| Welcome to Broken Obligations - A Gundam RPG. You are currently looking at the site as a guest which may limit the the number of items you can see! To solve this issue register an account. |
| Closing the Gap; Character Developement RP (Open) | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 25 2006, 10:59 PM (101 Views) | |
| <Insert Name Here> | Jun 25 2006, 10:59 PM Post #1 |
Nope
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
The Stars seems to just shoot past as a blur, and the monitors twisted in and out. The faint hue of passing mobile suits thrusted by, as the targeting reticules went wild. Bogies seemed to light up the stars like fireworks. The Com chatter, echoed through his ears, over lapping signals. Cries of Victory, and Curses of defeat. His eye's squinted and he grit his teeth. Letting out a short grunt, as he held onto the control sticks for dear life. Life Action Exercise, was always hell. Jonathan, his face twisting from the extreme G-Forces of his last maneuver, curled in on the left control stick, as the targeting reticule centered on the red coloured GM directly ahead of him. He grinned slightly though his pain, and squeezed the trigger. Two blue beams of light, shot out from the large rifle in the Blue coloured Dagger's right hand, landing dead center on the Red GM's back. The Reticule centered on the GM turned from Red, to Green. Several indicator lights on the GM's main Torso, shoulders and leg, suddenly darkened. "God Damn it!" The Curse sounded through the Com, and Davion's grin grew wider. "Red 12, Johansson, shot down by Blue 9, Davion. Davion, 18 points. Good work kid..." The call came in from the instructor. "Johansson, land in bay 15 for debriefing. Blue team's up to 60 points, Red team, 54 points..." Jonathan grinned with satisfaction, as he reeled back on the control sticks. His mobile suit, doing a hundred and eighty degree about face, and thrusting ahead. His eyes scanning the horizon for the few remaining Red Targets. Finally, in frustration, he flipped his com to the blue teams frequency, and spoke into his mic. "Anderson? Romero? Request target locations?" Jonathan spoke into the com, his eyes continually scanning for any hint of light, or motion. "Christ! Johnny!" A voice responded, strained and frustrated. "Me and Bill are on the two remaining Red's... Thirty degree's off Polaris, Moonward... These two bastards are good, I don't know how much longer its going to take..." Jonathan's eye's looked to the right of his display, on the indicated coordinates, spotting several faint glimmers of light, obscured among a field of debris. "Roger that Axel... I'll be there in three..." "Thank god, cause we could really use the..." Suddenly the com cut out. "Axel? Axel!?" He asked into the com, to no reply. A small smirk coming to his face following. "Damn... These two must be good..." bringing his suit around. Davion flared full power on his thrusters, heading towards the glimmers of light in the distance. On the way, passing by another Blue suit, heading back to the base. The suit, raising its hand in a wave, as he passed by. Davion, smiled and responded with his suit, gesturing a thumbs up. "Don't worry Axel. I'll bring this victory home for us..." In the distance, among the thick debris field, a lone Blue suit, marked with a blue coloured "10" on its right shoulder, weaved its way through the twisted metal remains. The tattered hulls of battleships and mobile suit. Left from some long forgotten battle of the last war. The Suit, frantically moving as a hail of red fire, trailed after it. As he turned amount, sending a volley of fire in response. Suddenly, he was caught by surprise. A Red suit, emerged from behind a a twisted metal hulk. Its beam saber drawn, as it charged after the Blue suit. Frantically bringing its beam rifle around. The Blue suit fired off several shots, all failing to far off the Red suits portside. "Oh no!" The Blue pilot shouted, as he twisted the controls. Making a vain attempt to evade, but it was too late now. And at the last moment, as the Red Beam saber thrusted out towards the suits main hull. Suddenly, a blue coloured beam, streaked in from the distance. Striking the Red suit dead center on the main torso. The Emblazoned red insignia, flashing off the moment the round thrust. The Beam saber dimming out into nothing, swinging through its strike against the Blue Dagger. Leaving no mark, no strike. "I had you!" The Red pilot screamed as he struck the forward control panel with his firt. His suit, thrusting back and coming around. "Ha! Not today sucker!" Bill shouted with joy, as his suit reached out with its right hand, and pushed the Red GM away, waving into the distance. "Thanks Johnny!" "That's another one for Davion... Blue teams up to 66 points. Only One Red Team suit Remaining... Blues got two left..." The Voice of the Instructor announced through the Com Frequency. Forty Two Minutes on the clock." The Blue Dagger, bearing the "9" insignia. Emerged from the darkness. Thrusting to a halt next to Anderson's Blue Dagger. "Where's the last one..." Jonathan stated into the Com. His dagger, holding out its beam rifle, as its Camera's scanned the surrounding Debris field. "It was chasing me off to the port... Driving me into that trap..." Bill stated, his camera's and rifle turning to that direction. "He's out there now... watching us..." "Alright, lets move in after him..." Davion stated, his thrusters flaring up, and taking off to port. "Right Behind you man!" Bill shouted, his suit taking up formation behind Davion's. Traveling deeper into this Micro Debris field. Jonathan eyes glanced across the display screens. Keeping his eyes open for any movement. But also, watching that timer, and his wing man off his six. Suddenly, a flash of red to the port, as the targeting reticules flashed to light. "There!" Jonathan shouted, as he spun his suit around. Squeezing on the trigger, razing up his suits shield, and sending three rounds off towards the debris to the right. From behind, emerged a GM, the insignia "3" Emblazoned in Red. Thrusting at full power, as it returned fire. Four rounds, streaked off Davion's starboard side. Frantically, he twisted the controls to keep ahead. Anderson, firing several rounds after the distant GM from behind, before a Red Beam found its mark. Dead center mass on his Dagger. "What!? No!?" Bill shouted, as several red lights suddenly appeared on the interior of his cockpit. As the red lettering appeared flashing on his front display, that said it all. "Dead". The Exterior Blue lighted insignia, vanishing. "Its over Anderson..." The Instructor stated in his com. "Bring her back to base. That's another for Simmons. Up to 24 points... Only two suits left!" "Damn it..." Jonathan muttered, as his suit twisted around. Sending another burst of fire, towards the Red GM. The Two suits, forgetting their defensive stances, and charging no holds bar against each other. The suit suits, Circling each other like two birds of prey, as they both let lose their hail of trailing fire. The Stars spun around, twisting upside down, and Jonathan's stomach turned inside out. His Targeting reticule, struggling to keep up with the Red suit, keeping up his continual hail of fire, as he struggled to keep up with the suit itself. The two suits, continuing to circle round each other, before Jonathan made his break, in a daredevil move. Thrusting full power reverse. His Dagger stopped on a dime. Davion's Teeth gritting together as he was thrown forward in his seat. Gritting to Endure the extreme G-Forces. Struggling to stay focused on the task at hand. Pulling back on the main control stick. The Dagger, released its beam rifle, sending it hurtling ahead. Its arm reached back, and grasping the suits beam saber. Swinging it forth. The Brilliant blue blade flaring to life. As his suit twisted around, and charged full power at the Red GM. The GM, caught by surprise, couldn't keep its aim, up with the streaking Dagger. Sending several beam rounds sailing too far to its starboard. The Dagger, closing it, drew forth its beam saber, and struck out. Stabbing the tip, in towards the cockpit of the GM. It was all about to be over. The GM, frantically scrambling to evade. Fired its rear thrusters, along with its forward verniers. The GM, twisting around, as it raised its right arm. The Beam saber struck out. And missed. The Crystal Blade, passing in between the torso and the right arm. A mere inch and a half away from a terminal hit. Davion leaned forward as he sneered, unable to believe this. "So close, how could it..." Without even a break in motion, his unit swung around. The Beam saber, now swinging back, for a slash against the torso of the GM. His eye narrowing, as he gripped the control sticks hard. The Beam saber swung around, and was stopped dead cold. The GM, bringing forth its own beam saber. Struck out and countered the Daggers own beam saber. Stopping it, and the enemy suit completely. And then, with a casual carefree motion, almost as graceful as it was lethal. The GM brought out its beam rifle. Leveled it dead center on the Dagger's Torso. Davion's eye's shot open, as he was thrown back in his seat. The blue light, emerging from the rifle, consumed its screen, before the red lights flipped on. And his suit, darkened. The words of the end, appearing on the screen ahead. "That's it. Final kill for Simmons. 30 points total. Great Job! Red Team wins... Simmons, Davion. Bring it in at dock Seven..." Davion, slumping back in his seat, reached up and opened his visor, as he released the control stick. Looking down at the floor, as he let out a curse, and a sigh. "Damn it... I'm char broiled..." The Red GM, thrusted back slightly, its eye's seeming to focus on him, as it slowly moved away. Before turning around. And heading back to base. Davion followed suit, after sulking for a few moments. ***** The Two remaining suits, "GM Red 3", and "Dagger Blue 9" docked in the same port right next to each other. Respective victory parties standing by on the docks ahead of each suit. But it wasn't going to be much of a victory party for Davion. His suit, kneeling down at the docking rail, And opening the hatch. The Twelve pilots of the Blue team where on the railing. All looking in at him with dismayed stares. Davion, his helmet already taken off. Emerged from the Daggers hatch. And lowered himself down to the docking catwalk. Cadet, Axel Romero, walked up to him. Resting his hand on his shoulder. "What happened Johnny!? We where suppose to win! Did you forget we were suppose to win!?" he shouted at him. Jonathan, tossed his helmet to the floor. Reaching out and grabbing the railing, as he let out a few choice words, kicking it in frustration. "God Damn it Axel... What the hell do you expect. I got shot down! I didn't see you do any better out there! So shut the trap!" Another member of the Blue team walked up, and huge man, several inches taller then even Jonathan, rested his hand on Davion's shoulder, as he turned to the rest of his team. "Back off Axel... We lost... We all lost." Turning to Davion, he smiled slightly, as he slapped him on the back of the shoulder. "You did great out their Davion... We almost had it thanks to you..." Suddenly, they were interrupted by the cries of victory, from the group across from them on the catwalk. Emerging from the Red GM docked directly beside them. The hatch opened, and the pilot lowered out, to the cheers from the team around. Although none of Davion's training group had meet any of the other teams members before they transfered here for space combat training. They were all thrown back by what they saw. A female pilot, not uncommon, but not like this. Still wearing her helmet with its visor down. However, event without seeing her face, they could still make out her perfect figure underneath the skin tight flight suit. All where brought down to glaring jelously, a small hint of hate in mosts eyes. As the female members of the Blue team, turned away in disgust. The Pilot, receiving several pats on the back from her team mates. Casually strolled by to the Red teams gathering, and up to the Blue team. Walking right up before Jonathan himself. Standing in front of him. She reached up, unlatched her helmet, pulling off. Tossing back her blonde shoulder length hair, as she straightened it out. Smiling slightly. She gazed straight into Jonathan with her Crystal blue eyes. Jonathan was brought down into a almost trance like gawking stare at her. She reached up, as rested her hand, on his right check. Smiling slightly. "You did well out there... You're a very good pilot..." She said softly to him, turning her head, as she smiled. "But next time... Don't be stupid..." She said, as she shook her head at him. "That kind of moronic attack move would never stand a chance against me. And would get you killed against the enemy. So use your head next time. Instead of your ego..." Still smiling, she turned around, and walked away. Bringing her hand to her face, in a small giggle, as she walked away. Jonathan's blue team mates, suddenly seemed to break from their hateful stares. As several cries came out. Axel raised his fist in the air shouting "Hey!". "Jeeze what a bitch!" Another member shouted. As curses came out from his team, a few stomping against the metal catwalk, of kicking the railing. "We'll get her next time..." One of the female group members spoke up, as she laughed. Jonathan however, just continued to stare at her as she walked away. Finally, a small smile breaking on his face, as he turned his head, looking at her mobile suit. "Whoa..." He muttered quietly to himself. "She is good..." |
| ] | |
![]() |
|
| <Insert Name Here> | Jun 27 2006, 07:32 PM Post #2 |
Nope
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
It was the following day, when the gangs of Trainee's, had gathered into the mess hall. Morning theoretical session's had already finished, and the all the various classes sought a break, before the beginning of afternoon and evening practical exercises. Among the seemingly endless rows of Cadets. Gathered a group, waiting in the long line up before the cafeteria. "Hotdogs!?" Romero asked, holding out his tray towards the staff member behind the tables. The Server, looked up rather annoyed, glaring down the boy slightly, before he spoke. "Sold out..." Axel, angered, tossed his tray to the floor, kicking the stainless steel side of the bar with his foot. "God Damn it!" He shouted. "That's the fifth time in a row... Well what the hell do you have!?" "Sythni-Meat..." The Server stated, with a small sly grin. Axel, clenching his fists, groaned slightly, before handing picking his tray off the floor. Before letting out a reluctant sigh, as he held out his tray to the server. "Fine then..." Gripping a piece of grey looking flesh with his tongs, the server slapped down an extra large potion on his tray, before shouting out. "Next!" Behind Axel, Jonathan walked up, without a word, accepting his portion of meat, before moving on. "How can you choke down that crap, with gagging!?" Axel asked in vain, to the group around him. "I don't know... It ain't that bad..." Bill stated, his face revolting slightly as he spoke. Mayrura then jumped in, laughing slightly as she spoke. "If you close your eye's, it feels kind of like eating squid." Davion, simply smirked. "I grew up eating this stuff... You learn to like it after awhile..." He stated, as he grabbed some more items off the food displays ahead. "A long while..." "Your all insane..." Axel stated, as he turned around, waving his hand to the group behind him. Before marching away. Wasn't long before he was stopped dead in his tracks. Not paying attention to where he was going. He ran right smack into the backside into another cadet. Knocking him to the ground. As well as dumping his fully loaded tray, all over the cadets back. The Cadet, a huge muscular man, at least Six foot Seven in height, seemed to tower over puny Axel. Razing his arms slightly, clenched into a fists. Turned around, vents of steam, almost appearing to be shooting out of his ears. His face red. Rage in his eye's, as he focused right dead on Axel. "You little..." The man stated, gritting his teeth as he punched his fist into his hand ahead of him. "I'm going to crack your skull open..." Axel, staring up in complete fear, still sitting in a pile of slop from his tray, could only stare on, before they were interrupted "Take it easy..." Davion stated, as he stepped up, resting his tray on the serving table, before walking up in front of the man. "It was an accident... He'll clean it up, and he's sorry... now move on..." The man's rageful expression turned to Davion now. "Or Maybe I'll just take it out on you..." The man stated. However, soon he himself was interrupted by an arm reaching round, and grabbing his attention. "Hey, you better watch out Clark..." The Voice stated, a tiny, weasely looking boy, walking out from behind him. "He's the Blue teams Number One..." "What!?" The man stated, laughing slightly. "Him!?" Turning back to Davion, he crossed his arms slightly. "So your the Blue Team's point leader? I heard you did pretty good... Till you got beaten by our own She-Devil-Janette...I feel almost sorry for you." Davion, looked away slightly, a rather annoyed glare now evident in his eye's. "I was defeated by a good pilot... There is no shame in that..." "Oh, so That's your excuse... Forget it." The man stated, waving Davion off. "I don't feel sorry for you. Its your team I feel sorry for... They must be pretty sad to have a Pathetic Leader like you..." Davion, now looking back, dead into the man's back. Cold glare in his eyes, stepped forward. The entirety of the Blue Teams membership, stepping out behind him. Cracking their knuckles, and slamming their fists. Standing defiantly. Axel dragging himself off the floor, and stepping up beside him. "You got something you want to say about the 45th?" The Man, turned around, grinning slightly and the humour of all this. They? Challeging him? It was almost to pathetic to comprehend "Maybe I do..." He stated, as he glanced back. Giving a nod to his members behind him. Before turning around, and sending a fist launching full boar into Davion's stomach. Lashing out his arms. Jonathan managed to deflect most of it. However the shear force of the blow, along with the significant size different. Sent the young man sliding across the floor, into a stack of chairs next to the table, knocking them, and him over. This seemed to be the signal, as waves of Blue team members, suddenly dived into the mass of Red team cadets. Fists flying, teeth grit, rageful cries and shouts. It was a full blown slugfest. Breaking out right in the middle of the Cafeteria. Hoots and hollers coming from the surrounding cadets, and they cheered it on. Davion, picking himself up off the floor, reached down, and brushed his coat off, dusting himself off, before walking back into the frey. A hateful look in his eyes, as he singled out the towering man that had struck him. Walking up to him casually. The man, after sending Axel flying across the floor. Turned to look at Davion. A caught his fist. Davion, sending a punch landing dead center on the mans face. Sending him reeling back. His eyes coming into focus, he grit his teeth. Spitting to the floor. The anger in his eyes spilling over, and he turned back, stretching back his fist, wineding up for another punch. When suddenly, he was interrupted. A slender hand. reached out, and grabbed his arm, causing him to turn around. His face still enraged, ready to scream at whoever had stopped him, when suddenly, he was slapped across the face. The cries stopped, and the fight came to a standstill, as all members of the Red team stopped, and looked at the woman, confused. It was her, Red teams number one. Holding her hand out in reaction to slapping Clark across the face. He simply stood their. Dazed and shocked. Unable to believe what had just happened. The room, silenced slightly, as the fight came to the hualt. "Stop, disgracing me!" She said, plainly, and clearing. A hateful look in her eye's. "You are all acting like a bunch of savage pigs... Grow Up!" The Red team, all dropped their fists, looking on with a slightly confused glare. She turned her head to Davion, the hateful look in her eyes vanished. A smile appearing on her mouth. As he nodded to him, before turning around, and walking away, heading back to her table. "But!? Janette!" The man shouted vainly. Raising his arms in Confusing. Axel, picking himself up off the floor, rubbed his head, and he made a painful groan. Before spotting something, that caused him to stand up quickly. Gesturing with his head, to the rest of the blue team. Davion, and the rest of the group. Quickly scrambled off the floor. Picking chairs, and sitting down as fast as possible at a near by table. Turning away, and trying to look as nonshalant as they possible could. Then the words shouted out, that silenced everyone. "What the Hell!!!" Everyone in the room turned, to see a Drill Sergeant. Standing at the doorway. His hands at his hips, as his eyes boiled over. Looking right into Clark, and the rest of the Red team still standing there. As well the crowd of Cadets gathered round to cheer them on. All turning round with terror in their eyes. |
| ] | |
![]() |
|
| <Insert Name Here> | Jun 28 2006, 11:05 PM Post #3 |
Nope
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Morning briefings. The twenty one weeks of Space Combat training was wineding down. The first stretch over, and now entering the final stretch. The point where the training, was to be taken up a notch. The time that would push the would be Mobile suit pilots, to the limits. The time where the grind was put to them, and it would be decided, who was worthy of being part of the Earth Unions Space Forces, the "Tip of the Sword." And who would be left to waste in the Earth based reserve forces below. In one of the bases larger briefing rooms. Rows upon rows of cadets, began to stream in steadily. Slowly filling up the endless rows of large comfortable lounging chairs, that where stationed in front of the main display. Among the groups that entered, the wayward 45th training group, now commonly known by the moniker "Blue Team" entered in. Axel, at the head of the group, whistled as he looked around the room. "Wow... Pretty much every training group from this cycles gotta be in here... What do you think is going on?" "No Idea..." Bill responded. "Maybe another series of team on team training combat?" "Nah..." Mayura added, as he crossed her arms, stroking her crimson hair. "They briefed up individually for those ones. It can't be that..." "So what's it suppose to be then..." Axel asked back. However, soon he was interrupted, by the shout of the Instructor at the head of the room. Davion, entering the room ahead of them. Quickly pointed out a series of seats, over at the right corner of the room, and the whole group walked over, as sat down together in their own little section. Looking around the room, Davion could pick out each and every training group, around the room. Yellow, Black, Orange, Green, White... They where all there. However, almost as if instinctive, his eye's fell upon the Red team, stationed across the room. More in particularly. The teams Number One. The pilot he only knew as Cadet Simmons. Looking over her, a curious look on his face, almost staring at her. Though, the moment she raised her eyes, to look at him, he turned away, pretending to look else where. "Attention!" A Drill Sergeant at the head of the room shouted, as he snapped to attention. In kind, every Cadet, and Trainee in kind, all stood at attention. Then, to everyone surprise, the Training units Division Commander walked in, Colonel Kurasawa. "Be seated." he stated, as he took his position. Everyone in the room, taking their seats again. "You've all preformed well, and should be proud of yourselves. The Herd has been sorted, and the stars have stood out. You've all formed bonds with your training groups, and started nice competitive rivalries with your fellow teams. Even if, they may become... strained at times..." He stated, as he flashed a look, towards the Red team. "However, it is time we remember, that amongst your fellow cadets. You must not only, learn to trust your team mates. But you must also learn, to trust your former rivals with your lives. As such, starting this moment. The Training groups, are finished with." This was followed, my a serious of rumblings across the room. The Colonel raised his hand, to silence them. "Starting today, you will be reassigned into training pairs, for the remainder of your training. These pairs, will be periodically teamed with fellow pairs, and placed in rivalry with others. Its time to thin the heard Cadets. Like it or not, your success, and the success of your partner, and reliant, on each other... Not all of you can become pilots in the Space Forces. But all of you, have the potential, of greatness..." Stepping back, a Drill Sergeant stepped forward, reading out the names. Of the new teams. "The following are the new training assignments. First live fire Training exercise in pairs, will begin today at Twenty One Hundred hours. I suggest, you be ready... First Team! Johansson and Maxwell!... Second Team, Smith and Jackson!..." As the drill Sergeant continued to go down his list, the blue team members started to talk amongst themselves. "Re-assigned team!?" Axel muttered quietly. "What happens if we face each other!? Or even worse, paired with someone we hate!?" "I suppose I'll just have to shoot you down then..." Mayura added, snickering slightly. "In your case, that will be a pleasure..." "That's easy for you to say..." Axel added. "What if you get teamed with a prick like Clarke!?" The Drill Sergeant spoke again. "Team Fifteen! Clarke and Romero!" "Gah!?" Axel's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "What!?" The whole group around them, almost broke down in tears laughing. Taunting him upon hearing the assignment. "This can't be right!?" He shouted, standing up. "It must be some kind of mistake!?" "No mistake son..." The Drill Sergeant spoke up. "Now sit your ass down!" Axel dropped in his seat, looking over towards the sneering Clarke across the room. Who was enduring equal taunts, with regards to his pairing with Romero. "Just accept it Axel..." Davion added, a very serious, matter of fact, expression on his face. "This is part of the training. Even if you hate the man next to you. You still need to count on each other. besides, who knows..." He stated, barely able to contain a smile, under his stern face. "Maybe you two will become great friends..." "Frack! You Davion!" Axel shouted... slumping down in his seat, as they listened to the continuing role calls. Finally, the numbers ran down. "Team Twenty Three! Simmons and Davion!" Davion's eye's shot open, as the smile on his face vanished. Which was responded with a roar of laughter from his team mates around him. "Ho ho! Davion... Who's laughing now!" Axel stated, rising up in his seat. "You got paired up with the She-Demon!" Davion and Simmons eyes shot towards each other. Nearly meeting at the same moment. An equally terrified look, in both their faces. Me, with Simmons... The thought ran though Davion's mind. Oh god... I think I'm going to be sick... |
| ] | |
![]() |
|
| <Insert Name Here> | Jun 30 2006, 01:17 AM Post #4 |
Nope
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Davion stepped into the lift, gripping the sides as it jolted, and ascended to the outer sections of the Asteroid Base. Holding himself down to the floor by his hands, as the gravity shifted slightly. Leaning back against the wall, with his eyes closed. Dressed in his normal suit, with his helmet attached to the back of his collar. Pairs training was about to begin, and Davion, found himself deeply troubled by the situation he was placed in. Simmons, and himself... on the same team? The Concept seemed to distant, that it was almost unachievable. They had spent, practically their entire time here so far, being nothing but rivals. Spending their time, mastering each other, rather then focusing on working together. He had barely even spoken to her, since he arrived two months ago. And now, his passing relied entirely on their ability to work together. "Gah..." Davion muttered, as he pushed himself off the back wall with his feet, floating forward slightly as he rested, arms crossed, his face stern, with a troubled expression upon it. "This is hopeless... I might as well hand in my dog tags now. Save them the trouble of repossessing them..." A moment following, the lift came to a halt. He shifted suddenly to the floor, having to grip the side rail, to keep himself up toppling, as he landed to the floor. The door, opened. Standing outside, was Simmon's. Upon seeing him, she stepped back slightly, looking surprised. Then turning her head away, she stepped in. Standing in the lift beside each other, as it continued. Both, he and her, strained to look away from each other. Both filled with a same mutual contempt. Both with the same, annoyed glare in their eyes. Finally, she spoke up. "Going to the hanger deck?" She asked, still looking away from him, asking in an almost passing manner. "Yes..." He responded, sharply. The two continued to stand in silence, staring away from each other, when the lift finally came to a halt, and the doors opened to the hanger deck. The two glanced out, and at each other. "After you..." Jonathan stated, extending his hand towards the door. She glared at him, closed her eye's and marched out. Davion following close behind her. "Alright..." She spoke back to him, as they walked. "Lets just get a few things straight. I intent to fly the way I want to, and no other way. Do you Understand what I'm saying? I'm telling you to keep out of my way..." "Fine..." Davion muttered back, resignatively. "Do whatever the heck you want out there..." He sighed, not really caring to argue at this time. Walking into the hanger deck, standing on hand, was the Drill Instructor. Glancing at the pair, then looking at his watch. "Right on time..." he stated, a bit of a smile on his face. "Impressive, you two are already ahead of the curve." Grabbing his clip board, he examined it for a moment, checking over a few things, before he continued. "Alright, bays 3 and 4 are your units. Two GM Command Space Type's. Loaded with live ammunition 90mm cannon's. Targets will be computer simulation drones, design to register as different targets on your display. Though the damage you take to you units will be computer simulated. The Damage you deal, will be real. So exercise, extreme caution." "Yes, Sir!" The two responded, saluting. "Oh, and one more thing, your going to have to sign for the suits this time..." The Instructor added, handing out a clip board to Simmon's first. "What? Why?" Davion asked "Lets just say, there's been a bit of damage to our trainers so far today..." The instructor stated, a sly grin coming to his face. "Any and all permant damage suffered to your units will be tolled in penalties upon your return... So just remember that, when you decide to play rough out there..." Simmons, a highly annoyed glare on her face, snatched the clip board, frantically writing on it, before tossing it at Davion. Davion, just barely able to grab it in time, signed it himself as he glanced around. Like signing my life away... he though, as he handed the board back to the Instructor. "Good Luck..." the Instructor responded simply, as he walked away. Stepping up to his GM. He strapped his helmet to his head, as he stared into his unit for a moment, simply looking into the suits face, as he formulated his plan, for the next few moments. Simmon's, just as she was about to step into her unit, caught a glimpse of this, and stopped. Looking Jonathan over for a moment. A small smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, as she stepped into her suit. Shaking her head slightly. Davion followed, a few moments following. Stepping into his suit, Jonathan flopped down in his seat, reaching out, and flipped the ignition switch. The dull hum of the reactor, began to sound from behind the seat, and the display screens flashed the startup routine. Taking a good glance at the status indicators, as he went through the pre-flight. Suddenly, a com window opened on his left display. In the display, was Simmons. Her helmet on, obscuring her mouth and face, only a few stands of her golden blonde hair could be seen, though her crystal blue eyes stood out, as brilliant as ever. "I'm launching out..." She stated sharply. "Follow up when ever you are ready..." "Roger that..." Jonathan responded, in an almost, grumble. As he continued through his pre-flight, closing the window, as he winced his eyes. "I so look forward to it..." **** "Damn it, Davion! Get out of my line of fire! Stop stealing my kills!" The shout rang out over the com. A small rumbling shook through the cockpit, as a red alarm signal sounded. "They can can't all you yours..." Davion muttered back. "I've been tailing this one for the last ten minutes... and suddenly, now you decide to claim it!?" Davion grumbled slightly, as he reigned back on the control sticks. The GM Command, firing it forward Verniers, as its halted and thrusted back, as a stream of narrowly missing Machine Gun fire... Trailed past. Gritting his teeth, Eye's looking nervously out the side display, as the brightly illuminated rounds, streaked past, narrowly avoiding his suit. Jonathan braced himself in the cockpit, as it rumbled slightly with the near miss. "Simmons! Damn it! Watch your track, you almost pasted me with that one..." Davion stated, shaking his head slightly, a nervous glare in his eye's. "Urgh... Sorry..." The response came, as her GM continued to fire about wildly. "They're everywhere!" Targets, Dozens of them, began to close round the two suits, surrounding, and sending a hail of fire towards the pair. Though on the exterior, the "Targets" appeared to be nothing more then Computer Guided Targeting drones, loaded down with thrusters to the extreme. Firing simply electronic registration lasers at the two suits. However, to the cockpits of the GM's. They appeared to be real suits, firing real rounds. The Two GM's, were forced into a bottleneck. Suits swirling around them. Barely having enough time between evasions, to send a responding volley of fire. An alarm suddenly sounded in the cockpit. Davion, his eyes scanning to the damage control panel. The panel, lighting up across the right leg. He had taken a hit. Simmons was fairing no better, his arms gripped the control stick, as sweat ran down the sides of her face. Breathing heavily, she glanced to her damage control screen, having already taken two hits herself. "We're going to get eaten alive..." Jonathan muttered, his gaze crossing between the screens. "Well?" Simmons responded, a highly annoyed and frustrated tone. "Do you have any idea's no how to get out of this..." Davion, eye's crossing between the screens. As he gazed out into beyond, seeing that all the targets had closed in on them, leaving no point guards. "Lets break..." Davion responded, his eye's glancing over to Janette's Mobile suit. "I'll take the right... You take the left... Then we circle round counter-clockwise, firing to the inside..." "That's it?" Janette muttered, her eye's glancing to Davion's mobile suit. Confused expression on her face. "Yep..." Jonathan responded. "You in?" Janette, sighed, as she smiled slightly, underneath her exhaustion and shrugged. "Alright, lets give it a try... Its so stupid... It might actually work..." The two suits, keeping up their evasive maneuvers, till the enemy suits had pulled in as close as they possible could, indicating the next move, was to be melee attacks. But they weren't about to wait for that to happen. "Now!" With that, rifles blazing. The Two GM's darted out. Screaming right straight dead into the crowd of mobile suits around them. Both Davion and Simmons letting out a cry as they did. Five enemy units fell as is. The 90mm ammunition tearing through the computer drones like tinfoil. Then streaming out, the two suits began to circle. Jonathan to the right, Janette to the left. Firing to the inside as they did. Caught in the crossfire, the Drones began to drop like flies. First one or two, then five or six. More and more, being taken out with every moment. The blips vanishing from radar almost as fast as they fired. The Drones formation began to collapse, and soon, they turned tail, and fled. "Alright Davion!" Simmons shouted, a smile growing on her face... "Now come on! Lets break again..." "I'm with you Simmons..." Davion responded, a grin cracking at the corner of his face, as his eyes fixed in a menacing glare. With that, the two units flared their thrusters and boosted in again, heading towards each other at full speed. And, at the last moment, breaking their side Verniers, the units side stepped, passing each other back to back. Rifles drawn in opposite directions as they fired. The rounds, streaking out into the darkness. Lighting up the last few remaining stragglers, as they were consumed in their fiery end. Janette, raising the visor on her helmet, as she leaned back. Her breathing so heavy, she could barley speak. However, the wide smile on her face, was quite apparent. "I can't believe we made it..." She stated, leaning her head back and closing her eye's. "That was too intense..." Davion, leaning forward in his seat, as he opened his visor, rubbing the sweat from his brow, smiled as he watched the com like with Simmons. "That was some amazing flying there, Simmons..." Simmons, laughing slightly, smiled as her turned to the com. "You weren't too bad out there, yourself, Davion..." ***** Following the exercise, the two suits returned to the station. Both pilots exiting, and getting their debriefing. Before being dismissed for the day. Eighty Two percent. Not a bad score for two pilots freshly assigned to each other. In the locker rooms, Davion packed the last bit of his flight suit into his Duffle bag. Changed into his standard uniform. Watching around him, as the other cadets lamented in the failures, and complete disasters of the day. He smiled and shook his head. Still in near disbelief over the days events. What seemed like was about to be hell, turned into a blessing in disguise. No way would he have scored as well with any of his only Blue Team comrades. They would have just fumbled around like confused fish out there... But not Simmons, there was a grace, and beauty to her flying, it was almost magic. Davion smiled, as he zipped closed his bag. Flopping it over his shoulder as he made his way out. If only he could be that great some day... After walking out into the hallway, Davion was thrown back. Finding Simmons, leaning against the wall across the way. Upon seeing him, she smiled to him slightly, before turning away. "That was a good training session we had out there today..." She stated, as he continued to stare out down the hallway. "Yes, it was..." Davion responded, walking up to her, and leaning back against the hallway. "Hopefully the next one will be even better..." She blushed slightly as she looked down to the floor. "Look, If we are going to be flying together, this calling each other by our last names, isn't going to work..." She stated, as she looked up to him. "My names Janette..." She said, smiling. Davion returned the smile. "Mine's Jonathan... Though everyone calls me Johnny..." Janette let out a small laugh. "Johnny... I like that..." She responded, as she got up off the wall. "Well, see you tomorrow Jonathan..." She got up, giving Davion a small wave, as she started to walk away. Jonathan continued to lean back against the wall. Hands in his pockets, he knocked his head back against the wall. Looking up at the ceiling for a moment. Suddenly, feeling a surge of emotion, and courage. He sighed got up from the wall, and spoke up. "Janette!?" She stopped and turned around. "Look...Uh... I'm not really doing anything. Maybe you'd like to go get a drink? Or something?" Janette, pausing as she thought for a moment, a wide smile forming on her face, as she shrugged. "I'm right behind you Johnny..." |
| ] | |
![]() |
|
| <Insert Name Here> | Jun 30 2006, 05:33 PM Post #5 |
Nope
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Graduation Day... The Exams are finished. Final test complete. The Scores of final, those who made it, and those who did, are now final. With one days shore leave following the exams. Almost every pilot in the Training Division, pilled into Transports, descending back to Earth. Arriving back at the local training barracks in the California Base. Thousands of Cadets, Some now fully Ranked pilots in the Earth Union Space Forces. Others, now simply Earth Reservist Pilots. Gathered into the local bars and nightclubs of the surrounding communities. "Hey! Congratulations Bill, Johnny, Mayura! I hear you all made it through your finals." Axel shouted joyously. Razing his hands, a beer in one, a fist in the other. "We all made it into the Space forces!" "Yeah..." Bill muttered, a small grin forming on his face. "I just want to know how the in hell you managed to pass you finals... You slept with your instructor, did you..." He shouted sarcastically, holding out his finger at Axel. Gathered round the table, where four members of the 45th training group. Bill Anderson, Mayura Andras, and Jonathan Davion. All her dressed in casual attire. Bill, with a beige shirt over a red-T-shirt and jeans. Mayura in a pink tank top with a black skirt. And Davion, dressed with a simple blue T-shit and a pair of jeans. Wearing a black Jacket overtop. "I'll tell you, it wasn't easy with an Ox like Clarke..." Axel stated, raising his hands up. "But, with Mad Skillz like mine... You just can't compare..." Davion smiled slightly and shook his head, as he turned to the others in the group. "So, you choose your assignment yet? Or you get one assigned?" Bill spoke up first. "Yeah, I choose to join up with the 123rd attack wing of the 4th fleet... Pretty much the one of the few decent assignments available to me... I didn't make the top of the pack. How about the rest of you?" "Hey... I picked the same assignment!" Mayura said, smiling happily. "Maybe we should partner up!" "I picked the Defensive Squadrons on the Rolona Base..." Axel said, as he sat in his chair. "Yeah, one of the more slack assignments... No ones gonna attack their" He stated, leaning back with a small cocky grin on his face. "Nothing but beaches and babes for me..." Mayura, sneering at Axel slightly, then turned back to Davion. "So how about you Johnny?" She asked intently. "You and Simmons finished at the top of the class. You can pick any assignment in the fleet?" Davion kind of shrugged. "I haven't really made up my mind yet... Nothings really speaking to me yet..." "Dude!" Bill shouted up. "You should come and join the 33rd with us? The invisible blue team together again! No one could beat us!" "Yeah!" Mayura added. "That'd be a great idea..." "Hey!?" Axel interrupted, standing up as he raised his hands "What about me!? You can't just abandon me!?" "No one needs you..." Mayura responded sharply As a round of laugher irrupted from the group, across the room, a form started to approach them. A woman. Wearing a purple tube top, and a tight pair of black leather pants, that seemed to hug her figure perfectly. A pair of sunglasses on, and her placed up in her shoulder length blonde hair. She smiled as she saw who was seated at the table, as she made her way over. "Excuse me..." The a voice asked, as Jonathan turned around, to see Janette standing their. "Hey, Johnny... Could we talk?" The rest of the group started smirking, as Axel reached out his hand and grabbed Davion's shoulder, speaking quietly in his ear. "Consorting with the enemy are we? Did the She-Demon capture you heart as well?" Davion smacked Axel off, as a roar of laughter came up from him. "Yeah sure..." Davion stated, flashing an annoyed glare back at his group. "Let just walk over to the bar..." Leaving behind his smirking companions. Davion walked over to the bar with Janette, taking a seat beside her. "Congratulations on making the top of the class..." Davion said, as he turned to face her. She resting her elbows on the bar as she sat. "You did great..." She smiled and blushed slightly. "Thanks... I never could have made it that far without you. And Congratulations to you making second." "...Thanks..." Jonathan responded, a small hint of disappointment in his voice. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" She glanced away for a moment, as if struggling to find the words for what she was about to say. "Well, I see you didn't pick an assignment yet..." She started. "I'm joining up with the 9th Division... Starting my own squadron actually..." She stated, brushing her hair aside with her hand. "You and me... We did well together. We could read each other's mind, predict each others motions. We worked great together." "Yeah, I know..." Davion added. "Two months ago, I would have never believed it to be possible. But we did it..." Janette, sat up, looking Jonathan right in the eyes with her crystal blue gaze, smiling slightly as she spoke. "I was wondering. Maybe you'd like to partner up under me, as my second wing..." She asked. "Your the best pilot out their, and together, we could be the best... So what do you say?" Davion smiled, as he stood up from the bar. Looking away slightly, as he considered his answer, before turning back. "That'd be great." "Really?" Janette stated, as he stood up, a wide smile on her face as she jumped up. Seeming to be happily surprised by his response. "That's great!?" She leaned over a hugged Jonathan tightly. Jonathan, was thrown back by this, as he had an almost dumbfounded look of surprise on his face. "I know with you on my team, we are going to be at the top of the EUSF..." She stated as she stepped back, smiling happily. "I'll make sure you get the transfer orders first thing in the morning. So you can start right away. We've got a lot of work to go over, and a lot of training to do..." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, gazing into his eye's slightly as she winked. "Catch you later Johnny..." before she turned around, and walked away, heading out of the club. Jonathan, totally surprised. Turned and watched her leave. Not being able to help himself, but look her over, as she walked out the door. A small blush, even evident on his cold, scared face, as he was watching her leave. Finally, leaning back against the bar. He smiled, as he shook his head. "What have I gotten myself into..." Turning to the bar, his raised his hand to the bar tender. "I'll take a scotch... wait, you better make it a double..." |
| ] | |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
![]() ZetaBoards gives you all the tools to create a successful discussion community. Learn More · Sign-up for Free |
|
| « Previous Topic · Old Character Profiles · Next Topic » |








3:40 AM Jul 11