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2055.08.23 Monday
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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #1 on: February 01, 2011, 01:15:18 AM »
2055.08.23 Monday 06:00 GST/03:00 Local Time Monday Morning
Scorpii 18 System
Planet Buthridas
Training Carrier Chaerilidae
Bridge


Time passes quickly during the silent night.  There were no waves, no storms.  There were no midnight landings of eager and talented pilots.  There was only the rhythmic tempo of the occasional mechanical clock set aboard the space carrier Chaerilidae.  Every student aboard, first and second year, flight crew and engineer alike, was given a night of near temporal stasis.  Only the bridge was abuzz with attentive bodies, ambient terminals, and the occasional audible status indicator.  Yet something more insidious was stretching its tendrils through the bridge.  Gossip and rumor flew through the air as a whispering wind in the sealed atmosphere of the bridge.  The rumors were alive that night.  All of the rumors pertained to the new training squads aboard.  Scandal was the word.

Down in the Gunnery control pit the Fire Control Crew busied themselves with a review of the quality of the human and Zentreadi crews put through their first exercises.  There was talk of which race had fared the best that day, with proud boasts over the accomplishments of each side.  The banter escalated in a predictable manner until finally a lone Zentran officer who had remained quiet thus far spoke up.  His concerns of a mixed blood Electronic Warfare Officer silenced both sides in the arguments, until at last people began to sputter out about the absurdity of such a thing.  The talk gave way to the rumor floating over from the engineering control group.

On the other side of the command walkway the engineering and damage control station was filled with awed rumors of a guest instructor brave enough to have brought in an over-tuned Thunderbolt whose engines glowed white hot for hours after stowage in the hanger.  The pilot had to have returned from an active engagement area out near the Yellow Main Coalition.  One engineering officer heard that the VF looked as if it hadn’t seen repair in ages, because there was damaged armor plating that had to have been taken during a hand to hand fight with at least half a dozen Spartan MK II’s.  Another engineer heard that she’s not here as a guest, but that she was sent to take out Captain Cassel.  The pilot is an alien spy, which you can tell from the odd markings branded into the captured VF.

Among the women of the flight crew there were giggles and discussions of a far less grave nature, though much more serious.  Ranmaru Asakura, THE Ranmaru Asakura, was aboard the ship researching for a new movie, and what’s more he is gay!  Maybe.  Sexual persuasions aside, he was definitely up for grabs because not only was it confirmed that he sleeps with a woman every night and does not bed her, but he’s turned down the repeated advances of several ‘loose’ women aboard of lower standards than the bridge flight crew.  His new film would be the blockbuster restart to his entire career, and he is looking for a new costar to share the glamour with him.  The girls argued back and forth, before quietly agreeing that no matter what the truth of why Ranmaru was shipboard, he was fair game for any and all tricks they had up their sleeve.  It seems this term’s wager was decided.

The big news among the coms and electronic warfare and intelligence bay was the pair of EWO rocket riders that managed to reign in two of the most undisciplined pilots ever seen in the Three Spheres.   The scuttlebutt was that the CAW had given them an unfair advantage by meeting with one of the EWO’s totally alone the night before for a private discussion on ‘proper behavior.’  Each of the coms officers frowned at the thought of the Captain indulging in both rain washing and unfair favoritism.  As distasteful as the rain washing was, it could easily be explained by Captain Cassel’s loose Earth upbringing.  What was unforgiveable was allowing rain washing to give one race an ace in the hole for the daily training engagements.  The humans already had one lame duck in the flock with that pilot that kept randomly staring off into nothingness for moments at a time.

The rumors kept circulating the system stations as the night wore on until at last everything had been discussed, even the rather trivial news that a farmer girl had passed muster to be a pilot here.  The conversations were just about back to their starting point when Captain Zoey Wood stormed in and sucked the air out of the room.  She was in one of her moods, the kind she entered whenever there was something going on in her ship beyond her control.  No one understood why she’d accepted the post of Captain of the Chaerilidae, especially since she seemed to very rarely make her duties a priority.  The unspoken rumor was that she was there to make sure Captain Cassel was as loyal as Anubis hoped he was.  Five years of exceptional service was not quite enough for The Spike native borne to feel comfortable and trusting of a former UNI officer.  Babysitting duty on a training ship wasn’t exactly glamorous.

Captain Zed “Pocky” Cassel
Pilot Quarters Deck 03


Captain Cassel strode quietly through the corridors of deck 03 with a purpose.  At each door assigned to a VTAQ-11 member he paused and quietly overrode the locks.  Once inside he moved with the grace of a young man and placed a sealed clothing package under each occupent’s bed before leaving and relocking the doors.  He fought the urge to smile or whistle as he picked up a bag he’d left at the end of the corridor and shouldered it out of the flight crew dormitories.
2055.08.23 Monday 06:49 GST/03:49 Local Time Monday Morning

An ear piercing shriek pierced the still morning silence in each room for about half a second.  The startled occupants had a brief thirty second respite before the half second shriek shattered the calm again.  The quick witted among them would find the packages under their beds soon enough, and see the hand scribbled note on the manila surface. Mandatory 2nd PT session henceforth is 7 AM swim workout with Captain Cassel.  Inside the envelope was a modest swimsuit in the tailoring and colors of the academy, sized up to the occupant’s last uniform requisition.


VT-17 Remora

The still of the morning was NOT interrupted for the worn out pilots of Remora.  They’d been given an early morning mustering call of 0900 GST to have their morning meal finished by and their daily workout performed, with the privilege of still being able to choose their own desired workout.  At 0900 they were to meet in Astronavigation and Hyperspace Fold Engineering Lecture Hall 08B for a combined class with one of the tech platoons aboard Chaerilidae.

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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #2 on: February 02, 2011, 07:47:10 PM »
Ensign Ruth "Drone" Rigga

Woken up by a horrible ear shattering shriek Ruth sat up in her bed with a jerk, grabbing her pillow as if it where a weapon and stared around the room in shock. She noticed movement and her eyes immediately swept over to Tweak who also moved about. Ruth's mind quickly dismissed it as something not dangerous and went back to scanning the room next focusing briefly on some clothes that for a split second had looked like a snake. As suddenly as it had begun the shriek faded into silence. Fumbling about Ruth brought up her com device from the small nightstand beside her bed and double checked there where no urgent alarm or that she had managed to set something herself. Nothing. She was about to turn to Tweak and ask her when that awful shriek began anew.

Making a grimace and covering one ear Ruth began trying to locate where in the world that sound was coming from, and just about as she pulled out the strange package she had found the thing quieted down again. "Hey Tweak, look under your bed. See if you got one too." Ruth said, not taking her eyes of the package. Opening it up it was fairly apparent what was the alarm and Ruth made sure it was shut off properly before reading the note. "Great..." she mumbled with mixed feelings. Swim practise with "Pocky" was not a bad prospect, but the method of informing them had left her in a bit of a bad mood.

"Hey Tweak what do think..." The sentence finished in a high pitched shriek doing a good job of outdoing the alarms that had been going around. She had probably been hear into the adjacent rooms, not that the fact had registered with Ruth. She was staring at her room-mate's short hair both hands now clasping her mouth in shock. "What, what happened? who did this to you? Was it some sort of introduction crap or some... wait... was it that witch of a carpet muncher who did it?" Ruth didn't know quite what she was supposed to think and just let out whatever thoughts came up in her mind. Moving over to Tweak's bed she slowly reached out a hand towards her room-mate's short purple hair. "It's sooo short. Oh, you poor girl..." she said with eyes filled with pity.

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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #3 on: February 05, 2011, 10:32:59 PM »
Ensign Jayla "Tweak" Harm

Is this a bad dream? Jayla woke with a start at the alarm that had gone off and training took over for her sleep addled head.  The moment her feet landed on the ground though the alarm stopped and so did her instincts.  She sat frozen a moment not quite getting what was going on.

"Hey Tweak, look under your bed. See if you got one too."  Jayla numbly obeyed and found the manila colored envelope with writing on it.  She too found an alarm and immediately silenced it, then blinked her sleepy eyes at the swimsuit in her hand.  She was about to stretch out the suit and eye it up when Ruth screamed.  The fear and horror in her voice was more startling than the alarm in the envelopes.

"What, what happened? who did this to you? Was it some sort of introduction crap or some... wait... was it that witch of a carpet muncher who did it?" Ruth didn't know quite what she was supposed to think and just let out whatever thoughts came up in her mind. Moving over to Tweak's bed she slowly reached out a hand towards her room-mate's short purple hair. "It's sooo short. Oh, you poor girl..." she said with eyes filled with pity.

She didn't want it to happen.  This wasn't the reaction she was hoping for.  The hate and fear in Ruth's voice was too much for Jayla to bear, and suddenly she was sobbing and hiding her face in her bunk.  How could she tell Ruth that she wanted her hair this way, and that she was...well what did she expect?
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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #4 on: February 09, 2011, 01:20:10 AM »
Jacob Medley
..tired but awake.


Jacob's internal alarm clock has him up well before the alarm that would have him up normally would go off. With respect to his bunk mate he turns it off and then slides out of bed. With a slight yawn he runs his fingers through his hair as he goes over the conversation from the night before, finally getting to meet Francis, and learn a bit about him. He glances over to the large young man to see if he's perhaps awake and then back to what he's doing, which is of course getting his toiletries together before he heads out to find a hot shower.
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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #5 on: February 09, 2011, 02:07:26 AM »
Ensign Baressa Chardona
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A new day


  Baressa hadn't minded Grimm continuing to sing in the least, it made it easier for her to fall asleep after pulling her privacy screen close. Luckily for her she had as that night her mind had run wild with dreams about Red and where that kiss could have lead them? It helped that in this dream the ship was strangely vacant of anyone else to walk in on them in the showers while washing one another back amongst other spots or cuddling in the lecture hall etc. Eventually the scene shifted from the ship to a beach resort, a beach house used by her family when they took their summer vacations. Of course no one was there, just as planned and as soon as the pair entered and closed the door she slipped an arm around her friend's waist pulling her into a tight embrace drawing closer to those sweet lips...and

6:30 AM
  The snarling of the alarm clock snapped her awake as surely as a air raid siren, untangling herself from her drool dampened pillow Poacher sat up and observed softly "Wow...that was some dream.....damn." noting her clothes were half off and the lip stick and drool on the pillow cover which she was quite certain now she had molested in her sleep. Okay first things first, reaches behind to to turn off the alarm before rolling out of bed to head straight to her wall locker and quickly switch some clothes out. Zipping up her top she stepped back and left the compartment. It was early and she hadn't had the volume set very high so she doubted, hoped that it hadn't woken him up as she left. She went from there to the female locker room and soon was splashing cold water on her face from one of the sinks. She looked up at her reflection in the mirror, studying the small smile that had been absent for so long and something else that had been missing from her eyes as they looked back at her "Yep....I'm hooked."

  A few minutes later found her walking into the same gym they'd all been using the day before, nods to anyone already there then pulls out her PDA and sends Nilke a text informing her she was waiting on her. Snaps the device shut and tucks it away and after a moment of thought walks over to a exercise mat and gets down to starting her stretching routine.
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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #6 on: February 09, 2011, 05:14:13 PM »
ENS Francis Morgan

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Morgan stalked the halls of the Chaerilidae as he returned to his quarters, after having made an early morning assault upon the mess hall.  He finally had gotten his hands on some of the bagels and even though they were left over from the day before, they still hit the spot.  As he walked his mind crossed between the upcoming lesson and his new roommate.  Jacob hadn't said much last night and that suited him just fine.  Even though only four years separated the two, he felt their approach to life would reach out from different ends of the spectrum.  

I suppose I should be friendly...  Morgan thought as he arrived at the door of his quarters.  The quiet had been much to his liking, because there weren't too many places on board this damn ship he could find peace.  He was already dressed for the morning workout and had no need to actually return, but he decided to make another attempt at a first impression.

"It's about time you're up."  Morgan stated as he entered his quarters, without even giving Jacob a glance.  He continued over to his locker and retrieved a cap from inside.  Black with gold lettering, it fit him perfectly and had become his favorite.  He then headed for the exit and stopped to continue his one sided conversation.  "You'd better hurry, I don't think the Commander is going to wait around for you this time..."
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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #7 on: February 09, 2011, 05:52:28 PM »
Ensign Hayden "Canary" Grimm
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Sunday Evening

Hayden played his guitar and sang softly and watched as Baressa closed her privacy screen and got quiet.  He knew right away that she was asleep.  he himself was tired and the longer he played the heavier his eyes got.  He actually fell asleep holding his guitar in his arms.  His dreams were not bad but also not what you would call good either.  He dreamed that he and Gideon were shot down first in their daily sim and were demoted in the group because of poor performance.


Monday Morning - 0630 Hours

Sometime in the night, he had woke up and put his guitar back on its stand in the corner and closed his screen.  He was brought out of his slumber when Baressa's alarm went off.  He did not open his screen but heard her get up and eventually leave the room.  Once she was gone, he reached out from his bunk and grabbed his PDA to send Gideon an message about getting some PT in and then having a strategy session in the Mess before going to class.

TO:  Nayl, Gideon
FROM:  Grimm, Hayden

Hey Gids...how about meeting me for some PT this morning and then a strategy session as we eat.  I don't want another repeat of yesterday.  So i hope to see you there.

Canary


After keying the message, Hayden closed his PDA and returned it to the nightstand and sat up.  Alone in his room was going to be a norm he guessed and took it in stride.  Hayden retrieved a fresh set of sweats and put on his shoes before grabbing his gym bag which had his sparring gear in it.  With his gear in hand and his sweats on over his shorts and a tee, Hayden was on his way to the gym and hopefully to work out some of his confusion on the heavy bag.

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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #8 on: February 09, 2011, 06:11:49 PM »
Jacob Medley
Hmmm...


From the shower to a quick stop into the mess and then back to his quarters was the progress that Jacob made that morning. When Francis comes in Jacob's sitting on his bunk finishing up something on his computer, one headphone in his ear playing something that's not too loud.

"It's about time you're up."

Jacob looks up and nods, "Been up awhile, we just seem to miss each other. Sorry about that...having a good morning so far?" he takes a moment to put the computer to sleep and slide it back into it's place amongst his things.

"You'd better hurry, I don't think the Commander is going to wait around for you this time..."

That prompts a nod, "Haven't been late yet and we have a bit of time. I think I'll go do a short run and I'll see you in class." as Frank heads out again. When the door closes Jacob sits for a moment in thought and then shrugs and slides off his bunk and heads out himself towards the gym.

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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #9 on: February 10, 2011, 11:01:41 PM »
Jenny "Djinn" Adrasteia
Wakey Wakey!


Jenny rose robotically, she tended just to assume that any loud noise going off meant that she was required to be awake, and it was a couple of seconds before she had checked the time and collected her thoughts. She had just swung her feet over the end of the bed when the second klaxon went off.

"Rise and shine Keiko!" she called over to her EWO "Looks like we're on pool duty" as she located the swimming costume. Briefly giving pause to reflect that whoever had been sneaking around in their rooms was probably due for some payback at some stage, she slipped into her costume and then pulled some jogging bottoms and a t-shirt over the top, she could do a quick session on the weights and then still be in time for the morning swim.

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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #10 on: February 11, 2011, 12:54:57 AM »
ENS Francis Morgan

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"All right I guess, I'll see you there."  Morgan replied to Jacob as he made his exit.  A simple bit of advice, that was met with a big head and a smug expression.  This partnership is going to be more difficult that he thought, maybe he could request another roommate.  He then continued towards the gym and simply spoke to himself, with a slight sadistic laugh.  "Maybe Jenny's got room on the floor...?"

As Morgan rounded the corner he caught sight of Grimm, as he exited his quarters.  He appeared distant and perhaps upset.  Maybe it would be best to let him be, but he usually wore his heart on his sleeve and he probably won't mind the company.

"Hey Grimm..."  Morgan called out to Hayden, as he made up the distance between the two.  "What's the word, Boss?"   

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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #11 on: February 11, 2011, 05:21:26 AM »
Jacob Medley
Cheerful


Jacob quietly make his way to the gym after his encounter with Francis, observing that he follows a ways back in the wake of Francis and another member of the squad, the guy he recognizes as Grimm. Nevertheless, Jacob has a smile and warm tone of good morning to any who would greet him if spoken to as he traverses the corridors.

Inside the gym he doesn't pauses to take in the room before turning to walk over towards a large exercise mat. He wrinkles his nose at the usual odors that gyms typically have, unable to keep completely out of the air by any sort of filtration. As he gets close to the mats he smiles noticing the purple hair that tops woman sitting down at one of them. "Good morning, uh mind if I join you?" he asks in a polite casual tone as he sets his own small bag down and indicates the opposite end of the section of mats she's using, "That is if you don't mind a bit of company for a few minutes while I warm up before my run."
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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #12 on: February 11, 2011, 01:20:51 PM »
Ensign Baressa (Poacher) Chardona
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Warming up.


  She'd just touched her forehead to her knee when someone spoke at her from the other end of the mat, looks up, managing to hide any disappointment that it wasn't who she was hoping for. "Sure help your self." she replies as she shifts over to stretching out to the other side "So how has the first couple days here been treating you Jacob, it is Jacob isn't it?" she's pretty sure she has the right name and face but asks just to be sure?
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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #13 on: February 11, 2011, 02:39:29 PM »
Jacob Medley
Sweet sweet routine


With the welcome given, Jacob settles down onto the exercise mat and starts to stretch out his legs, almost mimicking the start that Baressa has made with her own progress. "Yes, Jacob, you're...," he takes a moment clearly to try to remember, "Baressa," he gets out slowly to make sure he's saying it right, "Sorry, my mind just wants to keep referencing you as that purple haired girl." the result gives him a bit of a nervous soft chuckle which keeps a light smile on his face, which is a mere tilt at the corners of his mouth as he speaks to her, revealing something of a good mood in the morning but not overly bubbly with goodness, "It's been an interesting couple of days with the change in scenery. I like the ship though and there's enough people I recognize from before graduation that I don't feel like Valentine Smith."  Jacob shifts the stretching focus on his legs as he talks, "So, how about yourself?"
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Re: 2055.08.23 Monday
« Reply #14 on: February 11, 2011, 03:00:54 PM »
Ensign Hayden "Canary" Grimm
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Hayden had just exited his room and started towards the gym when he heard his name being called and paused and turned to see who it was.

"Hey Grimm..."   

He saw that it was Francis calling to him and as he ran up to him, Hay wondered what he was needing from him.

"What's the word, Boss?"

A smile formed on his face and Hayden nodded to the approaching pilot.

"Not too much Mr. Morgan.  I was on my way to the gym and I was hoping that our illustrious leader would be there but I am not holding my breath."

Giving Morgan a hand gesture meant for him to follow, Hayden again stated towards the gym.

"So...what are you up to this fine military morning?"

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