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Luna's Concubine
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Robotech - Tales of the UEEF (Main)
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Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Welcome aboard the Ikazuchi Class Command Cruiser MacArthur. You are the newest members of the United Earth Expeditionary Forces, better known as the UEEF (or sometimes the Robotech Expeditionary Forces AKA REF). As a part of the Third Armored Expeditionary Division, you are expected to maintain the highest levels of discipline, performance and dedication as you represent Earth in our struggle to form a lasting peace with the Robotech Masters. I am sure you will do us all proud.
From the time you have left Earth, you were in the middle of intense training onboard the Fabricator Ship Atlas, working to learn the in's and out's of the very latest in Robotechnology. But for one reason or another, you have all found yourselves gravitating towards the venerable Valkyrie style Veritech fighter. Perhaps you are all just a touch Old School, or you were drawn to the Valkyrie from all the film footage of the heroic defenders waging a David vs. Goliath battle against the massed Zentraedi fleet. Whatever the cause, you leave the training rooms behind as you transfer over to the MacArthur with your heads held high as a part of the Flight Wing of the massive and powerful ship.
Reporting in with the ship's CAG, you find yourselves being sent along with the other new graduates to a briefing room where you can all check in at once with room to spare. There is a mixed bag of Marine and Navy Aviators here, all of which you have at least a passing familiarity with from your many months of intensive flight training. Everyone is excited to find out what your unit assignments will be, and speculation is running rampant until one of the side doors open up and four figures come walking in, two men and two women. A voice calls out, "Attention!" and all the idle conversation is cut short as everyone in the room leaps to their feet.
The first person is a short, squat tank of a man, with the rank tabs of a Master Chief Sergeant, marking him a very high ranking Marine NCO (E-9, to be exact). As lieutenants, you all may outrank him, but he is the top of the enlisted food chain and has been in the service since before many of you were born. Not a man to overlook. His name tag on his uniform says 'Higgs'.
The second man is a Navy Lieutenant Commander (a O-4 to your O-2's). Not nearly as hard as Master Chief Higgs, Lt. Commander Holston still has the look of a man that can hold his own in a fight. You recognize the name as belonging to the CAG (Commander Air Group) of the ship.
The first woman looks good in her Navy uniform, with a small pin of a Ikazuchi Cruiser pinned to her collar and the rank of Captain. This marks her as the master of the ship. She is an older woman, with just a touch of grey in her hair, and she carries herself with an assured air about her. Her name tag on her uniform says 'Romanov', giving some measure of truth that the officers in charge of the 3rd AED are all hand-picked from the old Soviet Union by Admiral Kuzuzov, AKA the Czar.
The last woman is a Marine Major (also a O-4), looking like a recruiter's dream of the perfect soldier. Her dark skin and short cropped black hair look quite good as she stands there at the side of the Lt. Commander and the Captain. Her name tag says 'Grant'.
The Lt. Commander takes to the podium first. "As ease. Take your seats." He waits for everyone to sit down once more before continuing. "Welcome aboard the MacArthur. I am the CAG, Commander Holston, and as such, I am responsible for all flight assignments and squad deployments. My door is always open, but if you wake my ass up, you had better have a damn good reason." He smiles, but somehow you know that he's not kidding. "I am now sending to you data packets with your room and bunk assignments, along with your squadron assignments. Some of you are being attached to existing squads, but some of you are your own team, newly formed here for your duty assignments." He lets everyone take a moment to see what has just been sent out to you before continuing. "If you have any questions or concerns, bring them up with your squadron leader first, unless your issue is with him or her. If that's the case, come see me and I will resolve it, one way or another. Just remember, we are all on the same team, and we will be working together for a long time. Now, Capt. Romanov has a few words to say to you."
Swapping places with the CAG, Capt. Romanov steps forward. At this point, she gives you a brief welcome speech, saying pretty much the same kind of stuff you heard from Commander Holston, how glad she is to have you onboard, and how if there is ever anything you need, her door is always open. She then steps aside to let Major Grant take the stand. She doesn't smile as she looks you over. "You might think you've made it, but let me tell you this: You are all so green that you could hide in my mother's flower garden and never be found. Listen to me and to your fellow pilots and we will teach you how to be a real pilot. Basic Training may have been rough for some of you, but I promise that if there are any of you that cannot do the job, I will break you from flight status so fast your heads will spin. Am I clear?" She nods with the resounding, "YES, SIR!" she get from the massed pilots in front of her. "Good. Now, get to your rooms and stow your gear, then check in with your squadron leaders. Do you have any questions?"
WlfSamurai
Orikanyo
Epiphany
Psychie
From the time you have left Earth, you were in the middle of intense training onboard the Fabricator Ship Atlas, working to learn the in's and out's of the very latest in Robotechnology. But for one reason or another, you have all found yourselves gravitating towards the venerable Valkyrie style Veritech fighter. Perhaps you are all just a touch Old School, or you were drawn to the Valkyrie from all the film footage of the heroic defenders waging a David vs. Goliath battle against the massed Zentraedi fleet. Whatever the cause, you leave the training rooms behind as you transfer over to the MacArthur with your heads held high as a part of the Flight Wing of the massive and powerful ship.
Reporting in with the ship's CAG, you find yourselves being sent along with the other new graduates to a briefing room where you can all check in at once with room to spare. There is a mixed bag of Marine and Navy Aviators here, all of which you have at least a passing familiarity with from your many months of intensive flight training. Everyone is excited to find out what your unit assignments will be, and speculation is running rampant until one of the side doors open up and four figures come walking in, two men and two women. A voice calls out, "Attention!" and all the idle conversation is cut short as everyone in the room leaps to their feet.
The first person is a short, squat tank of a man, with the rank tabs of a Master Chief Sergeant, marking him a very high ranking Marine NCO (E-9, to be exact). As lieutenants, you all may outrank him, but he is the top of the enlisted food chain and has been in the service since before many of you were born. Not a man to overlook. His name tag on his uniform says 'Higgs'.
The second man is a Navy Lieutenant Commander (a O-4 to your O-2's). Not nearly as hard as Master Chief Higgs, Lt. Commander Holston still has the look of a man that can hold his own in a fight. You recognize the name as belonging to the CAG (Commander Air Group) of the ship.
The first woman looks good in her Navy uniform, with a small pin of a Ikazuchi Cruiser pinned to her collar and the rank of Captain. This marks her as the master of the ship. She is an older woman, with just a touch of grey in her hair, and she carries herself with an assured air about her. Her name tag on her uniform says 'Romanov', giving some measure of truth that the officers in charge of the 3rd AED are all hand-picked from the old Soviet Union by Admiral Kuzuzov, AKA the Czar.
The last woman is a Marine Major (also a O-4), looking like a recruiter's dream of the perfect soldier. Her dark skin and short cropped black hair look quite good as she stands there at the side of the Lt. Commander and the Captain. Her name tag says 'Grant'.
The Lt. Commander takes to the podium first. "As ease. Take your seats." He waits for everyone to sit down once more before continuing. "Welcome aboard the MacArthur. I am the CAG, Commander Holston, and as such, I am responsible for all flight assignments and squad deployments. My door is always open, but if you wake my ass up, you had better have a damn good reason." He smiles, but somehow you know that he's not kidding. "I am now sending to you data packets with your room and bunk assignments, along with your squadron assignments. Some of you are being attached to existing squads, but some of you are your own team, newly formed here for your duty assignments." He lets everyone take a moment to see what has just been sent out to you before continuing. "If you have any questions or concerns, bring them up with your squadron leader first, unless your issue is with him or her. If that's the case, come see me and I will resolve it, one way or another. Just remember, we are all on the same team, and we will be working together for a long time. Now, Capt. Romanov has a few words to say to you."
Swapping places with the CAG, Capt. Romanov steps forward. At this point, she gives you a brief welcome speech, saying pretty much the same kind of stuff you heard from Commander Holston, how glad she is to have you onboard, and how if there is ever anything you need, her door is always open. She then steps aside to let Major Grant take the stand. She doesn't smile as she looks you over. "You might think you've made it, but let me tell you this: You are all so green that you could hide in my mother's flower garden and never be found. Listen to me and to your fellow pilots and we will teach you how to be a real pilot. Basic Training may have been rough for some of you, but I promise that if there are any of you that cannot do the job, I will break you from flight status so fast your heads will spin. Am I clear?" She nods with the resounding, "YES, SIR!" she get from the massed pilots in front of her. "Good. Now, get to your rooms and stow your gear, then check in with your squadron leaders. Do you have any questions?"
WlfSamurai
Orikanyo
Epiphany
Psychie
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WlfSamurai
Maelstrom Engineer
Ty doesn’t answer Grant’s question and waits for her to call “Dismissed.” When she does, he smiles.
“Tch,” he says, unfolding his arms from behind his head and sitting up straight. “We’ll see about that, fly-lady. Maybe not all of us are as green as you think.” Ty stands and stretches, keeping his bored expression. He's too good a pilot to be lumped into the rest. After all, he had broken the record on all the simulators. Training had been a breeze. Maybe the Lieutenant Commander had really never met a natural born pilot before. Ty decides that must be it.
When the lights come up, he reaches down for his duffel. Like everyone else, what few personal effects and gear he has is contained in that single bag. He slings the duffel over his shoulder, keeping his sly smile. Then, he checks his room and squadron assignment. It didn’t matter to him who he was stuck with. He’d be the best in any flight or squad. He'd show them all.
Noting his assignment, Ty heads for his room to settle in.
“Tch,” he says, unfolding his arms from behind his head and sitting up straight. “We’ll see about that, fly-lady. Maybe not all of us are as green as you think.” Ty stands and stretches, keeping his bored expression. He's too good a pilot to be lumped into the rest. After all, he had broken the record on all the simulators. Training had been a breeze. Maybe the Lieutenant Commander had really never met a natural born pilot before. Ty decides that must be it.
When the lights come up, he reaches down for his duffel. Like everyone else, what few personal effects and gear he has is contained in that single bag. He slings the duffel over his shoulder, keeping his sly smile. Then, he checks his room and squadron assignment. It didn’t matter to him who he was stuck with. He’d be the best in any flight or squad. He'd show them all.
Noting his assignment, Ty heads for his room to settle in.
Psychie
Princess Psychie
Amanda takes a moment to look at her tablet to see just where she is supposed to be bunking and the name of her new squadron commander. She raises up an eyebrow when she sees that her new commander is Lt. Chen Tseng. She thinks back to her time in training with Lt. Tseng, and recalls that she is a fellow Valkyrie pilot. From what I remember of her, she seemed to be a pretty good officer, not too 'gung-ho' even though she's a Marine. Well, I wonder just who else will be in the team? Once Maj. Grant is done and orders them to disperse, she reaches down and grabs up her duffel bag and stands, heading for the barracks. Humph. 'So green we'd vanish in a flower garden?' Well, just maybe a little. But with all of the training we've had, we shouldn't have any troubles with the Robotech Masters if they decide to give us a harsh welcome once we get to their home system. We are a bunch of pretty kick-ass pilots, after all! Earth took the Zentraedi down, and I don't see any reason why we can't do that with the Masters, too.
Orikanyo
Do you hear it? The screams of Gacha salt?
Derek was, of course, looking as grumpy as possible, even in his uniform he only looked a cut above a grumpy looking cat dressed up in a sailor suit in terms of appeal. Granted, the cat would likely cause many to get their phones out to take pictures. In his case, he was the one taking pictures of everything else. But not right now, even if seeing the Captain and a few lovely faces in the crowd warranted it, he was to be standing stiff and still as usual.
He always had wodnered why he was chosen for this expeditionary force, surely there was better applicants? Did they choose him out of pity? There should be better and more pleasant charity cases around, so maybe they did have a reason for him around. God knows he remembered the interview, he made a complete ass of himself. He had to act gung ho for once, it was horrible, and hell what was worse was that he actually WAS excited for once.
But why did he, for god sake, tell the recruiter he wanted to find interesting alien tech, meet interesting aliens, and barbecue them?
The recruiter had laughed it off, but he will never live it down.
Wait, did the red head call them Green?
Well shit, he knew fighting words when he heard them, and those are words you say when you really had a leg over someone.
But she was kinda cute.... Even if looking like she could break a man with a glare.
"Well.. Guess this is done..." the man grumbled to himself, returning to his usual state, the slouch forming again and he began looking once again like he hadn't slept in over three days. "Whos my Squad leader again...? Chen Tseng? he remember seeing a photo of her before, cute as a button he'd say, damn it, what kinda ship is this? Is he going to be answering to a bunch of combat babes for the rest of his life?
...Wouldn't be that bad really now that he thought of it...
Skills come first, so likely they were all as skilled as they were easy on the eyes, so likely he'll have to keep his camera handy, definitely would make people more interested back home. Hmm... Heroic adventurer's full of charm, grace and awesome combat skill... And here he was, holding the camera. At least he didn't need to be in the photos, the people demand photos of his field cooking though, god damn people loved photos of food.
Now.. Times to stop thinking and find his Squad lead.
He always had wodnered why he was chosen for this expeditionary force, surely there was better applicants? Did they choose him out of pity? There should be better and more pleasant charity cases around, so maybe they did have a reason for him around. God knows he remembered the interview, he made a complete ass of himself. He had to act gung ho for once, it was horrible, and hell what was worse was that he actually WAS excited for once.
But why did he, for god sake, tell the recruiter he wanted to find interesting alien tech, meet interesting aliens, and barbecue them?
The recruiter had laughed it off, but he will never live it down.
Wait, did the red head call them Green?
Well shit, he knew fighting words when he heard them, and those are words you say when you really had a leg over someone.
But she was kinda cute.... Even if looking like she could break a man with a glare.
"Well.. Guess this is done..." the man grumbled to himself, returning to his usual state, the slouch forming again and he began looking once again like he hadn't slept in over three days. "Whos my Squad leader again...? Chen Tseng? he remember seeing a photo of her before, cute as a button he'd say, damn it, what kinda ship is this? Is he going to be answering to a bunch of combat babes for the rest of his life?
...Wouldn't be that bad really now that he thought of it...
Skills come first, so likely they were all as skilled as they were easy on the eyes, so likely he'll have to keep his camera handy, definitely would make people more interested back home. Hmm... Heroic adventurer's full of charm, grace and awesome combat skill... And here he was, holding the camera. At least he didn't need to be in the photos, the people demand photos of his field cooking though, god damn people loved photos of food.
Now.. Times to stop thinking and find his Squad lead.
Psychie
Princess Psychie
As she is walking to her room, she can't help but overhear that good ol' Grumpy mention that his squad lead is Chen, just like her. "Hey Derek, did I hear you right? If so, you and I are on the same team. Lets see." She works her way through the press of bodies until she can stand next to him and compare info on their tablets. "Yep. You and me, bud. Valks for all three of us, it seems. I wonder who else is in the squad?"
Epiphany
Proverbs 17:9
Like the others, Chen Tseng waits for the 'Dismissed' order. A general briefing isn't the time for questions, however accommodating the senior staff were being. She could take individual questions up with the CAG...and the only thing she wanted to know was what their next order was.
Once she had time to square away her squad, at least.
Chen rises when the meeting concludes and makes a point of checking for squad assignments. Amanda Loxley, Ty Kabel, Derek Darwin, Alex Kilgore. Their ECW Specialist was the oldest member of the team but the rest were her age or younger. Not surprising. She'd have to make a point of going over their records in detail later. Right now, she needed to get them organized.
She filed an order for all squad members to rally at the small office assigned to their team. As each checked in to their rooms, they'd likely see the order pending on their personal rigs or on their tablets and get the message. In a ship this big, with this many people, chasing them down in person was futile. Instead, Chen found the route to her quarters, lifted her duffel bag easily and hustled to make it there. She barely even glanced in the room, dropping the bag on her bed and heading right out with the goal of being the first one in the squad room.
Upon arrival, Chen looks around the cramped briefing room and nods with satisfaction. A good start. Now to see the quality of people she'd have to work with.
As individual squad members show up, Chen gives each a brief smile and gestures to a seat, saying "We'll get started when everyone's here."
Once she had time to square away her squad, at least.
Chen rises when the meeting concludes and makes a point of checking for squad assignments. Amanda Loxley, Ty Kabel, Derek Darwin, Alex Kilgore. Their ECW Specialist was the oldest member of the team but the rest were her age or younger. Not surprising. She'd have to make a point of going over their records in detail later. Right now, she needed to get them organized.
She filed an order for all squad members to rally at the small office assigned to their team. As each checked in to their rooms, they'd likely see the order pending on their personal rigs or on their tablets and get the message. In a ship this big, with this many people, chasing them down in person was futile. Instead, Chen found the route to her quarters, lifted her duffel bag easily and hustled to make it there. She barely even glanced in the room, dropping the bag on her bed and heading right out with the goal of being the first one in the squad room.
Upon arrival, Chen looks around the cramped briefing room and nods with satisfaction. A good start. Now to see the quality of people she'd have to work with.
As individual squad members show up, Chen gives each a brief smile and gestures to a seat, saying "We'll get started when everyone's here."
Orikanyo
Do you hear it? The screams of Gacha salt?
Ugh... God its her...
He remembered her in basic, a thing he tried not to remember.
"Yea... Valks... great.. You back again to pull another faceplant on camera?" he grumbled once more, trying not to remember the many, many times he face planted in those damn obstical courses. Just who in hell designed those things? Sure, others did their fair share of blunders, but his were HIS blunders, ones he'd never forget. And the instructor was also damn hot, like seriously!? What the hell was going on with these ships?! Hell he could look into the crowd and see not one, but five, five beautiful people, some with weird ass colorful hair!!
But here he was!!
Bland and not looking like hes walking straight outta an anime!
Maybe?
If he did it's probably one making fun of him for being so damn grouchy and unhappy.
A series of misfortunate circumstances and wondering when the misery train will end.
though then again, he could be doing worse for himself...
Wait a minute, thats optimism.
Thats not allowed.
Anyways time to go find the room hes going to lay back and remember all the horrible mistakes hes done over the years until he falls asleep.
"Come on, lets go find our rooms.." he grumbled towards Amanda, motioning onwards as he took out his map of the place.
It didn't take long for him to find his room, it was comfortable enough, had space for his laptop and all the other stuff he'd need for his work. Field journalism, the art of staying alive long enough to tell others how horrible or awesome your experiences were. Hell, he had a gripes blog for people who want to hear the grumbling he had built up during an operation, people at it up as it WAS pretty funny. granted he kept most names out of the picture. If he made random people on the internet laugh their asses off at his thoughts on non-classified articles, then why the hell not? he had to be careful to keep anything that might incriminate himself or others or simply get his wrist slapped off the table.
But opinions? Ain't nothin' nobody can do about that.
With his stuff set up he got out his camera, one of the new high tech stuff, wireless linking, photo editor, recordings, you name it, it had it. And he best have it on hand for the upcoming meeting. he looked at his PDA again, noteing where they were gathering and set off once more. he set off to find just where he was to be.
it didn't take long, but damn it if he wasn't proving his anime theory right once again. Squad leader looked more like a model than a soldier, damn these recruiters and their obviously good choices in good looking people!!!! He nodded to the leader, who's name he couldn't quite remember at the moment and wove a hand slightly. "Sure sure, saw Amanda awhile back so she'll be here sooner or later... unless she gets lost.." he grumbled, taking up a seat nearby.
"Yea, case yea didn't get it, I'm a tech officer. Combat camera specialist and mecha engineering... So if anybody messes up, I'll be here to record it..."
He remembered her in basic, a thing he tried not to remember.
"Yea... Valks... great.. You back again to pull another faceplant on camera?" he grumbled once more, trying not to remember the many, many times he face planted in those damn obstical courses. Just who in hell designed those things? Sure, others did their fair share of blunders, but his were HIS blunders, ones he'd never forget. And the instructor was also damn hot, like seriously!? What the hell was going on with these ships?! Hell he could look into the crowd and see not one, but five, five beautiful people, some with weird ass colorful hair!!
But here he was!!
Bland and not looking like hes walking straight outta an anime!
Maybe?
If he did it's probably one making fun of him for being so damn grouchy and unhappy.
A series of misfortunate circumstances and wondering when the misery train will end.
though then again, he could be doing worse for himself...
Wait a minute, thats optimism.
Thats not allowed.
Anyways time to go find the room hes going to lay back and remember all the horrible mistakes hes done over the years until he falls asleep.
"Come on, lets go find our rooms.." he grumbled towards Amanda, motioning onwards as he took out his map of the place.
It didn't take long for him to find his room, it was comfortable enough, had space for his laptop and all the other stuff he'd need for his work. Field journalism, the art of staying alive long enough to tell others how horrible or awesome your experiences were. Hell, he had a gripes blog for people who want to hear the grumbling he had built up during an operation, people at it up as it WAS pretty funny. granted he kept most names out of the picture. If he made random people on the internet laugh their asses off at his thoughts on non-classified articles, then why the hell not? he had to be careful to keep anything that might incriminate himself or others or simply get his wrist slapped off the table.
But opinions? Ain't nothin' nobody can do about that.
With his stuff set up he got out his camera, one of the new high tech stuff, wireless linking, photo editor, recordings, you name it, it had it. And he best have it on hand for the upcoming meeting. he looked at his PDA again, noteing where they were gathering and set off once more. he set off to find just where he was to be.
it didn't take long, but damn it if he wasn't proving his anime theory right once again. Squad leader looked more like a model than a soldier, damn these recruiters and their obviously good choices in good looking people!!!! He nodded to the leader, who's name he couldn't quite remember at the moment and wove a hand slightly. "Sure sure, saw Amanda awhile back so she'll be here sooner or later... unless she gets lost.." he grumbled, taking up a seat nearby.
"Yea, case yea didn't get it, I'm a tech officer. Combat camera specialist and mecha engineering... So if anybody messes up, I'll be here to record it..."
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Right on Derek's heels comes another man, one that you guys don't recognize from flight training. He is quite the pretty boy, a bit older than the rest of you, looking good and damn well knows it. When he speaks, his voice has a rich Scottish brogue to it, "Ma'am? Second Lieutenant Alex Kilgore reporting in as ordered. I'm set to be your Comms and EW man, and since I'm not a pilot myself, I get to be chauffeured around in the back seat of one of your birds." He flashes a charming smile as he takes up the nearest empty seat.
WlfSamurai
Maelstrom Engineer
Ty had found his room without issue. When he entered the spartan space, he dropped his duffel bag in a corner and slumped onto the bare mattress. He spent a few minutes staring at the ceiling. It was something he did often. To Ty, the “sky” is what matters. More accurately, space, now. As long as it’s an open void to pilot rocket fuel strapped to his ass, he’s happy.
But, the order is what took him out of his day-dream. It had been his LT. She was rallying the squad. He had wasted no time and left for the briefing room. He had nothing else to do.
And now, Ty slips into the room behind Kilgore. Hands in his pockets, he stops in front of an empty chair. He keeps his wry smile as he meets eyes with his squad leader.
“Kabel, reporting for duty, Ma’am,” he says with a dry tone. At that, he slumps in his chair and waits.
But, the order is what took him out of his day-dream. It had been his LT. She was rallying the squad. He had wasted no time and left for the briefing room. He had nothing else to do.
And now, Ty slips into the room behind Kilgore. Hands in his pockets, he stops in front of an empty chair. He keeps his wry smile as he meets eyes with his squad leader.
“Kabel, reporting for duty, Ma’am,” he says with a dry tone. At that, he slumps in his chair and waits.
Psychie
Princess Psychie
Amanda hurries to Chen's office, trying not to be the last one in. As she opens the door, that hope is crushed when she sees the team already there waiting on her to arrive. Damn. Hopefully there won't be some stupid Marine Corps tradition of razzing the last person in. "Lt. Amanda Loxley, reporting in. Congrats, by the way, on getting the nod to squad leader!" She looks at everyone and sees a new face, one that she doesn't recognize. No real surprise; he may be from the MacArthur before us, or from somewhere onboard the Atlas. That ship was huge compared to the Mac. "So, whats the sitch? I recognize you guys," she points, "as fellow Valkyrie pilots, but you, sir, are a new face to me. Are you a flier, too?" She settles down into a seat, waiting for Chen to give them her own pep talk.
Epiphany
Proverbs 17:9
Orikanyo
The squad leader was certainly Chinese, and thus fitting Derek's anime theory. She even gave him a welcoming, encouraging smile instead of the usual gruff soldiery stern glare other officers might have. "It's a big ship with an even bigger population," Chen said agreeably as Derek makes his remark about Amanda and finds a seat. "I'm sure she'll be along in a minute."
"Tech officer? Nice to have you with us, Lieutenant Darwin. I'm sure you'll make any reconnaissance missions we fly easy."
Sherwood
"Lieutenant Kilgore, nice to have you with us. Comms and EW? Terrific. Sounds like we're being prepped as a multi-purpose squad. We'll get much more interesting missions that way than just straight up fights all the time, every time."
WlfSamurai
At Ty's arrival, Chen looked pleased. "Lieutenant Kabel, you're right on time." Her good cheer dampens by a couple of watts when she sees (or perceives) his relative indifference. "If you'll give it a minute, we'll get start-"
Psychie
And in mid sentence, Amanda arrives with a sharp, crisp report. The other woman's congratulation returns the shine to Chen's smile and she says "Glad to have you with us, Lieutenant Loxley. I'll do my best to honor the Corp and Earth...and all of you."
"Other than Lieutenant Kilgore, I believe we're all flyers. And we've got a lot of talent assembled here." Chen glanced back at a blank whiteboard, picked up a black marker to write with and tapped it instead against the writing surface. "I haven't received formal orders for our first deployment yet. But given we boast a camera specialist as well as a comm/ECW specialist, I suspect we'll be getting more complex missions than 'green' officers usually get." There's a definite wag of her eyebrows as she repeats Captain Romanov's description for them all. "I aim to surprise and delight those officers who have such faith and confidence in our abilities."
She's definitely being a little cheeky there but her choice of words doesn't remotely slip into insubordination. Instead, it seems Lieutenant Chen Tseng is looking forward to the challenge.
"First order of business. Do you all have call signs already? We're a new squad, so we need a name too. I take requests. As long as it's not Free Bird."
Psychie
Princess Psychie
Amanda nods. "Yes, ma'am. I got the nickname 'Scorch' on my first live flight. As I was landing, I hit brakes a little too hard, and I managed to light my landing gear on fire on the landing deck. Needless to say, that name has stuck with me ever since." A mixed squadron, with a EW guy. Probably a aggressive recon team. I can deal with that! She stops her internal musings as Lt. Tseng asks for ideas of a squad name. "Hmm. Something cool. How about Dragon Squad?" She looks hopeful that her idea won't be dismissed outright.
WlfSamurai
Maelstrom Engineer
Ty runs a hand through his hair; a vain move as it falls exactly back to where it had been. “Stinger,” he says. “Gave one to a big oaf in basic. Name stuck since. Plus I’m good at killing bad guys.” He didn't mention his pension for ornery or standoffish to teammates. It isn’t important, he decides.
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Alex turns to answer Amanda's question with a shake of the head. "That's a neg, miss. I don't fly; I leave that pilot stuff to you guys. I keep the squad connected and protected, electronically, at least." Turning back to Chen, he nods at her assessment. "I would hope so, ma'am. But if we do have to go into the furball, I'll play havoc with the sensors of our enemy to keep them from getting any clear shots at us."
With this confession, Alex lets out a friendly chuckle. "Don't feel too bad about that. Someday, I'll tell you about the time I nearly shorted out the electronics onboard a EW Surveillance shuttle over the Zentraedi Control Zone. That damn near caused us to crash." He shakes his head in amusement at the memory.
Orikanyo
Do you hear it? The screams of Gacha salt?
"Well.. Considering I'm flying a turtle shell(Radar pack on a valk kinda makes it look like the fighter has a shell really) It likely means you'll be flying with me..." he spoke towards the silver fox style fellah, adding once again to the anime theory. "I... I've been called... grumpy... For the longest time... I was 3D before... On account of my names all starting with D. And... being a camera guy..." he admitted, looking abit... Unhappy to be explaining himself. Though then again, it could just be his normal face.
Forever stuck in a grumpy frown.
Like a bull dog.
"...I also like weapons and shit... But I guess that doesn't matter to much... If anything goes wrong with your valkyrie I can deal with it as well. Fix the things that manufacturing doesn't try to fix, lazy rats..." he grumbled, for certain showing off just why he was called grumpy.
Forever stuck in a grumpy frown.
Like a bull dog.
"...I also like weapons and shit... But I guess that doesn't matter to much... If anything goes wrong with your valkyrie I can deal with it as well. Fix the things that manufacturing doesn't try to fix, lazy rats..." he grumbled, for certain showing off just why he was called grumpy.
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Alex gives Grumpy a nod, then leans over and offers his hand to you. "3D or Grumpy, whichever you wish it to be, I'll go with that. Good to be flying with you, my good man." He looks back to Chen and says, "You shouldn't worry too much about me, ma'am. If we ever have to go in on foot, I know my way around a Cyclone pretty well. I just don't know how to fly. But I'll still do my part to support the team."
OOC Feel free to chat and explore the MacArthur as you wish for a while. I want to make sure that
Kwops
has enough time to get a feel for the books and make up his character.
OOC Feel free to chat and explore the MacArthur as you wish for a while. I want to make sure that
Kwops
has enough time to get a feel for the books and make up his character.
Epiphany
Proverbs 17:9
Psychie
"Scorch? That's a better story than many, that's for sure. My training squad named me Lightning because I had this knack for showing up in exactly the right spot at the right time. I have good reflexes, though I'm sure some of you can do better. I'm a fair pilot but a pilot second. Always a Marine first."
WlfSamurai
"Stinger. Got it. We could use some of that 'killing bad guys' with where we'll be going. It's nice to have you on the squad, Lieutenant." Though Ty's not the friendliest or warmest member of the team, Chen's plainly determined not to let that stop her...or him from being as sociable as possible.
Orikanyo
Chen raises an eyebrow at 'Grumpy'. "Consider this squad a fresh start if you want. If we're going to end up naming you Grumpy because you are, no point in fighting fate. But if you'd like the chance to be known as something different, something better, something that suits you better, this is your chance."
There's an earnestness to the Chinese Marine's words, a fiery enthusiasm that suggests she really believes what she's saying. His additional remarks on what he brings to the team makes her smile. "We could call you Doc, or Fixit, or something. What would you like?"
Everyone
"So that's one suggestion for Dragon Squad. I like it! Dragons are good fortune! What do you all think?"
Orikanyo
Do you hear it? The screams of Gacha salt?
...Ah shit... Ah shit.... her enthusiasm was contagious as it was adorable. "Well.. Just.. Call me as you like. I answer pretty quick to Grumpy, been that way for a year now so.." he scratched behind his head and looked at the group chattering. "Dragon... squad? Well... i guess.... Feels kinda.. Cheesy in truth..." he was honest, it did seem a tad bit cheesy.
Like, set the bar high why don'tchyea.
"Well.. were pretty much front line.. And gonna be pretty damn up close and personal with alien life... Horizons might be good, Shock? Like how a Storm can have lightning? Mixes Shocktrooper in there as well. I could make a poll on my site and see what the internet says..." he added the last part in as a half hearted gesture. God knows the internet will give them the WORST name possible.
Like, set the bar high why don'tchyea.
"Well.. were pretty much front line.. And gonna be pretty damn up close and personal with alien life... Horizons might be good, Shock? Like how a Storm can have lightning? Mixes Shocktrooper in there as well. I could make a poll on my site and see what the internet says..." he added the last part in as a half hearted gesture. God knows the internet will give them the WORST name possible.
Psychie
Princess Psychie
Amanda rolls her eyes and sighs. "Cheesy? Cheesy?!? Dragons are powerful symbols of . . . stuff. Its not cheesy. But, if you can come up with some not cheesy name from your internet search that doesn't involve porn, we can consider it." Probably will come up with something grumpy, just like him.
Orikanyo
Do you hear it? The screams of Gacha salt?
"Porn? Who said anything about porn...?" Grumpy rose an eyebrow at the girl. "Jeeze.. outting yourself as the perv already. Can't believe somebody like you would be into that sorta stuff there scorch.." he couldn't help it, it just begged to be said. She planted herself in the open, made a trap and stepped right into it...
Psychie
Princess Psychie
"I am not a perv! I was just saying that you can't use any pervy names! Jerk!"
Orikanyo
Do you hear it? The screams of Gacha salt?
"But your the one that immediately went there... Scorch getting hot under the collar already..."
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Alex laughs out loud. "You two will certainly keep us all entertained, if nothing else."
WlfSamurai
Maelstrom Engineer
Ty does his best to ignore the conversation. "Dragon is fine," he says with a wave. "We don't need to overthink it. The name doesn't matter. Whatever name we choose," the corner of his mouth slips into a smile, "will become well-know because of what we do. Not what it sounds like."
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