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| Warchester | Jan 11 2015, 07:55 PM Post #1 |
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Professional strength asshole.
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Thirty one years. Eleven thousand three hundred fifteen days since the beginning of the first war with Earth. Since then war had come and gone many many times. Veterans of the conflicts were numerous and slowly fading away as their tired bodies surrendered to their old wounds. The oldest veterans of the first war were in their seventies and eighties. The youngest were in their fifties. Even they, the children of the war, were not immune to times ticking and the bodies frail nature. That war was seen from numerous angles. Zeonic aggression by those of the Earth and a patriotic war by those of the colonies. Regardless, the outcome had been the same for both sides despite the victor. Hundreds of thousands of men and women who had experienced the brutality of war. Who had killed and slaughtered. Despite the flag they saluted they were a fraternity of veterans. They were with each passing year growing fewer in number. Everyone knew someone who'd served and survived the fighting but had fallen to times cold hands. The stage held three elevated rows of seats filled with aging men and women. A see of greying hair and dated dress uniforms. Glittering medals in the Australian sun from the two belligerent nations of that conflict. On one side sat the Zeon representatives the other the now defunct Earth Federation. Some held canes between their knees. Others had uniform sleeves tucked into a pocket because of a missing limb. A few sported eye patches from losing their site while three were completely blind and wore sunglasses. The men and women on this stage all had a mark from their time in uniform. Infantry, armor, naval, MS, and air corps were represented. Only a small handful still did the job they did back in those hellish days. Before them on the stage blow hard after blow hard gas bag politician and business owner yammered on about the conflict. Some were just old enough to remember the fighting. Others, and these were the ones the seemed to make the entire crowd of veterans most uncomfortable, hadn't been born yet and they still spoke of the sacrifices made by the men and women. There wasn't a reason for them to not be there. This was their orbital elevator platform. These business people were footing a large part of the bill. So they must deal with their pandering. The planning committee had been nice enough to put an awning over the stage to keep the heat off the aging veterans behind the podium. It was a safe assumption that the aging men and women felt as if they were nothing but display pieces. aged hands rubbed at stiffening legs as they sat there waiting for it to be over. The word hero had been thrown around about them by a good number of the speakers. They were not heroes. They'd done the job they had to do and had paid the price when the reaper called. Thats what their old wounds were. Proof of purchases for the deeds they'd done thirty one years prior. A country could fall and be divided like the EF had and still they'd have their proof of deeds. The memorial ceremony was reaching its halfway point. Only a handful of speakers remained and then they'd be free to move to the air conditioned comfort of the reception hall and enjoy free food and alcohol. It was safe to assume the veterans would have a hard time moving without getting their hands shook or being offered a drink or whatever. What would this memorial look like? The thing was hidden beneath a large white sheet and none had caught a glimpse of it yet. One had to wonder. |
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| Nanako | Jan 11 2015, 10:19 PM Post #2 |
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Chief Master Sentinel
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'Fuck this sweltering planet!', Tana thought as she stood in full dress uniform in the heat of the tropical south pacific. Not only was she still stuck on earth, she was still stuck in an environment that was hotter than blue blazes. As little as she enjoyed it, the aging veterans in attendance had to be even less pleased. The long winded speeches weren't helping matters any either, but at the very least Tana could be grateful that she was wearing white. The rapier on her hip was another matter, however. The thing was getting hot from being in the sun for so long, and when the metal guard and hilt came into contact with anything close to her skin, Tana could feel it giving her a mild burning sensation. There was also the self righteous, unstable, arrogant prick Tana had met just before she came back to earth, Senior Guard Muestra Fallada. The man was once more her escort. Apparently he was used to these sort of functions, though Tana wasn't sure how. As the ceremony proceeds, Tana can't help but wonder who among the veterans present on the earth's side of the stands might be or once have been a member of blue cosmos. Even those who weren't could hardly escape her piercing glare. A group like blue cosmos can't exist without at least indifference from those around them, and as far as Tana was concerned that made every last one of the earthlings complicit to their foul deeds. If there was one place in all of creation that Tana did not want to be at this moment, it was exactly where she stood. The only desire on her mind, to return to the plants. To return home. To see her brother again. To forget about fighting, destruction, loss, and sacrifice for at least a little while. If only.... |
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| BNU | Jan 11 2015, 11:21 PM Post #3 |
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Lieutenant Celestia Rune stood out in the sun alongside several other members of the security detail that had been assigned to this event. It was a strangely peaceful thing to be attending considering their long-time enemy and estranged cousins of space lay sitting just a few feet ahead of them, though their weathered faces and smiles displayed a most respectful tone as they conversed with each other. It was a sort of understanding that would come after the war's end, where age and acknowledgement took precedence over simply hating the man across from you because he wore a different uniform and had fought under a different flag. Regardless, she was armed; as was the men to her left and right. They were all in their dress uniforms, brass polished with fabric cleaned, pressed and presentable to the eye. Their posture at ease and yet poised for any sign of danger that would soon come to be under their charge. This was a memorial to their predecessors that had died in a war many weren't aware of, Celestia understood this, and so hoped that any negative tension between the younger generation would be left for the battlefield. The Lieutenant raised a gloved hand, pulling down a sleeve to check the time. The United Nations dignitaries had not yet arrived, but she could see that many young Zeonic people had. Some of them glared towards their side whilst others looked past, as if indifferent to the whole event. Breathing in, she returned to attention and exhaled as her hand went about fixing the gloves, collar and skirt of the outfit she wore. The brunette wondered how long it would be until they arrived. |
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| Muestra | Jan 12 2015, 12:00 AM Post #4 |
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Coming off of a successful mission as a member of the nobility Tana had been invited to attend a memorial service for the one year war. Muestra assumed simply out of proximity he was chosen to act as her escort once more. His father had boycotted the event, the one year war held only bad memories for him. Muestra understood the significance of his father's decision but as his two other siblings were busy with work so he was proud to represent his family. Outside of this family's obligation Muestra was elated to have a place as a guest for the formalities. These were the kind of things he'd dreamed of. His father had drilled him obsessively on etiquette and formal presentation. One day he would get the chance to truly be in the thick of it but for now he was more than happy to be an observer. It was hot. This was to be expected of the tropics. Muestra looked resplendent in his green dress uniform his newly awarded Legion of Merit polished to perfection gleamed on his left breast. The heat was oppressive as the humidity was high and quite a few of the Zeonic members of the congregation were having a visibly hard time. Without a doubt this was the exact opposite of the regulated interior of the colonies. Muestra was hotter than he had ever felt in his whole life but by sheer force of will no sweat was shed and he sat looking calm and composed, a dignified expression hiding the sheer joy he was feeling. Muestra listened intently to the speeches as representatives of each side stood and spoke of their experiences. Minor politicians and lesser noble house members spoke in grandiose terms of sacrifices and heroics. Muestra had seen some of the guest list and the real world powers were still yet to arrive. Looking over to his "companion" Ms. Akaishi she had a stiff face plastered on. Looking wholly uncomfortable with the heat, the ceremony and even her own uniform. Muestra could't resist this "Home field" advantage and leaned in for a quiet word. "Ma,am Please at least try to hide your discomfort." Muestra derided the Chief Master Sentinel with a face that screamed of self-satisfaction. Muestra had just come off of a mission with her and even though both had preformed admirably Muestra felt that he had far out-performed her. Not only had he destroyed two opposing mobile suits he had severely damaged the interior of the ship they ambushed and executed the mission target. The fact that without her quick leadership and actions he would have surely perished was completely lost on him. He had earned a medal for his conduct and his ego was at an all time high so he couldn't help but to use this chance to talk down to Ms. Akaishi. Muestra let his mind wander. He knew that this was a fantastic opportunity for him to bring his name to the attention of those that mattered and was now running through simulations of meeting the Empress and the Great Hero William Siegfried. He was more confident now than ever before that he would redeem his family and he even started to think of what comes after. ((Edit: I screwed up my uniform colour. Fixed now)) Edited by Muestra, Jan 13 2015, 10:26 PM.
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| Esdeath | Jan 13 2015, 12:13 AM Post #5 |
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Of all the things Vice Admiral Crowe Gilmour thought he'd live to tell about, a memorial ceremony being held by Zeon on Earth was not among them. Of course, being born right in the middle of the One Year War, Crowe's life had been filled with war since day one. A potentially lasting peace like this... Crowe wasn't quite sure he had ever considered it a possibility before. Hell, he didn't even buy that this peace would last all that long. Although, that had less to do with Crowe's faith in humility and everything to do with the man sitting beside him, one Vice Admiral Hermann De Tobback. He had known the man the grand total of the span of this ceremony so far and he already wanted to strangle the man a good ten minutes in. "Bah, what an awful place this is. This heat's so bad it could kill a man!" Tobback started grumbling again, just loud enough that he could be heard but not loud enough for anyone more than a few seats away to be able to understand what he was saying over the current speaker. It was hot, certainly, but no one here- Tobback's lard ass included- was at risk of a heat stroke or anything of the like. Unfortunately, since a heat stroke would at least rid Crowe of Tobback's nonstop complaining. "It's unimaginable how these beasts could live in these conditions, I tell you. Living in this kind of heat would kill any real human." "Air conditioning," Crowe quipped back under his breath, digging at Tobback's comment hoping that annoying the man enough would get him to at least pester someone else. "It doesn't take that much to imagine air conditioning... Or even a nice cool breeze." "You know damn well what I mean, Gilmour. Between this hellhole and Africa, I damn well better be getting a nice air-conditioned quarters. And office too, though I suppose that's too much to ask from these filthy Earthers." "You don't have a very good opinion of people from Earth, do you?" The portly Vice Admiral cocked an eyebrow at Crowe at the question. "People? Please, it's almost like you think these Earthers are human!" Well, Crowe wasn't liking where this conversation was going. "And you're saying they're not? That they're less than human?" "Damn right they are! Humanity left this awful little planet a long time ago; These... apes that stayed behind are no more than the slush skimmed out of the pot and discarded. The Colonies, the cities on the Moon, even those hermits out on Mars and Jupiter, we're the real human race." "With an attitude like that, no wonder Iskander fell apart with you planning it out." "Even an ape can win a fight if they catch you by surprise." "Earth will always catch you by surprise." A pause for a moment, giving Crowe a moment of relief from Tobback's blabbering, only for the man to start up again shortly thereafter: "I bet dropping a colony or two on this awful island would make it more habitable. It couldn't possibly make this place's climate any worse." "I sincerely hope you don't return from Africa." |
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| Leo | Jan 13 2015, 04:45 PM Post #6 |
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It had been a long time since she returned to her homeland, the world now knowing the young woman by a different title and the spotlight was now shining on her. It was a new age for Neo-Zeon, the Empire had grown and few could really challenge it's might. Sera now stood at the helm of this ship, born a Lunarian but raised an Earthnoid, an Oceanian, who found herself becoming the Spacenoid Empress. The blonde haired woman with light blue eyes sat right in front of the Memorial Wall, alongside the rest of the foreign dignitaries of the United Nations as they all listened to Secretary-General Genjōsai Tamase, one of the few men still alive from that War. "Humanity left to space to find a future among the stars, yet when many returned to the cradle of man they brought along fires of war. War truly never changes, yet humanity still continues to take steps forward advancing towards an ever brighter future. Cooperation between Earth's united nations and her former colonies now grown, all united for peace and prosperity. Today two nations honor the fallen ladies and gentlemen, my brothers in arms and those we gave us as much hell as we gave them." the old Japanese man recounted to the Audience.A Halsey has served in every war since the One Year War, another family member lost with every conflict. All noble men and women, who served the Earth with valor and distinction. Her young daughter held in her arms and remained quiet, quite aware of the what was going on around her. While she was a newborn, the blue eyed little girl seemed to have the poise already or at least recognized the memorial going on around her. "At the end of the every night I would think about my wife, we had only just gotten married before I was conscripted to serve. I would think about the children I hoped to have one day with her, and the life that I yet wanted to live. We all think the same thing at the end of the day while serving, and that is why we're all here. To remember those who passed away in this war, you all can call us heroes but many of us were scared young men doing our duty because we had to. And when that fateful day came when the war was over, I promised to live on for the sake of my comrades took fire meant to take my life. As we should all do the same for these men and women, as we move forward with good hopes and good intentions to a new future. In my heart a side of me wishes this day might extend itself instead of being just another day, however that remains a limitation to us all. Take something more from this day than the physicality of just being here, recognize what's going on around us ladies and gentlemen. That Spacenoids and Earthnoids are not so different, that coexistence is entirely within our grasp. Thank you ladies and gentlemen I now present to you, Her Imperial Majesty, Empress-Regnant Seraphina Auriel of Neo-Zeon." The Empress nodded with a smile as Tamase finished his speech, the baby girl held close to her purple dress. She turned over to the Prime Minister of Neo-Zeon at her side, Artemis and motioned for her to hold Artesia. Passing her over to the Prime Minister as the members of the Imperial Zeonic Royal Guard watched over them, particularly the sister of the Prime Minister. The Captain-General of the Guard Minerva Beoulve. The green haired woman's eyes scanned those in attendance and made sure to background check all those in attendance, with the help of the United Nations' Secret Intelligence Service. She was sure there would be no incident, as long as she was there. The Empress looked out towards the crowd as she stood up, hoping that it might be possible to see and feel her younger brother. She had not heard much of him since his abdication of the Oceanian Dominion's throne in order to make it the Oceanian Republic after that. The two of them knew that Oceania wasn't the place for a monarchy, yet Kieran had made it passed through. Sera walked up onto the podium shaking the Secretary-General's hand graciously. She wished her father could be here for this...a veteran of every conflict until the Commonwealth Civil War. "Its an honor, your excellency. Thank you for having us." the Empress remarked as the old man lowered his head in a traditional Japanese bow. "It is our pleasure, your Imperial Majesty." Nodding forward as she took the stage, her blue eyes looked out at everyone in attendance as she waved with a smile. If there was something she remembered from her time growing up and going to family parties, its how to put on the most charming smile in the room. It seems she'd have to charm the entire Earth Sphere this time, nothing she wasn't capable of doing. Her order medals pinned to her purple dress, which they insisted she wear, seemed to sparkle in the sunshine like herself and unlike the the rest of the Spacenoids, she seemed completely unaffected by the heat and rather happy to be in attendance. Perfect in her opening, yet she had to see her performance through. Edited by Leo, Jan 14 2015, 12:02 AM.
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| Peace_Creed | Jan 13 2015, 09:04 PM Post #7 |
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No Need for Titles
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Many years ago there was a great war, it was brutal and bloody, expanding from the Earth all the way to the furthest colony; many a life was sacrificed as well as many a life scarred. The war had only lasted a single year, but within that year it was the hardest times for all of mankind's stressed people no matter where they belonged or came from, however one man didnt quit belong, nor was he anything noticeable either, however he belonged here at this moment in time as he hid amongst the crowd listening to the speeches and looking over various heads. He sat in the middle of the crowd closest to the front row of chairs; to him it was just another thing he was forced to unwillingly do as an officer. Senior Warrant Officer Warren Peace was dressed in his full formal dress attire and uniform; it had many layers and was hot, however Peace was use to the heat and for the time it didnt bother him that he was being roasted alive listening to nearly the same speeches over and over again. Peace mingled around a tad with the people around him as he stayed sitting in his seat; it was odd to him that after thirty years they were just now getting together to erect a memorial; it was also unsettling having Zeon and various Federation esque branches in one place without trying to kill each other, it was relatively blissful outside of the beating down Australian Sun and searing tropical heat. Peace however had the feel that this was all somehow a facade and more of a political front for good publicity; that and this was going to be the site of one of several orbital elevators. Peace dreaded that fact, after the niceties and pleasures of this memorial things would just go back to the same with either side trying to eradicate the other. It was mundane for Peace to have come all the way from the Vasavi Shakti Fleet orbiting in space to this dismal party; it would be only a matter of days before he would be right back to this area on guard duty and defense, as an officer he was obligated to be here, so he tried to make the best out of the situation as he kept his eyes open to possible features he would need in the future. Some time had passed and Secretary-General Genjōsai Tamasea, a man still alive from that war gave his speech; it took a long time as the man seemingly got lost in thought from here and there as he created more of an image into ones head instead of telling them all. Tamasea was more of a story teller it seemed as he had captivated the crowd, Peace half listened to the speech as clapping and acknowledgment followed. Peace quickly reached into his pocket pulling out a pocket-watch as he briefly checked the time. Peace was getting irritated; he had work to do and even more paper work to fulfill. Tamasea then gave the crowd one finally brief few words as he soon left the stage open for the next person to speak. A lot of people from both sides were here, many veterans that were still alive adoring full ribbons and awards in their respective dress uniforms. Peace waited for the speeches to be over, he was more than ready to have a cold drink and to make himself acquainted with a few of the people that were here, hopefully on good terms; his reputation he had currently wasnt very well of a good one, but he was hoping to fix that with little problem as he simply waited for time to pass; his attitude becoming more and more impatient. He was a good pilot, a little rough around the edges and in need of some guidance here and there, but he was more than capable of being something much more, he just needed that chance; a chance in which no one seemingly wanted to give him. Peace sipped out of a water bottle as he quenched his thirst and replenished some hydration back into his body, if he was finally feeling the heat whom knew how the older veterans felt as they sweltered and stewed in their own uniforms. Peace was anti-social for the most part so far, but once the hall would be opened everyone would have more of a free roam to acquaint himself with many others and he would socialize better trying to find people he knew or make new possible contacts. [EDITED] Edited by Peace_Creed, Jan 14 2015, 04:31 AM.
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| William Siegfried | Jan 13 2015, 09:48 PM Post #8 |
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The Crazy Masked man of Zeon.
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The ticking of the clock was the only sound that echoed throughout the small dark room. DING!... DING!... DING! The clock began filling the room with life, as the lights began to automatically turn on. Starting out dim, before eventually filling the once dark room with white light. As the light grew brighter, the white light started enveloped the queen sized mattress, where a couple slept soundly; despite the grandfather clock’s alarm echoing about. As the light shun upon the blonde man’s face, the scarred faced man let out a grumble of annoyance, before he opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, squinting for a moment as his eyes were still adjusting to the artificial light that shown upon his face. Raising a hand over his face, he let out mighty roar of yawn, before he pushed himself upright in the bed, using what little strength he could muster in his sleepish state. The man looked over and down towards his partner next to him. A small smile crept across his face as he looked down at his beautiful wife. The look upon his face, and the emotion in his deep blue eyes suggested he felt blessed just seeing her face. But he soon turned away, scratching the back of his head moving his legs over the bed. After a quick stretch, he rubbed his left and right shoulder a bit, before standing up. He stood practically naked, wearing only a pair of briefs, his well trained upper and lower body bare. With a second yawn, he made his way towards the bathroom to perform his usual morning ritual. So began the day of William. After nearly an hour and a half of his morning ritual he came out of the bathroom, a small cloud of steam quickly escaping behind him as he stepped out, covered in only a towel wrapped around his waist. No sooner was he out of the bathroom, did he quickly go about putting on a fresh pair of underclothing, before he made his way out of their room, and towards the kitchen connected to their room. It was a relatively new kitchen, fully furnished with what passed for new in the hotel room they were in. In the center of the stone tiled floor stood an island table, made to match the flooring and kitchen counters. William guessed it was the whole traditional theme bit, but the thought stayed with him for about a second before he began to make himself and his wife in bed room something to eat. So another couple minutes passed as he began making breakfast, his long blonde hair tied into a ponytail. It was a new life for him in a sense. He was actually smiling as he was cooking. After he finished, he laid out everything, eating first to allow Chun-Mei to sleep in a little longer, as he had to be at the event earlier than her. After finishing his meal, and ensure to cover Mei’s food to keep it warm, he made his way back to the room, where he began to lay out his uniform. The dark blue of the Imperial Marines, with a red sash that would represent his nobility. On the nearby desk lay all his medals, badges, and his three Order badges. Leaning against it was his gold hilted rapier, with the red and gold braid hanging from the silver skull pummel which represented his title as the Order’s Grand Master and founder. He had a number of awards laid about. All of which he found to be a little pointless but sadly mandatory given his rank, title, and post within the Imperial military. Lastly… laying next to the hilt was his iconic silver mask. William eyed the silver mask for a minute, he was starting to hate wearing it. More so after meeting and marrying Chun-Mei, but in the last year the silver mask staring up at him, had become a uniting symbol for the Empire. William had worn it very little when he was near his daughter and Chun-Mei. He had no reason to, no desire or even wish to put it on. They fixed the issues that often clouded his mind, and had forced him to wear the mask. The scar across his face was only part of the reason. Either way he quickly dismissed the thought as he began the often time consuming effort to get into his new dress uniform. After a little bit, he stood looking at himself through the closet mirror, looking over himself to ensure everything looked good, and even. His medals arranged the over the left breast with the qualification and training badges above, and his two Noble Order badges below. At his side hung his rapier, the braid wrapped around the grip. He gave a small sigh as he was pleased with everything. He finished the overall uniform with the final piece… the silver mask. As he put it on, he could feel that cold and emotionless side of himself come to the surface. He quickly shook his head however, dismissing the though before he grabbed his cap and made his way out of the room. ------- (1 hour later) The drive had proven to be a rather short one… something that surprised even William given how fast the area had repopulated after the original earth based conflicts twenty some years ago. He could only guess it was due to some roads being closed off, or it was a national holiday. Either way he was quick to arrive at the event in time to see people starting to fill the location. As he approached he was quickly greeted by the Imperial Marines serving as his personal guard. A small team of four, two men two women. Each were dressed in suits rather than their dress blues, as to match the crowd, and to hide their personal defence weapons. “Sir. Sergeant Robin Steves, and Alpha team reporting as your guard, sir.” Reported an older gentleman, which looked to be around in his early thirties, short jet black hair, blue eyes, clean shaven the look of the ideal soldier. William gave the man a small nod, “Afternoon Sergeant. I take it everything’s been secured?” “Confirmed. All exits have either a UN or Imperial Marine guarding and watching over each.” His reply was quick and to the point, William liked this man. He knew how to talk to him, which made his and the Sergeants jobs today that much easier. “Thank you Sergeant. I leave my life in yours and your teams hands.” A small smile followed before he made his way past. No sooner had he pasted the team lead the old veteran quickly gave out the signal for the other three to break apart and begin their duty. Keeping at a good, yet close distance to their Commanding officer. William paid no mind to it as he knew these men and women were the best. So after a couple minutes of weaving about William found a nearby refreshment area, under a temporary gazebo to shade the food and drink and those enjoying them. He knew the wine and liquor were for after the speeches so he gratifyingly took a bottle of water, more so given the current temperature. It’d been awhile since he’d come to Earth; the last time being in Moscow where he met Chun-Mei. Though he really didn’t feel like being here, he could already see a number of other Imperial Officers, Senior Non Commissioned Officers, and a wide number of political and business tycoons looking his way, meaning only one thing to him… they were going to try and spark a conversation with him. Ever since he took over the space around Earth and the Moon, there had been a wide number of people asking for an interview or a meeting to discuss possible alliances, business deals, hell… even acting jobs were offered to him; cameos of course, but still. Either way he wasn’t used to this much attention. But he was slowly getting used to it all. What’s more he had gained the ability to avoid the Press more effectively. Either way he ignored the looks as he made his way to his place, a row behind the Empress and top military figures within the UN and Imperial Military. Some might ask why he wasn't in the front, but it was more due to his age and Noble title than anything. Even if the Empress wanted him up there, the government didn't. Lately his rising power in politics had seen him butting heads with a number of rather powerful politicians… the biggest being non other than Patrick Zala the man who lead the Imperial Ministry of Defense and the same man who signed his checks. But like normal, William shoved the thought and issue to the back of his head as the speeches began. Overall it was just the same stuff he’d heard before, although now he was sitting in the back with the big guys, and being guarded rather than being the one to guard. 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| Nova | Jan 16 2015, 07:32 PM Post #9 |
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OF HAPPENINGS!!!
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It was the first time Alexander had walked on the surface of the earth before. A Coordinator born amongst the stars above, the young Royal Guard Lieutenant felt his footsteps become heavier than usual as the Earth's gravity tried pulling him down to it's core every time he moved. Clad in his clean and pressed Royal Guard uniform with medals, badges, ribbons and his Officer's sabre displaying some of the hard-earned achievements of his ongoing military career, Alexander was grateful to be a guest of the event. Remembering that his father's company was one of many financial entities that helped support the Zeon war effort, Alexander felt it was his obligation to attend the memorial that commemorated the three decade long struggle. He was invited to the memorial ceremony as a representative of the powerful Suvorov family and its business conglomerate Suvorov Industries, as well as one of four individuals present who were representatives of the PLANTs territories within the Neo Zeon empire. The speeches being given out were nothing new and their durations was bearable, the heat was another matter entirely. As time dragged on the effects the heat had on Alexander's sabre turned it into something that could only be described as a miniature beam sabre, leaving a mild scorching sensation every time it got into very close proximity with Alexander's legs beneath the uniform. While the speeches dragged on Alexander scanned the crowd out of curiosity, it seemed like virtually every highly ranked key player in Imperial Neon Zeon were in attendance. Even the Beoulve Twins had shown up for the event, while his and their families were still rivals back in PLANTS he had to admit that they did look elegant in their uniforms. Captivating even. However he pushed his thoughts of them aside as neither would likely give him the light of day, instead he focused on locating potential corporate, military and political representatives to do business with. Given the importance and turn out of the event, his chances looked very favourable of yielding beneficial results to him and Suvorov Industries. All he had to do was patiently bide his time until the speeches were over observe who the key players were before making his moves. |
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| Warchester | Jan 16 2015, 09:50 PM Post #10 |
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Professional strength asshole.
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The yammering of the speakers dragged on and on. The heat, despite the shade, was getting to the elder veterans. Gently besides him a man missing a leg and an eye snored softly. He couldn't blame the man this heat was insufferable and yet still these people INSISTED on holding this bloody thing outside during the Australian summer. The Empress, to him she was nothing more than another woman who was in power, stood at the podium now. Inside himself he prayed she'd be merciful and be succinct with her speech. The man previous to her was a veteran but he spoke of the campaign in grandiose terms. Something inside him made him question how much heavy fighting the man had seen. It didn't matter really more so a curiosity that might eventually receive an answer. He'd need to remember the name of that last speaker and get his staff on digging up his file. See if he had seen as much as he let on. He didn't question anyone on stage beside him. They all, from the obvious injuries to how they carried themselves to the look of their faces, had seen some shit like he had. Absently rubbing a place on his thigh where some shrapnel remained from that hellish conflict he scans the crowd. Young and old alike. He recognized some not by name but by face or a similarity to another he knew. His eyes narrowed as his eyes settled on a young Royal Guardsman. The boy, he referred to every male younger than him by a decade or more as boy, was scanning the crowd from his seat. He was looking for someone or someones. His reasons for attending one could assume were not in honor but in selfish advancement. He wouldn't say anything or do anything about it. This was a memorial and would go down, as long as he had a say in it, without incident. No reason to have such a humble event ruined by someone calling someone else out. Then again as his eyes moved over each young Zeke in the crowd he noticed the look of self gratification. This was an annoyance. Not as much as the fact that the old Zeon dress uniform was made of wool and several other hot materials but noticeable none the same. Ceasing his rubbing of the shrapnel wound he plants his eyes on the far wall. Nothing to do now but try and survive this heat. |
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| Muestra | Jan 17 2015, 02:43 AM Post #11 |
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Here they were sitting before the greatest, most influential people in the entirety of the world and Chief Master Sentinel Tana Akaishi had fallen asleep. Snoring softly next to him, eyes closed. This is an outrage! If Muestra had it within his authority to do so he would have had her dishonourably dismissed at that very place and time. The rage boiled over as his normally cool expression twisted into a grimace. He was forced to hold his tongue as the honourable Secretary-General Genjōsai Tamase was mid-speech. <Deep breaths, Deep breaths> Muestra repeated in is mind as a mantra to help calm himself. Shuddering and letting out a strained sigh Muestra returned to his stiff backed resting position. Casting his eyes back up to the stage Muestra caught sight of a number of notable faces he knew from state broadcasts. Amsel Wierstaffen, William Siegfried, Minerva and Artemis Beoulve and the Empress herself. Each know far and wide for their accomplishments and tremendous personal influence and power. Each sat next to each other in a row up on the lightly shaded stage. They shone among their peers from the UN. To Muestra they were the pinnacle of humanity, truly the best of the best. Muestra's breath caught in his throat as the Empress took the stage, her golden hair shining under the scorching sun. Her blue eyes washed over the crowd as a hush fell over all present. All eyes fixed on her Muestra stared up in awe of her beauty and presence and she stared back looking deep into the eyes of all present. This really was the best day of his life. ((Edit: after proofreading I added and single comma.)) Edited by Muestra, Jan 17 2015, 02:46 AM.
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| BNU | Jan 17 2015, 06:42 PM Post #12 |
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The Lieutenant found herself not listening to the speeches being made on stage. Her job was to watch over the many dignitaries and important VIP's from all over the world, not listen to them speaking out to the hearts and minds of those attending, such was the mindset of being a security guard in a multinational gathering filled with high-profiled targets. Her top priority was keeping the UN ambassadors safe above all else, though her secondary priority was to also provide security for the other side attending the memorial, so Celestia was duty bound to also lay her life down on the line to protecting the Neo Zeon ambassadors .. though it appeared they would not need it as she recognized many escort maneuvers and tactics being used by several groups throughout. They had brought guards of their own. Noble. Edited by BNU, Jan 17 2015, 06:42 PM.
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| Esdeath | Jan 18 2015, 09:29 PM Post #13 |
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Gene Mezzrow hadn't ever been to Earth before this week, but he imagined there was no way that the whole planet could be this miserable to live on when so many chose to still live here. Even with the shade provided by the tent that Section 1 was using for security operations durring the memorial, as well as a number of portable fans strewn about, the thermometer still read in at a lovely 95 degrees Fahrenheit. And with the lack of a breeze or shade at the memorial itself, it probably felt like it was over a hundred degrees there. At least the heat wasn't interfering with any of the cameras or other equipment yet, since he and the Technician manning the station weren't having any trouble watching the event from the security feeds and media broadcasts- the latter of which were distractingly on a 10-second delay. The technician, one Anthony Zerreago, had to surround the workstation with most of the fans to keep the systems from overheating, which certainly hadn't helped the heat in the room. Despite that, it seemed to Gene that Anthony was the one who had been complaining about the heat the most despite sitting in the tent the whole time, though not in the ways most people do. "Damnit, this is why I wanted liquid coolant. That way we wouldn't have to throw every fan in the tent on top of the towers, I said. But no, we don't have the budget for that, they said. It's not like it costs THAT much for a tower or three, just around a hundred-" "Oh, get over it already," Gene said, shaking the technician's shoulder a bit. "The budget's been shifted to the military, and that's not likely to change anytime soon. We're lucky we got new hardware for this at all; Hell, my teams are still using gear from the last Civil War." "Yeah, real reassuring," Zerreago quipped back before turning back to the monitors. The cameras set up were meant to cover the whole crowd so that they could have an easier time spotting suspicious behavior, which meant Anthony had a lot to keep his eyes on. Thankfully, there hadn't been any signs of anything suspicious yet; Neither from their cameras, nor from the ones Section 6 set up. Granted, Section 6 was probably wondering where a few of their own fans went, since Anthony borrowed a few early on. "Well, kid, CIB isn't exactly the only agency around anymore. There's two others handling matters we'd previously had to put on the backburner, and frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if a few more wound up getting put together by the end of the year." "Yeah, well, I'd like to go one year- one single, measly year- without our Government undergoing a major overhaul." "Well, the war's over now. You might get your wish." "Can I wish for a decent division budget too?" Gene cracked a bit of a smirk. "Now you might be asking too much. Honestly, as long as this and the Africa speech go off without a hitch, I'll be set for the year." "Knock on wood," cracked the technician, half-jokingly, half superstitiously serious. Hell, Gene even noticed the kid started glancing around for some actual wood to knock on, like Zeon would put in the budget for something as expensive as wood field desks. "Eh, in any case, besides us and those guys over at Section 6, we've got several other groups keeping a close eye on the memorial. Local police, National Guard, Imperial Knights- Hell, I'm sure the UN's own intelligence agencies are keeping tabs on the whole thing themselves, too." "Weren't there, like, only three Knights here though?" "...Shut up and watch the damn screens. Radio me if there's something suspicious, alright?" "Yeah, yeah, I got ya." |
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| Aurius | Jan 20 2015, 03:05 AM Post #14 |
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This familiar gravity. It had been around...God it had to be thirty years. Thirty years since Garron Frieden, Vice Admiral and Commander of the Zeonic Imperial Navy, had touched Earth. He was not looking forward to the experience. The One Year War had been one of the most trying times in his life; as it had for a great many people. While his service had been in South-East Asia during the war, the semi-arid desert was a familiar sight to him. He scowled looking over the great desert towards the memorial site; a few buildings and a great crowd of people gathered around. "It must be completely insulting to anyone with half a brain." he muttered, reaching into his coat to root around for something. In the seat next to him, one of the Vice Admiral's aides, a young lieutenant, turned towards him, his interest suddenly piqued. "What could be an insult about putting up a OYW memorial, sir?" Finding his humidor, finally, he pulled it forth. A lovely little box, case covered in mother of pearl with a bronze and silver inlay, the old Zeonic crest pressed firmly into its cover. Placing a cigar in his mouth, purposely keeping the "young man" waiting, he lit it with a match, slowly breathing in to flare it up. He let a gout of smoke fill the cabin of the humvee as they rolled along, nearing the site now. "Must be offensive to the old folks that live around here, those that are still sane enough to remember. Sure, its nice enough for the Zeek and Ex-Feds who are up on that stage right now, but in January '78, Sydney was a living hell, what was left of it anyway." Taking a puff, he let the moment sit again before continuing. "It's like if the Feddie forces had put up a memorial in Side 3. The whole thing...its in bad taste and its insulting." Quickly replying, the Admiral's aide leaned in. "But sir, its a neutral affair; it may lead to a more lasting peace." "It likely won't; I foresee this statue being a topic of controversy. It'll likely be defaced...in the very least. All this is...is a big business deal, and a "subtle" fuck you to the former Earth Federation, regardless of being a..." He paused once more, taking another puff from his cigar, before continuing in a mocking tone. "...neutral affair." Slowly, the humvee crawled to a stop, several individuals stepped out of the row of cars, most in suits, blending into the crowd. Garron himself adjusted his tie and cuffs. Tossing his coat to his aid, he snuffed out his cigar on his shoe, stuffing it back into his humidor. "Best that I put it out, before I clearly do something insulting, like enjoying a cigar at a memorial." Stepping out into the crowd, he quickly blended in. He had no desire to be here, much less be on that stage. Still, he had to get involved; it was his way of being. |
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| Leo | Jan 20 2015, 05:19 PM Post #15 |
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![]() The UN's Orbital Elevator Construction Zone stood behind them, an artificial island was where they were nearby the Island of Nauru, Micronesia, Central Pacific, Oceania. Oceania owned the vast majority of the islands on the pacific, or the Coalition of South East Asian Nations (COSEAN) or Hawaii which was American. A few passing clouds came overhead to bring relief to those sitting there for the tropical island memorial service as the young blonde haired Empress began her speech in earnest as a light sea breeze brushed her hair slight across her face. (This is not on the Australian continent is what I'm saying, though the elevator hasn't finished construction yet obviously.) "Admiral Everett Marius Halsey, Killed in Action during the One Week Battle and posthumously promoted from Rear Admiral. Rear-Admiral Alan Everett Halsey, Killed in Action during the Battle of Colony Sakura and posthumously promoted from Captain. On my Mother's side, the Ambrose family lost their patriarch as well while serving Zeon. Vice-Admiral Kurt Ambrose Jr., Killed in Action during the Battle of Colony Sakura and posthumously promoted from Commodore. While my father's family could take the loss of the main bread winner of the family, my mother's weren't so lucky. They were forced to move to the Moon, to Von Braun and my mother became an Engineer for Anaheim Electronics where should eventually meet my father and have me on the Moon. Two Halsey men were lost in the One Year War and one Ambrose, an Oceanian family with a proud and dignified history of military service. Future wars would have us lose nearly every Halsey male, my younger brother the former Prince of Oceania becoming the sole remaining survivor. Bradley James Halsey dies during the Titans Rebellion, killed by my father in Mobile Suit combat. Charles Alan Halsey dies in the First Neo-Zeon War as a mobile suit pilot by February 24th, UC0096. My father served in all these conflicts himself, yet he raised us on Earth to be men and women that would bring pride to the name we bore, bring honor to a lineage well-known for its honor. He taught Marius Jr. and myself what was right and wrong. That old grudges and old scores are for children, that one must complete their duty, do what is best for the world. We act with caution, with respect to the past yet move forward diligently to better ourselves and the world around. Believe me, my father did not want a military life for either of us... Yet this is a man who was respected as a Captain on all sides, a Mobile Suit pilot and a Ship Captain beloved on every crew he served. A Captain under Yuriko Otsuji during the Second Neo-Zeon War. His final battle was on his homeland, Oceania. In the end, he fought against Admiral Travick's attempts stranglehold the government with military. He fought for the Earth Commonwealth, for his beliefs and principles, for his children who were both Newtypes and would only be seen as weapons to Travick and his followers. It was around this time that the Colonies came together in the same mission, to remove a tyrant from power. Starting a war of aggression with Earth simply due to whims, for the sake of conquering Earth yet it only ended in pure and utter failure. The government of Haman Karn found the straw that broke the camel's back, the will of the people wanted her ousted yet she tried to keep her firm grasp as Regent. A war erupted with Elisia Weissritter starting her Red Sleeve Revolution, a staunch and firm believer in Deikunism and Contolism. The Zabist Royalists knew very well that Haman Harn held no ties to the Zabi family, her claims to power very weakened and she was driven out of Side 3 with her supporters and rode out of the Earth Sphere on an Asteroid base, likely hoping to return one day to bring more discord into the Colonies. Two leaders have risen and fallen in that time and now I stand before you a born Lunarian, raised Earthnoid and I live the life of a Spacenoid now. When Kei Renzo Zabi revealed to me his identity, I knew that I wasn't tied to silly things like hatreds and grudges that have gone on for generations making us all weary of war and perpetually killing one another. Side 3 was my home, Travick had always been an enemy to the Commonwealth and to Zeon alike. It made no difference, and the man knew what he was doing was wrong. Many ships, soldiers and pilots out there began helping Zeon forces take out Travick's forces. The world came together for a cause, like the Battle of Colony Sakura incident many years before. Today many of those who came to our side that day now serve the United Nations, the Imperial Zeonic Royal Guard, the Imperial Armada and Imperial Marines of Zeon. I've done my best to bring the world together as best as I can, I've lost as much as anyone in these times of war but I will try to keep the future secure for my daughter, and for Kieran... and for the rest of Zeon. The PLANTs have joined the fold and we've increased the power of the Unified Colonial Parliament, with the current ruling government working with me as the will of the people. Now more than ever Zeon is free. As Empress, I am an instrument of the people. Zeon is rebuilding, Zeon is strong and will be stronger than ever before. The Frontier Side Construction Project and the Orbital Elevator Construction Project both will bring the Colonies to the future. Peace can be achieved if we strive for it, we're here to show our respect to those who are gone, to the past but we can move forward from that with the wisdom learned from those past experiences. While this doesn't necessarily make relations any different between us and Earth besides this day... Let it be known that the Zeonic Empire wants peace throughout the Earth Sphere, through the Colonies. We are the legitimate Zeon, a Zeon that spans the Earth-Sphere doing its duty and responsibilities to its people rather than starting war for its own sake. Imperial Zeon, far and away from Haman Karn's Neo-Zeon, we rise above the ashes working towards a peaceful tomorrow. One where war will not be the cause of death for our loved ones, but rather the quiet natural deaths we all deserve after living a life fulfilled and well-lived. Thank you for your time ladies and gentlemen." The sun shone upon the Empress as she finished, going between the clouds the sunshine beamed as she gleamed herself. 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| Peace_Creed | Jan 20 2015, 10:48 PM Post #16 |
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Peace listened to the speech the Empress gave. It was a wonderful speech filled with what people wanted to hear. Peace loosened his collar as he tried to get some air flow to his body, and cool air into his uniform. The ceremony had to be halfway through by now; or so one would have thought. Peace quickly glanced over the heads of the crowd; several people stood idle, posed as guards, looking over the crowd themselves, as well as the various VIPs that were on either side of the war currently sitting upon the stage. It was now hotter than it was before as the day became later. Peace caught the last few sentences of the Empresses' speech. "We are the legitimate Zeon, a Zeon that spans the Earth-Sphere doing its duty and responsibilities to its people rather than starting war for its own sake. Imperial Zeon, far and away from Haman Karn's Neo-Zeon, we rise above the ashes working towards a peaceful tomorrow." Peace gave a slight twist of his face upon hearing this, he was rather in more of awe, then shock. He looked subtly around at the people next to them, their blank faces was now a surprise to him; had anyone been paying attention in the crowd? Or was the speech designed to give people the hope they wanted to hear? Peace was uneasy about this feeling, and thought upon it, the words echoing in his head. A new name for the same empire; a false propagation for the same notions your predecessors had. This is a farce. Peace thought to himself as he readjusted his uniform and brushed a few beads of sweat from his face away. With the Empresses' speech over and a loud applause, a standing applause of notation, Peace made his escape through the standing crowd and down the isle heading to the back to get out of the heat of the crowd. Peace readjusted his uniform, making it look pristine despite various marks of sweat drops. How much longer is this silly memorial service? I have work to complete, as well as the investigation of Side 3's debris. Peace thought to himself as he stood at an ease, clapping slightly to the dying applause. Looks, like I'll be running here, and there, and all throughout this atmosphere and to the Sides; Good thing I have some of the fastest units to get me back and forth. Peace thought; thinking more about what was to come and not what was going on now. |
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| William Siegfried | Jan 22 2015, 09:20 PM Post #17 |
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William sat silently as the speakers went on about the war, their experiences, ect, ect. As much of a sad story and history as it was, William had gone through his own hell in the battlefield, and many who were talking were acting as if they had been the only ones to have had death knock on their door. It was disgusting sight to see how most of the older generations made it seem like no other generation would or could go through what they had... It annoyed him to no end, but he pushed it aside, rather choosing to keep silent and keep the look of calm, his silver mask doing well to conceal his annoyance. But thankfully the Empress came up to the podium and started to give her own well thought out and written speech. He nodded a few times before she had finished. Overall it was fairly well done, some parts could've been touched upon further but overall it was a fairly well done speech under the time constants. So when she was finished he looked around waiting to see if anyone else would rise up to give some sort of speech. Thankfully none were coming up, which meant he'd be able to get some water to help him re-hydrate. Being a coordinator meant you sweat more during the heat to help prevent you from getting the ill effects natural would suffer. When everyone began to stand up and clap, he followed suit, his white gloved hands doing well to generate some sound. And once the Empress was done, and made her way back to the front row William sat down the moment she did, just as many others had done. His only concern now was whether or not something would be happening after the speech's. He really wasn't looking forward to the after party, so he hopped something would happen in space to give him the much needed excuse to leave this once beautiful world corrupted by greed and hate.... And the grave of his parents. ((OOC: Sorry it's short, wasn't able to come up with a lot since there was very little to work with.)) |
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| Warchester | Jan 22 2015, 11:29 PM Post #18 |
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Finally, after sitting through speech after speech and thinly veiled self gratification it was over. Rising to his feet with a soft grunt he aids the nearest veterans up so they could finally get out of this heat. Moments later they were in the air conditioned room and he and the other veterans were drinking water quickly trying to cool themselves and rehydrate. In one corner of the room a pianist tickled the faux ivory keys. Along a side wall were other refreshments and in another corner was a bar. He'd not been the only old one to notice the bar. As quickly as their old bodies could go the group of old timers, sticking together so as to not be dragged into conversation with the younger generations, made their way to the bar. The orders were quick and simple things. Beer mostly some whiskies and a few wines for those that wanted it. With drinks in hand they eyed each other and raised glasses though they did not touch them together. The thought was the same amongst them all as they glanced around their group of twenty or so. 'To the fallen, may their memory never be forgotten. To peace, may a time come soon where war is an outdated construct. And to health.' Glasses, mugs, and tumblers were downed quickly and set back upon the bar to await refill. They'd taken up about half the bar stools so that those with fake limbs and those infirm enough to be unable to stand long could sit down. Quietly they all stood looking at each other. Feds intermixed with Zekes. Then, quietly they began sharing their deployment information. A few from the America's campaign. Another from Australia and one from the Asian campaign. And a few from the Europe campaign. A few Zeke's besides himself had been there for the sacking of Baikonur. The conversation halted as, what during their time would have been a bridge bunny, brought over small napkins with crackers and tiny slices of ham and cheese on them. As she departed the conversation began again. "Anyone here at San Diego?" A little murmuring about what they'd experienced or heard about said action. Then another battle or city followed by more of the same. Finally, a sore subject came up for him. "Anyone at Volgograd?" He downed the rest of his whiskey while nodding his response. "Yeah..." he said motioning for another. "Hell of fight that one was," the wrinkled fellow veteran said. "Yeah, heard that the Euro-forces really struggled to take that city," said a fellow Zeke veteran. "Severe lack of intel," said a female veteran of the Federation. "No... That city was just a death trap. No amount of intel could have saved either side from that meat grinder," he said taking the refilled tumbler. "Old 20th century Soviet built buildings combined with narrow streets and haphazardly added in new buildings from various other periods. All built with tons of concrete and rebar. We could have hammered that city for a month with heavy arty and it wouldn't have done dick to it." "Didn't two Zeke army units need to work together to take that city?" asked the female Fed vet. "Yeah," he said between sips, "It wasn't that you Feds had forces in there we couldn't dislodge or anything it was the partisans and the block by block infantry fighting combined with both sides being forced to fight in extremely cramped quarters with relatively new tech." Nods from the Federation veterans of that fight before one asked, "What group were you with?" "5th army," he said not liking the direction this was taking. "So you were fighting in the center of the city then?" "Yeap," he said setting the empty again tumbler on the bar top and motioning for a beer. "Mind if I ask you what squad?" He paused at that. Debating if he should answer. "Don't if you'd rather not say..." came the other old voice. "No... I was in 6th squadron. Leader of Lancer team. We took the city center four days after the fighting began for Volgograd and had to fight in close quarters with MG's and hawks," he said rubbing the back of his neck absently. "I'm sorry..." "Don't be," was the general feeling between the members of their little group. With that talking shifted away from Volgograd to his relief. He didn't like talking about it. He'd not talked about it to anyone besides those that he'd served with in that hell hole. Casting his eyes out over the crowd he scans the younger people. No doubt they felt that they too had sacrificed much for their respective countries. They had that was no doubt. But the younger Zeke's forgot one thing. IF it were not for the fellow Zeke veterans he stood with now they may not be calling themselves Zekes at this moment. They'd never ask for the thank you. IT wasn't their style as a generation that had seen so much death in a single year. And those that did demand the respect hadn't seen nearly half the shit they'd seen. 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| BNU | Jan 23 2015, 10:07 PM Post #19 |
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When the proceedings had finally moved indoors, the UN security and out of uniform Marines Celestia was with followed, herself with them. It was nice to see intermingling colors, the Lieutenant had not expected something such as this to ever happen. Everyone she had known on the other side only wanted to shoot and kill her, the only face she saw being their mobile suits and the muzzle flash of their weaponry. Taking up a position in the corner of the room to get a better angle at all the notable UN, Ex-Federation, Zeon and special dignitaries, Celestia found herself slightly taken aback by all the conversation going on around her between people that once swore an oath to a flag in order to fight and kill each other. Perhaps the Captain sending her here with a complimentary security detail from the Ra Cailum was unnecessary after all. |
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| Muestra | Jan 26 2015, 12:45 AM Post #20 |
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With the speeches over the guests were instructed to move to the reception area. As the crowd began to thin the first concern Muestra had was for the officer sleeping next to him. She showed no signs of waking up anytime soon and it was most likely due to the fact that they had been shipped in from the other side of the globe to attend. <What am I to do with her?> Muestra thought to himself with a slightly puzzled expression. He was stumped. He didn't want to leave her there to bake in the sun but he really wanted to go rub shoulders with the rich and famous as soon as he could. Sighing in defeat he lifted Tana up off of her chair and ferried her to the nearest first aid tent. Placing her in the bed to be cared for by the nursing staff he rushed off the the reception. Entering the hall the first thing anyone did was breath a sigh of relief as the cool air conditioned air washed over them. The relief was palpable. Dignitaries and notables from all over the earth sphere mingled with each other over drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Grizzled veterans loitered about near the bar swapping war stories. The atmosphere was thick and many people we reflecting on the events of the past. He helped himself to some simple appetisers and made his way to one of the edges of the room, he was never much of a drinker so he avoided the bar as best he could. The eternal wall flower Muestra busied himself eating while taking in the room. He was still amazed at all the famous faces but something dawned on him, he had no idea what he should do now without his excuse to be there he had no hope of getting an introduction to anyone else. He thought he was happy to be a spectator but he was soo close! He had to take action! So it was that Muestra stood at the side of the room working up the courage to introduce himself to anyone. |
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| Esdeath | Jan 29 2015, 03:43 AM Post #21 |
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Crowe wouldn't exactly be the first to admit he was glad he could leave now, but he certainly wasn't the last. With the speeches over, Crowe finally had an opportunity to escape Tobback's inane bantering, and the first chance he got, he lost his fellow Rear Admiral and went inside. Looking behind him, it seemed Tobback had found someone new to bother with his bantering- Crowe's own Executive Officer, one Commodore Lidia Budanova. The woman was eight years the Vice Admiral's senior, and had a history of punching out mouthy officers in the past, comparative rank be damned. Judging from how quickly Crowe could hear the woman tensing up, he could hazard a guess that by the end of the night, Tobback would be spending a night in a sick bay with Lidia spending a night in the brig. Crow imagined Lidia would find it worth punching the portly windbag out though, so he didn't feel too bad about leaving her in that situation by herself to begin with. Once inside, Crowe made his way over to a corner of the main hall and produced a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, planning on having a smoke. He thumbed a cigarette out of the pack, placed it to his mouth, and went to grab his lighter from his other pocket only to find the lighter missing. He patted himself down, trying to see if the lighter was in another pocket, but to no avail. Thankfully, after a moment or so, Crowe heard the click of a lighter igniting not too far from his face, where the tip of his cigarette would be. He wasn't exactly sure who his benefactor was, but Crowe was surprised he didn't hear them walk up, even in a place this crowded. Pocketing the pack of cigarettes, Crowe took a puff of the one lit in his mouth right now before the man who lit Crowe's cigarette spoke up with a surprisingly deep voice. "A smoker losing their lighter. That's not something you see every day," the man said, holding out his hand for Crowe to shake; He must've known sight was a sore spot for Crowe, since his inflection didn't change much with Crowe's knee-jerk reaction of a scowl. "Ah, right, sorry about that. Don't usually think about figures of speech when using them, you know?" After a beat of leaving the man standing there with his hand extended, Crowe finally responded. "You know, I've heard the voices of a lot of major officers in Zeon, as well as a fair number within the Federation. And yet, I don't think I recognize yours." "Right, right. Commander Herod. Jarod Herod. It's an honor to meet you, Vice Admiral Gilmour." Jarod Herod...? Oh, right, Tobback's executive officer. Crowe hadn't ever met the man before, but he remembered hearing that Commander Herod here was a former Red Sleeve- A helmsman, which was a rare position to get promoted up like that outside of field promotions from a Captain dying or something. From the sound of it though, the man was actually a competent tactician... And God knew Zeon would need one in Africa eventually given Tobback's behavior. "Ah, right," Crowe nodded, "Vice Admiral Tobback did mention you. Not much, but with that man's ego, that's probably a good sign." "With that man's ego, I'm amazed no one's attempted to frag him-" Almost on cue, a loud crack followed by a slightly quieter but far heavier thud rang out in the hall. While everyone else, Commander Herod included, turned to see what happened, Crowe already had figured it out. He could hear the sound of Commodore Budanova shaking her hand out from pain, as well as her trademark Russian vulgarities, but Tobback was uncharacteristically silent. Reason stood that Lidia had given the fat bastard one hell of a haymaker- With any luck, he wouldn't even remember what happened when he woke up, but if he did, it seemed Lidia would be spending time in the brig after all. "...Isn't that your own Executive Officer?" Commander Herod asked, catching Crowe's attention again. "If it is, she might be the first person to assault a superior officer and get away with it." "You really think Vice Admiral Tobback won't have her court-marshalled or at least thrown in the brig, huh?" "I don't think anyone will admit to seeing her punch him. He wasn't exactly quiet with his anti-Earth ranting during the ceremony earlier." "...Fair point. I hope you're right about that, I'd hate to lose a good XO." |
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| Warchester | Feb 10 2015, 02:13 AM Post #22 |
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Professional strength asshole.
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((Because two of you haven't posted and I'm tired of waiting.)) Eventually the band took a break and left the piano unaccompanied. The veterans made note of this and slipped over and one seated himself and began to tickle the ivories. One remained at the bar having learned long ago his voice was not meant for song but loaned itself readily to cadence. Sipping his whiskey he listens as softly at first and growing to an almost choir like surge of song. He shook his head as he took a seat at the bar now that the seats were available. Looking over at his fellow veterans he listens to them sing the dated old tune from their youths. Removing his cap he sets it on the bar before him before finishing his drink. Setting a drink before him the bar keep leans in. "Hard to believe they get along as well as they do." "Mmm," was his reply as he rubbed his sore leg. "But I suppose that after thirty years the animosity would have gone away," he said taking a glass and beginning the dry it. "Well, its more like we have more in common now than we did then. Both of our nations are not as they were then. We're all older. Some of us grandparents. And we all survived when many did not. I suppose those things make it easier to not see the old enemy so close to you," he said taking a sip of the drink. "I wouldn't know what its like to be in a situation like that." "Oh?" "Yeah, medically unable to join due to a bad valve in my heart." "Good enough reason I suppose." Moving to another part of the counter to take care of other drink orders the bar keep begins chatting with other party goers. Sighing softly as the rest of the old heads began another song he continues to listen. A few days prior to this event he'd been given his new posting after coming off temporary retirement. The garrison of Ao Baoa Qu and the whole of the third side. He'd been given his ships and the roster of his crews. he was happy to see that a good number of his captains were well seasoned and former Red Sleeve commanders. He wouldn't have question of their abilities and loyalty to him and the peoples of Zeon. He'd be meeting the fleet at Side 3 and their he'd take assessment of the skills of his pilots. All one hundred forty four of them. He had much work ahead of him. Though for now he'd enjoy the party as best he could. |
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