"Lieutenant Celina Ibrahim."
You turned around and faced the source of the voice. Captain Eisenhorn was floating to you with a gentle smile.
You quickly straightened yourself out and saluted the Captain. "Apologies, Sir."
He waved you with his hand, signaling to be at ease. You relaxed your posture and brought down your salute at the mark.
"Its all right Lieutenant. Your father would often do the same thing when he was my captain."
Captain Eisenhorn flew next to you and situated himself at the railing by the window. He gazed outward, reminiscing about the past.
"Tabris would always be looking out as if the twinkling stars held the answers to everything. Even in the middle of battle, he would get lost in the sight. I never could see what he saw in them. I'm sure you will one day become a fine leader just like he was."
The conversation died from there. Eisenhorn was still looking out the window at the stars, as if one last attempt to understand Tabris.
"Would that be all Captain?"
Captain Eisenhorn came back to reality and chuckled. "I guess the time for idle chatter is gone. Lieutenant, I will be leaving momentarily for a strategic meeting on the <i>Nolan</i>. One of our forward fleets has detected and engaged several ROV ships. The fight for Earth is going to be a long and hard one and we need to be prepared for all circumstances. While I am away run an inspection on the ship. How the personal are doing and the equipment and so on."
"Yes Sir!" You saluted again.
Captain Eisenhorn pushed away the rail and floated across the bridge. He suddenly turned around and said one last thing, "Also Lieutenant you should be more careful when you gaze off. There should be no enemies near but as you know our radars are running in heavy interference right now. Trouble could arise at any moment and an officer needs to always be ready for that."
"Yes Sir!"
Eisenhorn floated off and left the bridge. Outside the window the <i>Nolan</i> came into. You were situated in one of the several fleets in the main force headed towards Earth so there were several ships around. There was debris everywhere from rocks and asteroids to old wreckage. You would have to attentive because not only is the radar not working, but also there was no clear line of sight to detect the enemy.
From here your work began. The <i>Dreadnought</i> was a first of its kind ship in the experimental <i>Heracles</i> class. It was bigger then your average frigate and destroyer class ships, but smaller then ships in the carrier and flag ship designations. A battleship would be the closest one would find to a <i>Heracles</i> ship. With the advent of Mobile Suits, the need for ships to carry an utilize them grew exponentially. The <i>Heracles</i> line was designed with Mobile Suits in mind. Using the new Minovsky Physics technology, the <i>Dreadnought</i> was designed to be a ship that could not only support Mobile Suits in combat, but also be an offensive force in sinking other ships.
It was a large ship, so you better get started you thought.
Entering the bridge, it was rectangular with various computers and equipment on the sides. The front of bridge became a rhombus shape, with three window panels, giving a grand view of the area. In the middle was the leathery black Captain's chair, elevated above everything else. In the middle, the main chair was surrounded by four other chairs.
Nearly attached to the captains chair, were two seats at a lower level facing the wall. On the right hand side was Master Chief Petty Officer Ethan Hammer, the offensive coordinator that handled the cannons and armaments. The left side was the defense console which handled and predicted counter measures to enemy fire, manned by Chief Petty Officer Gina Li. From his spot, the captain could simply look right and left to either talk to the operators or read the information on their computer systems.
You floated over and patted Ethan on the back.
"How are the weapons systems looking Master Chief Hammer?"
Ethan Hammer was a scrawny, white, and nerdy guy with puffy, almost afro like, red hair at 22 years of age. He was a playful man by nature, trying to turn everything he does into a game. Ethan was able to handle himself well in pressure situations and accomplish his objectives more or less., despite sometimes making things harder for himself by messing around.
"All systems green Lieutenant! The Mega particle cannon has been cleared by the engineers for firing. As usual, The pair of 2 barrel particle cannons on either side are good to go! Our rotatory two barrel beam cannons stand at the ready. The 6 beam turrets are fully tuned and operational. The 32 two barrel defense turret system is locked and loaded, but currently unmanned. As for missiles, the two missile silos on the front and back are fully loaded with a complete stockpile to refill them!"
"Excellent Master Chief Hammer. Let me know if the situation changes."
"Roger, Lieutenant!"
You swung around and faced Gina Li at her console.
"Cheif Li, how do things look your end?"
Gina Li was a very defensive and obsessive lady. She was very particular on the arrangement of objects and is quick to get riled up over even the smallest things. The way she acts sometimes, you would think he was an insane 70 year old grandma and not the small, 21 year old, black haired Asian lady she was. Still, her nature made her right or the job as a defensive coordinator. She would stop at nothing to minimize damage done as much as possible. Her particular nature made it so that she rarely overlooked even the smallest details of the enemy attack.
"Everything is good so far. Flares, automated sentries, and missile counter measures are all stocked -- Please don't fly so close, being in my space makes me uncomfortable."
"Sorry." You backed off a little.
"The ship is fully functional so evasion action should not be a problem. The electromagnetic defensive coating has been applied as well. Anything else?"
"No that would be all Chief Li."
You pushed away from the Captain's man control platform. Diagonally right to the Captain's chair was seat of the executive officer, or your seat in this case. From your seat you could pull up information on all aspects of the ship so you can help the Captain manage battle situations, acting as a second set of eyes. Opposite of your chair on the left was a vacant chair that was left open for visiting officers and dignitaries.
In front of the Captain's chair was the the ship control panels and systems. In control of navigating and controlling the ship was Warrant Officer Huong Mann. The one overlooking the engines, Mobile Suit Catapults, and other ship metrics was Master Chief Petty Officer Borin Lukin.
You drifted up behind them and placed one hand on each of their chairs, looking over at their screens.
"What is the status of the <i>Dreadnought</i>?"
Warrant Officer Huong Mann spoke first.
"The ship is currently idling within the fleet with no movement to report on. We can set a course an begin moving at a moments notice."
Houng Mann was a larger bodied, Vietnamese lady with short cut black hair. At 36 years of age, she stood as one the older members of the crew. She was very particular that rules were followed and was quick to reprimand those that broke them. Other then that, Houng Mann was very friendly and kind, especially to children. The one thing she would not tolerate is anything that got in her way of eating sweets which she constantly craved.
"And on your end Master Chief Lukin?"
"Engines are fully operational. Both Catapults stand at the ready. There are no current concerns."
Borin Lukin was a large, burlesque man of Russian origin. He sported no hair on his head, instead favoring a pointy jet black goatee. Master Chief Lukin was extremely quiet and reserved man. He rarely spoke, and when he did it was out of necessity and kept it as short as possible. His quiet voice did not match his muscular frame. The man was a mystery beyond that. No one even knew his age. The records said 30, but even you were not sure if that was accurate.
"Very good. Inform me if the situation changes."
"Yes, Ma'am." They answered uniformly.
Your next stop was the Khan twins; Petty Officer Second Class Abdul Basit Khan and Petty Officer Second Class Wali Khan. The twins were in charge of radar, serving as a scout for debris, ships, mobile suits, and anything else. They were both giant, 25 year old, brown men with identical short and spiky hair. The Khans were total goof balls. They played jokes on everyone and ran around the ship like a comedic duo. Be it terrible jokes and skits or pranks or even going into character, they never stopped trying to get a laugh.
"Have the radar systems been able to pick anything up yet?"
"Nien, Ma'am. All iz quiet on ze Vestern front," answered Basit in a German accent.
Wali picked up right after Basit, "Ze radars ave been running into interference vrom ze debris. Communications zeem to be vine zough."
"Quit it with the accents you two and get back to work you too."
As you floated away, rubbing your head at their silly antics, the pair went off again.
Basit started, "You may stop uz now, but --" Ze Reich vill rize again!" Concluded Wali.
You didnt even bother responding.
The last group on the Bridge was the communications operator, Petty Officer Third Class Amelia Wallen, and the systems operator, Petty Officer First Class Ralph Emmer. Petty Officer Amelia was in charge of relaying information from the Captain to the pilots and receive and send messages to other ships and units. Ralph Emmer was in charge of keeping track of the status of the ship. Damage reports, fuel levels, the gravity system, and more fell in his scope.
"Petty Officer Emmer, what is the status of the ship?"
The 21 year old Ralph Emmer had short, messy brown hair and an all around average build. A casual man by nature, he was quick to drop formalities and easy to talk to. He tries to shrug off extra work as much as possible, preferring to slack off as much as possible.
"No irregularities to report on, Lieutenant. Some debris dinged off the sides, but there was no damage."
"Good. Wallen, are there any messages?"
Amelia Wallen was a snarky little 19 year old. She was short, almost child like, and had large, pink twin tail hair. Even though she cares for those around her, she regularly blows people off and is reluctant to help at first, but quickly turns around and offers assistance in a reproachful manner. Amelia often teases those around her and goes about flaunting what she calls her 'cute little body'.
"No Ma'am, no messages for you. If you really wanted to talk to someone, I could call someone up for you."
"No Petty Officer Wallen, im fine. Im making rounds around the ship anyways so if I need to talk to someone I will find them myself."
The rundown of the bridge was complete. All you had left to do was check up on a few people then swing by the Mobile Suit hanger.
Exiting the bridge, the first place you went to was the medical bay. Inside, you found Dr. Yumi Endo and her assistant, Sanna Rehman.
Dr. Endo was lounging on one of the patient beds, smoking a cigarette. Her large breasts floated in the air, as she was sprawled about. She was careful with the cigarette so that her long, luxurious black hair would not get burnt by it. She was not that old at 30, but she certainly looked younger.
Speaking almost like a cat Dr. Endo greeted you from her rest. "What brings you here, Lieutenant Ibrahim?"
"Im on orders from Captain Eisenhorn to do a full check on the ship. Also need I remind you that smoking on board is not allowed?"
"Sorry, sorry." She put out the cigarette. "Everything is fine here, you need not worry. My fine little assistant here as made sure of that."
She waved at Sanna who was going through the cabinets, taking inventory and checking all the medical supplies and equipment. She had wide hips and an equally large bosom. Her black hair was tied back in a braid and went down her brown skin, covered by a medical lab coat.
You had not interacted much with the medical staff, but both were interesting people from what you have heard. Dr. Endo was a predator to put it one way. She looked great and <i>she knew it</i>. Otherwise a lax person, if she is interested in something, she would waste no time prowling after it. Sanna Rehman was much more moderate. Even though she was 9 years younger then Dr. Endo, she was much more professional. She was tidy and prompt and tried her best to keep her rambunctious elder in check.
Giving a quick look over the room, everything looked to be in good order.
"If you need anything, please let me know."
"Will do, Lieutenant," Dr. Endo responded.
Your final stop was the Mobile Suit bay. The <i>Dreadnought</i> was designed to carry 12 mobile suits, much more then the average which was 6. Not many ships were even properly outfitted with mobile suits, leaving them to the carriers. The military strategists foresaw that the future of war lied in these weapons, so all resources were poured into outfitting ships to carry as many as possible.
Right now there were six mobile suits and two fighter planes on board, evenly split between the two hangers. Each hanger had its own team of engineers and mechanics. You had enough teams to completely service two mobile suits in each hanger at a time. You could check in with the mechanics, but the better idea was to go straight to the pilots. The pilots were in charge of making sure their own mobile suits were ready to sortie, telling the mechanic staff what they need done. Even though you had six mobile suits and two fighter planes, you only had five pilots.
You found all of them sitting around in the lounge that was designed as a waiting and relaxation room in the down time, horsing around throwing around a ball and playing cards.
The assigned leader of the squad was Lieutenant Joseph Chewy. He was a large, muscular man with slick blonde hair. He had an impeccable smile and a lantern jaw. He was known to be a lady's man, flirting with anything that had a vagina. Still, he showed great respect and manners to those around him, not pushing so hard as to be aggressive or annoying. He is the only one to have served in combat, participating as a Mobile Suit pilot during 'The Great War'. At 30 years of age, he was the oldest member of the group and served as the authoritative and fatherly figure for the group. It would be closer to call him the 'Big Brother' of the bunch. Despite all this responsibility, he still tries to cut loose as much as possible to have some fun. He was truly a dandy in space.
Below him was Ensigns Himura Yamamoto and Emily Churchill.
Himura Yamamoto was a man who put great emphasis on the details at 21 years of age. His blue hair was kept short and clean. Stayed in just the right physical condition, not too large or bulky and not to small or scrawny. Ensign Yamamoto tried to manage everything as best he could. Just the right amount of sugar and cream in his coffee. Not a speck of dust on his ironed clothing. Every paper filed and tucked away. A rule follower to the letter. His obsession with order and detail may seem overwhelming, but he always kept it to himself. Himura never let it get out of control, keeping himself in check. In fact, he tried his best to not overwhelm his team, but to try and do his part to bring order and reason to any given situation. For his attention to detail and his preciseness, he the sharpshooter of the group, preferring combat at long range.
Emily Churchill on the other hand had a little bit more of a temper. Her auburn hair tied back, and freckles dotting her face, she was always ready to a fight or for action. She acted more like a tomboy and even at times looked like one with her slender body. If it weren't for her gorgeous face and hair, it might have been hard to tell otherwise. Fiesty and playful, she was always active and looking to hang out or have fun. Her temperament got the better of her at times. Always going in first. Too eager to fight. Antsy and impatient. As a team member, she was devoted to her comrades. She could get in a serious fight with someone in the morning, and by night she would have already resolved the issue. Emily would not go to sleep unless she had either forgiven everyone that wronged her, or be forgiven for everyone she had wronged. For a women at 20, she was paradoxically childish yet adult at times.
The final two members were the greenhorns of the group, Master Chief Petty Officers Spike Cross at 19 and Zaid ibn Harithah at 18.
If you had to describe one of the pilots as a loner, it would be Master Chief Cross. Laid back and seemingly always relaxed, he prefers to be left alone to his own devices. He is the tallest of them with large black, fluffy hair that always looks like he just woke up. Spike spends hours honing his own body and mind, working by himself whenever possible. He is easily the most fit with a toned body, but not overtly muscular. Even though he is a pilot, he spends a great deal of time practicing various martial arts, boxing, and other fighting styles. However, he deeply enjoys his downtime. If lounging around was a sport, he would be an olympic medalist. With the team he is more open and friendly, but never lets down his passive attitude. Spike's largest issue is that he refuses to tack responsibility. He refuses to put himself in leadership positions and make decisions even if he is capable of it. he actively avoids the spotlight and trys to stay in the background no matter what he can and can not do. However, it works out with the team because he tries to be level headed and not rush into things. His lax nature allows him to take things slower and support those that rush in haphazardly.
The final pilot was Zaid ibn Harithah. If you had to describe him in one word, it would be nerd. With his disheveled black hair, clean and defined jaw line, gorgeous light brown skin, and fit body, you never would have thought of him as a nerd at first glance. But then he opens his mouth. At times he literally speaks in mathematical equations. You heard he was a genius of sorts, a real prodigy. Master Chief Zaid Harithah was a real oddity personality wise. At times he would look insecure, and hide behind his teammates. Other times he would openly come forward and say the most profound thing that would blow everyone's mind away. Around most people he is rather shy and keeps to himself, rarely talking. When spoken too he could carry himself in conversation well. He just actively avoided those situations. The only times he seems comfortable is around his team and those he has known for awhile. His nerdy nature becomes more apparent and he tries his best to make jokes and fit in. However he has no real social skills. He sees the world in numbers and figures in algorithms and logic. Human emotions and personality escape him at times causing understanding at time. But its due to his analytical nature that allows him to do well in high pressure situations and excel in whatever it is he does.
On your approach, Lieutenant Chewy got up from the table where he was playing card games with the team.
"Oh why it isnt Lieutenant Celina Ibrahim. To what do we owe the pleasure of this brown goddess?"
"Im running a check on the ship. Going through supplies, personal, you name it. I came to ask how you and your Mobile Suits were doing."
"Ah yes the Mobile Suits! Me and the gang got that all squared away with the mechanics earlier. They should all be prepped and ready to go. Right now we were just killing time, waiting for some action."
Ensign Churchill flew up to you with a devious look on her face.
"Say Lieutenant, any word on what we are doing next? Are we going to battle soon? What's going on?"
"Right now we have no orders to do anything. Captain Eisenhorn left for the <i>Nolan</i> awhile ago for a strategic meeting. I think it would be safe to bet we get our first mission right after."
"Awwwww yiss! I've been itching to do something!" She threw up her arms in celebration.
Spike who was lounging back on a sofa chimed in, "Hey, Hey now, don't get ahead of yourself. Dont be so eager to go to battle. If I were you, I would rather be deployed to the back so we don't have to do anything."
This struck a nerve in Emily, "Oh come on Spike! Don't you also feel deathly bored just sitting around when we could be out there doing something <i>exciting</i>? Sitting here and wasting time is just... wasting time!"
"Thanks Captain Obvious, but I feel just fine sitting here all day."
Ensign Emily was just about ready to blow up on Spike when you heard an ominous roar. Then a vibration.
Amelia came up on the intercom system.
"Lieutenant Ibrahim come to the bridge now! The <i>Norman</i> has been rammed by another ship!"
What? How was that possible? Then you remembered that not only was radar system out, but the area was filled with debris. But to run into a ship? Was an ally? Was it an enemy? You would have to go see.
You turned to Lieutenant Chewy. "Go to your level 1 battle stations and prepare to sortie! We have to be ready for anything."
Lieutenant Chewt saluted and gave you a, "Roger!"
He turned to his team and began rallying them. "You heard the lady, move it kids and get ready!"
The team listened to him without question and rushed to get ready.
Meanwhile you were making a mad dash back to the bridge. You heard another loud roar then another shock wave. Was it explosions? Did we really run into the enemy out here?
You entered the bridge and shouted, "Whats the situation?! What is going on!?"
Normally it would be your job to help the Captain in assessing the battle field, helping him figure out what ships were attacking, what ships were damaged, how our allies are doing, how the enemies were advancing. But you just got here and Captain Eisenhorn was aboard the <i>Norman</i>.
One of the Khans answered you, you could not distinguish which one since they both sounded a like.
"Ma'am, the <i>Norman</i> was rammed by a ROV ship that came out from behind the large asteroid. Now our fleet is currently engaging the ROV fleet, but we have already sustained heavy losses since they got the jump on us."
"How is our status? Are we ready for battle?"
Emmer answered you on the first question, "All systems are green. We are behind the asteroid so we have avoided fire. it is likely we have not been detected yet."
Then Master Chief Hammer followed up, "All of our weapons systems are green. We can begin our barrage as soon as we get a line of sight."
"Good. Send the ship forward past the asteroid and prepare the cannons to fire. As soon as we exit its protection fire the cannons and support the sortieing of the Mobile Suits."
The cabin echoed with various 'Rogers' and 'Yes, Ma'am's. What a terrible situation. The fleet had been jumped because our radars were down. It did not help that the space was filled with so much debris that it was hard to spot enemies anyways. At any rate, you had to take charge as your duty dictated. With our without your Captain, you had no time to waste waiting around.
The engines of the <i>Dreadnought</i> came to life, as the low hum grew louder and revved up. You unconsciously sat in the captain's chair, taking charge of the situation. Sitting in the seat, you began to get a better idea of the playing field. The ROV fleet came at you perpendicularly so they were able to start firing from the start while our fleet had to turn around to fire our main guns. A laser shot through and hit one of the cruisers cutting a hole through it. It took a second but then it exploded. We were fighting back at this point but it seemed already too late. Ship after ship were struck by either a beam cannon or by an EMC gun.
You anxiously waited in your chair, braced to enter the fire, when Petty Officer Wallen interrupted your concentration.
"Lieutenant, incoming transmission from the <i>Nolan</i>. Its Captain Eisenhorn!"
"Quick, put him on the main screen!"
On the large screen in front of you above the glass windows, Captain Eisenhorn showed up. His face was beaten, and bleeding from the forehead. The background was a mess. There was a fire and everything seemed to be disarray.
"Captain, we are ready for engagement. Dont worry we will be there soon."
"No, Lieutenant you must not come forward!"
"But Captain, we are ready to fight! We can help!"
"Im sorry. The fight is already lost. Most of our line of command was on this ship and most of us are dead or dying. Our fleet was devastated by the initial barrage."
"There is still a chance Captain! Let us fight! We can turn this around and --"
"Lieutenant Celina Ibrahim. Dont throw away your life and the life of your crew. Escape, leave here at once. There is no hope here. Live to fight another die. Thats an order."
He meekly raised his right arm for one final salute. His hand was missing a finger and was bleeding.
"For Kleos!"
The transmission cut out. Amelia was trying to get him back on the line. All that was there was static. You rushed up the window to look at the <i>Norman</i>. It was heavily damaged and an ROV ship was bisecting it. A huge particle beam shot through and pierced the <i>Norman</i>. A second later and both ships exploded into a beautiful array lights.
You bit the bottom of your lip. The Captain was gone. He was one of the only people that stood by you and your family. His final words were to save our life and the life of <i>your</i> crew. He was right. With his death, you are now the one in charge of the ship and all the lives on board. You returned to the captain's -- no -- <i>your</i> chair.
As much as you and your crew wanted to fight and help your dying comrades, you could not. The order was given. It would be a disgrace to not follow the last orders of your captain.
"Lukin, set the ship a course out of this battle field."
"A course to where, Lieutenant?"
Thats right. Where do you escape to? You racked your brain, looking at the surroundings and weighing all your options. In the distance there was the wreckage of what looked to be an old colony. It was possible you could hide there. Earth was getting close as well. You could descend down to Earth and take a position on the surface. Then there was the moon. The moon was said to have many wrecked installations so it may be possible to take refuge there.
<b>Where do you set your course too?</b>
A) To the wreckage of the space colony.
B) Head towards the moon.
<i>For C, pick an accompanying number for your Earthly destination</i> C) Descend towards Earth 1. Aim for the Oceans 2. Go for a Forested area 3. Enter a large desert 4. Alternate destination
Source by Zaidbenh
Mens Hair Styles 2015
No comments:
Post a Comment