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[[ I wouldn't boot you for OOC'ing, the 'mechs you guys fought were from the enemy launch ship and while you were off melting his face, Marcus just blasted the other ship and sent it down. 3nodding ]]
Rex stared at the display blankly for a moment longer and took off out the door and down the hallway beyond. Marcus did not bother to follow, as he knew where he was going. Instead he just stared at the console, which the sight of a ship caught his eye on the display. It didn't show up in the orange color that the friendly ships did, instead in a white color indicating it as neutral, civilian or other in it's threat classification. He would have though them pirates if it was not the exact model of their gunships, but was not as far in as the rest of the other 'mechs and fighters and was... hauling something? He stared curiously at the ship, wondering why it was showing up as white and heard an officer speak behind him as if talking to another person, a little loudly. "Lone gunship, identify yourself. Tags are showing AMF-048215, are you Lexa Atreyu?" the woman asked and the blip on the holographic display changed from white to orange. Marcus smiled and walked out the door, down the hallway and into an elevator, taking it down to the level of the docking stations. He was glad that Lexa wasn't hurt from the battle.
Rex walked into a room, well-lit by the clounds and sunlight outside, but it did have it's darker area further away from the large window that took up the side wall. In the room was a pool table, some bookcases a table and a chess board, all divided off into sections with chairs and couches. Rex took a seat at a chair with a chess table in front of it and it lit up with a pre-saved game of pieces of the game. No-one was truly winning kill-wise, but strategically his opponent was. His opponent was Blue, a computer AI that he had never beaten, though only once, out of sheer luck as he wasn't paying attention. Blue had beaten him hundreds, if not a thousand times before, but Rex kept trying at the possibility that he would beat him out of strategy and skill. Though it was hopeless, he had just been finding better ways to lose, doing more damage each time he had tried, hoping that soon he would get the chance at the King piece. Playing chess was his stress reliever, much how girls, battle and alcohol in moderation was Mark's. He didn't have too much to be stressed about, except for the time he had spent out on the battlefield. It had been months since the last refueling and docking at an ALP and not a moment of that was he not patrolling the frontlines in the air. It was being getting to be a strain, and Marcus was noticing the slow decline of his mood, too. Rex moved a Knight piece and took a Rook, which Blue responded with by moving a Bishop piece into place, ready to strike. Rex moved a knight into a safe position to the fifth row and Blue instantly moved a different Bishop into place, moving his pieces forward closer to the frontlines of their battle. Rex stood and thought about the action, now seeing that almost anything he did would result in a loss on his part by one of Blue's pieces and any piece he took of his would leave a gap in the defenses. Rex sighed and looked out the window at the passing clouds and blue sky.
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