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A massive object turns in space, like a wheel. Station L37 rarely saw any kind of important visitors, but today was special. The station- and its accompanying planet Lamia- had been chosen, as the largest neutral port in the sector, to hold the Mythril Conference.
All civilian traffic had been halted, replaced by hundreds of suit-wearing, fast-talking politicians and dignitaries, bodyguards and diplomats. Hundreds of small, darting craft drifted around the station, traveling from the two massive battleships orbiting nearby. One from the Centauri, and one from the Federation.
As was expected from such a distinguished gathering, there was quite a bit of showing off- Their clothes, their accomplishments... And in the case of the admirals commanding the battleships, their pilots.
"Call up my counterpart from the Centauri, would you?" the Arabic Admiral said. "See if he's interested in some chess. I'd love to fight a battle on a two dimensional plane, for once."
The lounge of the station was spacious and clean, with a massive window looking out into the vastness of space. An air conditioner hummed gently.
An old, brown, monkey of man sat by the window, tapping his feet. He nodded slowly. "Never thought I'd be seein' a peace treaty, no I didn't."
The other pilots were there, too, but the old man didn't really notice them much.
edited 9th Nov '10 2:37:37 PM by Hydrall
Lorraine venne Bannikberg stood against the wall, observing the other pilots from the Centauri Empire and the Federation.
She wondered briefly what she would do if the peace treaty went through. She had spent the majority of her life fighting the Federation, the occasional domestic terrorist cell too, but mostly the Federation. If the treaty passed, she'd be seeing a lot less action, that was not something she was comfortable with.
She twirled a sprig of her hair with her thumb.
What now? She thought to herself.
^ Lee Jaedong (Jaedong Lee) ^
The tea was quite bland in all honesty. In fact, Jaedong did not even like tea, but he was trying some, for the occassion. In a paper cup, but still tea, nonetheless.
On the Federation battleship, Jaedong was sitting in the hanger next to his AMF, 'Swarm'. One would wonder why he had tea in a spacecraft hanger. If asked, Jaedong's argument would be that just because it was a fighting ground, it didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy his comforts.
Jaedong sipped the last of his tea, and threw the cup into the trash compacter. The meeting was being held in the station relatively close to the battleship. Few expected things to go well. He did not either, hence, he was in the hanger, performing maintenance on 'Swarm'. With a fresh bucket of paint, the shoulders of the vehicle were dyed a crimson red, covering up the old blue. It was the last of the modifications Jaedong would do to the frame, and with that, his AMF was perfectly modified to his tastes.
Lorraine continued to sip her tea, pondering both if the treaty would pass, and where the rest of her unit was.
Calven Hobbes lounged on the plush sofa with one leg up and lazily flexed the joints in his arms and hands. From the looks of it, with the exception of the strange man by the window, he was the oldest pilot present, so he supposed it was up to him to break the ice.
A female Centauri pilot with short black hair was leaning against the wall opposite him. He tried to catch her eye with a wave.
"A longer leave means a longer vacation!" Jimmy Stuart all but bounced in his chair.
"Just think about it. No fightin' means all we gots to do is stand around on parade. Maybe chase a few pirates or terrorists, but other than that we be as proud as a rooster with nothin on our plates, well, except maybe rooster." he went on in the dral that identified him as an Atlantican, one of the nearer colonized worlds of the Centauri.
Jimmy turned around and look for the food. "I wonder if they even have rooster here. They brought a ton of Earth food, I reckon they oughtta have a Centaurian rooster dish around here somewhere."
He turned to his senior.
"Lady venne Bannikberg, you want anything from that food table?"
Lorraine saw the man wave, briefly wondered why he had, and decided it best to ignore it. If he was a Fed, he was still her enemy, and if he was a Centauri, there would be time to get to know him later.
She turned to Jimmy.
edited 28th Jul '10 1:20:22 PM by SpainSun
Hobbes frowned at the Centauri pilot's demeanor. Ice cold, even to her own teammates. Well, what could you do.
He switched targets.
"How do they make that? Fried, roasted...?"
Flint Zechran fidgeted in his seat a bit, playing a bit with the micro-tools he had in his pocket and otherwise looking about to see if anything interesting was going on. He was not at all used to being in full uniform, and usually his superiors didn't care, but he figured that he should for the occasion. Tensions were running high; both sides were trying to look their best, and the troops were no exception. As soon as this was over, however, he knew he'd be taking off this ceremonial garb and get back to putting the last touches on fixing his Frame after the last battle.
Though a capable engineer, he was careless in combat, some might even say suicidal. Regardless, with his vigorous attitude he had survived every battle so far, though this could not be said of his equipment. He was walking a fine line, and would most likely get in trouble if this kept up. He looked at the live news broadcasts of the conference, seeing important people in top-of-the-line Frames like he had previous seen on TV. "Someday, I guess", he sighed. That was the kind of thing he signed up for, after having seen perhaps a few too many TV shows featuring Frames. Still, he felt he had no reason to complain, he liked his job as it was. He had no qualms about shooting down Centauri Frames; not just because they were the enemy, he just paid it little mind. Perhaps it was because he could not see their pilots, but that bit of his job felt exactly as he had always imagined it.
He stood up from his seat, and went for a walk. If anything came up, he was sure he would hear about it, and giving himself a tour of the facility at the very least be more fun than doing nothing.
"Fried. No, roasted. Fried and roasted!" Jimmy declared to the Fed man. "Why don't you accompany me to the dinner table."
He grabbed the mans arm and pulled him along.
"Don't you mind Lady venne Bannikberg. She always been like that. I reckon she just trying to be prim and proper. Comes from an important family, see?"
They neared the table, Jimmy gave it a quick glance up and down. "Anyway, why don't you recommend me some of your dishes since there aint a turkey in sight."
'Lady,' huh? Well, well. Hobbes filed the information away for later and surveyed the laden table, leaning over a dish of steaming meat.
"Ever had sea rat? Texture's kinda like calamari and they're pretty tasteless on their own, but they absorb flavor like a sponge."
He picked up a plate and served himself a few pieces of the white meat.
"Just drizzle a little sauce over it and the flavor'll explode in your mouth. I like the spicy stuff, myself," he said, spooning orange sauce from one of several bowls next to the dish of sea rat.
edited 28th Jul '10 1:53:06 PM by Wryte
"Sea rat?" Jimmy looked uncertain at first. But he'd made it his mission in life to try everything at least once. And he did like spicey food.
He picked up a plate and copied his instructor. Then he took a fork to the meat and plopped it into his mouth. His taste buds tingled and his eyes watered. It was delicious.
"I - I - Water!" He suddenly gasped. Hot hot hot hot!
"Was I right, or was I right? It explodes!
Hobbes laughed good-naturedly and handed the Centauri pilot a cup of water.
"Sorry, I should have warned you. You want to start off really light and work your way up with this stuff."
Roxanne Bishop scampered down the corridors of the unfamiliar station, chastising herself for the hundredth time. She'd been halfway to the pilot's lounge before someone realized who she was and pointed out 'dress uniform' didn't refer to her school outfit.
To make it worse, after she'd returned to the ship no one could find her on any official list. After a lot of yelling she was finally given a mismatched uniform scrounged up from the laundry facilities. The jacket was too long, hanging around her hips and covering her hands. The pants were too tight... and they itched. At least they let her keep her own shoes.
Now she was finally almost to the lounge, feeling as much like the child her new clothing made her out to be. Rounding the last bend, Roxy took a moment to look around, she hadn't seen this part of the station yet. Looking left and turning right, she ran headlong into something out of sight and was bounced onto the floor.
"Ouch!" She yelped, blinking up at whatever she'd smacked into. Then she clasped her hand over her mouth, realizing it wasn't a something but someone.
Jimmy was gulping down the cup like no tomorrow when something slammed into his back. The cup fell from his hands and onto his face. The plate in his other hand flew into the air. Water spalshed over him as he fell to the ground.
"What in the hell?" he bellowed as he half-turned, half-got up. "You done just tried and break my back! Wait, I know you."
The red head did look familiar, he had seen her before, he knew it.
Though he'd never seen her with sea rat and sauce in her hair.
edited 28th Jul '10 3:52:17 PM by Fluid
Are you alright, James?
And Miss um....?
edited 15th May '11 11:05:08 AM by SpainSun
Hobbes swallowed a laugh and set his plate down. Holding one hand over his mouth to hide his grin, he picked a large piece of meat out of the girl's hair and glanced around for a trash can.
"This would be a good time to apologize," he hinted, nudging the male Centauri pilot with his elbow before turning away to look for something to clean up with.
looking at the girl again, Loarraine noticed the insignia of a Centauri pilot.
A fellow Centauri....
she extended her hand to help the girl up.
edited 28th Jul '10 3:57:33 PM by SpainSun
Roxy blinked again, shrinking back from the man she'd careened into.
"Sorry! Sorry!" She shouted at him, flailing her arms. Things just seemed to be getting worse, at this rate she'd be on a transport home for disgraceful conduct by the end of the day.
Then something filtered through her frantic thoughts, this guy knew her? She shook her head in confusion, spraying some clinging sauce onto him.
"... you do?" Taking another moment, the other people in the room began to filter into hew view. Most importantly, a woman she recognized herself. Snapping herself to attention, she smacked her hand against her head in a failed salute, still seated on the floor. "Roxanne Bishop reporting, Lady venne Bannikberg!"
heh, always nice to see enthusiasm.
At ease, Miss Bishop. Rank? I assume you're a knight of some kind.
edited 28th Jul '10 4:00:20 PM by SpainSun
Jimmy wiped his face with a hankerchief.
"She's the new Knight with the new machine from that new company. If I do recall, my Lady."
Where did that Earth man go? Leave him with a mess, how rude.
edited 28th Jul '10 4:07:37 PM by Scholastica
" 'The Knight with the new machine from the new company.' Your word choice is fluid and well-thought-out as usual, James."
In any case, hello Miss Bishop. I had heard we were getting a new Knight in our unit, perhaps that's you.
edited 29th Jan '11 9:19:14 AM by SpainSun
Flint, hearing a crash from a few corridors away, speeds back from his walk to see what happened. Spotting the new arrival, with everyone around her, he smiles. "Seems like this party might get quite busy after all. Welcome to the station — I have already met the others present, though I think I didn't catch your name yet, possibly since I was absent until a moment ago. If I may be so bold...?"
Hobbes frowned to himself. That cute little kid was a pilot, too? She didn't look older than seventeen. How desperate were the Centauris for soldiers? And for that matter, where the hell were his teammates? The Centauris were quickly overrunning the lounge, and were starting to ignore him.
He returned from the other end of the buffet table with a handful of napkins and started to dab at the sauce in the girl's hair.
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