zero.sum | INTERMISSION 1
Nov 26, 2018 19:07:36 GMT -6
Post by fen on Nov 26, 2018 19:07:36 GMT -6
05/02/0386
The capture of the secret Martian factory base ‘Enceladus’ was a resounding- if not surprising success. The blow forced the Martian fleet operating around the airspace of Mozambique to retreat further south, giving the ESU the majority of the continent to operate safely. There were still Martian strongholds in the very south- but skirmishes were being kept at a minimum due to the large cities present.
After the operation, the two Loggerhead-class ships parted ways, with the Menaulion docking near the facility, and the Nias heading to South America temporarily. The Nias would eventually return to the facility after its task was complete in order to oversee the retrofitting of its AAs. Enceladus, as it happened, was more than well-equipped to handle delicate technical changes.
Of course, the Nias was not the only ship to receive retrofitting…
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.
“...and so, about 90% of the underground maintenance and factory areas have been repaired and are operational. Currently, all AAs between the Nias and Menaulion are being retrofitted according to-”
“Me!” Piped up Cinco, arm shooting towards the ceiling, with his neighbors (Admiral York and Captain Adamaris) giving him appropriate stinkeyes.
“...our resident AA expert. Until retrofittings are completed, you all will continue to be on shore leave. We are estimated to reach completion in precisely one month.”
With little else but a quick nod to the collected crew, the speaker- a CO from the Nias by the name of Emily Jackson, returned to the desk of collected COs and other important ship personnel. From left to right, it was Jack, Adamaris, Cinco, York, and Emily. The disgruntled motley collection of officers seemed a mix of tired and half-asleep. This would make sense, given that they were approaching a grand total of a day and a half spent wide awake. It didn’t help that this meeting with their pilots (who had the luxury of sleep) was the last thing on their agenda.
.
..
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Established just outside of Enceladus was Camp Delta, a temporary training ground for the various pilots stationed at the facility during its renovation. Composed of tents, command vehicles, and scraps of debris and wood, it was a hastily constructed haven for the pilots- who were more or less forced to commute daily to the facility from where the Menaulion was stationed.
Despite having shore leave, the facility frequently requested for pilots to turn up to test some of their changes. It didn’t help that they were also producing the first wave of ESU funded and completed AA designs, and they had been begged to test them even if it was only in sims. It wasn’t as if they were the only pilots, but they were certainly the only semi-famous ones.
Until today.
Today was reckoning day.
“Hoooooooowdy y’all! It’s just yer best buds! Ever!!”
Shouting in at 12:00 PM exactly, was none other than the ‘leader’ of the Nias Squad. That wasn’t their actual ‘squad name’ but it was pretty close.
Standing at the forefront was Corporal Pilot Samantha “Spittle” Geneve, a blonde, tanned, freckled woman that seemed like she could be the poster girl of ESU American heartland recruiting efforts. Her uniform was bundled up to show off some midriff in a decidedly anti-military-standards show.
To her right was pilot Kenneth “Dogtags” Mild, the second gun in the squad. If Samantha was supposed to be the poster girl, then he was the poster boy- a well-built heartlands guy with an honest appearance and short black hair. He placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder, wincing just ever so slightly at her loudness- “Let’s uh, take it down a notch instead, huh?”
Behind them were the remaining members-
Jenna “Smush” Fel, a short ponytailed auburn haired girl that had her arms perpetually crossed, a somewhat sly toothy grin pushing up from her mouth.
Yuki “Eight” Nakamura, a tall, almost regal lady with a soft expression and voluminous black hair kept contained in a braid that rested on her shoulder.
Rusty “Buffalo” Popia, a large man with a coffee complexion, massive guns (with torn sleeves) and wild amber hair kept contained in a deep green bandana. His wide grin seemed to support Samantha’s claim.
Standing behind the group, the first to really push forward and towards the Menaulion crowd was none other than...
Evangeline "Magpie" Lara Cruz, whose unevenly bobbed hair made her a target even among her group of knuckleheads as she shuffled in place to contain the bundle of nervous energy practically slamming to break free from her core. "Good morning there! It's a pleasure to some of you again, and a pleasure to meet the rest!" Normally, she would have given a polite and very brief bow, precise and calculated movement, but today her nerves were running the show as she gave a rather overzealous bow that practically split her in two. Her meeting with Kara last time around and the debriefing with Sean and Cain hadn't left her with a good first impression, as well as the fact she could practically feel Lana's burn a hole into her skull, most likely trying to understand this familiar unfamiliar. Orders were orders, of course, but the two hadn't quite resumed contact after their individual debriefing in an attempt to play it cool. At least, till now.
"Evangeline Lara Cruz, reporting! Let's raise some hell!"
There was a brief moment of silence in the crowd before a fast and heavy slap to the back from Sam tore up the quiet. “Bwahaha! That’s the spirit! Ol’ Eva here is gonna be joinin’ y’all, so you better give her a warm welcome!”
The capture of the secret Martian factory base ‘Enceladus’ was a resounding- if not surprising success. The blow forced the Martian fleet operating around the airspace of Mozambique to retreat further south, giving the ESU the majority of the continent to operate safely. There were still Martian strongholds in the very south- but skirmishes were being kept at a minimum due to the large cities present.
After the operation, the two Loggerhead-class ships parted ways, with the Menaulion docking near the facility, and the Nias heading to South America temporarily. The Nias would eventually return to the facility after its task was complete in order to oversee the retrofitting of its AAs. Enceladus, as it happened, was more than well-equipped to handle delicate technical changes.
Of course, the Nias was not the only ship to receive retrofitting…
…
..
.
“...and so, about 90% of the underground maintenance and factory areas have been repaired and are operational. Currently, all AAs between the Nias and Menaulion are being retrofitted according to-”
“Me!” Piped up Cinco, arm shooting towards the ceiling, with his neighbors (Admiral York and Captain Adamaris) giving him appropriate stinkeyes.
“...our resident AA expert. Until retrofittings are completed, you all will continue to be on shore leave. We are estimated to reach completion in precisely one month.”
With little else but a quick nod to the collected crew, the speaker- a CO from the Nias by the name of Emily Jackson, returned to the desk of collected COs and other important ship personnel. From left to right, it was Jack, Adamaris, Cinco, York, and Emily. The disgruntled motley collection of officers seemed a mix of tired and half-asleep. This would make sense, given that they were approaching a grand total of a day and a half spent wide awake. It didn’t help that this meeting with their pilots (who had the luxury of sleep) was the last thing on their agenda.
.
..
…
Established just outside of Enceladus was Camp Delta, a temporary training ground for the various pilots stationed at the facility during its renovation. Composed of tents, command vehicles, and scraps of debris and wood, it was a hastily constructed haven for the pilots- who were more or less forced to commute daily to the facility from where the Menaulion was stationed.
Despite having shore leave, the facility frequently requested for pilots to turn up to test some of their changes. It didn’t help that they were also producing the first wave of ESU funded and completed AA designs, and they had been begged to test them even if it was only in sims. It wasn’t as if they were the only pilots, but they were certainly the only semi-famous ones.
Until today.
Today was reckoning day.
“Hoooooooowdy y’all! It’s just yer best buds! Ever!!”
Shouting in at 12:00 PM exactly, was none other than the ‘leader’ of the Nias Squad. That wasn’t their actual ‘squad name’ but it was pretty close.
Standing at the forefront was Corporal Pilot Samantha “Spittle” Geneve, a blonde, tanned, freckled woman that seemed like she could be the poster girl of ESU American heartland recruiting efforts. Her uniform was bundled up to show off some midriff in a decidedly anti-military-standards show.
To her right was pilot Kenneth “Dogtags” Mild, the second gun in the squad. If Samantha was supposed to be the poster girl, then he was the poster boy- a well-built heartlands guy with an honest appearance and short black hair. He placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder, wincing just ever so slightly at her loudness- “Let’s uh, take it down a notch instead, huh?”
Behind them were the remaining members-
Jenna “Smush” Fel, a short ponytailed auburn haired girl that had her arms perpetually crossed, a somewhat sly toothy grin pushing up from her mouth.
Yuki “Eight” Nakamura, a tall, almost regal lady with a soft expression and voluminous black hair kept contained in a braid that rested on her shoulder.
Rusty “Buffalo” Popia, a large man with a coffee complexion, massive guns (with torn sleeves) and wild amber hair kept contained in a deep green bandana. His wide grin seemed to support Samantha’s claim.
Standing behind the group, the first to really push forward and towards the Menaulion crowd was none other than...
Evangeline "Magpie" Lara Cruz, whose unevenly bobbed hair made her a target even among her group of knuckleheads as she shuffled in place to contain the bundle of nervous energy practically slamming to break free from her core. "Good morning there! It's a pleasure to some of you again, and a pleasure to meet the rest!" Normally, she would have given a polite and very brief bow, precise and calculated movement, but today her nerves were running the show as she gave a rather overzealous bow that practically split her in two. Her meeting with Kara last time around and the debriefing with Sean and Cain hadn't left her with a good first impression, as well as the fact she could practically feel Lana's burn a hole into her skull, most likely trying to understand this familiar unfamiliar. Orders were orders, of course, but the two hadn't quite resumed contact after their individual debriefing in an attempt to play it cool. At least, till now.
"Evangeline Lara Cruz, reporting! Let's raise some hell!"
There was a brief moment of silence in the crowd before a fast and heavy slap to the back from Sam tore up the quiet. “Bwahaha! That’s the spirit! Ol’ Eva here is gonna be joinin’ y’all, so you better give her a warm welcome!”