I AM STILL TOTALLY ALIVE
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Anyways, got back from christmas celebrations and happy to see guild is stable again. Hope this picks up soon.
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Ten minutes? Well, that didn't leave her much time to change. What was the point of having a briefing if the people getting it were getting nearly zero time to prepare with the information given? Oh well.
Having listened to the briefing, Isabel thought of her options. "Guarding some archaeological ruins" equated to "the most useless information ever" to her. True, she had been more accustomed to militarily structured mercenary units that had more discipline and proper protocol which absolutely insisted on keeping up to date on equipment and preparation - much like actual militaries. However, this was just a remote band of mercenaries. She couldn't ask for everything.
The pay was of no concern to her - all she was interested in was the adrenaline rush of battle. Unfortunately, she was already under the impression that there wouldn't be that much of it.
Being given ten minutes to prepare, Isabel returned to her room to grab any gear she deemed necessary. Looking at her two mainstay weapons - the X-90 Kinetic LMG and the X-A5 Plasma Shotgun, she thought for a moment. They were going to be in ruins, which most likely meant cramped quarters. That was... just about the most information she could get. Doing the best she could with the very limited information, she picked up the X-A5 Plasma Shotgun and gave it a quick check before slinging it over her shoulder. Opting not to wear her combat armour for this time, she instead strapped on her ammunition belt which had a number of flashbang and fragmentation grenades, as well as her combat knife. This wasn't going to be a massive battle; it was just guarding. What could possibly go wrong?
Everything. Everything could go wrong. If she could bring her LMG with her, she would have, but she only had the room for one weapon at the moment - and in the close quarters of the ruins, that meant the shotgun would fare better than the LMG. Satisfied with her gear, she made her way to the dropship, ready to head onto another adventure - however boring it seemed it would be.
Having listened to the briefing, Isabel thought of her options. "Guarding some archaeological ruins" equated to "the most useless information ever" to her. True, she had been more accustomed to militarily structured mercenary units that had more discipline and proper protocol which absolutely insisted on keeping up to date on equipment and preparation - much like actual militaries. However, this was just a remote band of mercenaries. She couldn't ask for everything.
The pay was of no concern to her - all she was interested in was the adrenaline rush of battle. Unfortunately, she was already under the impression that there wouldn't be that much of it.
Being given ten minutes to prepare, Isabel returned to her room to grab any gear she deemed necessary. Looking at her two mainstay weapons - the X-90 Kinetic LMG and the X-A5 Plasma Shotgun, she thought for a moment. They were going to be in ruins, which most likely meant cramped quarters. That was... just about the most information she could get. Doing the best she could with the very limited information, she picked up the X-A5 Plasma Shotgun and gave it a quick check before slinging it over her shoulder. Opting not to wear her combat armour for this time, she instead strapped on her ammunition belt which had a number of flashbang and fragmentation grenades, as well as her combat knife. This wasn't going to be a massive battle; it was just guarding. What could possibly go wrong?
Everything. Everything could go wrong. If she could bring her LMG with her, she would have, but she only had the room for one weapon at the moment - and in the close quarters of the ruins, that meant the shotgun would fare better than the LMG. Satisfied with her gear, she made her way to the dropship, ready to head onto another adventure - however boring it seemed it would be.
Kaila had been terrified as they ran, terrified as they encountered the cruxi, terrified even as the Spartan volunteered to stay behind. Had she faced the Cruxi before? Of course. Had she seen people face certain death? Make heroic actions? Die so others may live? Of course she has. It was most likely that she was the only living witness to the heroic sacrifices of dozens, hundreds of men and women who held the line in her home colony.
Did it ever get easier for her? No. It never should - and Lord help those form which it did.
Staying near Katyusha and Phoebe as they made their way through the halls, when they made it into the hangar bay Kaila saw the most heartening thing she saw all day. There, right in the hanger, standing beside the Izanagi was Airick Skye.
More importantly, standing right there on her hanger was her father.
Resisting the urge to simply leap up and embrace him with every ounce of discipline she had, knowing that her father had many things to take care of in order to get them off of the station alive, she simply remained calm. However, that did not change the fact she had been heartened by her father's presence. Her father was here; they were safe now.
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As reports came in and Airick helplessly listened to the sounds of the increasingly desperate battle offworld, he had been tapping his feet with all the impatience and worry of an officer, a soldier and a father. He kept his glances switched between various reports and the field from which the pilots were supposed to come. As the Framework loaded supplies and materials onto the Izanagi and the crewmen got onboard, Airick's foot kept tapping even in the middle of a conversation.
Then, he heard voices from the halls. Looking towards the hall, he saw the pilots coming. They were safe. She was safe. The fact that Kaila had made it relieved him to no end, and even as Lorenzo approached him his foot stopped tapping. Although he did not say anything to Kaila, he gave her a reassuring nod that everything was going to be all right.
Now he just hoped he could keep that promise.
"Well," Airick reported to Lorenzo, "The supplies are loaded, the Frameworks are loaded, the pilots are clambering in, the weapons and systems have passed all the pre launch checks we could do under the circumstances, the ship is complete with no engineering errors reported and we have enough ammunition to supply an entire battlegroup of cruisers. All of the crew are at general quarters and awaiting instructions.
All we need now," he concluded, lowering the datapad to look at Lorenzo, "is the power source."
Did it ever get easier for her? No. It never should - and Lord help those form which it did.
Staying near Katyusha and Phoebe as they made their way through the halls, when they made it into the hangar bay Kaila saw the most heartening thing she saw all day. There, right in the hanger, standing beside the Izanagi was Airick Skye.
More importantly, standing right there on her hanger was her father.
Resisting the urge to simply leap up and embrace him with every ounce of discipline she had, knowing that her father had many things to take care of in order to get them off of the station alive, she simply remained calm. However, that did not change the fact she had been heartened by her father's presence. Her father was here; they were safe now.
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As reports came in and Airick helplessly listened to the sounds of the increasingly desperate battle offworld, he had been tapping his feet with all the impatience and worry of an officer, a soldier and a father. He kept his glances switched between various reports and the field from which the pilots were supposed to come. As the Framework loaded supplies and materials onto the Izanagi and the crewmen got onboard, Airick's foot kept tapping even in the middle of a conversation.
Then, he heard voices from the halls. Looking towards the hall, he saw the pilots coming. They were safe. She was safe. The fact that Kaila had made it relieved him to no end, and even as Lorenzo approached him his foot stopped tapping. Although he did not say anything to Kaila, he gave her a reassuring nod that everything was going to be all right.
Now he just hoped he could keep that promise.
"Well," Airick reported to Lorenzo, "The supplies are loaded, the Frameworks are loaded, the pilots are clambering in, the weapons and systems have passed all the pre launch checks we could do under the circumstances, the ship is complete with no engineering errors reported and we have enough ammunition to supply an entire battlegroup of cruisers. All of the crew are at general quarters and awaiting instructions.
All we need now," he concluded, lowering the datapad to look at Lorenzo, "is the power source."
"It's alright, Masara's a small backwater place. I'd be more surprised if people have heard of it." she assured Weiss. After all, nothing exciting ever happened there and it was just one planet among millions.
"Torcerria?" Isabel asked as they approached the control room. "I can't say I know much about it. I think one of the passing pilots said something in the bar back home, but that was too long ago. Sorry." she apologized. Most of her information on the outside world - prior to joining the mercenary business, of course - came from the talk - and outright bragging - of starship captains and crew back home and she knew that those were as reliable as a cheap gun sold for 50 Gio.
"Torcerria?" Isabel asked as they approached the control room. "I can't say I know much about it. I think one of the passing pilots said something in the bar back home, but that was too long ago. Sorry." she apologized. Most of her information on the outside world - prior to joining the mercenary business, of course - came from the talk - and outright bragging - of starship captains and crew back home and she knew that those were as reliable as a cheap gun sold for 50 Gio.
Things had gone to hell, the Cruxi were attacking this supposedly secure location and the fact that the adults were worried probably meant that they weren't going to be pushed back. In an attempt to remain in control and not just burst out in fear and panic, Kaila considered what her father would say to her in the situation.
"Remember Kaila," the voice of her deceased biological father said, "When things are going to hell, calm is all you can be, so you might as well be so." Her father had gone on to explain that that was quoted from the famous 17th Century BC Roman Tactician Fabio when he was an advisor to Emperor Lu Bu of the Moon Empire during his wars against God-King Washington of the Ming Imperium and Archduke Napoleon of the Third Gallian Directorate.
Seeing some of her fellow future pilots run off, Kaila considered insisting on them staying instead of taking the initiative - what they were doing was reckless and beyond stupid. Even if they even got out of this very room, would they even have an idea of where to go? Where they were? Where they needed to go? Where the emergency exits were? Then, as people actually followed the idiot out - god knew why the SPARTANS were letting them through - she heard the girl make some speech about initiative and taking matters into their own hands. She would have said something right then and there, but now was not the time for an argument or debate.
And with that, she turned her back on the two people who were ready to abandon Lorenzo and turned to Katyusha and Phoebe, her body language making it clear she was done considering talking to the group in general. Looking at Phoebe, she placed her hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry," she assured her, "Everything will be alright. I'm sure of it."
Letting out a deep sigh, she turned and gave Katyusha a tired smile. "Hey Katyusha," she said with a tired smile, "Sorry I didn't get a chance to say hi earlier. Could you hand me a Choco bar?" she asked, speaking as if they were old friends who knew each other. Why? Because they were.
"Remember Kaila," the voice of her deceased biological father said, "When things are going to hell, calm is all you can be, so you might as well be so." Her father had gone on to explain that that was quoted from the famous 17th Century BC Roman Tactician Fabio when he was an advisor to Emperor Lu Bu of the Moon Empire during his wars against God-King Washington of the Ming Imperium and Archduke Napoleon of the Third Gallian Directorate.
Seeing some of her fellow future pilots run off, Kaila considered insisting on them staying instead of taking the initiative - what they were doing was reckless and beyond stupid. Even if they even got out of this very room, would they even have an idea of where to go? Where they were? Where they needed to go? Where the emergency exits were? Then, as people actually followed the idiot out - god knew why the SPARTANS were letting them through - she heard the girl make some speech about initiative and taking matters into their own hands. She would have said something right then and there, but now was not the time for an argument or debate.
And with that, she turned her back on the two people who were ready to abandon Lorenzo and turned to Katyusha and Phoebe, her body language making it clear she was done considering talking to the group in general. Looking at Phoebe, she placed her hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry," she assured her, "Everything will be alright. I'm sure of it."
Letting out a deep sigh, she turned and gave Katyusha a tired smile. "Hey Katyusha," she said with a tired smile, "Sorry I didn't get a chance to say hi earlier. Could you hand me a Choco bar?" she asked, speaking as if they were old friends who knew each other. Why? Because they were.
As much as Isabel wanted to explain that it was a reference to the character "Revolver Ocelot" she figured that, with Metal Gear Solid being as ancient as it was, there would be no way she would have the time or patience to explain the origins of the humble video game. She knew that there really was a cat called Ocelots, however - having deduced as such from the character's dialogue in the games - so she simply let Weiss believe the idea of it being a cat.
"Masara." she answered. "Quiet colony world. Not a lot of traffic and chances were you were a farmer or someone working in the few small towns the planet had." she explained. "It wasn't a very exciting place."
Of course, there was the time the slavers attacked, but she didn't know if Weiss would know about that. After all, it was a small planet with a minimal population and there were much bigger conflicts for the public to be concerned with. "How about you?" she asked, feeling that it would be rude for the conversation to be focused only on her and thinking that since Weiss was trying to get to know her, she should try and do the same.
"Masara." she answered. "Quiet colony world. Not a lot of traffic and chances were you were a farmer or someone working in the few small towns the planet had." she explained. "It wasn't a very exciting place."
Of course, there was the time the slavers attacked, but she didn't know if Weiss would know about that. After all, it was a small planet with a minimal population and there were much bigger conflicts for the public to be concerned with. "How about you?" she asked, feeling that it would be rude for the conversation to be focused only on her and thinking that since Weiss was trying to get to know her, she should try and do the same.
True, Isabel could probably handle herself without most of her weapons - she had enough experience by now to get by with her pistol, and her shotgun and her LMG were, admittedly, for full blown battlefields. Turning to Weiss, she was a bit surprised, not thinking that the rest of the mercenary company would get to know her yet - she had expected to be treated more or less as the cannon fodder she had fought as - skilled and talented cannon fodder, yes, but still cannon fodder nonetheless.
"...Ocelot." she finally returned the smiled. "Isabel Ocelot. Pleased to meet you Weiss."
Realistically, when considering her "mercenary reputation" name she had originally went back to her favourite past time. As much as "Revolver Ocelot" sounded as badass as she liked, she did not carry around a revolver - and her primary weapon was a light machine gun. She had considered various things, but no matter how much she wanted "Light Machine Gun Ocelot" or "LMG Ocelot" sounded much more like something a young child would pick for his name on an online video game rather than an established mercenary.
"...Ocelot." she finally returned the smiled. "Isabel Ocelot. Pleased to meet you Weiss."
Realistically, when considering her "mercenary reputation" name she had originally went back to her favourite past time. As much as "Revolver Ocelot" sounded as badass as she liked, she did not carry around a revolver - and her primary weapon was a light machine gun. She had considered various things, but no matter how much she wanted "Light Machine Gun Ocelot" or "LMG Ocelot" sounded much more like something a young child would pick for his name on an online video game rather than an established mercenary.
Also, Isabel is also open for conversation.
She was referring to Weiss being in full combat armour, and the "as well as June" referred to the fact she was there, not that she was in combat armour xD
Well, she certainly had come a long way. Fought in a dozen wars and held the line in three cities. Survived urban, door to door combat in at least six downtown warzones and if she was a proper soldier instead of a mercenary she probably would have made it to an officer rank by now.
Not bad for the child of potato farmers.
Hearing the announcement for all members to gather at the control room, Isabel snapped the last pieces of her Light Machine Gun together, having been doing some maintenance on it in anticipation of seeing action. Getting up, anticipating a briefing - not a direct situation into combat - Isabel only holstered her pistol over a casual outfit of t-shirt and jeans before heading out, heading towards the communication room and seeing Weiss in full combat armour already, as well as June.
Well, she thought to herself, somebody's eager.
Not bad for the child of potato farmers.
Hearing the announcement for all members to gather at the control room, Isabel snapped the last pieces of her Light Machine Gun together, having been doing some maintenance on it in anticipation of seeing action. Getting up, anticipating a briefing - not a direct situation into combat - Isabel only holstered her pistol over a casual outfit of t-shirt and jeans before heading out, heading towards the communication room and seeing Weiss in full combat armour already, as well as June.
Well, she thought to herself, somebody's eager.
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