Black Echo
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(4/6/03 10:24 pm)
Reply Homecoming Black Echo paced impatiently around the interior of the Anubis-Class Corvette as many thoughts drifted through his head. He had done a number of things within the last several months, including a very spectacular visit to Ayenee Prime where he was allowed to have some fun. He mainly enjoyed being able to pilot the new Cyclone style Variable Mecha, which was possibly the greatest maneuverability he had enjoyed in a vehicle in a very long time. Though recently, he had been called back on orders by the very CINC of the Nerimian Defense Initiative himself, most likely to give a full status report on his former mission and be assigned a new one. This had only excited him more, as a new assignment meant new pieces of hardware he could pick up for a custom work of his own doing. With a slight chuckle, he relaxed back in the bed that aligned the corner of his temporary living area aboard the ship; his mind fell to the realm of dreams.
His mind drifted from the works of variable fighters to that of when he was a child, training to what he was today, always working on electronic devices of some sort, a monkey wrench never far from his grasp. He thought of what was to come next, perhaps it would involve something to do with the Jaaq'tah Alliance, and particularly the Sakkras, or so his dreams went. He could envision himself cutting down these horrible creatures with ease, an M41, the semi-respectable warriors being felled by the dozen. Other red dreams had went through his mind, only as he was awoken with a rough tap on the shoulder, which he responded with a quick fist to the face. The man had been trying to wake him up nicely, but Satoshi did not enjoy being woken up while he was having such dreams.
A small text message had appeared on the video screen, a flat plasma display lying against the wall. ~We have arrived at the Red Star Citadel, Lieutenant Satoshi Maenaka.~ Satoshi grinned at the message and prepared himself, his dress uniform just being recently cleaned. He dressed in the uniform as the Anubis slowed its descent upon a landing platform, finally setting down and all systems turned off. Walking to the cargo ramp as it slowly opened, Satoshi took a deep breath of the air, enjoying being "at homeâ€
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Posts: 1
(4/6/03 10:24 pm)
Reply Homecoming Black Echo paced impatiently around the interior of the Anubis-Class Corvette as many thoughts drifted through his head. He had done a number of things within the last several months, including a very spectacular visit to Ayenee Prime where he was allowed to have some fun. He mainly enjoyed being able to pilot the new Cyclone style Variable Mecha, which was possibly the greatest maneuverability he had enjoyed in a vehicle in a very long time. Though recently, he had been called back on orders by the very CINC of the Nerimian Defense Initiative himself, most likely to give a full status report on his former mission and be assigned a new one. This had only excited him more, as a new assignment meant new pieces of hardware he could pick up for a custom work of his own doing. With a slight chuckle, he relaxed back in the bed that aligned the corner of his temporary living area aboard the ship; his mind fell to the realm of dreams.
His mind drifted from the works of variable fighters to that of when he was a child, training to what he was today, always working on electronic devices of some sort, a monkey wrench never far from his grasp. He thought of what was to come next, perhaps it would involve something to do with the Jaaq'tah Alliance, and particularly the Sakkras, or so his dreams went. He could envision himself cutting down these horrible creatures with ease, an M41, the semi-respectable warriors being felled by the dozen. Other red dreams had went through his mind, only as he was awoken with a rough tap on the shoulder, which he responded with a quick fist to the face. The man had been trying to wake him up nicely, but Satoshi did not enjoy being woken up while he was having such dreams.
A small text message had appeared on the video screen, a flat plasma display lying against the wall. ~We have arrived at the Red Star Citadel, Lieutenant Satoshi Maenaka.~ Satoshi grinned at the message and prepared himself, his dress uniform just being recently cleaned. He dressed in the uniform as the Anubis slowed its descent upon a landing platform, finally setting down and all systems turned off. Walking to the cargo ramp as it slowly opened, Satoshi took a deep breath of the air, enjoying being "at homeâ€
