to yell at him. He knew this people were good people, as he had been told by some other soldiers he had asked before coming along. He just worried about how he would fit in with all this rough looking individuals, after all. He was quite timid looking as well as fragile looking compared to everyone here.
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Post by randomzakupilot on Mar 4, 2015 16:08:21 GMT
Lawrence in all his disheveled and sloppy glory stood with a lazy grin and droopy eyes looking around the room at the assembled members, listening to the chatter awaiting his turn to speak, his back slouched and hands in his pocket fiddling with a pack. 'God I need a smoke, or a nap but nice enough looking bunch' thought Lawrence keeping his eyes on the female member just a bit longer then necessary. He watched as Augustos made his introduction causing a slight eyebrow raise at the man exaggerated introduction and watched his behavior that seemed a tad bit overbearing and aggressive for Lawrence taste. He also noticed the other member Edhel act nervous. 'They sure Edhel a pilot? He looks more at home in a S-one or six office then out in the front... guess my turn' thought Lawrence stepping forward into the room.
Giving a lazy salute saying "yo" in a bored monotone before releasing his salute. "Ensign Sanchez reporting but you all can call me Lawrence or any names you come up with, just simply point at the direction of where you want the boom and I'll do what I can to land it" said Lawrence lazily scratching his head "Just be clear of the blast radius and give me some good deflection and quadrants. After all be kind of a bummer to kill a comrade" he added as an after thought still scratching his head but his lazy smile became a bit brighter hoping his joke would break the ice.
'Seriously hope these guys ain't kill joys, hate to be the only one with a sense of humor again' he thought staring at the others trying to gauge their reaction. As a habit he reached out with his left hand to his back pocket to pullout one of his gaudy adult novels he always read and brings said novel out he looks in Edhel direction then back to the others still confused why Edhel hasn't said anything yet even though he entered before him.
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