Star Fox: Generations, (Moved from SODAS)

[psycho warrior]

"A whole tanker eh?" Kevin mused, rubbing his chin at the thought of getting his paws on something THAT huge. His one eye sparkled at the prospect of the engines alone.

The rat wiped his nose on a clean spot of fur on his forearm. Once he was done he nudged Kevin in the side. "Wouldn't be a bad score to get our hands on somethin fully intact for once."

Kevin knew that in that case the rat would only have to install a translator program. The fat sack of crap never wanted to do more than his fair share of the work. He'd have to make sure Mark was kept busy the entire time.

"Sounds like we got ourselves a deal." A new voice came as the third member of their group came out from behind a pile of trash.

Briar's twisted into a wry smile as he saw his former employer walk out. He was a scruffy looking coyote like him; but in an almost emaciated condition with thick dark lines under his cold eyes. he was missing half an ear, part of his upper lip was missing... all of it speaking of a harsh and cruel life.

The skinny coyote's eyes fell on his two companions, "Did you tear out the equipment like she wanted?"

Mark nodded, instantly. "All we could spare."

The new coyote spat on the floor. "Then we got nothin else to say. We'll be expecting the tanker even if it's blasted to bits."

Briar recognized the look on Jonny, the other Coyote's face. He was in another one of his sleepless stints, which made him as cold and unforgiving as an arctic blizzard.

Jonny looked between Walthers and Briar, "And if ya die it's your own damn fault. Don't blame your piss-poor skills on us."

Jonny snatched away Kevin's cigarette and took a long drag, draining it down to the filter. "'Sides, what's another manslaughter charge to the murderer of five innocent rookie pilots?"

Briar only smirked, seemingly... amused by that comment?

((kinda feels sloppy but meh. I haven't slept well in a while now.))

This post has been edited by psycho warrior on Dec 7 2009, 06:53 PM

[BlueLoneWolf]

Snow, Rand, and Hammond had left the equipment room to debrief Mason and Ez themselves. Snow, even with his current task, always had to know everything about all parts of the mission.

Park merely grunted and pointed his nose at a pile against the wall. Several bags were popped open already, along with a couple of broken training staves.
"Hammond and I really get into it. Kid's not bad when he tries," said Park mid-lift.

Lt. Rewa saluted and put on her helmet. "Of course, sir. I'm already fueled up and ready to go when you are, sir."

[Jim Prower]

EZ/TONY:

You were able to get up right next to her, when she spoke...

"A lit-tle sloppy coming around that crate about ten feet back," she said, not averting her gaze from the craft. "and if you'd succeeded in spooking me, I'd deck you without hesitation. Officer or not." She only half-meant this. As much as she resented it, she was on probation with Walthers and Snow, and certainly didn't want to be sent back to Commander Gronoset in shame. That was the only thing that kept her from lashing out sometimes...she was here to represent him. She couldn't let him down

She pointed up to the gun on the side. "Lytech AAG 60. The old guys called it the 'Raider's Bane.' Good choice for a pirate ship, but given that, this garbagetruck probably ain't stock inside. the regular reactor couldn't get this thing to fire off a decent shot moving at anything other than a snail's pace."

She walked around to the back, where the negotiations were taking place. Once again, it seemed, Walthers was at odds with someone she couldn't faze...

She found herself grinning at her expense.

BACK OF SHIP:

Walthers shook her head. This fellow was certainly a salty ol' space dog. Kinda like the guys who constantly asked "How much for a...*insert inappropriate act here*" on the streets of Corneria City...

Meh...she left that behind when she was 14.

"A'right." she said, staid. "I trust you and your boys. We'll bring you a scrapheap whole...I don't do pieces. Too much dying involved."

She extended a hand. "Major Marian Walthers."

BACK TO EZ:

It was then that Esmeralda noticed Snow, Rand, and Hammond coming up.

Oh, great, here comes Captain Stiffback. Wonder how many push-ups he wants me to do now...

Ez wasn't particularly thrilled, to say the least. She'd been avoiding him whenever possible since running "The Gauntlet." The only thing I wanted was respect for what I do, and I end up in an artificially manipulated Hell with that man at the wheel. She'd lost a lot of respect for the guy in that moment...she'd heard the stories of how good Snow was. She never expected him to be so...stiff.

She stood at parade-ground attention, and performed the same salute she did when the Commodore came aboard her ship. "Yes, sir?" she said, precisely, yet in an earnest, non-mocking tone.

((Apologies if that seems a bit of a harsh assessment of Snow's character...we haven't seen him loosen up in awhile...))

MARCUS/REWA:

Marcus sighed. "It's okay. No need for formalities right now." He was struggling a bit with those who were very formal, and those who weren't...and the conflict they tended to cause amongst themselves.

He climbed up into his cockpit and put his helmet on. "Alright Jewel, you read?" he asked after plugging in the comm. He didn't even look at his startup notes...he knew the procedure well enough that he could tell if something was wrong the moment he flipped a switch or tapped the touch screen in front of him.

[BlueLoneWolf]

((It's Snow; there's a mission upcoming; and now there are people that he's really responsible for. You're not going to for a while.))

"That's enough thinking about what I'm going to do next, Warrant Officer," said Snow, reading her like a book despite her appearance. Years of card playing let him tell lies from a mile away, no matter how sincere, "You have an issue with how I run my outfit, go on and say it. Permission granted to speak freely. Then I'm going to tell you straight up why I run this outfit the way I do."
Rand couldn't help but utter a snicker. He knew exactly what Ez was going through. Surprisingly enough, Snow was a gigantic trouble maker back on Macbeth and when he got into the military. But now, years of training turned him into an efficient soldier. Some people couldn't find the use in that, even in the military. Snow's wife was the same way. Park was, too. Hammond would be that way at this rate. Rand was always going to lean toward being a pain, but only because it was straight up funny flustering Snow sometimes. A delicate process to be sure.
Hammond already knew what this speech was. He got it after he ran the Gauntlet. Mason was read the same act. That feeling of foreboding crept up his spine, and he had to suppress it.

Neelaja was comfortably seated in her cockpit, equipment on and running. "Read you loud and clear, sir," she said, "Ready for training flight."

[Knight]

" I would have deserved it, besides, sargent smith dislocates my shoulder ever time we spar, so it would not faze me. "

Tony turned and saluted, matching Ez's Stance. " Afternoon Captain."

Tony's ears perked out at the words speek freely.

Oh please, ez, ask him if he every pulls the stick out of his arse, just for the the look on his face. he thought to himself, his espression taking the blank state he assume when sniping, or listen to his mother chew his sister out when one of his idea's back fired on her.

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" Huh, i wondered where the other bags went. "

she removes the broken speed bag and tosses it with the other broken equipment.

" park, you want to spot me? " she askes point that the bench press.

[Jim Prower]

"My issue is that all I really wanted is respect for what I do, and I ended up punished for it."

She sighed. "I'm none too crazy about Army types, but at least I get that you wanna get shit done. There's units and commanders in the Navy that are the same way...The Commodore demands exacting protocol, because she believes that that is the best way to keep her men and forces alive. I get why, I just don't agree with it in my case. I'm a big girl, and I can handle myself."

"Where I get pissed off is when people sell me short because what they think is a mistake on my part, and then I get the blame for making it know that I disagree with them...or, in this case, getting uncovered by...well, either you're psychic or a card shark. or that...Holmes guy."

[BlueLoneWolf]

Snow grinned. "Card shark," he said, flashing his watch, "I know how to relax and have a good time, Warrant Officer, but I know my priorities. I did not punish you for any sort of lack of quality in your work. I am sorry that you think that it was meant to be punishment. I run people through the Gauntlet because it does foster teamwork, and it does mean something. I was once a hell of a lot like you, Blistein. Wanted respect from everyone, didn't even think I needed to be trained. Thought I was 'all grown up'. My former sergeant handed my ass to me on a platter one night and told me that either I shaped up, or I got marched out. There's no time in a unit for thinking that you can do everything on your own. That gets you killed out there, because you don't trust anyone other than yourself and you run off into the unknown with a cocky attitude that you know what you're doing. Hell, the reason why I still run the Gauntlet myself is because I still believe that I DON'T know what I'm doing. I've got to remind myself of that and keep sharp every day. I don't have time or the emotional patience to deal with losing a lot of men because I didn't train them to count on each other or work together. We don't have enough men and I'm not some son of a bitch that's just here to make your life uncomfortable. I've already talked to Mason about giving you hell. It won't happen again. Now, I need a status update on what you've collected so far. I don't need any of you getting shot because not enough eyes were put on any sort of plan we formulate."
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"Uhh, sure, ma'am," he said, putting his dumbbells back on the rack with a clank and heading over to the bench.
"How much do you want to start with?" he asked as he picked a 45-lb bar out of a rack.

[psycho warrior]

Jonny's trained, cold eyes fell on her hand before snapping back to the vixen's eyes. He glared at her for a half second before gripping her hand tightly.

"Jon Girdeux, and remember, you ain't my kinda scum." He looked over at Briar, then back to her, "I'll hold you to your word this time military dog."

The old salt spat the cigarette filter over at Mark, hitting him in the head and sending ashes onto the floor. Almost as if this was some kind of signal the white fox frowned and dug in his vest pocket for a crumpled up piece of paper which, when uncrumpled, was shown to be a detailed, hand drawn schematic of the entire marli craft.

"This should give ya some help if ya need to mod it further." Kevin said, gently scratching the fabric in front of his busted eye. "No extra charge."

With the business deal struck Jonny released Walther's hand and glared at the other two, who looked at each other before heading back aboard the Scavenger.

[Knight]

"I generally start at 100 lbs, and end at 250 lbs, it's fun being able to bench press you own brother. and usefull for carrying the wounded. "

[Jim Prower]

EZ/SNOW/(others):

There were points in one's life when, all the sudden, a person gets it. Esmeralda suddenly realized that she was no longer working alone.

Her entire professional career, she'd worked alone. She was supposed to...she was trained to.

It wasn't that Snow's speech was particularly unique. She'd heard something similar when she was in Basic, and again when she boarded the Stormcloud for her tenure aboard the ship. But the intel training was different. You worked alone because you had to. The brass didn't want to waste an entire wing just to figure out what the enemy was doing. Thus, you were trained to go out into the unknown and do things yourself. You didn't have friends on an Intel mission, only enemies.

But now...that had changed. She'd never been directly responsible for anyone's ass other than her own...now she was part of a group...

She turned her ears back and sighed. If he picked up on that, he'd know she'd accepted defeat.

"Got a full scan on the interior of the tanker," she said, picking her posture back up. "and last night, I did a low pass, I have an exact position on the main loading facility. Our further flights will focus on that...I have been letting Mason take care of his flights on his own, but I think we'll have to start flying formation. Too dangerous not to have support...though it'll make us easier to spot."

She hadn't intended on that, but Snow's lecture had her thinking in team mode, now.

There was a brief interruption in the conversation as Marcus and Neelaja's fighters went out through the launch tunnel. There was a slight magnetic assist going out that way...large ships like the Scavenger couldn't go that way, too narrow. they entered and exited through the rear hangar entrance.

"The techs have the data we collected. Anything you want help with, sir?"

WALTHERS/Girdeux: The commander took the schematics, and folded them neatly up. "Good. You'll probably wanna clear the space before the morning patrol returns. They're kinda tight for space in here, and I barely got the slot for you guys to land."

MARCUS/NEELAJA: Marcus led Neelaja ((darn, her name's hard to spell, ;p )) out into space. "Get into standard patrol formation, set your systems to "sim" and keep a look out..."

Neelaja: as you look out into space, you see your target markers all lit up in a cluster just over your right shoulder, almost where the canopy reaches the rear cockpit wall...

[BlueLoneWolf]

Snow noticed the sigh of defeat and grinned internally. One more person that I have to worry less about. Love it when people finally come 'round. Makes my job easier.
He listened intently, and at the end, he shook his head. "We're going to need possible drop zones for the sabotage team, depending on where we think is the best place to start the operation when we have enough intelligence in. I don't need anything else at the moment, but please be on the lookout for such things on your next run. And make sure that Mason gets the message that I'm watching your cockpit recordings."
There was a strange glint in his eye. He knew that you two weren't reporting all the stuff that went on, and that meant either he didn't care or he had something else in mind. Rand was grinning behind Snow. So the tiger wasn't a complete tight-wad. But if you thought he wouldn't hold that out over you two, you were mistaken.
"Let him know that he only leads when engagement is necessary. I have to start checking out equipment. Rand, you get that simulator fired up and take Hammond along to help with what information we've got," he said.
"Sir, yes, sir. Come on, Corporal, we've got mayhem to plan," said Rand, yanking Hammond free of formation. They both saluted and were off.
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Park grunted. "That's a rather strange range, ma'am. I suggest starting at a higher weight if you're all the way up to 250. I'd think that 150 would be about proper."
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((Yes. I went with semi-authentic British for Snow and semi-authentic Indian for Neelaja. And almost all the cool sounding female names are long spellings.))

Neelaja pinged the ships to Marcus's cockpit. "They're already on our six, Captain. Your lead, sir."

[psycho warrior]

Girdeux griped his head cracked his neck loudly, his eyes never leaving Walthers for a second. "We'll be close enough to watch."

The older coyote walked away from Walthers and stood in front of Briar, glaring coldly down at him. Briar on the other hand was unable to hide a predatory grin from his former employer. They stood looking at each other for a few seconds, but in a flash Girdeux's fist clenched into a fist and flew into Briar's jaw.

The attack happened so quick that Briar was knocked to the floor, nursing a split lip. When he looked back up at the old salt the older Coyote was already on board his ship and closing the bay doors.

Briar licked his lip, the coppery taste as something that he had tasted a lot on that ship. He had noticed that the old fart hadn't kicked or yelled at him when he was down; a sign that he wasn't angry. But it did remind him of the promise he had made to Girdeux before he went back to the military; he would always be honest with himself and others. He wouldn't hide behind false fronts either.

The Scavenger slowly rose off the landing pad and backed away, heading back out into the void of space.

This post has been edited by psycho warrior on Dec 8 2009, 05:51 PM

[Knight]

" nay, I'm just going for a light workout, if i was going for if i was going for a heavy workout, i would start at 200 and go to my max at 325. "

Katelyn smiles, before answering parks Unasked question.

" My original unit was 101st armored on Corneria. and one of My instructor first rules was know how to do anything and everything with you vehicle, and includes maintenance and spot checks. "