Mythril Aces (Re)Union: Real Robot RP - Centauri Roleplay Thread

"This has nothing to do with me, Lady Lee," Valentine defended calmly, although he also looked like he was trying to stifle a laugh.

"Anyway, the mess is that way, Rick," he explained, pivoting and pointing the way, "I'll see you all there... after we obtain more appropriate attire for Mr. Haddad, here. There weren't any spare uniforms in the lockers, or anything? I suppose we'll have to go see the Quartermaster, then." He addressed those last bits to Reid, eyebrow arched.

Veiyhl couldn't help but grin as Riley dragged Rick and Reid out the door. She nodded, and replied with a curt "Yes ma'am" to her dulled reprimand and watched the two men get dragged out. She had needed that. Slapping Rick had simultaneously been a response to his presence in the women's locker room and a way to relieve the pent-up frustration she had built up. It worked brilliantly.

She turned to face Victoria and nodded. "Ah, yes. I'm sorry we didn't quite have time to get acquainted beforehand. I am indeed, Veiyhl Carlisle. And you are..." Veiyhl thought back to the files she had read up before the mission. If she remembered correctly, this one was Victoria... Cascade. The one Fergus was looking for. "You were Dame Cascade if I'm correct. It's a pleasure to be working with you." Veiyhl managed an honest smile. Victoria seemed nice enough.

Elaine had gotten about halfway to her quarters before remembering that Sir Mac Morna had wanted to talk to her, like the others. She briefly considered skipping it and catching up with him later, but realized this would be a nearly unforgivable act of disobedience, and didn't want to be punished for ignoring orders.

So, still fuming, she pushed through the other people in the station, and found herself standing in front of the Trio's door, her stomach twisting itself into knots. After a moment's hesitation, she reached out and knocked sharply on it, before stepping back, and standing at attention.

Victoria nodded to Dame Carlisle's correct guess, smiling back.

"Likewise I'm sure, though that was a hell of a first flight for our company," She began to change, now that people had stopped barging into the locker room. She reasoned Veihyl had already been spoken to by Fergus about the suicidal charge, it was probably just as well not to bring it up. Still, camaraderie was important, especially with the likelihood that the Hounds would be seeing more combat in the coming days.

"It was brave of you to distract the enemy from attacking the shield generators like that," Sometimes it was important to accentuate the positive.

Fergus made a quick change in his room, after having locked the door. He had taken to rather casual attire; a military blazer over a white shirt and dark trousers. It was half way through this that he heard a knock at the door, and rushed to finish the change.

He would see Elaine by the door, standing to attention. He shook his head somewhat to wake himself up.

"...Gottwald?" His pause was as much surprise as it was trying to recall her lastname; He mostly remembered her as Sunset or Elaine.

After a moment's pause, he gestured her in, "You wanted to talk with me?"

"I, um, no sir. You wanted to talk to me." She paused for a moment, uncertain thanks to Fergus' pause, and added, "...I think."

She relaxed slightly when she was gestured in, walking into Fergus office rather tensely. She was still on edge, but was trying to pass that off as ceremony. Once inside, she stood stiffly, waiting for Fergus to sit.

"Ah," Fergus offering her a seat, "I wasn't expecting you so early."

"I only wanted to discuss our first outing with everyone," He moved towards his own desk, "You did well."

He drew out a bottle of labeled "Drúċt Ṫulaċ Ṁór. 12 Bliain" and two Rocks glasses.

He waited for her to take a seat before continuing.

edited 30th Jun '14 4:38:50 PM by Fauxlosophe

"Thank you sir," she responded, taking a seat. "I wouldn't have been half as effective without your orders." It wasn't just modesty, she knew that she needed a constant stream of orders to be effective in her role, and had the sneaking suspicion that she was one of the most expendable people in the company.

She took a deep breath, and seemed to loosen noticeably once seated, watching Fergus closely.

"You did well," Fergus replied, "You shot well and heeded my orders, which is more than can be said for some. But you do know; loyalty isn't determined in volume and your value isn't weighed in bodies."

He thought for a moment, "You're welcome to a drink if you'd like."

edited 30th Jun '14 5:45:25 PM by Fauxlosophe

"Yes, sir. Of course," she answered after a moment, trying to work out exactly what he was saying. "And I'm afraid I'll have to decline the drink. Sir."

She thought for a few seconds, and then started fidgeting slightly. "Sir Mac Morna, I was just speaking with some of the others, and..." She sighed, "And I am afraid their commitment may be lacking. Mari- Err, Dame Black field in particular seemed worryingly sympathetic of the enemy."

She realized that she sounded like a psychopath, and tried to clarify, "In the sense that she seemed opposed to fighting at all, sir. I am worried about having someone so unsure near me in combat."

"Dame Blackfield?" Fergus said with a moment's thought, putting the drinks away, "I believe that your woman is in the ranks of Dame Lee."

As the previous drinks weighed down on him, he developed the hints of a rather distinctive accent. It was distinctively a Dowanegael accent rather than Tynes-Gàidhlig or one of the Edenic Dialects. Still, he concealled it well enough that it would be difficult to figure out a region [though one could eliminate some regions such as Tír hAubhainn] and he spoke in a distinctly educated tone, perhaps more sophisticated than his usually tone.

He paused again as if to confirm that a Blackfield had not been added at the last moment to his Company. Once statisfied that he was correct, he responded in such as way as if he hoped to savour the words, "It is not a worry then of mine or yours."

A smile as he closed the door on his drink, "I may just speak with Dame Lee though, if your are so deeply troubled."

"However, few of us wanted this war. Myself, I had hoped for a calmer deployment. I recall that a couple weeks ago during our first introduction, you were rather eager for battle yourself. To such an extent that Cascade and Leon were worried for you."

Almost intinctively, he reached for the glass which he had just put away, only to grab at air.

"It might do you better to relax slightly," Fergus said, "You've done well already. If you were not to be trying to prove yourself around every corner and speaking so eagerly, I think that Dame Blackfield would perhaps have had less to say than she did. Confidence and knowing when to speak at length, and when to keep curt or silent, would serve you well; I for one would see to it."

edited 30th Jun '14 8:57:23 PM by Fauxlosophe

Veiyhl tried to smile at the compliment. Failing that, she covered up her face as she pulled off her shirt to change. "Thanks. But I know I was being a bit reckless. Guess that just means I'll have to do better next time." She pulled herself out of her clothes quickly. She had always been a quick changer. "The Major chewed me out about it. Guess I deserved it. Oh, and he said he wanted to see you when you had time. I hope he can wait until after dinner because I'm starving."

Veiyhl threw on the standard military garb she had been assigned. "And I have to go about getting a new frame. You have any recommendations on one?"

Victoria blanched wondering what Fergus wanted to talk to her about, reviewing her actions during and after the attack. He hadn't seemed keen on her preoccupation with the fate of the station, but she was sure it hadn't affected her performance in combat. She pushed the worried thoughts from her mind, focusing instead on Veiyhl's question.

"I'm most familiar with Clarents myself, the Dyrnwyn's support role is new to me," she admitted. "Mac Morna favours a defensive strategy as you've likely noticed, if you were to get a new Spitfire you'll spend a lot of time waiting for our opponents to get close before striking. You may want to consider a Stalker, with one of those you could get in behind enemy lines while undetected, or charge in first and then activate the cloak to escape without drawing too much fire," She paused, considering her own advice. "Fergus might still want you to stick with him behind the drones even then, I feel I could have been much more effective myself if I'd chosen a longer range weapon."

Riley toyed with the image of Reid wearing a Valentine style cape and suppressed a snicker. "Alright." she said. "Sir Reid, follow Lord Valentine to find something appropriate to wear. We'll meet you in the mess."

Turning to the primary Gun of Guns n' Roses, Riley asked Rick, "Did you see where Maria went?"

"I swear I didn't see her!" Rick automatically replied to Riley. "I didn't see anything! It was an accident!" He brought his hands up to his face to try blocking any slaps.

Riley rolled her eyes. "Jesus, stop making me look like an abusive superior or I really will hit you again."

Taking out her comm, Riley looked up Maria's profile and found the other woman's number. "I shall just message her. Meet... team... in... mess." She said out loud as she typed. "Food waiting. Aaaand send. Okay, what is for dinner now?"

The same thing we have on every ship. Was her own mental reply. Rick's answer was probably better than listening to her own talking though.

"Oh, the menu?" Rick asked. He visually relaxed and dropped his arms, putting his hands in his jacket. Smooth.

"Probably the same slop as always," he said. "But if you drank enough earlier, I bet it'll taste better than ever."

"No amount of alcohol can make the stuff they serve taste better." Riley said will walking to towards the mess. "I once heard that the war started because we gave the Federation some of our ship food and they thought it was a biological weapon."

Elaine opened her mouth to defend herself, but quickly thought better of it, and remained silent as Fergus spoke. As much as she hated to admit it, he had a point. She had been a little overeager, and needed to be more restrained around the others.

She did not, however, agree with his views on the war, and realized that she would probably be better off keeping her outbursts to herself, if only to keep the peace with the others.

"Thank you for the advice, sir," she said after a moment. "I suppose I was... Overzealous in deal- in my conversation with Dame Blackfield. I will try to be more careful in the future."

She fell silent again, watching the commander closely.

"Would explain things," Rick said, following along. "Bioweapons are bad PR when they show up on the news, and disposing of them in a river or launching them into a sun when they expire is too noticable. Cafeteria lets them use human stomachs to break down the compounds."

"The sad thing is it implies the Federation had better tasting food that we did." Riley said a they rounded a corner. "For all the hype about the quality of glorious Centauri we sure dropped the ball when it came to cuisine."

There was an elevator up ahead. Going up, they would arrive at the mess, where others were already eating.

"You are a promising Knight," Fergus said with a slight smile, "You do not need to prove yourself nor your loyalty off the field."

"Unless there are further concerns," He concluded, "That is all I wanted to say to you."

"Of course everybody's got better food," Rick said. "That's how they filter out the weak. If we can survive Mystery Meat, Mexican Monday, and Farm Friday without meeting the reaper, then we can survive fighting the Feds to hell and back."

Maria had climbed back into the cockpit of Aerides. It was comfortable there, that and the fact that she had left her comic in there compelled her to stay. I was almost like Aerides itself was trying to make her forget about that psycho. Reality came crashing back as she got a message from her superior. Luckily it wasn't anything important, just telling her to come to dinner. She responded with a quickj "Yes sir." Food was kind of important, so she climbed back down and headed in the direction of the mess hall.

edited 1st Jul '14 3:32:47 PM by Azure

"If you really think they'll have something in my size on hand, lead the way." Reid said to Valentine.

As they made their way to the Quartermaster's, Reid spoke up again. "Tell me, sir, how does Dame Lee feel about frame customization?"

edited 2nd Jul '14 12:03:27 PM by EponymousKid