As he followed Lucy down the hall, Nikolai saw a dark haired man approaching, whom Lucy seemed to recognize. He followed her as she went to speak with the man. Nikolai, who had been trying to memorize the layout of the base to prevent himself from getting lost again, was brought to attention at the mention of Prussia company nearby.
"Is that so?!" He said "Well then, I shall leave you to your business with this man." Nikolai gave a bow to her "I am most grateful for your guidance miss Rault, and I wish you fortune and glory in the coming battle." With that, Lucy proceeded to drag the man off and Nikolai turned to his new company members.
Before him stood two people. To his left seemed to be a man with with a very dark hair colour and piercing green eyes, who looked particularily irritated at the moment. To his right, a tall blond man with red eyes and a laid back air about him who was rubbing his temple for some reason.
"Good day to you gentlemen." he greeted them in a friendly manner. "As Miss Rault stated, I have recently been assigned as your new battallion member. My name is Nikolai Zolnerowich, call sign, Steel Orchestra. It is a pleasure to meet you both."
If these two are from Prussia company, he thought then that would mean these two would be the ones who will accompany me to battle.
Let's hope I got the more trustworthy battallion members here.
edited 20th Jan '12 11:14:49 PM by SonofMelonHead
"And then the dead man of the dead did dead things to all the dead people."-Two Best Friends Play Dark Souls"He has every right to know Charlie," Lucy shook her head following Charlot, "You're putting him in danger keeping-"
"I'll pass on word then," Charlot shook his head before turning to the new arrival, quickly he pulled out a list, "Sir Damian Van Villas is it? I can't find you on the list, are you certain you weren't assigned to the 3rd?"
Charlot sighed, "It would hardly be surprising if the incompetents in command sent you the wrong letter of of the assignment. I would recommend heading to the meeting down the hall where the 3rd is being divided. 5th door to your left, it looks like people are still arriving. See if you are on their roll call, otherwise it's an error on the name server and I haven't received notification of your arrival yet."
Charlot shook his head, "The whole thing is a bloody mess."
Meanwhile
"It'll only be a week in the cast. It'll be a bit sensitive for a month though. I was amazed how quick the doctors worked but I was fighting fit in time for the retreat. ...Shame they were left in the base, but I suppose there'll be a prisoner exchange before all this."
edited 22nd Jan '12 6:56:30 AM by Fauxlosophe
Looking up, Salvec was somewhat surprised to see another male joining the team. Giving off a small smile, he spoke a bit, "Yo, the name is Salvec Quewin, the Devil's Tongue." Rubbing his temple a bit more, he lowered his hand and was going to say something else, but then he realized something.
"Wait... did you just say... gentlemen?" Immediately, Salvec began laughing rather hysterically. "You hear that Morgan, he thinks you're a guy!"
Patting Morgan on the back, Salvec snickered a bit to himself before calming himself down. "Hah... Ah, that just made my day. Nikolai, I can just tell you are going to be more than welcomed here. But first of all, I think you owe Morgan here an apology." Smirking some, Salvec patted Morgan once more on the back, before folding his arms rather happily.
"What the hell are you doing?" "I'm playing a role, sir, what are you doing?""Oh, err, I just, you know, thought I'd- I thought it was- it was-." Ellen stammered, her face growing red. "Sorry..."
Letting her shoulders slump, she wordlessly moved to an open seat, awkwardly looking around the room at her new flight mates.
"So, umm..." she took a stab at conversation, "What exactly are we going to do in the 5th?"
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.A look of confusion appeared on Nikolai's face as the blond man, who had introduced himself as Salvec Quewin, began to laugh hysterically about one of his words. "W-what, what do you find so funny?" he asked.
"You hear that morgan, he thinks you're a guy!" Salvec said.
Nikolai did the math. He tensed as the sum came to him. "Oh... blast, how could I... augh!" He facepalmed. Lowering his hand from his forehead, he gave the woman, apparantly called Morgan, an apologetic look. "I am terribly sorry for my misperception! It's just... well..."
Morgan made a dry comeback at Salvec and pardoned Nikolai's mistake, offering her hand to him. "Is that so? G-good. At least you are used to it. Still..." He said, relaxing and giving Morgan a firm handshake. "Whatever the case, I swear I shall give you both my utmost in battle. If you don't mind my asking, what exactly was so disastrous about this patrol?"
"And then the dead man of the dead did dead things to all the dead people."-Two Best Friends Play Dark Souls"Hey now, I never said I was a gentleman," replied Salvec to Morgan rather tastelessly. Leaning on Morgan's shoulder, and sighing a bit as he smiled, he answered Nikolai's question, "Besides the fact that we, two snipers, had to engage enemy frames in not-so-safe close range? Things went rather wonderfully!"
"Oh, and I'd be careful of this one," Salvec promptly nodded at Morgan, "She may seem all nice and friendly now, but that's just because you're new. She'll smack you upside the head when you're not looking," said the young blonde as he remembered the incident not too long ago. "Isn't that right, mister Vale?"
With a slight smile, and while silently snickering to himself, Salvec turned his head a bit in Morgan's direction.
"What the hell are you doing?" "I'm playing a role, sir, what are you doing?""Ah.. of course.....sir" Damien stammered as he checked through his reassignment papers, "I'll take my leave then."
Damien headed over to where Charlot had motioned and all the while he scanned the papers, finding the administrative errors he relaxed a little, he'd only just been reassigned on short notice and he assumed admin had been scrambling for the past couple of weeks.
Looking up at the assembled pilots Damien gave a weak smile, "Damien Van Villas, 8th Knight, call sign Lycan."
"Insert philisophical/funny rambling here""I can hit you when you're looking if you want," Morgan gave Salvec a sanguine smile. "But to be blunt, Nikolai, command doesn't seem to know what it's doing with the constant reassignments. All the scrambling around to organize things seems to be doing the opposite and it's only a matter of time before the Feds march in to take advantage." She had to stop herself from going into a rant, it was hardly the best way to make a first impression. "You look keen for battle... you haven't been on Aeris long have you?"
"You engaged in close combat with sniping frames?" Said Nikolai, slightly perplexed. Being a pilot of bulky heavy frames, Nikolai of all people knew how dangerous snipers could be in the right conditions, but they could be easily grinded to dust by sufficiently powerful forces in close combat. "I can see how that would add up to disaster. Couldn't you have fallen back and taken up a better position? Didn't you have backup?"
"So I hear." He said to Morgan, putting a hand up to his chin as she gave her opinion of the current state of command. "Maybe so, but it can't be helped for now. Best we can do is do our part and hope the higher ups can get their heads together soon."
"Well... no. No I haven't." He said to Morgan when she asked about his experience on Aeris. "What of it?" he asked, even more perplexed now.
edited 18th Feb '12 11:14:29 AM by SonofMelonHead
"And then the dead man of the dead did dead things to all the dead people."-Two Best Friends Play Dark SoulsThe crowd had long started filing in. Most people took seats, some had tea or more rarely coffee. There was a look of nervousness to most of them. Damien's introduction got him some quizzical glares, but for the time being they were equals. At least in theory. Most assumed commanders would still be commanders, probably the fuller companies would stay together. Probably.
Holden looked up at Vinny, "We should probably grab a seat."
This was a signal for the chess players to pack up.
"Yeah." Vinny nodded, standing and shaking out his limbs a little before trotting over to grab some coffee. With little effort, he found a seat in the front row. Unsurprisingly, it looked like most people weren't in a rush to be nearest to Shang.
GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.Shang walked in, followed by his guard.
He stood atop the podium and looked down on the crowd below.
"Many of you have recieved notification of your enrolement into the 3rd Battalion. Others amongst you are referring to it as the 5th, due to rumours or superstitions amongst the older members of the Corps. I am here to inform you that the latter title is correct. With a handful of exceptions, a great deal of you owe your lives to the service of the 3rd Battalion and it has been ruled in bad taste to take their former titles. I would generally dismiss this as nonsense but additional information has dissuaded me from objecting," Shang looked over the crow, "However, little of this is relevant to yourselves. You are tired. Many of you have spent the last week alternately fleeing from the Federation or following their camp as prisoners. You are tired, you are worn and you want peace. However the Federation has followed you here and will follow you to the end of this earth and the next until you stand with a pistol before the black gates of hell itself. The Federation are fresh, with new men, new guns and new determination. But every sign of weakness, of buckling under pressure that we offer them will be met with reinforced zeal. We stand now with the mountains themselves at our back, from here, if we fight well, we will drain them. Bleed them. Exhaust them. We will introduce them to the same exhaustion that consumes you, and then the Federation finally lays down to rest, having ground their blades to dust, we will show them what it is to be pushed past tiredness or watch them break. Every wasted man, inch and bullet now will cost us two here after. If we are to have any hope to survive, we will be vicious, we will be ruthless but above all, we will be efficient. And that is how will we grind the Federation to a stalemate."
edited 16th Feb '12 6:49:57 AM by Fauxlosophe
"Our backup was reassigned without our knowledge." Morgan stated bitterly, gazing off in no direction inparticular. "And base command, once contacted, didn't seem to put much stock in perimiter security, the supposed nature of our operation." She shook her head and gave Nikolai a look of pity. If only he knew what he was getting into. "You'll see soon enough, I'm sure." She started off down the hall. "I'm going to wash up and pretend today was a bad dream. Have Salvec show you around, that alone should make you wish you never landed on this planet."
"A stalemate?" Ellen asked, confused. Weren't they here to win, to drive out the exploitative Federation, and prove the superiority of their Centauri life and spirit? Why settle for a simple stalemate when, with Centauri advantages, victory was just a matter of perseverance and determination! Sure, there would be resistance, but...
She popped a strawberry into her mouth, chewed it thoughtfully, and then, with the energy and naivety of a Centauri schoolgirl, proceeded to raise her hand to ask a question.
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts."..." Salvec simply stared as Morgan walked away, leaving him alone with Nikolai. He muttered a bit under his breath at Morgan, and turned towards his new companion. He was somewhat enlightened to have a new male companion, "Alrighty... I think we've wasted enough time as it is... You wanna check out the cafeteria and grab something to eat?"
Giving off a slightly awkward posture, he pointed off towards another area, one that he assumed was the area that held the cafeteria.
"What the hell are you doing?" "I'm playing a role, sir, what are you doing?"Ellen took a deep breath, readying her question. Then, she opened the floodgates, as words spilled out of her mouth faster than money from a gambler's hands. "Pardon me, sir, it's just that I don't see the reason why we should be content with a mere stalemate when our Centauri forces are so clearly superior to the Federation rabble in roughly every capacity. Of course, if the rumors are correct to any degree, it would appear that we are facing garbage pulled from every asylum in the enemy's territory, so it would be a grave insult to our forces and our very culture if we allowed our foes to be regarded as equals to us on any level. Therefore, I inquire as to why we do not seek utter, complete, and total victory over the enemy, with a summary execution of their high command as the grand finale?" Taking her first breath since she started, she quickly tacked on the final comment of, "After a proper and just trial, of course, in order to distinguish ourselves from the corrupt and barbaric animals that we are fighting, sir."
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.Nikolai was continuously confused over the subject of his lack of experience on Aeris and slightly annoyed with the vagueness of the answers he had got about the topic's relevance. He raised a finger at Morgan and opened his mouth to raise a question, but stopped as he thought against it. She did not seem to be in the best of moods, and it was very apparent that her day had not been the most fortunate. Now would not be the best time to press the subject. Well, he thought as he lowered his hand if there is something I don't know about this theatre, I should learn about it eventually...
Speaking of learning. He turned to Salvec as he watched Morgan walk away. It doesn't take a tactical genius to see that there is tension between these two. If it should have an effect on their fighting ability, it would not be beyond reason to suggest to Shang that one of them be transferred to another battalion. At least there are no signs of treachery from them... so far.
"I have already been to the cafeteria," he replied to Salvec with a friendly smile, deciding to ignore Morgan's last comment and be open minded about his character "but if you are feeling hungry I would be pleased to accompany you." He began to walking in the direction Salvec was pointing. Perhaps now could be a good time to learn about this man and his opinions
"So how long have you been in this battalion for sir Quewin?" he asked the blonde noble.
"And then the dead man of the dead did dead things to all the dead people."-Two Best Friends Play Dark Souls

Damien was walking the halls stiffly and exhumed a discpipline and stature that demanded a degree of respect, despite this he was lost and he knew it, he'd been wandering aimlessly for almost an hour after searching ardently for his battalion lieutenant, Charlot. Damien had been shipped, impromtu, in the early morn, AMF and all. Damien's closeness to the frontlines initially had him jittery and excited, the view of the open valley below, intoxicating. But all that seemed a distant memory and right now Damien was impatient and a little annoyed, no matter how much he tried not to show it.
Luck however soon showed herself and Damien turned a corner to see a recognisable Charlot in the company of what Damien assumed to be members of 4th battalion. Damien marched up to Charlot and cleared his throat.
"Excuse me Battalion Lieutenant Charlot Aznavour," Damien waited for the man to turn in response to the verbal stimuli and he gave a standard military salute, "Damien Van Villas 8th Knight, AMF medium class Thunderstroke Pilot, under emergency reassignment to Midgar Defence Corp, MDC 4th Battalion. Reporting for duty, sir!"
"Insert philisophical/funny rambling here"