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

"I had wanted to talk to you so soon for the reason that I'd like name you as my second," Fergus said, "It had occurred to me a few times over the week that you're the only one in the Company properly suited to serve in this capacity."

edited 6th Jul '14 1:25:33 PM by Fauxlosophe

"He's definitely," she paused for a moment, "well, he's definitely fair. He seems tired, but patient. I don't think he really likes his job, though. Or this war." She opens her mouth to comment on that, but decides to keep her thoughts to herself.

"You were, um, impressive, Dame Carlisle," she continued after a moment. "I don't think anyone can fault you for wanting to get up close and personal with the Feds, really."

edited 6th Jul '14 1:28:45 PM by RenaTheArchmage

"Yes, a Dyrnwyn." Reid said as he followed along. He wasn't looking forward to hanging around the mess hall with the others but if he was expected there he wouldn't raise a complaint. "I'm not really looking to add, just to... alter. Functional changes involving the software, controls, and general interface, to make piloting smoother and more intuitive. I mean, I don't hate the experience as it is now, I'm just pretty sure I could make it better."

He paused. The tactile sensation of Reid's slightly oversized coat hanging off his body was driving him mad. Reid's senses weren't acute so much as, well, sensitive to certain stimuli - it's why he hardly wears a shirt when he's in his quarters.

Reid didn't really know what to make of Valentine. His diagnosis meant he had a lot of difficulty reading people in general, but if there's one facet of the human experience he doesn't understand, it's conviviality. He was beginning to suspect that others felt joy in a markedly different way than he did. He banished these thoughts from his mind and continued his conversation just as they arrived at the mess hall.

"All of my formal petitions at my previous assignment were denied. That's why I was wondering, maybe Dame Lee will be more open to the idea. I'll be sure to file a request or maybe say something to her in person."

edited 6th Jul '14 1:44:57 PM by EponymousKid

Maria came into the mess hall and got her food, she was still in her pilot suit. What they were serving was at least better than what she had to eat back the foundation. She was going to sit by some of the others when she noticed that Elaine was already parked there, and decided she'd be better off eating at a table by herself.

Movement caught Mira's eye, and she glanced over in time to do a very understated double-take, wordlessly gazing out of the corner of her eye for approximately two seconds before turning back to her food.

"Who's that?" Mira asked, addressing her new table-group as a whole, and indicating Orchid with a small nod of her head.

After changing into his regular uniform, Robert went off to confirm that his belongings had been transferred to the ship beforehand. After that, Robert made his way to the mess hall.

As he entered, he observed the various groups his co-pilots had arranged themselves into. Spotting Maria sitting alone at one table, Robert approached her. "Hey, Blackfield," he said "You saving a spot for your company?"

"Hey Riley, I found Orchid, you were asking about her earlier," Rick said as he got his grub from the mess with the Atlantican. He pointed over at her. "There she is."

He went over to where Maria and Robert were, and sat down. "Some day, huh?" he asked. "Fancy party and a terrorist attack, all rolled into one night."

Maria looked up at Robert when he asked his question, and answered him rather meekly. "...No. I'm not." She looked back down at her food, and moved it around some. She wasn't particularly hungry, and only came here because her superior asked it of her. If it were up to her she'd still be in Aerides' cockpit, reading comics.

When Rick sat down Maria was a little bit surprised, though she reminded herself that he was in her company, it wouldn't be too outlandish for him to want to sit by her. Though it seemed like she was starting to attract a crowd, again. Maria wasn't particularly charismatic which lead her to wonder how this happened. Ricks statement broke her out of her musing however. “Yes...it was.” what came to the forefront of her mind was her slow actions causing the lose of Generator D. The memory still stung.

Victoria opened her mouth to protest, she wasn't even the highest ranked of the Knights under Mac Morna's command. Still, it was Fergus' call to make and she did feel capable.

"It would be my honour sir," she replied, thankful her voice didn't waver.

"Dame Blackfield," Elaine said coldly, wrinkling her nose slightly. She snorted, and suddenly took a great interest in her food, pushing Nutritious Portions around with her fork for a few seconds before adding, "Seems to be rather unhappy to be here, if you ask me." Then, under her breath, "I don't know why she doesn't just get it over with, and defect to the enemy. She seems to care more for the Feds than her fellow knights," she began violently stabbing her food with her fork, "who are supposed to be her friends, and whom she's supposed to support, rather than acting like some jumped-up preacher."

edited 9th Jul '14 1:51:54 AM by RenaTheArchmage

Fergus offered a slim smile, but perhaps the most sincere Victoria had seen from him. It was largely relief, with a sense of hopefulness that one didn't often see from Fergus.

"I am glad to have gotten all of this settled, especially as it seemed to have been worrying you," He said, "Maybe now we should rejoin the others?"

edited 9th Jul '14 12:25:35 AM by Fauxlosophe

Veiyhl didn't reply to Elaine's comment, though she appreciated it. The less said about the fiasco the last mission was, the better. Instead, she continued munching away at the mulch on her tray.

"Dame Blackfield, huh?" Elaine's violent stabbing of the food seemed to represent an action akin to tearing apart a voodoo doll so Veiyhl chipped in before things got too messy. "Maybe she has some friends on the other side. I know people who've gotten people they know joining opposite sides. It's not all black and white for everyone."

edited 9th Jul '14 4:11:54 AM by Azuare

"Blackfield," she murmured, committing it to memory. There was something about her that Mira couldn't quite put her finger on. She made a mental note to speak to her later.

"You hate the Federation." It wasn't so much a question as a statement of a conclusion she'd arrived at.

Robert gave Maria an understanding nod. It seemed to Robert that Maria always enjoyed her privacy and there was no reason he should deny her that. "I see." he said "Well then I'll just-"

"Some day, huh?"

Robert frowned slightly as Richard nabbed a seat without warning. Ach, damn it Gunderson. he thought, knowing basic table manners forbade him to shoo the fifth and his commanding officer away. Robert gave Maria a helpless look and shrugged before taking a seat himself. Sorry lass.

"I'll say." Robert replied to the conversation. "I hope command's got an idea what happened there, cause I sure bloody don't." Robert paused a moment, taking stock of the heavy mood weighing over his company. "But let's not beat ourselves up, yeah? We didn't get our asses kicked so much as we just got sucker-punched out of nowhere. That generator will be working again within a week at most."

Reid grabbed a tray and inspected what the mess hall had to offer. After a heated discussion with a server about his allergies, "what else is there?", and where he can find something that "doesn't smell like hot garbage" he concluded that, today at least, he would have to go hungry. He'd been through this before at his last assignment — he'll probably end up paying for his own food and preparing it himself in his quarters like he did then.

This wasn't the worst thing that could have happened. Empty tray in hand, he saw Richard and Robert over by that other one he hadn't really spoken to and figured he might as well make this a company gathering.

He might have mumbled something that sounded like "how's it going" as he sat down next to Maria. After a few moments of silence he spoke up again. "There's nothing I can eat and I've lost all my personal belongings." He didn't address this to anyone in particular, and in fact was looking directly past Richard, at the wall behind him, as he said it.

edited 10th Jul '14 6:43:30 AM by EponymousKid

"Laaaaaaaaaaaaaadies!" Valentine cut in abruptly as he slipped into a seat next to Veiyhl, "How are you three on this fine evening?" Not carrying any food himself, he simply laid one arm on the table and used the other to prop up his beaming face as he looked toward the trio. "It is evening, right? I'm starting to forget already."

edited 10th Jul '14 3:36:05 PM by darksidevoid

"Certainly," Victoria lifted her tray, turning toward the sound of Elaine and Veiyhl's voices, seeing them sitting with another, unfamiliar woman. She moved over to their table and set her food down with a nod of her head, politely waiting for them to respond before sitting.

"Er, hello." Veiyhl knew this man's face. He was familiar, but she didn't know his name. She had probably forgotten after reading up on his profile or something. "We happen to be doing just fine today, thank you." She didn't like his tone but it would be disrespectful to not let him at least make a fool of himself before chasing him away.

Veiyhl then noticed Victoria. "Oh, Dame Cascade, take a seat. Enjoy your talk with the Major?"

"Ah, Cascade!" Valentine perked up at the mention of a familiar face. "Congratulations on your promotion! If I still had a drink, I would propose a toast in your honor. Alas, perhaps fate has ordained that it not be so. So, how do you feel?"

"Damn it," Rick said to Reid. "What happened? Did that lunchlady give you shit? I'll talk to her next time, if you're going hungry that's going to affect you in the field. Here, have half of mine for now."

He slid his tray towards Reid.

Mira glanced at the rather flamboyant addition to the group. Inwardly, she had to hope that wasn't the trio, otherwise she'd be requesting a transfer ASAP.

Silently, she continued eating.

Riley took a bit longer selecting her food. Not because it was a large selection, though it was an impressive display of produce for a ship of this class, but because Riley had always been a picky eater, a trait neither social grooming nor her time in the military had seemed to cure. She ruled out the green beans and peas, avoided sniffing what she suspected was fake fish, and leaned in close to whatever that mushy stuff was supposed to be to make sure it was free of peppers.

Rick was already at the table by the time Riley finished loading up her tray. She hurried on over when she noticed the rest of the company had already gathered there as well. Then she noticed someone missing besides herself and frowned until she heard Lord Valentine's voice from a table in the opposite direction. The frown became a small, bemused grin and Riley dismissed the Third Knight from her mind with a shake of the head before arriving at her table.

"Ladies, gentlemen." she said in greetings before setting her tray down on the side of the table opposite of Maria. "I trust you are enjoying the spoils of victory?"

Victory was what she was going to call it. They succeeded in repelling the attack, sustained minimal casualties, and still had the space station. A victory enough was still a victory.

Riley saw Rick sliding his food towards Reid. Reid's allergies had been mentioned in his dossier, but time had not permitted Riley to look over that part aside from a brief glance before the fight took place. "He is right, Sir Reid." she said while picking out the disgusting steamed carrots from her rice. "We cannot afford to have you sortie on an empty stomach."

"I'm afraid I've already filled up on the spoils of aristocracy." Robert replied to Riley's greeting, referring to party buffet from which he had eaten liberally. "Though I'm glad you see it as a victory too. Anyway, you say you've lost your belongings Haddad?" Robert gave a look of sympathy to Reid, though he wasn't sure if he saw it. "I'm sorry mate; it wasn't anything important was it?"

Victoria nodded her thanks to Veiyhl as she sat, then turned to Duke Goldschmidt with a quizzical expression.

"More surprised than you," she answered the Trio's question honestly. "I'd expected a condemnation as likely as a commendation." Poking her food, she looked back to make sure that Fergus was in fact following to join her and the others at the table.

Fergus finished the last of his meal, setting it down on the first abandoned table he could find. He'd not been far behind Victoria but after they had greeted her and mentioned him, he felt it was more tactful [or at least easier] to remain behind and slightly out of view. Though a keen eye might have seen him standing not far from the crowd.

At last, he sighed and came forward from the crowd.

"A keen ear, my Duke," He said, the drink in him made it difficult to conceal some annoyance which came out in his tone, "Cascade's has been one of the longest with us and her skill showed in the last scuffle. I had thought of Mikhailova and Leon for the spot as well, though I hold to my choice."

edited 12th Jul '14 11:07:58 PM by Fauxlosophe