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Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« on: February 18, 2020, 06:45:34 AM »
2069-02-09-Sat. (before 17:00): Elpis Faction Border, deep space between the Irmuska and Caterina Systems

Time flies for the pilots in the Steel Valkyries after they get up and rush about getting ready for the upcoming sortie.

After arriving in their designated repair bay, the Major—who looks like he hardly slept a wink after returning to the Hamekahame—enters and strides up in front of the ragtag group.

He gruffly updates them: "Björn won't be joining us on this sortie.  His helmet had a leak, and he lost all his air when we returned to the ship.  He experienced severe hypoxia.  The medics are saying he's on the road to recovery, but he still hasn't woken up."

"As for the birds we procured yesterday: Kaumirran will keep the Thunderbolt she took.  Mr. D will take the radome equipped Thunderbolt.  You," he looks sharply at Mr. D, "will be our eyes and ears from now on."

Bah leans toward Kaumirran and whispers, "because he sucks at fighting."

"Keep us up-to-date on the battlefield, but keep your distance from any unfriendlies," the Major finishes instructing Mr. D.  He says to everyone, "Bah and I will be back in our respective Valkyries."

"I want your Valkyries prepped and fully fuelled double time.  Kaumirran, Mr. D, use the remaining time before launch to get familiar with your Thunderbolts' controls and systems—especially the telemetry link, Mr. D.  Bah, I need you to help me transfer the rear-firing missiles from Björn's Thunderbolt to Mr. D's."

"What's our mission, sir," Mr. D asks, slightly miffed that the Major doesn't appear to have faith in his data transmission abilities.

"You'll be briefed on the flight line.  You know the drill.  A$$holes and elbows.  Move out!" the Major concludes.

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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #1 on: February 18, 2020, 07:09:44 AM »
2069-02-09-Sat. (approx. 17:00): Elpis Faction Border, deep space between the Irmuska and Caterina Systems

After a flurry of activity—that fully shakes off any residual morning grogginess—the Steel Valkyries assemble their assorted VFs on the flight line in GERWALK.  They note that there are a bunch of Pertahanan in Battlesuits also assembling in two groups on either side of them.

The Major starts his briefing over the video-comm system: "we're on the edge of Eplis space.  The Hamekahame is rendezvousing with a transport to pick up supplies purchased on Andis while we were picking up the Thunderbolts."

"Our job is two fold—one: familiarize ourselves with the Thunderbolts and mixed operations with the 1's and 11's, and two: fly patrol around the wrecks in this sector to watch over our Pertahanan buddies while they transport our much needed supplies from the transport ship."

Captain Alakai doesn't expect trouble from the transport.  However, as we drew too much attention to ourselves over Raimonds," the Major shoots Kaumirran a stern look, "we're concerned that someone might have overheard our plans and crash are resupply party... or worse: an Elpis patrol might show up."

"Getting those supplies on our ship is our number one mission priority—as we need the food."  Flashes of the pitiful selection of the last remaining ready-meals they had at breakfast come to mind—all the remaining packs being the ones that no one likes.  At all.

"Oh..." the Major looks up to one side in recollection.  He then looks squarely at Kaumirran, "Cap't Alakai said he'll shoot you down, Kaumirran, if you step out of line and endanger the mission by making trouble for either the transports or the Pertahanan transporting our supplies.  I told him I'd save him the trouble and personally shoot you down if you head in their direction."

The Major checks his watch.  "Alright, launch time.  As the transport will be off the side of the ship, we're going to launch and hug the ship up to the bow... then fly straight ahead to the nearest wreck, and start our patrol... in a counterclockwise path around the area."

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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #2 on: February 18, 2020, 11:01:39 AM »
2069-02-09-Sat. (approx. 17:00): Elpis Faction Border, deep space between the Irmuska and Caterina Systems

The Steel Valkyries sortie with the battlesuits (a mix of Quadoran-Rō and Nūjaderu-Gā).  Immediately upon exiting the smaller of the two bomb bay hatches on the bottom of the Hamekahame, they turn and accelerate toward—and past—the bow of the ship.

Upon exiting, they notice two flights of Jināru Air-battle Pods breaking off from the pack of battlesuits, and heading out in patrol formations in opposite directions (if the Steel Valkyries are 12:00, the Jināru are 4:00 and 8:00).

The pack of battlesuits head toward the right of the Hamekahame.  Over that way, about 4 to 5 km away is the ruins of the rear part of a Keadōru Magudomira Command Battleship.  Floating just off the side of the Command Battleship ruins is a Cargo Transport*.  The battlesuits are heading directly toward it.

Just underneath a section of the Command Battleship's dorsal armour (floating some distance behind the remains of the main part of the ship) is a Colony Picket*.  It has its guns aimed at the Hamekahame.  There appear to be Battroid mode Valkyries of some sort on its catapults and hulls, but they—and the picket itself—are staying put and acting entirely defensively.  In different words, they are the armed muscle brought along to make sure that the deal with the Hamekahame doesn't go bad for whoever owns the Cargo Transport.

Stretching out in arcs in both directions from the Command Battleship are a large field of debris.  Floating nearby are the ruins of a trio of Picket Ships and their respective debris fields.  Only the Picket Ship toward the rear is largely intact.  The rest are shattered ruins.

Directly ahead of the Hamekahame—and where the Steel Valkyries are headed—is another large debris field.  This one is centred on a ruined Suvāru Saran Standard Battleship.

Due to the cosmic ray-induced space weathering on all 5 ruined ships, it's clear that they have been here for a long, long, long time.

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About halfway to the Standard Battleship wreck, the Major starts chewing out Mr. D: "where's my telemetry feed?"

"Sir," cries an obviously stressed Mr. D, accompanied by a cacophony of alarm bells, "the avionics in the 11's and the 1's don't sync so good."

A quick check by Kaumirran to her screens confirms that Mr. D isn't even sharing any telemetry with her Thunderbolt.  Compatibility issues are not the problem.

"Well," the Major tartly retorts.

"Huh?" Mr. D confusedly replies.

"Don't sync so well." the Major chastises in an obviously displeased tone.

"Right..." Mr. D trails off, distracted by another alarm going off.

"You have until we pass over that Command ship to get things worked out!" barks the Major.

"Right!" a visibly flustered Mr. D nervously replies, as he goes back to stabbing at buttons and switches in his cockpit.

The Major turns his attention to the others, "Bah, Kaumirran, we're going to have to take the first pass blind.  I don't expect any trouble—as the Hamekahame scanned the area when we arrived—but stay on your toes.  You two head under the ship.  I'll escort Mr. D over the top.  Meet on the other side."

"Damn," Bah hisses in a low tone after switching to a private channel with Kaumirran.  "I hope Mr. D gets things worked out by the time we meet up... I would really prefer him broadcasting the big 'shoot me first' target!" he says, as he activates his VF-1's forward radar array.

"Care to cover the rear arc?" he indicates that Kaumirran should use her VF's rear facing radar.  "Or do you want to take point, and put your faith in the 1A's rinky-dink rear-facing radar?"



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- Steel Valkyries are the black triangle (pink circle = gun pod range, white circle = micro-missile range)
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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #3 on: February 18, 2020, 10:06:51 PM »
Kaumirran



It had been a long night. There had been some much running through Kaumirran’s head that she had trouble sleeping. She had kept playing back the events, trying to find a way that things could have gone differently. She had come up with a few alternatives, but there was no way of knowing if they would have improved the situation had they come to her in the moment.

She had tossed and turned when she had finally passed out. The whole fitful experience left her feeling exhausted. She was the last of the member of the group to join the huddle session on the following morning.


Björn won't be joining us on this sortie.  His helmet had a leak, and he lost all his air when we returned to the ship.”




“I lost some of my hair.” The Meltran pinched her uneven locks between the knuckles of two fingers. “He got off easy. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get this back?”




Bah leans toward Kaumirran and whispers, "because he sucks at fighting."




Kaumirran, brows raised, bobbed her head up and down. Her lips slowly twisted as she did so. Abruptly, her face went neutral and looked toward Mr. D.

“Hey!” She gave him a single nod. “Forward us the best porn that find while we’re out there.” Unlike some people, she did believe his data transfer capabilities.




"we're on the edge of Eplis space.  The Hamekahame is rendezvousing with a transport to pick up supplies purchased on Andis while we were picking up the Thunderbolts."




Kaumirran had readied her Thunderbolt. It had not been a record setting time or anything, but it had not taken all of long. Most of it had been done the night before. What had been left was the familiarization process. She had gotten a lot of that out of the way yesterday, too. That was why she was still alive and a cloud of flotsam making her way to the edge of universe.
“We really need to discuss the amount of Andis that we are involved with,” she interjected in to his speech. “And I call dibs based on the fact that I am the most deserving of that honour.”



"Captain Alakai doesn't expect trouble from the transport.  However, as we drew too much attention to ourselves over Raimonds,"



When it was mentioned that someone had drawn too much attention to them, Kaumirran pointed to herself. The gesture came complete with its own look of innocence mixed with a hint of confusion that one could possibility think that she had anything to do with that.



"the avionics in the 11's and the 1's don't sync so good."



“Don’t sync so good?” Kaumirran repeated the phrase without taking her eyes off of the view ahead. There was a lot of wreckage out there. It was nothing compared to some parts of the galaxy, of course. She knew that despite the fact that she had never seen them, personally. Such was life having an ingrained memory of events prior to her own life. Granted, most of them were brief overviews and lacked for details. Still, it was better than nothing. “English isn’t my primary language and even I know that is wrong.”



"I hope Mr. D gets things worked out by the time we meet up... I would really prefer him broadcasting the big 'shoot me first' target!"
 


Kaumirran switches her comm to match the channel that D was sending on. If she was going to run her mouth --and that was not so much in question by that point-- then it was best to do it where she would not get chewed out.  Then again, she did enjoy the reactions that she received. Negative attention was still attention, and she did enjoy that when she was not in hiding for her life.

“I hope that he does, too,” she responded. “I was looking forward to that porn. I haven’t masturbated in, like, two weeks and as long as we were floating out here, doing nothing...” She shrugged. She liked attention. Truth, that was more fluid.



"Care to cover the rear arc?" he indicates that Kaumirran should use her VF's rear facing radar.  "Or do you want to take point, and put your faith in the 1A's rinky-dink rear-facing radar?"



“You can go first,” the green answered. “If someone is going to be broadcasting shoot me first, I would rather it be you.” She looked down at the camera and smirked behind her faceplate.


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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #4 on: February 19, 2020, 11:41:27 PM »
“Forward us the best porn that find while we’re out there.”

"Ha, ha, ha," Mr. D artificially laughed.  "Right."  He adds, in a tone that indicates that there won't be any porn that far out in deep space, but with a smug expression that shows he can do it... if there's any to be found.



“We really need to discuss the amount of Andis that we are involved with (...)"

Ignoring the rest of her comments, the Major calmly says, "it'll be your payment for this mission."

"Or would you prefer to sit it out, and starve over the next few weeks?" he asks sarcastically.



“English isn’t my primary language and even I know that is wrong.”

"Stuff it, you!" Mr. D angrily grumbles, before focusing on getting the telemetry connection working.




2069-02-09-Sat. (17:00–17:30): Elpis Faction Border, deep space between the Irmuska and Caterina Systems

“You can go first.  If someone is going to be broadcasting shoot me first, I would rather it be you.”

"Heh," snorts Bah with a smirk.  "Here goes nothing...," he says, as he dives his Valkyrie under the wrecked battleship, and swoops along the lower hull.  Angling a bit toward the rear, he rockets out, and does a quick barrel role as he visually looks around the area for anything that might be hiding in the Hamekahame's sensor shadow on the far side of the battleship.

There's nothing.

The Major and Mr. D swoosh over the top, and seamlessly join up into formation.

"Head counterclockwise," the Major quietly instructs.  The ashen colour and grim expression on his face tell them all they need to know about Mr. D and the telemetry situation.  "Bah, take point.  Kaumirran, stay on his wing.  D, behind them.  I've got the rear."

The Steel Valkyries rocket through the debris trail, gradually angling "down".  While it is easy to navigate through with little risk of bumping into something, everyone's attention is outside the cockpit—visually checking each chunk of ship for signs of ambush, and so on.  Except for Mr. D, who is still trying to get the inter-Valkyrie connection working.

Soon they pass out of the field and enter the gap between the "upper" battleship field, and the "lower left" Picket Ship debris field.

The Major radios, "head straight for the Picket Ship... the biggest piece of it."

Bah takes advantage of the break by radioing Kaumirran on the private channel:  "So, what's that about masturbating to porn...?"  He knows that she's just seeking attention, but he's bored.




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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #5 on: February 20, 2020, 04:15:53 AM »
Kaumirran



"Or would you prefer to sit it out, and starve over the next few weeks?"


“I. Would. Not,” Kaumirran replied in a stuttered fashion. She then carried on more conversationally. “You can tell that mean that by the way that I spoke each word with a brief pause between it and the following one. Captain Kirk would have been proud of the proper enunciation of my protest.”

That was followed by another momentary pause before she added, “And also my proper skin tone.”



"Stuff it, you!"


“Heeeeey. That’s exactly how I order the crust on my pizza,” came the reply over the comm. She was totally taking this seriously. The totally descriptor was questionable in nature. “Which is what we should order while we are not starving over the next few weeks. As long as you are taking the order over there, DeeDee, I prefer garlic-parmesan sauce instead of marinara. And for toppings, I’ll take mushroom, pineapple, and apricot.”




Contrary to the way that she ran her mouth, when it came to flying, Kaumirran actually did put forth an effort. She tried to maintain a close formation with her wingmate, matching his maneuvers with a like set. Her eyes flicker briefly from the canopy to the instrument panel whenever they broke far enough from the wreckage to get a decent signal. However, most of her attention was on said wreckage because she held little desire to bond with it.



"So, what's that about masturbating to porn...?" 


A smirk formed on Kaumirran’s bluish lips --and they were supposed to be that color, she was not just really cold; she was pretty cool, though, you could ask her and she would happily tell you as much.

As she smoothed out of the latest spin, she had a second that she could spare a hand to switch to the private channel. “What about it?” she asked coyly. “That is, like, thirty percent of the reason that porn exists.”


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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #6 on: February 20, 2020, 12:28:09 PM »
“You can tell that mean that by the way that I spoke each word with a brief pause between it and the following one. Captain Kirk would have been proud of the proper enunciation of my protest.  (...)  And also my proper skin tone.”

The three men all blink rapidly and share confused looks with each other.

"Captain... who?" cautiously asks Bah.





2069-02-09-Sat. (17:00–17:30): Elpis Faction Border, deep space between the Irmuska and Caterina Systems

“What about it? (...) That is, like, thirty percent of the reason that porn exists.”

"Oh..." Bah muses.  "So many things to ask about based on your juicy statement!"

The Steel Valkyries approach the first few chunks of the "lower left" Picket Ship's debris field.

"Do you prefer the stuff shot in the male gaze?  Or the stuff made by bi's and new-halfs?"  He asks nonchalantly.


As the Steel Valkyries woosh past the broken hull of the Picket Ship, their radar screens flash to life with data from Mr. D's VF-11.  However, it's not the anticipated sensor telemetry—it's his face!  He's currently grimacing in concentration as he plays with the settings while dodging pieces of Zentrādi spaceship debris.




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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #7 on: February 22, 2020, 11:52:29 PM »
Kaumirran




Kaumirran’s eyes flicked again between the sensor suite followed by a quick visual scan. She was not sure what it was that she was looking for. She just knew that she would probably know it when she saw it. There was a lot of old wreckage scattered around the area. Some things would stand out as being out of place. Lights, heat signatures, and directed motion would be among them. There was also the more obvious stuff like lock-on warnings or active sensor pings.

When her latest review of local space concluded, she glanced back down at the comm screen. “What constitutes a new-half?” she asked. “Is that like a half-breed, or a double-gender? Or is that like a Zolan and doubling or more up on a single gender? Marsupials are weird, but there is a reason why they’re the gangbang queens of the galax-.” Kaumirran broke off her commentary when her eyes flicked down to see a new face. “Uh, hello?”


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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #8 on: February 23, 2020, 12:54:38 AM »
2069-02-09-Sat. (17:00–17:30): Elpis Faction Border, deep space between the Irmuska and Caterina Systems

Aside from the lazily drifting debris from the ships (outer shells and inner contents), there's nothing out of place or unexpected in the debris field.  The debris themselves aren't difficult to avoid, either, as all of the faster moving and faster spinning stuff from the initial explosions that caused the wreckage have long since drifted away.

“Uh, hello?”

"Yikes!" Bah concurrently exclaims.

"Uh..." the Major slowly and sarcastically drawls.  "You're broadcasting yourself, D..."

"Oh!",  Mr. D exclaims.  Followed by a, "huh?!", and then a longer, drawn out, "Ohhhhhh!", as his face rapidly switches from shock, to confusion, then to stunned realization.

He quickly taps a few short commands on the console, and his face is abruptly replaced with telemetry from his VF-11's radome.

On the regular comm channel, he laughs off the frustration, "someone in that potato farm on Andis connected the Super Pack's wires backwards!  They reversed the in/out ports!!  No wonder that setting was reversed when I went through the Thunderbolt's settings last night!  Dumbasses!!"

"That's... good," the Major cautiously replies.

He switches off his Valkyrie's radar, and instructs the others: "now that we've got proper eyes and ears, lets spread out a bit, and do things better.  Kaumirran and Bah: stay in the lead, but I want you to move ahead, and spread out about 1 klick apart from each other and Mr. D... in a triangle formation.  I'll be dropping back in the rear, too.  I don't expect trouble, but keep on your toes... especially as we're getting near that transport and it's escort!"

"We're going to pass around the rear of that Picket Ship," he indicates the one that's largely still in one piece that they're rapidly approaching, "and then we'll angle back toward 12 o'clock, and pass along the far side of that wrecked command ship."

"Don't, " he stresses, "pass within gun pod range of that transport's escort.  Who knows how many of their guards have itchy trigger fingers!"

"Heard that," Bah replies, as he also deactivates his VF-1's forward radar.

After spreading out, and passing around the rear of the 'lower right' Picket Ship, the Steel Valkyries enter the next gap, as they head toward the Command Ship's debris field.

Switching to the private channel with Kaumirran, Bah picks up the conversation: "New-half... don't you watch Japanese porn?  What else are they called...?  Kathoey?  Girl-sire?"




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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #9 on: February 24, 2020, 08:52:10 PM »
Kaumirran


"someone in that potato farm on Andis connected the Super Pack's wires backwards!  They reversed the in/out ports!!  No wonder that setting was reversed when I went through the Thunderbolt's settings last night!  Dumbasses!!"



Kaumirran could have suppressed a sigh at Mr.D’s explanation. She did not, though, nor did she remain on the private channel. That would not have been her way. She wanted to sigh. She felt that it was justified. So, she did it. That way everyone knew how she felt about the entire thing. “Well, I, for one, feel a surge of confidence in knowing that we picked the right person for the task. Good job.” She rolled her eyes for the same reason as she had sighed.



“Who knows how many of their guards have itchy trigger fingers!"


Kaumirran nudged her stick, rolling her fighter to the side. She pulled back, altering her trajectory. “I have a pretty good idea on how we could find out.” When she reached the indicated distance from her wingman, she corrected her angle so that they were flying in the same direction once again.



"New-half... don't you watch Japanese porn?”


Switching back to the private comm channel, Kaumirran glanced at the screen to make sure that she changeover had gone as planned. It took her mind a second longer to switch from public to private topics. There were a lot of things that her head was juggling. Some of them were actually important.

“I do not,” she answered. “Is there a difference between one breed of human and another? You all kind of look the same to me with your stubby ears and dead-leaf color palettes.”



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« Reply #10 on: February 25, 2020, 11:44:51 PM »
2069-02-09-Sat. (17:00–17:30): Elpis Faction Border, deep space between the Irmuska and Caterina Systems

"Well, I, for one, feel a surge of confidence in knowing that we picked the right person for the task. Good job."

"Thanks!" Mr. D replies, oblivious to her sarcasm as he focuses on tuning his Valkyrie's support AI to properly process the radome data, and only look for objects out of place in the debris field.


"I have a pretty good idea on how we could find out."

"Let's not," Bah coolly replies.  "Our 1's are currently held together with rubber bands and duct tape, and I'd prefer not to go back into deep cover in some settlement out in the sticks to acquire replacements anytime soon."


The Steel Valkyries pass at a comfortable distance from the transport's escort on the opposite side of the command ship's remains.  The debris are at their thickest and most numerous in this area, and flying is decidedly... technical here.


"I do not.  Is there a difference between one breed of human and another? You all kind of look the same to me with your stubby ears and dead-leaf colour palettes.”

"Breed?", Bah snorts.  "You haven't gotten out much, have you, girl," he casually dismisses her xenophobic comment.

"You've heard of culture, right?"  He doesn't wait for her answer.  "People from different cultures do different things... show different things, you know.  Some are full-on in your face, and others are more... discreet..."

Bah's commentary trails off, as his—and everyone else's attention—is drawn to 3 Quadoran-Rō that are rapidly approaching from the direction of the chain of battle-suits that are conveying the supplies from the transport to the Hamekahame.

The lead Quadoran-Rō pilot briefly appears on the squad's communication screen and speaks in the heavily accented Pertahanan dialect of Zentrādi: "/z/ We saw a flash.  Near sector C10.  Will help you investigate. /z/"

"/z/ Understood. /z/", replies the Major.

"Eyes front and peeled, people" he barks at the Steel Valkyries as they start to exit the command ship's debris field, and head  toward the ruined Picket Ship in the "top right" of the battleship's debris field.




OOC: I'm using the /z/ to indicate stuff spoken in Zentrādi—shorthand that should be easier than typing out "said in Zentrādi" each time. ;)

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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #11 on: February 26, 2020, 04:10:08 AM »
Kaumirran




” I'd prefer not to go back into deep cover in some settlement out in the sticks to acquire replacements anytime soon."




That had not been a great time. High chance of death. A jerk who totally wasted all of the effort that she had put in to barring the door. Other things that Kaumirran did not want to think about because it dominate her thoughts and it was probably not the best time for that. It was a good thing that she had her trusty go-to mouthing off to fill in the void.

“What if I told you that I know you can get all expense paid vacation to a wonderful beachfront property for the weekend and all that you have to do is sit in on a short, four hour presentation about the benefits fractional home ownership before you leave?”




"Breed? ... You haven't gotten out much, have you, girl?"




With the increase in the density of the debris cloud, Kaumirran could not risk looking away from where she was flying. Yes, she took the occasion micro-glace at the display, but it was the one that held telemetry data and not the image of the man flying ahead and to the side of her. As she dipped in to a sixty degree arc under a pockmarked bit free floating hull plating, she was thankful that she had all of the know-how ingrained in to her mind rather than having to manually learn it. She could pick up the image and already have her eyes back at the view ahead while her mind catalogued the image that she had seen a moment prior. She pitied those that had to concentrate of translating the data, or she would have if she care that much, which she decidedly did not.

“Not really.” Her voice came more slowly than normal. The processing power of her brain was focused on rising out of the way of that --what had that been? A rock?-- that thingy. “Most of my life had been spent stuffed in to a cargo hold with my sisters. Packed to the gills at first, but it thinned out over time. The rest of was me trying not to get recaptured by those people. Why do you ask?”




"You've heard of culture, right?"




“Yeeeeeeeeah. That's the stuff they use to make cheeeeese.  Mmmm, cheeeeese.”




"Eyes front and peeled, people"




“My eyes are peeled,” Kaumirran confirmed. As if she had to be told to pay attention. She was still alive and not plastered to the side of some obstacle. Clearly, she had been doing the attention paying. More or less. After a second, she added questioningly, “Is the peeling the reason why it is called the apple of my eye?”




OOC: I'm using the /z/ to indicate stuff spoken in Zentrādi—shorthand that should be easier than typing out "said in Zentrādi" each time. ;)



OOC: Or, you know, just install the Zentraedi Font:  http://2ttf.com/GbvrJvZXiwG
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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #12 on: March 02, 2020, 01:31:27 AM »
OOC: Or, you know, just install the Zentraedi Font:  http://2ttf.com/GbvrJvZXiwG

OOC: ... and that would defeat the purpose of making it accessible to all.  BIC:




“What if I told you that I know you can get all expense paid vacation to a wonderful beachfront property for the weekend and all that you have to do is sit in on a short, four hour presentation about the benefits fractional home ownership before you leave?”

Bah holds up his hand making the Japanese hand sign for money, and mockingly retorts, "see this Canadian collectors coin?  It's a specially minted souvenir of the bluenose, a very famous ship.  I'll sell it to you—right now—for the super low discount price of 2 bucks!"



“Not really.  Most of my life had been spent stuffed in to a cargo hold with my sisters. Packed to the gills at first, but it thinned out over time. The rest of was me trying not to get recaptured by those people. Why do you ask?”

"Poor you," Bah says sarcastically.  He would've liked to say something longer and more biting, but he was also focusing the majority of his attention on the debris field whizzing by their speeding Valkyries.



“Yeeeeeeeeah. That's the stuff they use to make cheeeeese.  Mmmm, cheeeeese.”

"Wrong culture, yo!"  Bah can't help but crack a smile.  Either he got her joke, or he's revised his impression of Kaumirran's intelligence... significantly downwards.




2069-02-09-Sat. (17:00–17:30): Elpis Faction Border, 5 Sisters (deep space between the Irmuska and Caterina Systems)

“My eyes are peeled.  Is the peeling the reason why it is called the apple of my eye?”

The Major ignores her chatter as he speeds up to make a tighter formation with Mr. D's VF-11.  "Anything?" he asks.

"All scopes are clear," answers Mr. D.

"Everyone, get behind that large chunk of dorsal armour... we'll use it to mask our approach," the Major orders.

The two squadrons rocket toward, and then along an extremely large slab of armour floating some distance from the main part of the command ship.


The Major radios the Hamekahame: "/z/ Potential unknown spotted at C10.  Heading over to investigate with three Quadoran-Rō.  Anything on the ship's sensors? /z/"

Kekepania, one of the two Hine sisters that runs the bridge comms, promptly replies: "/z/ Understood.  How long since it was spotted?" /z/"

Amina, the lead Quadoran-Rō pilot, answers, "/z/ Approximately 43.5 seconds ago. /z/"

Kala, the Hamekahame's sensor operator chimes in, "/z/ Nothing on sensors.  However, there are a lot of blind spots on the far side of the larger pieces of debris. /z/"

"/z/ Weapons! /z/" barks Cap't Alakai.

"Gun turrets deployed and targeting sector C10, sir!" promptly replies Keanu—the tactical officer, and the only other male on the bridge.

"/z/ Amina and Andurven: Maximum caution, maximum effort! /z/" Alakai says to the Steel Valkyries and the Quadoran-Rō squad.


"D?" Major Andurven asks Drakenstein.  "Scope still clear, sir" comes Mr. D's prompt reply.

The Major asks, "/z/ Amina, anything on sensors when you saw the flash? /z/"

"/z/ Outside of sensor range, Massa. /z/" replies Amina, in a slightly softer tone, that—while ambiguous—registers to Kaumirran's ears as something more than just mere fellow pilots cooperating on a mission.

"Break left at the end of the ship, Amina," instructs the Major.  "Steel Valkyries, we'll rocket straight off the bow, and then arc left... and catch whatever is out there in a pincer!"

"Roger," Bah replies matter-of-factly.

"Scope's still clear," Mr. D adds.




Map/visualization aid: Click on Eps. 2.2: Milk Run Map.
Oopsies... the blue question mark should be at C10, not D11!  :P

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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #13 on: March 02, 2020, 11:37:31 PM »
Kaumirran


OOC: ... and that would defeat the purpose of making it accessible to all.


OOC: Not really.  If you don’t have it installed, then it reverts to whatever is your default font.

Plus, it would look kewl.




” I'll sell it to you—right now—for the super low discount price of 2 bucks!"



Kaumirran twitched around a bit of debris. With a relatively clear gap behind it, she risked taking her eyes off of the view ahead. She probably should not have. She should have been dedicated to her job. What she was, was curious. She did not know what a bluenose was, beyond a nose that was blue. That image on the coin, however, did not look anything like a face. In fact... “That thing doesn’t look remotely spaceworthy.”



"Poor you," Bah says sarcastically.



Kaumirran felt a surge of anger. He did not understand and it offended her that he would brush off something that had been very traumatic for her, even if she had not understood that during much of the time that it had been happening.

She clamped down on the heat before it rose too high. It would not do to be angry at a time like that. It was a needless distraction, one that could last long after the comment had come and gone. She did not need it sapping her attention at the wrong moment.

“No,” Kaumirran said. There may have been a bit of that lingering heat leaking colouring in her words. “Lucky me. Most of my family is dead. They were thrown out as meat shields to absorb in-coming fire. You ass.”





"/z/ Outside of sensor range, Massa. /z/"


A pair of purple eyebrows came together nearly close enough to meet upon a certain pale green forehead. She had heard a lot of things over the official comms. Most of them she took as fact. The mention of something ghosting across the sensor feed, for example. Then there was that one. It was a bit harder to parse. So, she asked on the team channel. “Diiiiid that chica just call him Master?”
 








The command brought Kaumirran back to the task at hand. Everything else --the jokes, the taunts, the insults-- left her. It was like a key had been turned. Suddenly, she was all business. They were heading in to a potential combat situation. She needed her focus. She was still alive. She intended to stay that way. So, she acknowledged the plan and kept a keen eye on the glow of Bah’s engines, matching his lead in the coming manuever.




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Re: Eps. 2.2: Milk Run
« Reply #14 on: March 04, 2020, 12:05:21 AM »
“That thing doesn’t look remotely spaceworthy.”

"Hah!" Bah laughs with glee.



“No.  Lucky me. Most of my family is dead. They were thrown out as meat shields to absorb in-coming fire. You ass.”

"What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger, eh?" Bah responds dismissively, focusing outside the cockpit, and not liking where the conversation was headed.




2069-02-09-Sat. (17:00–17:30): Elpis Faction Border, 5 Sisters (deep space between the Irmuska and Caterina Systems)

“Diiiiid that chica just call him Master?”
 
"Massa," corrects Bah.

The Major just smirks, with a playful sparkle in his eye.

"Major!" Mr. D's yelp of surprise comes at the same time as their forward threat radar lights up with multiple missile warnings.

"Break left!" the Major yells at Mr. D, as he does it.

Bah yanks his fighter to the right.

Moments later, the control AI on the radome works out the trajectory of the missiles, and informs them that the 4 sets of 10 missiles were not shot at them.  Instead, they were shot at the Hamekahame and what appears to be the line of Battlesuits transporting their precious supplies!

"/z/ Protect our sisters and brothers! /z/" Amina yells at her Quadoran-Rō team.  They immediately change to an intercept course, to get close enough to start shooting down the missiles.

"You heard her!" the Major yells at the Steel Valkyries, as he starts turning and rocketing toward the missiles, too.

Mr. D dutifully follows, and helpfully adds, "computer sezs we'll just be able to make it at max thrust, sir!"

Bah momentarily wavers, and Kaumirran can see his jet's wings dip and return to horizontal a couple of times as he mulls whether to join the effort to stop the missiles or stay on their original heading.




Map/visualization aid: Click on Eps. 2.2: Milk Run Map.
Note: fixed question mark error.
Green triangle: Quadoran-Rō team
2 light-purple triangles: Fighter Pod teams
2 dark blue triangles: projected MRM paths