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| Deleted User | Sep 14 2008, 08:18 PM Post #586 |
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Ensign Ibram Gaunt "Passengers arriving at Gate 3, please check your connecting flight information at the Guest Services Kiosk on the mezzanine as there may have been delays or rescheduling. All military personnel, report to Terminal C for assignment." The young man wearing a pair of faded jeans and a light blue button-down shirt half untucked stepping off of the transport shuttle at Gate 3 shrugged his shoulder to ease the tension caused by the large, military issue duffel bag he was carrying and looked up at one of the wide information screens showing maps of the docking facility. His green eyes quickly ascertained his location and where he needed to be and then dropped back down to the book he was reading: Animal Farm, by George Orwell. He pushed his round-rimmed, wire-frame glasses up on his nose. Being just slightly farsighted, he only needed them for reading, so he was always adjusting them. Then, he shook his blonde bangs out of his eyes and began moving his long, lithe frame in the direction indicated by the map. He maneuvered skillfully through the crowd, only seeming to look up from his reading once or twice. Soon enough, the young man arrived at Terminal C and was stopped by the armed AEUG guard at the security checkpoint. Thumbing the AEUG identification card he was using as a bookmark up into sight and letting the guard take it, he shrugged off his duffel bag into the scanning machine so they could check it for anything illegal or dangerous. "Ensign Ibram Gaunt, huh?" the guard muttered, but OK'd his identification after a few alternating looks between the young man's smiling face and the identical one on the card. Then he had him empty his pockets and walk through a standing arch. Finally satisfied, they allowed Ensign Gaunt back his belongings and the young officer continued on his way. Now then the dilemma showed itself. Nowhere could Gaunt see signs for where he should be reporting for assignment. He saw signs for the separate berths where the ships were being kept, as well as base offices, a mess hall, etc. He supposed he should just head in the direction of the base HQ and try to find a senior officer. Or he could just head to the ship berths and find someone who knew where he was supposed to go. So, he finally decided to just head towards the ships, figuring he'd eventually end up there anyway. Someone was bound to know where he was supposed to go down there. The berth for the Gibberish sounded like his best bet. ((Leaving this pretty much open so someone can come by and help him out. Nice to be playing with all of you.)) |
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| O'Regan | Sep 14 2008, 08:27 PM Post #587 |
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"Wait, you have an ace up your sleeve and you haven't told us yet? Dude, spill the beans." Bill said. Zane kept to himself. He was angered that he couldn't get Ennis. He was this close...this close to getting his sister back. God only knows the evil shit they could be doing to her as a Titan POW (Bill is still bleeding out of his shoulder and too pumped to feel it. Feel free to point it out at any time. |
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| CYNICISM AT IT'S BEST | Sep 14 2008, 08:29 PM Post #588 |
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Karl noticed a med team wating for them as he turned to regard Bill, waving them over he also noticed a tall blonde haired man wondering towards the ship and it's loading ramp, "Hey you! You look like you're lost, what unit are you with?" He yelled across the open expanse of the dock area, though only a short distance. |
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"Into the Sky, to win or die." "Pain heals, chicks dig scars, glory lasts forever." Comdr. Karl Tirpitz, Irish-class Gibberish, Anti-Earth Union Group 7th Lunar Detatchment. ![]() Kill count: 29 mobile suits, 1 Ball, 11 fighters, 10 cruisers, 1 battleship ------ Sam Svenson, Mobile Suit museum owner. | |
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| Deleted User | Sep 14 2008, 08:40 PM Post #589 |
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Ens. Ibram Gaunt Ibram looked up from his book at the sound of someone yelling to him across the dock area. The guy was dressed in an old Zeon commander's coat, with nothing to indicate he held any rank in the AEUG, but from the way people reacted (or didn't react) to him Gaunt guessed he had clearance to be in there. He didn't know who this guy was, but it looked like he'd come straight from battle or a bar brawl. He was certainly striking, with a cybernetic eye and long hair adding to the way he was dressed. Had he been a Zeon officer in the One Year War? From the way he spoke and stood, Gaunt could only assume he was an officer, so he responded bearing that in mind. "Sir, I don't know, sir! There was a mix-up with my transfer orders!" he raised his voice to yell back and went into a light jog to approach the man. He transferred his book to his duffel bag arm and put them both down beside him. "Ensign Ibram Gaunt, looking for somewhere to report to duty, sir." he added with a half-smile, but didn't salute since he still didn't know the man's rank. |
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| O'Regan | Sep 14 2008, 08:52 PM Post #590 |
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Bill noticed that Karl was now yelling accross the hangar to talk to someone. Bill liked to be a dick and yelled "COME...CLOSER...YOU'RE TOO FAR AWAY!" |
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| CYNICISM AT IT'S BEST | Sep 14 2008, 08:53 PM Post #591 |
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"Gaunt? Then you must be my new pilot I got paperwork for earlier, we're working on a new revised roster for the squadron so for now you're gonna be unassigned, stick around for a bit and let me get patched up and then I'll show you around the ship and get you set up with some quarters." |
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"Into the Sky, to win or die." "Pain heals, chicks dig scars, glory lasts forever." Comdr. Karl Tirpitz, Irish-class Gibberish, Anti-Earth Union Group 7th Lunar Detatchment. ![]() Kill count: 29 mobile suits, 1 Ball, 11 fighters, 10 cruisers, 1 battleship ------ Sam Svenson, Mobile Suit museum owner. | |
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| Deleted User | Sep 14 2008, 09:08 PM Post #592 |
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Ens. Ibram Gaunt His new pilot? So this guy must be Lieutenant Commander Karl Tirpitz, "The Black Dawn", the man who had lead the famous Zeon last stand at Pezun even after the armistice had been called. He was a lot rougher than Ibram had expected him to be. Most of the time when he thought about officers he expected the clean-cut Federation types, born with a uniform on. Tirpitz, with what looked like a gunshot wound and a bunch of scrapes, seemed like he'd be more at ease in a trench with a rifle. Gaunt snapped to attention, saluting Karl and adding a, "Sir, yes, sir. Thank you, sir." He held the salute until Karl gave him leave to be at ease, though he wanted to turn his head and see who else had begun shouting. When he was given leave, Ibram collected his bag and his book and just followed Karl as he had nowhere else to be. He gave the Commander a wide enough berth that it didn't look like he was following Karl around like a lost puppy, and dove back into his book if it seemed like no one would be needing him for awhile. He glanced up every now and then at Bill and the other pilots and personnel around him, but stayed pretty quiet unless addressed. |
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| CYNICISM AT IT'S BEST | Sep 14 2008, 09:18 PM Post #593 |
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Karl chuckled at the prompt salute and then winced as the med techs peeled the sealing polymer away to stitch up his wound from the shotgun pellet, "I have a few rules in my unit Gaunt, don't be too formal, we're no where even close to being a normal military force and call me Karl, I may be your commander but I'm also your friend, well unless you piss me off. Anyway as soon as these butchers are done with this we can get going." Karl winced as the techs pulled the strings a little too tight at the comment and finished with his stitches. Moving on to the scrapes on his face, they applied gauze pads and tape to the wounds after cleaning them, finished the techs moved off to see if anyone else was injured, "Alright kid, let's head over to the ship." |
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"Into the Sky, to win or die." "Pain heals, chicks dig scars, glory lasts forever." Comdr. Karl Tirpitz, Irish-class Gibberish, Anti-Earth Union Group 7th Lunar Detatchment. ![]() Kill count: 29 mobile suits, 1 Ball, 11 fighters, 10 cruisers, 1 battleship ------ Sam Svenson, Mobile Suit museum owner. | |
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| Deleted User | Sep 14 2008, 09:27 PM Post #594 |
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Ens. Ibram Gaunt "Uh," Gaunt faltered for a moment at the sudden order for informality, "Yes, si...uh, okay, Karl." he said a bit lamely. He was so used to the Federation taskmasters that calling his superior by his first name would take some getting used to. He waited patiently while the medics cleaned, stitched, and bandaged Karl's wounds, then adjusted his duffel bag again and followed along. "Will my quarters be here on the Gibberish, s-" he stopped short, wanting to add a "sir" to every address like he'd been trained to do at boot camp. He did muster up enough courage to add, "Hey, and do you have to call me a kid? I'm twenty-two for chrissake..." Gaunt smiled easily, a feature of his that would become pretty much constant as long as one knew him. |
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| kim1895 | Sep 14 2008, 10:05 PM Post #595 |
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Downing still in the mess hall, just gotten his burger and sit down with Eddy and Chelsea. After hearing how Chelsea feel about her first battle, “In this sort of time, you must be brave, or at least trick your mind that you are brave, but not those crazy brave type though, that how I keep my calm during my first operation, plus, you have Eddy and me to guide you along if you needed.” Downing continues eating his burger, what else can a man does when he is hungry. --------------------- Ying Jie was busy helping the doctor in the medical team that was to assist on the injured personal which was send to help out with something in the city. Ying Jie remember what Downing tell her about Karl, Bill and Zane, that they are one group of the most interesting people that Downing meet which if put together, you would be sure that something going to happen. (anyway, hopefully you guys havent forgotten about Ying Jie, the Haro carrying nurse, so when some medical stuff come up in the RPG, I guess it would be natural for this character that is under my control to pop out right? hahaha.) |
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3rd Mobile Suit Special Operations Unit, the Sweeper Mobile Suit Team Pegasus Subtype IV-class LMSD-77 Stallion Steiner Mobile Suit Team- Battle Of Solomon GM Command Space Type: Ens. David Edwin Downing ![]() Kill:1 Rick Dom, 4 Zaku II Steiner Mobile Suit Team- Pezun GM Sniper Custom: Ens. David Edwin Downing ![]() Kill: 1 Rick Dom | |
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| Redshirt | Sep 15 2008, 04:42 AM Post #596 |
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Jim smiled as Bill asked about his 'ace in the hole.' Ambrose isn't an ace, Bill, he's my friend. And a good man Jim thought as he replied "That's something that dictates being discussed in private, Bill. It's why I went to find Karl instead of calling him, and this is important enough, at least to me, for a guy like me to go into the Cyclops. That should tell you enough to know I'm not messing around here." Jim paused as he saw blood leaking through his jacket. "Bill, you're still bleeding pretty good. Go see the corpsman. I'll talk to Karl, and if he and the Captain decide to act on this, you'll know. Sorry, but I'm playing this one pretty close to the chest." he told Bill. He saw a young man with wings on his chest talking to Karl. Another FNG here, that's... three in about as many days. What, they running out of pilots around here? he thought. Jim let Karl give the kid his intro to this outfit before he walked up. Nodding at the kid, he simply said "Jim Anderson. I'd love to stay and chat, but I need to talk to Karl, now, in private." Turning his head, he said "Karl, your office, right now." Jim said, his tone and facial expression relaying the gravity of the situation. |
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| O'Regan | Sep 15 2008, 05:40 AM Post #597 |
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"Bleeding? The fuck? I'm not bleeding, I'm fine. Bill looked down at the seat he was sitting in on the buggy and noticed a small puddle of blood. He then looked down at himself and saw he was bleeding out of his jacket near his shoulder. "Yeah...I'm gonna need to get this cleaned up." That's when the pain started in. With his adrenaline rush and all the sugar he had today expelled, he was able to feel it. It hit him like a brick wall as he clutched his shoulder and let out a small grunt while swearing like a witness on trial. Unfortunate for her, Downing's girlfriend was within the vicinity as he started using lady parts within his curses. |
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| Deleted User | Sep 15 2008, 09:19 AM Post #598 |
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Ens. Ibram Gaunt ((Actually, he isn't showing any wings. He's not in uniform at the moment.)) Gaunt turned intelligent eyes to observe the man who approached them and introduced himself rather hurriedly. It appeared that something was rather important. "Ensign Ibram Gaunt, don't mind me I can take the tour later." he nodded back. "I'll be helping the corpsman if you need me, s- uh, Karl." he said in parting, leaving the men to their discussion and heading toward Bill, who was swearing rather loudly and colorfully from the car. "Corpsman!" Ibram yelled back at the medics as he pointed to the man in the buggy. "You look like you had a little fun tonight. Want some help getting over there?" he smiled. He didn't add the "sir" because of Karl's informality rule as well as the fact that this man wasn't wearing a uniform or showing rank either. If Bill was wearing the seatbelt, Gaunt carefully removed it. Then, he found Bill's wound and with little fanfare pressed down hard on the vein above it to stop the bleeding. It would be profoundly painful, but Gaunt looked so friendly doing it you could tell he was just trying to help. That smile was able to weather just about any expletive-laden onslaught that Bill was certain to start yelling as a result of the pain. |
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| O'Regan | Sep 15 2008, 10:32 AM Post #599 |
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(I'm not in the car, I'm actually walking around :lol:) While Bill was already clutching his wound himself while staggering towards the med bay or whatever the hell the medical room is called on the Gibberish, the kid who was yelling accross te hangar was now rushing up to him and put his hand where Bill was already applying his own, meaning he was just in Bill's way. While in pain, Bill's anger rose ABOVE NINE THOUSAND!!!, causing him to swear aggressively more often than not. "Leave me alone dickface, I know how to fucking walk for fuck's sake, I'm a cripple you moron!" knocking the new guy's hand away and reapplying his own. (and Bill isn't gushing blood, incase anyone is thinking about blood loss :P) |
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| Deleted User | Sep 15 2008, 10:54 AM Post #600 |
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Ens. Ibram Gaunt ((Hm, you mentioned it in your last post. I guess I shouldn't post immediately after waking up either. :lol: )) As expected, the guy turned his anger on Ibram as soon as the ensign attempted to help him. "Don't fault a guy for trying to help." he said, still smiling. "I'm Ensign Ibram Gaunt. Did you guys get in a battle somewhere? This looks like a bit more than what you might expect from a bar brawl and I would have heard the warning sirens." he said, electing to walk calmly beside Bill while the other pilot staggered towards where the medics had set up. Already a corpsman was on his way to meet them. |
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