ON
YSS Heitan
Location: Classified
Akemi sat in one of the many conference rooms on board the Heitan. She had a number of datapads in front of her, and a pitcher of water and a glass. As the ranking person of the squadron Numa-Shosa had told her to conduct the interviews of the newest potential members.
She looked at the data for the one she was waiting for 'Nepleslian, according to his records he suffered a serious physical injury, and personal emotional losses. Then he packed up and moved to Yamatai. Well, at least Tin Man will have some more Nepleslian company.' She thought.
"Hiromi, please notify me when the interviewee arrives." she said to the ship's MEGAMI.
"Certainly Tamahagane-Juni."
So far his short stay aboard the Heitan hadn't been to adventurous. Marco found this disappointing but as such a new member to the wing, he realized that he could hardly expect to be flung into any sort of wild dogfights just yet. So time had been passed in his room, strumming on his guitar, and listening to music until the time when he had been scheduled to meet with his commander had been on the horizon as it were. So he had put his guitar away and using his slowly well memorized recollection of the ship's layout, had made his way to the office in question. He'd paused just outside the door and keyed the pad to open it.
The door paused for a second, then slid open. From the doorway it was plain to see that this was a generic conference room. A large table dominated the room with seating for probably up to twenty people. A lone occupant sat in the middle of the right hand side of the table. A black haired, grey eyed Nekovalkyrja wearing a Type 35 uniform, that showed her rank as Santô Juni. She looked towards the open door and waited for Marco to enter.
Marco quickly stepped inside and performed an appropriately low bow for the higher-ranked soldier, "Marco Weismuller Santo Hei, reporting as ordered, Tamahagane-Juni."
Akemi returned his bow with a lesser one befitting her rank. "Take a seat Santo Hei and we can begin." she said keeping her face neutral, so far she was impressed by his performance.
At his commander's order, Marco quickly moved to a seat opposite her along the table, but with a rather relaxed and at ease move he sat down. Though when he faced her he still sat at attention, lingering effects of training making it impossible for him to have the relaxed but respective posture of more veteran soldiers. He was silent.
"You may sit at ease Weismuller-San, this interview is for me to evaluate you, your personality to determine how best to fit you into the FIghting Diamonds. The Shosa wanted me to conduct the interview since I am the current leader after our Shoi was reassigned." she said, with a softer expression on her face.
Marco only just relaxed, hands raising to rest atop each other on the table, and he leaned slightly forward in his chair, "Yes, ma'am." Ws his clipped reply, though soon a smile formed on his face, "Just trying to make a good impression."
"You did fine, but even if I were an officer, one can not technically conduct an interview if the other person is at attention. Since a person at attention is not permitted to speak." She waved her hand and volumetric display appeared above the table at an angle, she glanced at it then back to Marco.
"So, from your files I can see that you left the DION to join Yamatai and the Star Army. I need to ask what is your opinion of Nekovalkyrja."
"My opinion on the neko, ma'am?" He raised a brow curiously, "Frankly, I don't see how it matters what I would think of them. I flew with them in flight school just fine, even managed to outperform the ones in my class without a SPINE interface to help me. They're people just like any other. It'd would be a bit - racist - to go giving opinions like the one you're asking for." He motioned vaguely with one hand towards the display, "If I may, ma'am: what's your opinion on Nepleslians, then?"
"It matters because it is well known what most Nepleslians think of Nekovalkyrja It was perfectly legal until recently for a Nepleslian to kill a Nekovalkyrja in their territory if it was not in the military. Given that the majority of the crew of this ship that we work with are Nekos, it is a valid concern. The Diamonds currently is a much more homogeneous. We have quite the mix of species. Nepleslian anti-Nekovalkyrja sentiments are a form of racism. I am just making sure that it won't be an issue.
As for my opinion of Nepleslians, while none of your concern, is simple. To me they are just people. I grew up in a multi-racial home. The community I grew up was a very diverse one. I see people as individuals, and I take them as such. I was born a Geshrin, upgraded to the NH-22C body when the rest of my family did. Then when I chose to serve in the military, I opted to upgrade to a Nekovalkyrja body to allow me to serve the best I can.
So if my asking you uncomfortable questions is necessary for me to do my job. Then I will do so. It is not personal. It is just my job." She made a couple of annotations in her datapad, then looked back up at Marco.
"Do you consider yourself to be adaptable? Being on the Empire's frontier we are often called upon to fulfill roles that other fighter units would not be." she said fixing her grey eyes on Marco, the smile no longer present.
There was a comment about double-standards and reversed racism on the tip of his tongue, but the Nepleslian bit it down before even a sound of it came out. His face remained neutral and impassive save for the slightly diminished smile on his lips, "Adaptable? Ma'am, it may not seem like much to a combat veteran who looks back on it, but in training they don't give away high ratings. And like I said before, I scored higher in my practical tests then other people who didn't even need to physically open their eyes to fly, or move to fire their weapons. Plus in Funky city, you damn near have to be mentally prepared for a shootout if you try to walk out your door in the morning."
He offered a shrug, "So even if I'm not the best at something that gets thrown my way, the only way that somebody gets good is by trying at it. I'd like to say that the first time I ever sat in a pilot's seat, I aced all my tests with flying colors, but that's not true. So I'll throw my best into every situation, and with a team backing me up we should all come out just fine no matter what it is we find out here."
"Thank you for your candor. But let me clarify what I was asking. I was not referring to adaptability in the cockpit. You would not be sitting there if you could not adapte to tactical situations in a fighter
I am talking about assignments that have nothing to do with a Kawarime. The Diamonds since their inception have besides flying numerous missions. Provided security for a group of scientists on a newly explored planet. When members of that science team were kidnapped by hostiles. The Diamonds had to launch a search and recover mission which involved attacking a base with out the benefit of power armor or fighters.
By adaptable I am wanting to know that if we get a situation like that again. Will you be ready, willing and able to undertake the task."
"Ma'am, if I receive a lawful order I'll follow it. I mean, I may not have signed up to be a ground-pounder. I'm a fighter pilot, knights of the sky and all that, but -" He paused, reflecting for a moment if the light in his eyes was any indication, "- well life doesn't have a habit of throwing things at you when you plan for them. So I'd be willing to roll with the punches."
"That is the answer I was hoping to hear. I am aware of your personal tragedy. And you have my condolences for your loss. The Tamahagane Clan values the importance of family,
As for rolling with the punches, well my Aunt has a saying, be careful what you tell the universe. Because it will very often given it to you.
I am after this is complete going to be interviewing a Freespacer that has chosen to join the Star Army. I definitely did not see that coming."
She made a few more entries into her datapad.
"Lastly, what would you say is your best facet that you are going to bring to the Squadron?" she said with a wry smile.
Marco smiled, a new confidence in his expression as he leaned back a little, "Give me a bird, maybe an EWO to help me out, and I'll make the Diamonds have a new ace inside three months if you give me time in the air. I may not be a mechanic or a flight surgeon like some of the folks you have listed on your flight roster. But the way I see it, that just gives me more focus on being one of the best pilots to ever take the yoke." His smile grew a little.
"Oh, and I can sing and play instruments in the pilot's lounge if somebody asks me to. Also, and proud fact here that I hope to get fire-tested. I've never lost a wingman in simulation. With real lives on the line, I'd like to think that I can keep the record up."
"The factors you just mentioned are life in the 2XF. We have people from a variety of careers in our squadron. The technician, Tin Man was the EWO for the Shoi. So he is going to need to be reassigned. Tin Man is a unique person that has to be experienced to appreciate.
And I am glad to hear that you have not lost a wingman in simulations. Unfortunately, real life is a lot more unpredictable than simulations. And with in a peace time mode. Becoming as ace may take a little longer."
She closed her datapad and dismissed the volumetric display. She looked at Marco for a moment weighing the answer, non-answers and body language she read.
"Well, you may have a chance to demonstrate your musical abilities sooner than you think." She said as she placed a small stack of 21st Patches in front of him. "The squadron is going to be joining me in the Safety Valve in an hour. As a member, I will expect you to be present. Casual dress code permitted." she said.
Marco retrieved a patch, smiling as he examined it for a moment, and then looking back to the CO, "Yes ma'am, I'll be there as ordered. I'd offer to buy the first round, but lowly little Santo Heis like myself don't make great pay." He laughed seemingly at his own joke, stood up, and gave a bow again before turning to leave.
"Squadron tradition. First round is on me. See you there fly boy." she said after returning his bow.
With that, Marko turned and left for the door setting out for his quarters.
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YSS Heitan
Location: Classified
Akemi sat in one of the many conference rooms on board the Heitan. She had a number of datapads in front of her, and a pitcher of water and a glass. As the ranking person of the squadron Numa-Shosa had told her to conduct the interviews of the newest potential members.
She looked at the data for the one she was waiting for 'Nepleslian, according to his records he suffered a serious physical injury, and personal emotional losses. Then he packed up and moved to Yamatai. Well, at least Tin Man will have some more Nepleslian company.' She thought.
"Hiromi, please notify me when the interviewee arrives." she said to the ship's MEGAMI.
"Certainly Tamahagane-Juni."
So far his short stay aboard the Heitan hadn't been to adventurous. Marco found this disappointing but as such a new member to the wing, he realized that he could hardly expect to be flung into any sort of wild dogfights just yet. So time had been passed in his room, strumming on his guitar, and listening to music until the time when he had been scheduled to meet with his commander had been on the horizon as it were. So he had put his guitar away and using his slowly well memorized recollection of the ship's layout, had made his way to the office in question. He'd paused just outside the door and keyed the pad to open it.
The door paused for a second, then slid open. From the doorway it was plain to see that this was a generic conference room. A large table dominated the room with seating for probably up to twenty people. A lone occupant sat in the middle of the right hand side of the table. A black haired, grey eyed Nekovalkyrja wearing a Type 35 uniform, that showed her rank as Santô Juni. She looked towards the open door and waited for Marco to enter.
Marco quickly stepped inside and performed an appropriately low bow for the higher-ranked soldier, "Marco Weismuller Santo Hei, reporting as ordered, Tamahagane-Juni."
Akemi returned his bow with a lesser one befitting her rank. "Take a seat Santo Hei and we can begin." she said keeping her face neutral, so far she was impressed by his performance.
At his commander's order, Marco quickly moved to a seat opposite her along the table, but with a rather relaxed and at ease move he sat down. Though when he faced her he still sat at attention, lingering effects of training making it impossible for him to have the relaxed but respective posture of more veteran soldiers. He was silent.
"You may sit at ease Weismuller-San, this interview is for me to evaluate you, your personality to determine how best to fit you into the FIghting Diamonds. The Shosa wanted me to conduct the interview since I am the current leader after our Shoi was reassigned." she said, with a softer expression on her face.
Marco only just relaxed, hands raising to rest atop each other on the table, and he leaned slightly forward in his chair, "Yes, ma'am." Ws his clipped reply, though soon a smile formed on his face, "Just trying to make a good impression."
"You did fine, but even if I were an officer, one can not technically conduct an interview if the other person is at attention. Since a person at attention is not permitted to speak." She waved her hand and volumetric display appeared above the table at an angle, she glanced at it then back to Marco.
"So, from your files I can see that you left the DION to join Yamatai and the Star Army. I need to ask what is your opinion of Nekovalkyrja."
"My opinion on the neko, ma'am?" He raised a brow curiously, "Frankly, I don't see how it matters what I would think of them. I flew with them in flight school just fine, even managed to outperform the ones in my class without a SPINE interface to help me. They're people just like any other. It'd would be a bit - racist - to go giving opinions like the one you're asking for." He motioned vaguely with one hand towards the display, "If I may, ma'am: what's your opinion on Nepleslians, then?"
"It matters because it is well known what most Nepleslians think of Nekovalkyrja It was perfectly legal until recently for a Nepleslian to kill a Nekovalkyrja in their territory if it was not in the military. Given that the majority of the crew of this ship that we work with are Nekos, it is a valid concern. The Diamonds currently is a much more homogeneous. We have quite the mix of species. Nepleslian anti-Nekovalkyrja sentiments are a form of racism. I am just making sure that it won't be an issue.
As for my opinion of Nepleslians, while none of your concern, is simple. To me they are just people. I grew up in a multi-racial home. The community I grew up was a very diverse one. I see people as individuals, and I take them as such. I was born a Geshrin, upgraded to the NH-22C body when the rest of my family did. Then when I chose to serve in the military, I opted to upgrade to a Nekovalkyrja body to allow me to serve the best I can.
So if my asking you uncomfortable questions is necessary for me to do my job. Then I will do so. It is not personal. It is just my job." She made a couple of annotations in her datapad, then looked back up at Marco.
"Do you consider yourself to be adaptable? Being on the Empire's frontier we are often called upon to fulfill roles that other fighter units would not be." she said fixing her grey eyes on Marco, the smile no longer present.
There was a comment about double-standards and reversed racism on the tip of his tongue, but the Nepleslian bit it down before even a sound of it came out. His face remained neutral and impassive save for the slightly diminished smile on his lips, "Adaptable? Ma'am, it may not seem like much to a combat veteran who looks back on it, but in training they don't give away high ratings. And like I said before, I scored higher in my practical tests then other people who didn't even need to physically open their eyes to fly, or move to fire their weapons. Plus in Funky city, you damn near have to be mentally prepared for a shootout if you try to walk out your door in the morning."
He offered a shrug, "So even if I'm not the best at something that gets thrown my way, the only way that somebody gets good is by trying at it. I'd like to say that the first time I ever sat in a pilot's seat, I aced all my tests with flying colors, but that's not true. So I'll throw my best into every situation, and with a team backing me up we should all come out just fine no matter what it is we find out here."
"Thank you for your candor. But let me clarify what I was asking. I was not referring to adaptability in the cockpit. You would not be sitting there if you could not adapte to tactical situations in a fighter
I am talking about assignments that have nothing to do with a Kawarime. The Diamonds since their inception have besides flying numerous missions. Provided security for a group of scientists on a newly explored planet. When members of that science team were kidnapped by hostiles. The Diamonds had to launch a search and recover mission which involved attacking a base with out the benefit of power armor or fighters.
By adaptable I am wanting to know that if we get a situation like that again. Will you be ready, willing and able to undertake the task."
"Ma'am, if I receive a lawful order I'll follow it. I mean, I may not have signed up to be a ground-pounder. I'm a fighter pilot, knights of the sky and all that, but -" He paused, reflecting for a moment if the light in his eyes was any indication, "- well life doesn't have a habit of throwing things at you when you plan for them. So I'd be willing to roll with the punches."
"That is the answer I was hoping to hear. I am aware of your personal tragedy. And you have my condolences for your loss. The Tamahagane Clan values the importance of family,
As for rolling with the punches, well my Aunt has a saying, be careful what you tell the universe. Because it will very often given it to you.
I am after this is complete going to be interviewing a Freespacer that has chosen to join the Star Army. I definitely did not see that coming."
She made a few more entries into her datapad.
"Lastly, what would you say is your best facet that you are going to bring to the Squadron?" she said with a wry smile.
Marco smiled, a new confidence in his expression as he leaned back a little, "Give me a bird, maybe an EWO to help me out, and I'll make the Diamonds have a new ace inside three months if you give me time in the air. I may not be a mechanic or a flight surgeon like some of the folks you have listed on your flight roster. But the way I see it, that just gives me more focus on being one of the best pilots to ever take the yoke." His smile grew a little.
"Oh, and I can sing and play instruments in the pilot's lounge if somebody asks me to. Also, and proud fact here that I hope to get fire-tested. I've never lost a wingman in simulation. With real lives on the line, I'd like to think that I can keep the record up."
"The factors you just mentioned are life in the 2XF. We have people from a variety of careers in our squadron. The technician, Tin Man was the EWO for the Shoi. So he is going to need to be reassigned. Tin Man is a unique person that has to be experienced to appreciate.
And I am glad to hear that you have not lost a wingman in simulations. Unfortunately, real life is a lot more unpredictable than simulations. And with in a peace time mode. Becoming as ace may take a little longer."
She closed her datapad and dismissed the volumetric display. She looked at Marco for a moment weighing the answer, non-answers and body language she read.
"Well, you may have a chance to demonstrate your musical abilities sooner than you think." She said as she placed a small stack of 21st Patches in front of him. "The squadron is going to be joining me in the Safety Valve in an hour. As a member, I will expect you to be present. Casual dress code permitted." she said.
Marco retrieved a patch, smiling as he examined it for a moment, and then looking back to the CO, "Yes ma'am, I'll be there as ordered. I'd offer to buy the first round, but lowly little Santo Heis like myself don't make great pay." He laughed seemingly at his own joke, stood up, and gave a bow again before turning to leave.
"Squadron tradition. First round is on me. See you there fly boy." she said after returning his bow.
With that, Marko turned and left for the door setting out for his quarters.
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