Totw (step as yet un numbered) Sing-a-long ch 3
01-07-2020, 08:08 AM (This post was last modified: 01-07-2020, 08:20 AM by Star Ranger4.)
01-07-2020, 08:08 AM (This post was last modified: 01-07-2020, 08:20 AM by Star Ranger4.)
Muck found himself blowing out a breath of relief as the simulator cockpit opened over him. He forced himself to wait until he could vault out to the deck and eye Gamlin. He was certain how he’d done, but he also knew that the final verdict was Gamlin’s.
“So, how did I do in your eyes, LT?”
Speaking of said third party, though, it looked like Muck had managed to *TOTALLY* break Lieutenant Gamlin Kizakai, his alleged impartial third party, based on Gamlin’s thoroughly ‘gob-smacked’ look at the moment. Gamlin looked at Muck, then back at the simulator control console, then back to Muck again.
Muck facepalmed for a moment, the tried again. “Muck to Gamlin… come in Gamlin!”
Gamlin finally showed some sign of recovery as he held up a palm to Muck. “D-1 copies your traffic. Wait one.” Gamlin otherwise ignored him and leaned forward conversing with the rating running the simulator; looking intently at the data thrown on the screen in response to his request. As much as Muck wanted Gamlin to confirm what he was sure of, Muck was also sure that rattling Gamlin’s chain at this point would work against Muck instead of in his favor; and so forced himself to wait patiently, even though all his time as what any comic title would call a ‘superhero’ had primed him for instant decisions and reactions. All of those reactions would be wrong at the moment, though. Gamlin had the final say, to disturb him at the moment just might cause him to rule against him out of pure spite.
Muck could have know just how long he’d waited, but decided against it when Gamlin finally straightened up and shook himself much like a dog would before looking over at Muck.
“When I was a flight cadet back on Mars, my initial instructor was Milia Jenius. She told me I needed to become one with my mecha, to know everything it was telling me. This data says you’ve surpassed me in the ship I have the most flight hours in, even though this should be the first time you’ve been in its cockpit?”
“Hell, LT. Haven’t you figured out I cheat yet?”
“So, your NOT qualified to pilot a VF-17?”
“Oh, I’d say I am. But the particulars here are not for enlisted ears, LT,” Muck pointed out with a nod at the rating staring at both of them. “Perhaps someplace where there aren’t little pitchers with big ears?”
Gamlin nodded, grabbing Muck by the arm and pointing the two of them to the hatch. “I know a place,” he assured, before looking behind the pair. “Dismissed, sergeant. I get word you said anything to anyone other than Cap’n Jenius…”
“Sir, understood sir!”
* * * * * * *
Muck sighed after finishing a long draft of the beer in his hand, setting it down on the table between he and Gamlin Kizakai, gazing out the armored glass into deep space.
“So. Your wondering how the heck I am so proficient as a pilot, Kizakai. Both of the mark 17 you tested me on as well as my own claim I am, or was, fully qualified in the VF-01, right?”
“Well, that and your claim you cheated, Thunders.”
“Well, Gamlin, that depends on how one defines cheating. How old do I look to you?”
Gamlin blew out a long breath and contemplated the level of beer in his mug; sadly there was too much left in it to try and use the excuse of ordering a new one as a delaying tactic.
“Somewhere in your late twenties, early thirties, like myself,” Gamlin admitted, to be rewarded by a fairly impressive snort of liquids out of Thunders nose, followed by Muck cursing about how having done so really HURT!
“Add a hundred years of living, and four other fica to that estimate, Kizakai.”
“WHAT?”
“Patience, my Padawan. You are about to hear all about it as long as you keep seated and listen; well… assuming you can get that cute barmaid to bring us another round.”
* * * * * * *
“You realize if a pilot or enlisted told me a story like that I’d send him to the brig for over embellishing his sea story?” Gamlin sighed after hearing Muck’s tale. (1)
Muck nodded. “And yet, no shit, there I was;” he confirmed, hoisting his drink in the traditional gesture for a toast.
“How the explitives deleted are you still alive?”
“DamnifIknow, Kizakai.”
“But you LIVED it. How can you NOT know???”
“Kind of my point Kizakai. I LIVED it. Things happened way to fast to really get how it was I made it through at times. Sure, the little things I could probably remember, but breaking down just how I managed to dodge each and every attack during the crazy moments? I’d argue YOU were the crazy one, Mate. All I really remember is being expletives deleted glad I was still alive when the dust settled.”
(1) Okay, there should be two footnotes here. First, see the first three chapters of Tales of the Wanderer at
https://www.fanfiction.net/u/5726/Star-Ranger) for the full details not included here; second… here is how to tell the difference between a fairy tale and a naval ‘sea story’. A Fairy tale starts “once upon a time”; while a sea story starts “No Sh!t, there I was.” The implication here is that Muck is telling Gamlin everything he remembers, from going to the USAF Academy, to being an A-10 ‘Warthog’ pilot, to the incident that made him the Star Ranger through the events of TotW 1 through 3; with a tertiary implication that he and Gamlin have drunk quite a bit along the way given the length of this tale.
“So, how did I do in your eyes, LT?”
Speaking of said third party, though, it looked like Muck had managed to *TOTALLY* break Lieutenant Gamlin Kizakai, his alleged impartial third party, based on Gamlin’s thoroughly ‘gob-smacked’ look at the moment. Gamlin looked at Muck, then back at the simulator control console, then back to Muck again.
Muck facepalmed for a moment, the tried again. “Muck to Gamlin… come in Gamlin!”
Gamlin finally showed some sign of recovery as he held up a palm to Muck. “D-1 copies your traffic. Wait one.” Gamlin otherwise ignored him and leaned forward conversing with the rating running the simulator; looking intently at the data thrown on the screen in response to his request. As much as Muck wanted Gamlin to confirm what he was sure of, Muck was also sure that rattling Gamlin’s chain at this point would work against Muck instead of in his favor; and so forced himself to wait patiently, even though all his time as what any comic title would call a ‘superhero’ had primed him for instant decisions and reactions. All of those reactions would be wrong at the moment, though. Gamlin had the final say, to disturb him at the moment just might cause him to rule against him out of pure spite.
Muck could have know just how long he’d waited, but decided against it when Gamlin finally straightened up and shook himself much like a dog would before looking over at Muck.
“When I was a flight cadet back on Mars, my initial instructor was Milia Jenius. She told me I needed to become one with my mecha, to know everything it was telling me. This data says you’ve surpassed me in the ship I have the most flight hours in, even though this should be the first time you’ve been in its cockpit?”
“Hell, LT. Haven’t you figured out I cheat yet?”
“So, your NOT qualified to pilot a VF-17?”
“Oh, I’d say I am. But the particulars here are not for enlisted ears, LT,” Muck pointed out with a nod at the rating staring at both of them. “Perhaps someplace where there aren’t little pitchers with big ears?”
Gamlin nodded, grabbing Muck by the arm and pointing the two of them to the hatch. “I know a place,” he assured, before looking behind the pair. “Dismissed, sergeant. I get word you said anything to anyone other than Cap’n Jenius…”
“Sir, understood sir!”
* * * * * * *
Muck sighed after finishing a long draft of the beer in his hand, setting it down on the table between he and Gamlin Kizakai, gazing out the armored glass into deep space.
“So. Your wondering how the heck I am so proficient as a pilot, Kizakai. Both of the mark 17 you tested me on as well as my own claim I am, or was, fully qualified in the VF-01, right?”
“Well, that and your claim you cheated, Thunders.”
“Well, Gamlin, that depends on how one defines cheating. How old do I look to you?”
Gamlin blew out a long breath and contemplated the level of beer in his mug; sadly there was too much left in it to try and use the excuse of ordering a new one as a delaying tactic.
“Somewhere in your late twenties, early thirties, like myself,” Gamlin admitted, to be rewarded by a fairly impressive snort of liquids out of Thunders nose, followed by Muck cursing about how having done so really HURT!
“Add a hundred years of living, and four other fica to that estimate, Kizakai.”
“WHAT?”
“Patience, my Padawan. You are about to hear all about it as long as you keep seated and listen; well… assuming you can get that cute barmaid to bring us another round.”
* * * * * * *
“You realize if a pilot or enlisted told me a story like that I’d send him to the brig for over embellishing his sea story?” Gamlin sighed after hearing Muck’s tale. (1)
Muck nodded. “And yet, no shit, there I was;” he confirmed, hoisting his drink in the traditional gesture for a toast.
“How the explitives deleted are you still alive?”
“DamnifIknow, Kizakai.”
“But you LIVED it. How can you NOT know???”
“Kind of my point Kizakai. I LIVED it. Things happened way to fast to really get how it was I made it through at times. Sure, the little things I could probably remember, but breaking down just how I managed to dodge each and every attack during the crazy moments? I’d argue YOU were the crazy one, Mate. All I really remember is being expletives deleted glad I was still alive when the dust settled.”
(1) Okay, there should be two footnotes here. First, see the first three chapters of Tales of the Wanderer at
https://www.fanfiction.net/u/5726/Star-Ranger) for the full details not included here; second… here is how to tell the difference between a fairy tale and a naval ‘sea story’. A Fairy tale starts “once upon a time”; while a sea story starts “No Sh!t, there I was.” The implication here is that Muck is telling Gamlin everything he remembers, from going to the USAF Academy, to being an A-10 ‘Warthog’ pilot, to the incident that made him the Star Ranger through the events of TotW 1 through 3; with a tertiary implication that he and Gamlin have drunk quite a bit along the way given the length of this tale.
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to rock the sky?
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
No Quarter by Echo's Children
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
No Quarter by Echo's Children