Rizzo
Well-Known Member
Central Uesureya, Planet Yamatai
Candon stepped into the PA bay with his left hand wrapped in bandage tape. They worked fine but it hurt to move the reattached fingers. Pain hadn't stopped him before, he was as ready as he needed to be. "Good morning, ladies," he called over the sound of plastic wrap ripping and reactors starting. Fresh, clean painted armor was a scary sight. They hadn't had their metal tested in battle.. yet. Training had been a little rough, the infantry team's combat efficiency wasn't particularly high scoring but combat had a tendency to unite even the most stubborn people and weed out those who just couldn't figure it out. It had always been the reason stories were never told of brave soldiers and their simulators.
Candon's armor stood out like a sore thumb, deep, yet superficial scratches marked every plate. The testing grounds were brutal. Test pilots from across the empire had been selected to test the latest armor as it left the final phase of development to enter production. It was the last chance to find the bugs and flaws so every operator was pushing her armor to the limit. It was the most aggressive testing he'd ever participated in and he loved it.
The paint, or lack of it, reflected his love of the testing, but frankly it would not reflect the empire in a professional way. Candon had to fix it.
"Shôshô Hanako, I have forgotten to repaint my armor after the two days at the testing center. It is no longer meeting specifications for official armor. The paint will need to be stripped completely. While at this stage I would like to request permission to apply the SAINT-issued gunmetal black paint scheme."
He sent his commander the telepathic message.
He turned around to take in the view. It was just like old times, only this time his team was composed completely of babies. He saw the sparkle in Junko's piercing red eyes as she fawned over the new weapon, It was saddening to think of how this might be the last time her face would light up as a child's. War was brewing, and cold as it was war always demanded blood. Watching Shiho there was that rogue streak always present. With no real respect there was only duty to drive her. Would it be enough?
It was apparent. There was no true grit in Yamatai like Nepleslia had, no experience, not even Tsuguka had formal training in the occupation she would be filling. Perhaps life had simply become too easy for people and for lack of struggle tenacity had been lost. It felt like he was falling with no hope but to trust these young girls to catch him. Whether they could was the question and the answer lied ahead of them in the conflict to come.
As he pondered the condition of his crew he noticed Shigafumi Astrider missing from his sight. The augmented reality from his communicator appeared as he telepathically began to access MEGAMI for information on their whereabouts- but he stopped. He needed to step back and respect the authority he was giving to Tsuguka.
"Tsu-Hei," he called to her cordially, "Astrider isn't here. Fix it."
Candon stepped into the PA bay with his left hand wrapped in bandage tape. They worked fine but it hurt to move the reattached fingers. Pain hadn't stopped him before, he was as ready as he needed to be. "Good morning, ladies," he called over the sound of plastic wrap ripping and reactors starting. Fresh, clean painted armor was a scary sight. They hadn't had their metal tested in battle.. yet. Training had been a little rough, the infantry team's combat efficiency wasn't particularly high scoring but combat had a tendency to unite even the most stubborn people and weed out those who just couldn't figure it out. It had always been the reason stories were never told of brave soldiers and their simulators.
Candon's armor stood out like a sore thumb, deep, yet superficial scratches marked every plate. The testing grounds were brutal. Test pilots from across the empire had been selected to test the latest armor as it left the final phase of development to enter production. It was the last chance to find the bugs and flaws so every operator was pushing her armor to the limit. It was the most aggressive testing he'd ever participated in and he loved it.
The paint, or lack of it, reflected his love of the testing, but frankly it would not reflect the empire in a professional way. Candon had to fix it.
"Shôshô Hanako, I have forgotten to repaint my armor after the two days at the testing center. It is no longer meeting specifications for official armor. The paint will need to be stripped completely. While at this stage I would like to request permission to apply the SAINT-issued gunmetal black paint scheme."
He sent his commander the telepathic message.
He turned around to take in the view. It was just like old times, only this time his team was composed completely of babies. He saw the sparkle in Junko's piercing red eyes as she fawned over the new weapon, It was saddening to think of how this might be the last time her face would light up as a child's. War was brewing, and cold as it was war always demanded blood. Watching Shiho there was that rogue streak always present. With no real respect there was only duty to drive her. Would it be enough?
It was apparent. There was no true grit in Yamatai like Nepleslia had, no experience, not even Tsuguka had formal training in the occupation she would be filling. Perhaps life had simply become too easy for people and for lack of struggle tenacity had been lost. It felt like he was falling with no hope but to trust these young girls to catch him. Whether they could was the question and the answer lied ahead of them in the conflict to come.
As he pondered the condition of his crew he noticed Shigafumi Astrider missing from his sight. The augmented reality from his communicator appeared as he telepathically began to access MEGAMI for information on their whereabouts- but he stopped. He needed to step back and respect the authority he was giving to Tsuguka.
"Tsu-Hei," he called to her cordially, "Astrider isn't here. Fix it."
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