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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 10:09 pm
Curses, clamors, and more cursing was heard echoing in the Zoid hanger. Talon was still trying to memorize and, frankly, learn all the blasted controls still. The Green Tyrant wasn't amused by this and kept thwarting him. Hence the cursing, hence the frustration, and hence the normally collected man wanting to take a welding torch and just destroy this sucker here and there. Not that he would or anything.
"Stop! No... Noo! We aren't going to simulate a complete and utter take over... " The Raptor's claws flexed as a hiss was uttered, "You know what...I'm not going to deal with you until you clam down mister! ... " Talon stopped and took a moment to look at himself in the reflection of the canopy. He was arguing with a computer. Why was he arguing with a computer? He could just feel the Zoid gloating and beaming with pride at its accomplishment; oh how he hated it.
Minor things were checked off and as soon as the canopy opened to let the disgruntled pilot out, he slammed the rest of the list to the mechanics on duty, "You deal with him. See if you can't talk reason into him! Gah..." The poor confused mechanic blinked dumbfounded as Talon walked the flights of stairs to ground level, shrugged and got back to work.
The only thing that was on Talon's mind was to get something to drink. Something strong would do. Maybe a cup of coffee and dinner. Yeah...that sounded wonderful. ... speaking of which... the only person of his squad he really knew was Kelly, what happened to the crazy one and the silent guy? It was like they dropped off the face of the earth? This would not do at all. Oh no sirree! Grinning like a madman, he jogged to the joint bunker, swung the door open, and started searching around for either one of the other ones... Trying his best to remember their names. Something with a 'Q', he though. That had to be it. 'Quincy'. Yeah!
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 10:41 pm
The flick of a page turning sounded from the joint bunkroom, simple mug of coffee (burnt black, just how he liked it) was plucked up from the bedside table, and calm eyes scanned the list of checks required daily of Blue Frost. He stared at the typed words, attempting to memorize what needed to be done whenever he was to leave on a mission...even a simple free-ride; the female-AI fitted ZOID certainly required a great deal of mechanical attention.
Not that Jacob minded, mind you. She was certainly a joy to ride in. Easy response time, quick to correct any wrongs he had made out on the flight...The Raptor was his ideal partner in battle. And he would do everything to make sure Blue Frost came home from every battle intact.
It was then his ponderings were interuppted by the door slamming against the wall; closing the packet and sliding off one of the lower bunks (he wouldn't have been able to reach his coffee and the couch smelled like weapons polish), the soldier stood in the archway leading into the "living room" and stared at Talon...or whatever his name was. From his smile, he was clearly up to no good.
"What do you want?" Jacob's cold voice pretty much demanded a straight answer. "If you want to bother me, than leave now."
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 10:58 pm
Talon stopped his snooping about a moment ago and was sniffing one of the couch throw pillows. Did someone spill polish again? Gah... It would take months to get that scent out. He glared at the throw pillow then tossed it aside when low and behold, just the solider he wanted to see!
He grinned widely, blinking several times as he tried to remember the name. Quincy wasn't it. No, too bubbly or emo for the boy. "Jacob! " he blurted out, totally thinking the name was wrong, but whatever, he was going to con the boy into going out and enjoying life even he had to knock the boy out cold and carry him. "Just the kiddo I wanted to see! "
The thrill in the younger mans voice pretty much made the grin falter into a frown. Talon sighed and leaned on the back of the couch with one arm, crossing his ankles. "If you consider me buying dinner bothering you, then okay. I'll go find the ankle biter and buy her a steak dinner. I mean, if you want to stay inside, read briefs over and over and over again until you can quote them line by line, then so be it. But you only have yourself to blame when you're fourty and your best friend is a shot of some moonshine. " It wasn't very convincing, but Talon wasn't female so he couldn't get the right guilt-trip-ness going. Besides, the boy could probably slice him in two with those fancy swords of his.
"If you aren't sick of the reck hall's food by now, then you have a strong stomach. " He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest in a serious manner. Then, he lept out and got on his hands and knees, pleading it seemed to the boy. "Pleaase! Please please pleaaase! " He was being pathetic and he knew it. He was also being quite childish and silly too. This was the perfect time and place for it. Nothing was going on, and no missions were scheduled for the team for months. "A night out wouldn't kill you! "
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:18 pm
If Talon had a frown on his face, Jacob's was deeper and darker. Hang out? Dinner? Pfft, like hell. "I simply wish to enjoy my night away from my duties to the Emperor and The General. And I do that by doing the things I enjoy. Drinking is not one of them."
Now Jacob was considering the idea to head into town for the night but when Talon got down on his hands and knees like a child, that thought was dashed to pieces. His frown turned into an angry scowl. He reached to the side and, with a small click, the door that seperated the bedroom from the living room of their quarters slammed shut in Talons' face.
Yes, if Talon was going to act like that, a night on the town would kill him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:32 pm
"I never said drink! I said dinner! Greasy spoon, steak house! Art galleries!!... " Talon just sat there on his heels and blinked as the door was shut. He blinked again and poked the door several times just to make sure that it wasn't a hologram. It was then that the happy-go-lucky man glared daggers at the closed door, quite offended.
What a spoiled, pompus, snot nosed brat!
He frowned and grinned shortly after, glaring at the door. If that's how the kid wanted to play, then so be it. "No wonder you don't have friends." Talon called out, as he sat up and got back on his feet. Brushing his fatigues down, he thought for a moment and started laughing. "Spoiled... You need to get a life. Or, take a class and learn about other lives. Might motivate you to have fun...oh wait. you have fun don't you? Reading page after page of briefs that end the same. Running tests upon tests upon your Zoid that you know will end up with the same results. "
He grumbled and then flopped onto the couch, ignoring the strong scent of metal polish. The kid would get hungry eventually. Its not like it was late in the day and they were both cleared to leave the base. It was just a matter of getting the kid to have some fun. Live...enjoy life...maybe meet a girl that didn't feel like sliding a blade through your ribcage if you even smiled at her... He cringed and shifted uncomfortably. Then... as he stared up at the popcorn ceiling, an idea started to mold and form in his mind. Talon had a plan... He just needed the kid to get bored enough for it to work.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 11:24 pm
Jacob leaned against the door as Talon ranted on and on about what he assumed he was. Spoiled rotten?
Tch....If only he really knew what kind of stuff when on beyond the doors of his home. The strict lifestyle day in and day out...it left no time to make friends or anything of the sort. So, it wasn't that he didn't want to go out and "hang out", it was just...
He didn't know how to.
Not that he was going to admit that.
"J-Just go away, b*****d!" He slammed a fist onto the metal door. "Study makes one a better soldier! Eating out and hanging out with everyone else does not! So unless you want to get up close and personal with my blade, I suggest you leave me alone....NOW!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 11:45 pm
Listening to the boy, Talon picked up a small stutter. He grinned. Alright, now he was getting somewhere. Albeit hardly anywhere, but at least he was getting somewhere.
"Your a stick in the mud. " he called back. Oh yeah, getting threatened with a sword wasn't fun, but then again at lest he knew he could somewhat show off the battle scars and be all proud like afterwords. "Partying all the time doesn't mean that you don't stop doing your studies. Its called taking a break from them. And eating and hanging out makes you a better at this thing called....oh? Teamwork. Know what that is or are you so bent on being solo your entire life you don't know how to work in a team? "
Just a little social goading. But if worse came to worse, he might have to commandeer someone else to help get the kid out of a rut and have a life. Or at least experience a life. Maybe.
Damn these military brats!
"Don't make me drag Kelly into this. Cause I'll do it! It won't be pretty either. "
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:11 am
Talon was really pushing it...though he was pretty much speaking the truth. Gripping the middle of his swords' sheath, Jacob cast a quick glance around the small room....
Dammit, there wasn't an escape save for the door he was backed up against. Looks like he was gunna have to run for it....The youngster could only hope the mechanics had fixed the problem with Blue Frosts' AI commands by now.
With a smirk, Jacob turned and opened the door before "smiling" down at Talon. Like hell the old man was going to drag him out tonight. Jacob would rather eat live scorpions. "Perhaps, I might consider it....But it depends if you can catch me or not!"
With that, Jacob darted around Talon and bolted down the hallway towards the ZOID bay. He could only wonder how far he could go....and, like he had said before, if Blue was up and running at one hundred percent yet.
Plus, whether or not Talon would actually manage to get Kelly to join in.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:27 am
Now if Talon could hear the boy's thoughts, He would have punched the kid in the face at being called old. He was only twenty six! He wasn't old! Kelly, on the other hand who was in his thirties, was old! But since he hadn't, Talon just blinked at that 'smile' the kid had.
Some people shouldn't force themselves to smile. Jacob was one of them. Now, there was an inkling that the kid actually had a good smile, but what was it to Talon? Not worth getting his innards spilled, that's for sure!
An eyebrow rose at the challenge the kid presented before Talon, "Catch you? What are you? Twelve? " But he was left scrambling after the kid no sooner had he finished those words. Pillows, throw pillows, and a table lay in his way, not to mention a door. Those objects slowed him down. "Hells bells! I'm not loosing to you!" the 'old' man barked after Jacob, racing to keep up with the kid's minute head start.
There was only a fleeting thought that the Green Tyrant might not be ready. But it was fleeting. After all, the mechanic only had to input the map data from a recent scouting mission after all the work Talon put into that blasted Zoid. And if it was going to end up being a Zoid race, thank the gods he still had training rounds loaded.
...Then suddenly he thought of something to say that might make the kid slow down, or stumble. "Curse you raccoon! "
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:45 am
"Curse you, Raccoon?! TRY AGAIN!"
Jacob took a sharp turn down a smaller hallway leading to the head mechanics' office and burst in on the poor man just as he was pouring himself a cup of Java Juice. The poor guy dropped his cup, studdered and attempted to salute but Jacob waved off the formalities.
"S-SIR! It- Its almost after sundown! Why are-"
"NO TIME! Is Blue Frost ready?!"
The Mechanic swallowed at the red-hot glare Jacob was sending him. Nodding, he pointed out to the bay as the others were just climbing down from the cockpit of the said raptor. Without another word, Jacob took their entrance and bolted over, motioning one person to pull over the ladder.
"Sir, why are you-?"
"Shut up and get her set up!" Angry words came out around a leather glove in his mouth while the Cadet pulled the other one. Talon wasn't far behind him....
DAMMIT!
Pulling on the other glove, Jacob over and up the ladder before practically throwing himself into the cockpit; Blue Frost, as her activation sequence started up, hissed and snapped her jaws. She was always ready for practice but why so late?
"Think you can outrun that giant green worm next to you, girl?" Jacob was attempting to catch his breath while fumbling with the safety straps. Hell, he was practically giving Talon a chance to catch up....
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:04 pm
"Fine! You flea bitten coon dog! I'll skin you alive! Mwah ha ha ha ha ha!" He laughed, grinned and nearly ran into a wall at the sharp turn. Of course, someone had to be coming the other way.
There was a scream, a thud, and papers flew everywhere. Thankfully, it was just a lower rank solider who only was on her way back to her bunks after a long day of paperwork. Talon didn't bother screaming an apology since he was now two minutes behind after that fiasco. The girl on the other hand stayed put and peered carefully down the hallway before gathering papers up and quickly jogged outside to walk in a safe area.
"Mal! Get Tyrant running! Now! " He yelled, skidding into the hangar bay. Having a personal relationship with his mechanic was wonderful. Probably one of the best dinner's he had. Also the guy was useful for tutoring. And right now, Mal was just standing there looking as confused as can be.
He just finished with the update of the maps, he had to get the Zoid running again?
"But...Sir...I just finished."
Talon skid to a halt in front of the man, grabbed his shirt collar, and shook him back and forth. "I'm not going to loose to a kid who can't have fun! " The wide eyes and the grit teeth did good to make the playful and punful pilot a real tyranical looking being. The mechanic blinked and nodded.
Course that was when he noticed that the other pilot was racing up the ladder to his own Zoid. No...Was in the zoid... Oh ...it was a pride thing. Mal blinked and stepped aside, letting Talon practically fly up that ladder. Gloves...hah..he had no time for them right now.
But of course once he was in that cockpit and running the star up sequence ( he finally memorized the entire thing,) he caught wind of what the kid had said. The tyrant picked up on that insult to its exterior it prided itself on. The eyes of Talon's Zoid flashed, and a low hiss escaped. "Worm? OH...Now this is personal, kiddo! "
Without really thinking, Talon armed his Zoid. Then he noticed a post-it note on the dash. Paint ball rounds? Experimental? Doc. Cox must have installed them...Oh well. He wondered what color they were...and if they would jam the servo-motors. Grinning, he laughed softly and raced to finish the sequence. Like hell he would pull out first. He was a good sport after all.
Besides...he had a minute to wait for all the systems to come online, and listen to a lecture from Mal on why this is silly and the Emperor wouldn't tolerate this. This was countered with a theory on how the team got chosen involving darts and a blindfold. This shut Mal up. Talon only grinned as he calmly strapped himself in.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 10:04 pm
Blue Frost wasn't about to let Green Tyrant get the best of her: now on near one hundred percent, with most of her battle intent focused on the other Raptor, she slowly shifted into position with an agressive-sounding hiss of challange sent out. Several of the mechanics quickly flew for cover, not brave enough to get into the path of a rampaging ZOID.
Inside the cockpit Jacob too was over-looking the sticky note plastered on the dashboard, and he was none too happy about it. Scowling, he finished the squence and flicked on the commlink to Tyrant.
"So...Talon, Do you honestly think you can beat me?" The evil smile on his face was, indeed, very evil. But, hidden underneith that, Jacob looked like he was actually...having fun.
"Whats say you and I take this outside before the Generals come to tan our hides? And to dismantle our ZOIDS?"
Blue Frost let her scythes flare up at that last statement as she bellowed her resentment of the word "dismantle", the garage now glowing a bright neon blue. No human would even come CLOSE to doing that! She'd rather be a wild ZOID than one sold for scrap.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 10:57 pm
A few more minutes to go for fully opperational. Talon was busy flicking switches and checking data. Couldn't screw up now. There was pride on the line. And the Tyrant wasn't going to let him down. Not when it was called a worm. Worm indeed.
The commlink flicked on, the challenge message passed...And Talon did what any one would have done who was focusing...Ignored it. Well, ignored it for the most part but a certain hand gesture was exchanged to the voice. Probably video as well, but Talon didn't quite care.
The second half of the message got a response not only from Talon, but from the Tyrant as well. A guttural roar echoed through the small ( considering the fact that it's a hanger) from the green lizard like monster. The word 'Kill' was plain in the flash of green yes and the sudden movement of the claws digging into the ground. Another way of saying ' Just try and dismantle me. I'll take the whole base with me.'
Talon's reaction was much calmer. He just grinned. "They would only reprogram the Core to accept new pilots if they caught us inside duking it out...oh and there would be dishonor to the family and the Empire. Dishonorable discharge if you recall the rules and regulations. But if you want to volunteer to lead the way... I am after all chasing you... " Another reminder that the rabbit shouldn't taunt the hound. The sythes were lowered into attack position... Talon wasn't going to budge until Jacob was at least at the hanger door. It would be unsportsmanlike of him otherwise.
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