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The cool, almost sterile-feeling of the liminal space that was the inside of Handler Walter's sleeping quarters was a familiar, yet strange comfort. In this race to the Coral, it was almost a necessity for independent handlers to be safely off planet to avoid all of the conflict and betrayal that came with having no solid corporate backing or a safe house to hide in away from the titanic Armored Cores that ran the planets surface, carrying out various missions in the stead of their Corporate handlers. Running a hand down his grizzled, pale face, Handler Walter sat up from the half-stiff mattress underneath him and looked out the window that showcased the vast expanse of space and the planet below.
Today was the day. Although it didn't show on his face outwardly, he was worried; worried that this hound that he acquired wouldn't be as effective as he was hoping her to be, that he was wasting his time yet again. He couldn't think like that. He had to keep his thoughts in line. This was his last chance to get someone down there and have them do what he needed done
Rising from the bed, the salt-n-pepper haired man went about his morning routine; getting a shower, dressing himself, eating breakfast, and reading through his logs. There weren't many logs to read as they hadn't even landed on planet yet, but old habits die hard. It was nearly time to wake up his hound, C4-621, for the mission. At least, if she wasn't already awake and getting ready. Cup of coffee in hand, Walter leaves the confines of his quarters, his gaze steady as he looks ahead of him.
It wasn't a long walk to the bunk quarters of the ship, all empty except for 621 and her scarce belongings. He knew that she was a 4th gen, and had previously killed her old handlers; leaders from the Hades Syndicate. It didn't seem to be an unstable break, at least from what he gleaned from the paperwork. It seemed to be targeted rather than wide spread, despite how explosive it was. He could only speculate what they had done to cause such a reaction, though he thought it might have something to do with the re-education.
Approaching the white door of the sleeping chambers for his hounds, Walter knocked. "621," he called out, announcing his presence. "The time for rest is over. I've got a job for you. Get up, get ready, and meet me in lunch room to discuss the details," He didn't want to walk in without knocking, just in case his theory of her being more stable than believed was false. Turning and walking away, Walter took a draught of his coffee as he went to check and make sure that there were at least some ingredients for the hound to make herself some food for breakfast. Satisfied that there were ingredients, he takes a seat at the head of the table and nurses his mug of coffee, waiting for the new hound to make her appearance.
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Flashes of red and pinks shot across Elliot's vision as the early morning sun cascaded in through the small window in her private room, causing the redhead to groan tonelessly. She didn't need to start her day for another half an hour, but it seemed that the sun had other ideas. Taking a deep breath, the short AC pilot pulled herself out of the covers and placed both feet onto the floor. Today was her first mission with one of the others instead of by herself. She hadn't had much interaction with the others yet, aside from getting food from the communal eating area. She wasn't shy by any means, but she didn't quite feel like part of the team just yet. It was hard to feel like part of the team when she had a hard time participating in the banter between teammates as effectively as the others.
So she kept her head down, and spent the majority of her time working on her AC, doing training drills on the AllMind system to keep her skills sharp, or doing solo jobs here on Rubicon. It didn't mean she didn't give her teammates a friendly smile as she passed them, or saw them in the lounge area, but she kept her interactions to a minimum.
In truth she didn't want them to find out about her weakness. They were an Elitist group, and had a sinking feeling that if they found out she had flaws from her original augmentation, they would look down on her for it. Despite the augmentation upgrade to 9th generation, she still had permanent damage from the original surgery. Thankfully it wasn't anything that limited her ability as a pilot. It was just annoying. She continued along with her morning routine; showering, rubbing scar gel on her surgery scars, and getting dressed.
Now dressed in her flight suit and ready for the day, V. IX Huntress headed out of her room, shutting it behind her gently. All she needed to do now was make breakfast, and then she would hopefully be on time to meet V.II Snail for the mission briefing. 'No, would be on time,' She thought to herself as she strode with purpose down the hallway and into the communal area. Not many of the pilots were in there, to her relief. Not only could she avoid conversation, but they were also all taller than her and it was a tad intimidating.
There were many options, ranging from nutritional shakes, to rations, to full blown ingredients and pre-made foods for them to access. The shakes and rations were free, but she would have to pay for anything else. Deciding on just a nutritional shake, Elliot grabbed a strawberry one from corporate refridgerator and started to head towards the meeting room. By the time she was halfway there, she had finished it and tossed it in the appropriate receptical. She was so focused on getting to the brief that she didn't notice another in the hallway with her, heading in the same direction.
Today was the day. Although it didn't show on his face outwardly, he was worried; worried that this hound that he acquired wouldn't be as effective as he was hoping her to be, that he was wasting his time yet again. He couldn't think like that. He had to keep his thoughts in line. This was his last chance to get someone down there and have them do what he needed done
Rising from the bed, the salt-n-pepper haired man went about his morning routine; getting a shower, dressing himself, eating breakfast, and reading through his logs. There weren't many logs to read as they hadn't even landed on planet yet, but old habits die hard. It was nearly time to wake up his hound, C4-621, for the mission. At least, if she wasn't already awake and getting ready. Cup of coffee in hand, Walter leaves the confines of his quarters, his gaze steady as he looks ahead of him.
It wasn't a long walk to the bunk quarters of the ship, all empty except for 621 and her scarce belongings. He knew that she was a 4th gen, and had previously killed her old handlers; leaders from the Hades Syndicate. It didn't seem to be an unstable break, at least from what he gleaned from the paperwork. It seemed to be targeted rather than wide spread, despite how explosive it was. He could only speculate what they had done to cause such a reaction, though he thought it might have something to do with the re-education.
Approaching the white door of the sleeping chambers for his hounds, Walter knocked. "621," he called out, announcing his presence. "The time for rest is over. I've got a job for you. Get up, get ready, and meet me in lunch room to discuss the details," He didn't want to walk in without knocking, just in case his theory of her being more stable than believed was false. Turning and walking away, Walter took a draught of his coffee as he went to check and make sure that there were at least some ingredients for the hound to make herself some food for breakfast. Satisfied that there were ingredients, he takes a seat at the head of the table and nurses his mug of coffee, waiting for the new hound to make her appearance.
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Flashes of red and pinks shot across Elliot's vision as the early morning sun cascaded in through the small window in her private room, causing the redhead to groan tonelessly. She didn't need to start her day for another half an hour, but it seemed that the sun had other ideas. Taking a deep breath, the short AC pilot pulled herself out of the covers and placed both feet onto the floor. Today was her first mission with one of the others instead of by herself. She hadn't had much interaction with the others yet, aside from getting food from the communal eating area. She wasn't shy by any means, but she didn't quite feel like part of the team just yet. It was hard to feel like part of the team when she had a hard time participating in the banter between teammates as effectively as the others.
So she kept her head down, and spent the majority of her time working on her AC, doing training drills on the AllMind system to keep her skills sharp, or doing solo jobs here on Rubicon. It didn't mean she didn't give her teammates a friendly smile as she passed them, or saw them in the lounge area, but she kept her interactions to a minimum.
In truth she didn't want them to find out about her weakness. They were an Elitist group, and had a sinking feeling that if they found out she had flaws from her original augmentation, they would look down on her for it. Despite the augmentation upgrade to 9th generation, she still had permanent damage from the original surgery. Thankfully it wasn't anything that limited her ability as a pilot. It was just annoying. She continued along with her morning routine; showering, rubbing scar gel on her surgery scars, and getting dressed.
Now dressed in her flight suit and ready for the day, V. IX Huntress headed out of her room, shutting it behind her gently. All she needed to do now was make breakfast, and then she would hopefully be on time to meet V.II Snail for the mission briefing. 'No, would be on time,' She thought to herself as she strode with purpose down the hallway and into the communal area. Not many of the pilots were in there, to her relief. Not only could she avoid conversation, but they were also all taller than her and it was a tad intimidating.
There were many options, ranging from nutritional shakes, to rations, to full blown ingredients and pre-made foods for them to access. The shakes and rations were free, but she would have to pay for anything else. Deciding on just a nutritional shake, Elliot grabbed a strawberry one from corporate refridgerator and started to head towards the meeting room. By the time she was halfway there, she had finished it and tossed it in the appropriate receptical. She was so focused on getting to the brief that she didn't notice another in the hallway with her, heading in the same direction.