Skyfire did say:
One more week until my discharge was official.
As far as I was concerned, it was s shitty deal. The ultimate what-the-hell moment occurs and the UNSC decides that I'm more trouble than I'm worth as a soldier, and so they decided to drop me. I mean, granted, suddenly being made into flesh and bone once again by three goddesses calling themselves The Trinity is pretty out there. But I know what happened to Alita and me.
A sharp trill peirced the air, awakening Alita. I had to grab her hand before she nearly took my head off.
"The hell?" she said as she came, somewhat, to her senses.
"It's the COM terminal. Someone's calling."
"Tell them we're trying to sleep," she replied and rolled back over. I sighed and went over to the terminal and tabbed open the incoming call. To my mild surprise, Captain Keyes was there on the display with a very pensive look on her face.
"Captain? What's wrong?"
"There's a ship out here that's asking for you by name, Rhodes."
"What? Is this some kind of going away joke, Cap'n?"
"Unfortunately, it's not. There is an ancient looking ship holding position just outside the outter defensive peremeter that says that it is the Arcadia and that it will only let Benjamin Rhodes and whatever company he has aboard. We tried to send a boarding party anyways and we got warning shots in reply." I felt my eyebrows inch up.
"I'm surprised you guys didn't destroy it outright."
"Normally, we might. Except, as I said, it asked for you by name, and the firepower that this thing is packing isn't something we'd like to fall into someone else's hands."
"You mean..."
"No word from Command, yet, but I wouldn't count my Jackals before they hatched. CPO Rhodes, you're to report to the flightline at Ft. Whitcomb Starport at oh-three-hundred. There, you, along with a boarding party, will board a Pegasus boarding craft and take possession of the ship calling itself Arcadia. Do you understand, CPO?"
"Aye Captain."
"Good. I'll see you at oh-three-hundred."
...
Alita was distressed about the turn of events, but I reassured her by telling her that I doubted a ship asking for me by name was here to make trouble. She wanted to come along, but she wouldn't have been allowed, she being a civilian and all. I convinced her, though, by telling her that I wanted her to stay there with Amelia.
I was only mildly surprised to see that the Captain herself was among the boarding party. I had to remind myself that she had put herself into even more potentially hazardous situations before. Not my problem unless things got hairy. Once she got back alive I'd let the Brass handle it then. That, after all, was what she got paid to do.
Fajad, the second Manticore after me, was a welcome sight as well. I was glad the Captain had pulled him for this sortie as the only other people that I'd trust to watch my back could not come for one reason or another. I hated feeling vulnerable like this.
As we came into the Arcadia's weapon's range, those big, ominous, looking energy cannons (that looked unervingly like the main guns of old wet-navy battle ships) swung toward us and we were hailed with the simple message: "If Benjamin is aboard, please have him respond."
The Captain gave me a look as though to say, "Well, what are you waiting for?" I signaled the pilot to activate open a channel.
"Arcadia, this is Benjamin Rhodes. What do you want with me."
"Well it's about time!" said an annoyed voice of, by my guess, probably a small man. "Get over here and claim your ship."
"My ship?" I replied with a confused blink.
"Did I stutter? I've been waiting here long enough now and I'd like to get going soon."
"Wait a minute. Who the hell are you?"
"Ah, I guess I better tell you. It's only polite after all. The name's Tochiro and I've been sent by The Trinity to give this ship to someone who'd put it to good use."
Well, my character is an SI on the Pandimensional Express and it's not like the UNSC's just gonna give him a ship once they discharge him. You asked. ^_^;;
Black Aeronaut Technologies Group
Aerospace Solutions for the discerning spacer
"To the commissary we should go," Yoda declared firmly. "News
of this kind a danish requires."
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some self-insert character to play PanDimensional Express.
One more week until my discharge was official.
As far as I was concerned, it was s shitty deal. The ultimate what-the-hell moment occurs and the UNSC decides that I'm more trouble than I'm worth as a soldier, and so they decided to drop me. I mean, granted, suddenly being made into flesh and bone once again by three goddesses calling themselves The Trinity is pretty out there. But I know what happened to Alita and me.
A sharp trill peirced the air, awakening Alita. I had to grab her hand before she nearly took my head off.
"The hell?" she said as she came, somewhat, to her senses.
"It's the COM terminal. Someone's calling."
"Tell them we're trying to sleep," she replied and rolled back over. I sighed and went over to the terminal and tabbed open the incoming call. To my mild surprise, Captain Keyes was there on the display with a very pensive look on her face.
"Captain? What's wrong?"
"There's a ship out here that's asking for you by name, Rhodes."
"What? Is this some kind of going away joke, Cap'n?"
"Unfortunately, it's not. There is an ancient looking ship holding position just outside the outter defensive peremeter that says that it is the Arcadia and that it will only let Benjamin Rhodes and whatever company he has aboard. We tried to send a boarding party anyways and we got warning shots in reply." I felt my eyebrows inch up.
"I'm surprised you guys didn't destroy it outright."
"Normally, we might. Except, as I said, it asked for you by name, and the firepower that this thing is packing isn't something we'd like to fall into someone else's hands."
"You mean..."
"No word from Command, yet, but I wouldn't count my Jackals before they hatched. CPO Rhodes, you're to report to the flightline at Ft. Whitcomb Starport at oh-three-hundred. There, you, along with a boarding party, will board a Pegasus boarding craft and take possession of the ship calling itself Arcadia. Do you understand, CPO?"
"Aye Captain."
"Good. I'll see you at oh-three-hundred."
...
Alita was distressed about the turn of events, but I reassured her by telling her that I doubted a ship asking for me by name was here to make trouble. She wanted to come along, but she wouldn't have been allowed, she being a civilian and all. I convinced her, though, by telling her that I wanted her to stay there with Amelia.
I was only mildly surprised to see that the Captain herself was among the boarding party. I had to remind myself that she had put herself into even more potentially hazardous situations before. Not my problem unless things got hairy. Once she got back alive I'd let the Brass handle it then. That, after all, was what she got paid to do.
Fajad, the second Manticore after me, was a welcome sight as well. I was glad the Captain had pulled him for this sortie as the only other people that I'd trust to watch my back could not come for one reason or another. I hated feeling vulnerable like this.
As we came into the Arcadia's weapon's range, those big, ominous, looking energy cannons (that looked unervingly like the main guns of old wet-navy battle ships) swung toward us and we were hailed with the simple message: "If Benjamin is aboard, please have him respond."
The Captain gave me a look as though to say, "Well, what are you waiting for?" I signaled the pilot to activate open a channel.
"Arcadia, this is Benjamin Rhodes. What do you want with me."
"Well it's about time!" said an annoyed voice of, by my guess, probably a small man. "Get over here and claim your ship."
"My ship?" I replied with a confused blink.
"Did I stutter? I've been waiting here long enough now and I'd like to get going soon."
"Wait a minute. Who the hell are you?"
"Ah, I guess I better tell you. It's only polite after all. The name's Tochiro and I've been sent by The Trinity to give this ship to someone who'd put it to good use."
Well, my character is an SI on the Pandimensional Express and it's not like the UNSC's just gonna give him a ship once they discharge him. You asked. ^_^;;
Black Aeronaut Technologies Group
Aerospace Solutions for the discerning spacer
"To the commissary we should go," Yoda declared firmly. "News
of this kind a danish requires."