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

Angus snatched the drink pack out of the air and, hearing his CO's admonishment of the other lieutenant, stuffed it inside his flightsuit. He squeezed another set of patches, disengaging the far end of the cable, and speeding up the rewind. He was almost to the wall by the time it finished and the cable anchor snapped back into place in the firing slot, so he waited the moment it took to complete the journey and then launched himself toward the assembled pilots. On the way, he turned the music volume in his ear back down to a murmur, lest the commander notice it.

"Sorry for the commotion, sir," he said, snapping a quick salute at Arath, then grabbed Becky by the shoulder.

"C'mon, let's get scarce," he hissed, and kicked off toward their side-by-side frames, hopefully with her in tow.

Upon being released, Becky drifted over to her commanding officer, snagging one of the blonde man's sweet rolls on the way. She shoved the entire thing into her mouth before Arath would be able to say anything.

"Refbecca Quinn reporfting fur duty shur," she saluted smartly, crumbs drifting away from her mouth with every syllable.

She then found herself being dragged away by Angus, which was fine too.

"Byeeeee!" She waved cheerfully.

edited 13th May '14 11:35:59 PM by Satinel

"You keep telling me that Crim, but until I see it enforced I'll keep laughing!" Calvin called back to Arath, grinning. "Heck, paint another five kill markers on your Frame so you can tie me and I might even listen anyway!"

Chuckling, Calvin sped away after Isra toward the Frame racks, devouring another roll on the way. "Anybody else want one?" He asked, holding up one of his remaining four. He wiggled it back and forth enticingly. "The amount of preservatives and artificial sweetener means they might as well have caffeine in them!" He continued, as if this was a good thing. "Gotta be wide awake and alert for our daring raid on the dust particles rapidly closing on the station." He munched on a different roll, continuing towards the massive beige behemoth that was his baby.

"Look," Isra said, "I don't usually care enough to fight about this normally, Calvin. However, the lack of gravity is going to make clean up hell. If you want one, go back out and have a snack where the crumbs will fall to the ground or eat it inside your frame where you will have to handle the maintence. And take an extra if you're hungry, not six. "

"The sweet rolls are a hot commodity, I learned a long time ago that you gotta jump on them fast before the rest of the sharks do, and then defend your rolls to the death." He tossed one to Isra regardless of her lack of asking. "In the Cossacks they used vodka in the cream and believe me it was a tooth and nail struggle to grab any." He holds one up to his nose and sniffs deeply.

"And besides, I only really try to eat them in here when I know Crim's around since his panties are in a seemingly permanent twist." He shifted the rolls so that they were cradled in one arm. "They're better enjoyed in the comfort of the pilot's seat." He stops at his Frame and pats it affectionately. "And I wouldn't risk spilling any of that milk or anything inside, like those crazy bastards who eat cereal in the seat. My baby can handle a bit of wear'n'tear, a few crumbs here and there, but milk inside of her? Hell no."

Michael Arath stared with disgust as Calvin skipped away. Such lack of discipline would be the doom of them all. Disregard for the rules was one thing but once out in the heat of battle, a loose cannon was the last thing they needed. Arath would have already filed a court-martial for insubordination among many things were it not for Commander binte Junayd's support of the pilot.

Quinn was the other problem. Though she did not suffer from the lack of respect that Summers was so prone to, she was still undisciplined. At the young age of 19, and what seemed like a mental age of 12, she was too immature to be a wielder of a Frame. Yes she was an excellent pilot, but physical ability and mental stability were two different things.

Michael Arath wasn't sure who was worse but as somewhat of a saving grace, only one of them was assigned to his squad.

Looking sternly as M'bala dragged Quinn off, Michael gave a sigh when they were out of earshot. He hoped that this first assignment back would not be as disastrous as his last.

"Right," Isra said scruntinizing Calvin, "It's just yours was far more than your share. Next time leave some for everyone else, or I'll do worse than Arath, understood?"

She tossed the roll then to one of the more exasperated looking engineers, "A small apology for the behavior of our pilots."

She looked over at the frames, "For now though, let's take count of the frames. It looks like the engineers have managed their jobs, but look over yours and give back any concerns in case there was some damage during shipment."

edited 14th May '14 11:04:13 AM by Fauxlosophe

Calvin grunted something that sounded vaguely like assent and pushed lightly on the wall, propelling him through the air to the bulky exterior of his Frame, where he grabbed a ladder rung and pulled himself up with his free arm.

"My baby's still looking as beautiful as the first day I saw her." Calvin called back to Isra, patting his Frame's massive beige shoulder lovingly. "I think they might've scratched it up a bit in transit but my girl's been through worse."

"Looks like an older design," Isra said, "It will be interesting to see how it compares to Pilot Smith's. Though the Krag has been a constant and the general Cobalt design remains similar. Is it some kind of Midgard variant? It doesn't look like something the Cossacks would issue."

She thought for a minute, "We have a relatively heavy lay out, so we're going to want to be wise and fight defensively; retreating will be difficult. You're not going to do anything reckless out in the field are you?"

edited 14th May '14 12:21:25 PM by Fauxlosophe

Felix took Commander Arath's-admittedly rather justified-lecturing as it was, and snapped off another salute with a familiar, "Yes Sir! Sorry, Sir!" before turning to (officially) check up on the Dawn.

He wondered if he was going senile already, or if it was just the stress getting to him.

Reaching his frame, Felix idly inspected it-as if he hadn't already checked it over twice a few hours ago-and confirmed that nothing had bumped it hard enough to leave a mark. That done, he allowed himself a yawn and waited for his Commander to reach him.

"You gotta be more careful with the new commander," Angus said as he and Becky drifted toward their frames. "From everything I hear, he's got a raging hard on for discipline. You don't jump the regulation height when he says 'jump,' and he'll have you scrubbing the docking berths with your tongue."

He gave Becky a gentle push in the direction of her frame as they neared, and activated the magtreads in his boots before the opposite momentum sent him reeling off in the opposite direction. His magnetized feet clanked onto the metal floor for a moment before he cut the field and pushed off again toward his own cockpit.

"Don't worry, don't worry," Becky waved her hand dismissively. "He wouldn't know what to do with himself if he didn't have someone to yell at. You can't believe everything you hear about a guy like that, I bet his bark is worse than his bite."

Using the extra momentum Angus had given her, she floated over to her Quicksilver and tucked herself neatly into the cockpit.

"She's a first generation Cobalt." Calvin said proudly. "One of the first couple of dozen to see service. Got assigned to her on Midgard before the fighting broke out and never let her go." He leaned against the hanging arm of the Frame. "Back then we didn't have fancy shielding like we got now. I had to pay the mechanics my weight in booze so that they would agree to bring my baby up to par. I got drafted into the Cossacks after the fighting on Midgard, that's why it doesn't seem to fit in with their uh... style, I suppose. Heck a lot of them still used Cent frames when they can."

He listened to her tactical assessment and grinned. "Don't worry about me boss lady, I know the ropes." He rapped a knuckle on the Cobalt's massive chest plate and its multitude of kill markers. "Sit as far back as possible and shoot everything that moves, you don't have to tell me twice." He ran another hand through his bedwraggled hair. "You might notice I tend to..." He hesitated. "Use the open comm lines in... creative ways. I might scream and holler but I'll do my job right. Some of my old squad used to mute me over the open channels." He winced a bit. "Up to you."

"I'll keep that in mind," Isra smirked imagining a means of muting him even off the comm-lines, "You are a bit more of a veteran than Smith. I expect, at least initially, you to have the advantage. Just don't get carried away: I need to make sure that everyone is supporting eachother, keep pace and do well. If you try to act independantly because you are finding operations and teamwork are slow going, I can't guarentee your safety."

"Understood?" She said with a chipper but slightly menacing smile.

From the moment the pilots were roused from their slumber, Lydia immediately went into top gear. She practically jumped out of bed, got dressed in a hurry and flew through Yaksha Station like an arrow, cheerfully greeting everyone she met. Upon reaching the mess hall, she had no need for coffee and instead opted for a quick breakfast. Then she was off again, whistling a happy tune as she entered the Hangar.

"Good morning, Einherjar!"

She made a beeline for her shining white Cobalt, gently caressing the red kill-marks on the shoulders before starting the maintenance procedures.

Calvin raised an eyebrow. "I didn't survive this long entirely off of luck." He replied, in a mockingly offended tone. "I haven't served with kiddies like we got since... well since I was one of the kiddies." He gave a snort of amusement. "But you don't gotta worry about me boss lady, I'm not one to break ranks in a fight."

"Good," Isra gave a slightly more genuine smile. This Patrol might just not end in fire and tears.

She turned to Lydia, "Lieutenant Smith, this is Summers. He served in under the White Cossacks in the three years war. Both of you will be piloting Cobalts and filling a similar role in the Squad. I will speak in more detail, but I believe Novak is awaiting inspection."

With that, she kicked off the ground and moved towards the Quicksilver pilot.

"Lieutenant Novak," Isra said, "Any concerns? Everything appear to be in solid condition? Do you know your role on the Squad?"

"To be honest, I'm surprised she's in such good condition; hell, I'm surprised the Federation didn't junk her considering it's been about five years, now. They even resprayed the memorial emblems!" Felix realized he'd started rambling and cut himself short with, "No Commander, the Dawn is ready to be deployed at any moment."

For a moment, he was reminded of being in the opposite part of an identical conversation years back, but forced himself back on track, "As to my role in the squad, as a Quicksilver pilot, my primary focus is combating heavier enemy frames at high-speed and-considering my frame's loadout-very close range."

edited 14th May '14 6:33:16 PM by Zautse

Isra nodded but her smile dampenened and her expression became a little more serious.

"Five years isn't too much, Summers had his in the last war or close enough to it," She said, "However, your role on this Squad may be different from conventional roles; Our squad in general has a tendancy towards very heavy frames. The exception being the two Quicksilvers available to us and one Shark. As such, you're going to have to fight a little more defensively and move to counter interceptors and light frames while the Cobalts on suppressive fire and maintaining a clear front. So keep close and fight defensively; we are not a fast assault group who can keep up. Understood?"

— Christine Hepner —

Christine entered the hanger, overhearing several conversations in the hallways about the artificial gravity being down. Personally, she thought that gravity in the hanger was more trouble than it's worth anyway; it made it was much easier to work with large machines when you don't have to worry about falling and breaking your neck. She kicked off the ground towards her Frame, using slight motions of her legs regulate angular momentum and minimize usage of her suits maneuvering agents.

"Commander Junayd," Christine saluted and greeted her commanding officer as she drifted by at roughly a 45 degree angle towards the cockpit of her machine.

"Of course, Commander, I'll deal with anything that gets too close."

Felix glanced back up at his frame, Calvin may have had his frame for a long time, but I wonder if he were discharged in all but name whether the Federation would keep his frame maintained so well after five years, even up to personal markings...

As the pilot he recognized as 2nd. Lieutenant Christine floated by, he gave a quick salute.

"2nd Lieutenant Hepner," Isra saluted, "I am currently discussing tactics with Lieutenant Novak. The two of you are to fill similar roles in the flight."

— Christine Hepner —

"Should we prioritize intercept or strike duties?" Christine asked in reply, grabbing on to one of her Frames verniers to slow herself down.

"Interception," Isra nodded with a smile, "Striking might be required at some points, but the Cobalts are rather heavy hitters and we want to make sure they hold up against Cent counter-measures."

Calvin raised his eyebrows at the sight of the curvy blonde, then again as he spotted the short red head who sailed towards her frame.

Huh, guess this was a better posting than I thought it was. He contemplated, surprised. The Federation is just stationing beautiful women on rocks in the middle of space now. And they're stationing me there with them. He grinned ruefully to himself.

He gave Lydia a friendly wave as the boss lady (the redhead called her Junayd he was reasonably certain). He glanced at her newer Cobalt and gave a snort of laughter at something, before turning back to her.

"Hey Smith!" He called (that's what the boss lady called her). He jerked a thumb at her Frame. "What's with the big stick?" He asked playfully, referring to her massive blade. "Gonna chop an asteroid in half or something?"

He chuckled and turned to wave at the redhead as well. "Hey there, uh... you..." He mumbled something to make it seem like he had just dropped his volume.

Damn I should really learn all their names. He thought to himself.