RPG Project: True Destiny[RESURRECTION//] - [M-SLV]

[Talon]

[color=teal][size=1][i]He kept the wrench clenched in his teeth as he bit back a frustrated scream. Oh, sure, he was pissed. Oh, sure, he was the only one in the bay working on the Eagle. Oh, sure, he and Coburn were actually making headway on fixing some of the huge errors in his MechAnima's structure. But damnit, did he have to put up with an eagle nobody but he could see and hear, too?!

He lost control. At least he managed not to press the station-call button on his comm, keeping Coburn in the dark.[/i]

[b]"Goddamnit, Jarek, can't you shut the HELL up?!?! I'm workin' as damn fast as I can!!!"[/b]

[i]With that, he hurled his wrench somewhere in the eagle's general direction, a loud, grinding 'clank' resounding as it bounced off the exposed portion of his Eagle's tail's left winglet. A chirp on his comm let him know Coburn knew what happened.[/i]

[b]"Hey, great job, Artek! You fixed the lockleft in the rudder! Awesome job, man!"[/b]

[i]It took all of his control not to fall off of the Eagle. As it was, he was twitching like mad. He tried to take deep, calming breaths. Really, he meant to do it. He tried his hardest to ignore the snickering he heard from Jarek. Snickering, honestly. How in the hell does a damn eagle snicker? A sound from the general vicinity of the Phoenix made him lose it. Again.[/i]

[b]"Oh, damnit, Jarek, can't you fucking stay still?!?! And stop snickering, ya bastard eagle! Don't think just because people can't see you I won't throw this wrench at you, I KNOW it'll bounce o-er....uh.... hiya?"[/b]

[i]His tirade came to an abrupt end as he locked eyes with Rusti. He felt exposed, standing there on top of the Eagle, a wrench in his hand, grease and oil staining the olive skin of his bare chest. He was in jeans, something unusual for him to be in, at least so it would seem to Rusti. Had he EVER worn civvies around her? A blowtorch hung from his belt, and his hair was pulled back from his face in a spiky ponytail. His work gloves fit snugly around his hands, though the right one was half-unbelted, to allow for more ease of motion in his dominant hand.

And he'd been yelling at his spirit guide the whole time she was here. She'd think he was nuts. He reached up to scratch the base of his ponytail[/i]

[b]"Uh... hi, there, Rusti....hehe...."[/b][/color][/size]

[Akieen Cloud]

[B][COLOR=Purple]Emi walked through the halls, a mop, broom and duster stapped to her as she walked. Most everyone that saw her laughed as she made her way back to their dorm hall. She walked in and dropped the equipment and went to the fridge pulling out the milk carton she began to drink from it, she winked at Trysten as he walked by.
"Emerald, save some for breakfast in the morning!"
She spit a minmum amount of the milk back into the caton and laughed as Trysten's face went slightly green.
"Emerald, you better run."
She squealed and ran hideing behind Ajack as he entered as well laughing as Trysten circled him as she did as well trying to get away from him.
"Ajack, get your girl friend and hold her still, I'm going to kill her!"
She stopped and blinked at Trysten.
"You said 'girlfriend'..."
her cheeks flushed and she looked up at Ajack looking for some kind of response from him, getting none she looked back at Trysten and threw the cap to the milk at hima nd ran to her room. Laying on the bed she jumped as Desh sat on her chest.[/B]
[I]'You like that boy.'[/I]
[B]"Like that isn't obvious."[/B]
[I]'You should tell him.'[/I]
[B]"And your a guru all of a sudden?"[/B]
[I]'No, just saying feelings are better out in the open.'[/I]
[B]She rolled over looked at her wall at a picture of all of them together at graduation. She was between Rusti and Ajack smileing wider than all of them. She smiled and got up going out and gather ing her things she went back to her cleaning duties.[/COLOR][/B]

[demonchild781]

[COLOR=Green][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial Narrow]Cassidy threw the mop he had a hold of back into the water bucket and wheeled the awful smelling substance back into the jantior's closest. He watched as Emi glided past him, pulling her cart of things behind her, as she headed back to the dormitories. He took a deep breath and followed behind her.

She seemed to have missed him as she went straight for the fridge and began drinking from the milk jug. Trysten came wondering by and Emi started right in on him.

Cassidy sighed with aggrevation when he caught sight of Rusti sitting on one of the chairs in the common area. He approached her, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes danced about her head, her hair like silk. That's when he caught sight of the necklace dangling down on her chest. His heart raced. He brought his head up and saw those bold green-yellow eyes staring back at him with severity.

Cassidy withdrew himself, twirled on his feet and made an almost mad dash back to his room. His heart raced. Dreams were going to haunt him tonight, he knew it. He picked up the file that sat at his desk and turned abruptly back towards his door. His next stop was the hanger to repair his Mech and to fill out all the nessicary paper work.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Redemption]

[size=1]Rusti had been sitting in the common room,skimming through her MechAnima's damage report when Emi entered the room. Immediately, things went semi-ballastic, her energy infecting most around her.

The long, black haired young woman sighed, looking severely at Emi, her glare not being noticed. She was still infuriated at the scientists for sending them out in half-finished, prototype machines of war. Luckily for them, Clyne had warned her against taking her anger out on them.

Footsteps approached her and stopped dead in their tracks. Rusti looked up at the formidable appearance of Cassidy standing like a statue, not far away from her, his body facing hers. His gaze was drawn to the upper part of her chest, where the necklace lay.

The whole incident with the ANGEL Wire station had completely pushed the party from her mind. But, mentally, she shrugged. Why did she care? Cassidy was a law unto himself. Nothing she could do or say would stop him doing what he did best.

A flame lit up in the pit of Rusti's stomach as she heard Cassidy's footsteps recede. She didn't need any distractions now, not when there was a lot of work to be done. Standing swiftly, Rusti made her way out into the hall, heading towards the air division's hanger. She made sure she was taking her time getting there, just in case her anger flared up again.

Giant metallic steel doors opened when Rusti swiped her access card through them. Her SOUL module was still in the MechAnima, which, according to the damage report, was very dangerous. But as she entered the enormous room, a string of foul language and a loud metallic clang grazed her ears.

[b]"Oh, damnit, Jarek, can't you fucking stay still?!?! And stop snickering, ya bastard eagle! Don't think just because people can't see you I won't throw this wrench at you, I KNOW it'll bounce o-er...."[/b]

Artek was up on his Eagle, covered in grease and oil, his bare chest also iced in space dust. He had stopped talking as he turned and saw that Rusti was watching his antics with a raised eyebrow.

[b]" Uh.... hiya...."[/b]

[b]" .... Right...."[/b] Rusti said softly, sure that Artek wasn't able to hear her mutterings. She made her way over to her damaged MechAnima, looking over it with a pained look. It was maginificent only hours earlier. It was almost heartbreaking to see its' damaged skeleton now.

[b]" Uh... hi, there, Rusti....hehe...."[/b] Artek said again, awkwardly.

[b]" Hi."[/b] Her tone was a little colder and more harsh than she would have like, but that anger was beginning to unfurl inside of her at the sight of her MechAnima. Rusti flicked her long black hair out of the way before heading to the female changerooms. She dressed herself in a tank-top and thigh-length jeans. After looking at her hair in the mirror, Rusti put it up in a simple bun, obviously trying to prevent her hair from getting caught in the mechanics.

Walking out of the changeroom, she made her way over to her Phoenix, scanning the damage report as she approached it. Her eyes wandered over the warped steel structure. A soft, exasperated sigh escaped her lips.

[b]" How damaged is your eagle?"[/b][/size]

[Talon]

[color=teal][size=1][i]Artek sighed, wiping the back of his forearm across his forehead. He looked at the gunshots and the burn marks dotting his Eagle's frame and fingered his acetylene torch. He looked Rusti over, long and hard, and nodded softly. He shot a meaningful glare at Jarek, who settled on his friend's shoulder, still snickering.[/i]

[b]"Eagle's pretty messed up, but it's not s'much damaged as most o' the others. Nah, my problem is that whoever put the damn thing together was on meth or somethin'. I'm havin' more trouble fixin' the problems that existed before the fight than the ones the fight added. Once I'm done, though, maybe I could give y'a hand with the Phoenix; that's gonna take aces o' days t'fix."[/b]

[i]He watched Rusti out of the corner of his eye as he took a sheet of MechAnima armor and layed it over a bullet hole. He carefully welded it in place, taking care to line the metal and slice it into the hole neatly; he knew only too well that aerodynamics were screwed up royally by a bad patch job. As he worked, his eyes riveted on the torch and metal, he kept thinking of Rusti and Cassidy. A grim set came to his jaw.[/i]

[b]"Artek, why did you ask to be called Raven?"[/b]

[i]His jaw eased up as he stopped repairing bullet holes. He sat back on his haunches and shook his head slowly.[/i]

[b]"Long story. Gist of it is, I flew the Round Table. Seven years. I was a mercenary; best of the best in Nighthawk Squadron. I always flew alone; somethin' you never do on the Table. But I couldn't fly with a partner; not on the Table. Not with Aria gone..."[/b]

[i]Artek didn't care that he was being himself right now. It never crossed his mind that the anguish and shame and rage were fueling his voice. He didn't care that his scars, which she'd only noted from the back, were so much worse on his chest. He fingered idly the long, ragged scar that had come from the joystick of his father's plane. It had snapped off and dragged ace for aces across his chest before ramming itself into his stomach cavity. He shook his head and returned to his work.[/i]

[b]"If you'd like to hear the whole story, an' then some, I could tell you over dinner. I'd like t'take y'out sometime, if it's a'ight with you."[/b]

[i]He almost burst out laughing when he felt Jarek faint and fall from his shoulder. Artek, being bold? Asking for a date? Artek nervously fingered his ponytail, shifting his weight in his moccasins. Why did it matter so much for her to say 'yes'?[/i][/color][/size]

[Sakura]

[SIZE=1][B]OOC:[/B] Sorry for not posting, been busy with mocks 'n' all ^^;
I hope the post is ok, let me know if it needs to be changed or anything.

[COLOR=Navy]Clyne returned to her room, flopping on it and staring at the ceiling, folder still clutched to her chest. She felt a weight on her hand holding the file and tilted her head down, looking the dragon straight in the eyes. The two just lay there, not speaking but understanding each other perfectly well.

[I][B]"That bad, huh?"[/B][/I]

[B]"Mhm."[/B]

[I][B]"What are you going to do about it then?"[/B][/I]

Clyne looked at Aibou, he had a cold face on, but then, who could really tell with a dragon? But Clyne knew what emotion he was portraying.

[B]"I'm gonna get to work..."[/B] she whispered, sitting up suddenly. Aibou flapped off and hovered in the air, a small smile played on his face as he disappeared.

She rolled off the bed, changing into a black tanktop with silver designs on it, and her creamy white track pants from the night before with Trysten. She ran a brush through her hair and grabbed a chopstick looking stick, twirling her hair with it and shoving the end of it into the mass so it held up her hair neatly. Clyne laced up her joggers and picked up the damage report that she hadn't yet looked at.

She jogged out into the common room, going straight to the fridge to grab a bottle of water in case she needed it later. She spotted Trysten hanging around the kitchen area.

[B]"What're you doing?"[/B] she asked.

[B]"Huh? Uh, nothing. You?"[/B]

[B]"Going to the hangar, if you want a job done, you gotta do it yourself."[/B] she shrugged simply. [B]"Coming?"[/B] she questioned, heading toward the door.

[B]"Maybe in a little bit."[/B]

[B]"Alright, seeya later."[/B] she smiled, jogging from the dorms and toward the hangar.

When she got there Rusti and Artek were already there talking. She gave them a quick 'hello' but continued on, stopping in front of her dragon. She swallowed heavily, there was a lot of damage evident. She stared up at the battered and battle worn machine, it had been brand new when they had received them, was the job of putting them together that bad that they couldn't take even one battle without taking severe damage?

Clyne held her bottle and file in her right hand, stepping into the stirrup and tugging the lift with her left. There was an awful grinding sound and a groan before it started to bring her up slowly and jerkily. She finally got to the cockpit, sitting in the chair as she finally opened the file for the damage report. It was as bad as she had speculated; unknown engine problems, unresponsive controls, damage to skeleton all over, alignment for aiming off, slow responses for weapons, low ammo, offline weapons, etc. etc. She frowned at the pages as each word was stored in her memory like a photograph.

She flicked through it quickly, digesting everything with ease. Clyne flicked on the power, checking the stats of the mech, it was flashing red practically all over like the report stated. She turned on the comm and pushed the station-call button.

[B]"Lieutenant Geiger, calling Second Lieutenant Clerval."[/B] she pronounced clearly, eyes staring at the LCD screens as she did a deep check, going into the MechAnima's whole system, algorithm by algorithm, fingers flying on the keyboard.

[B]"I hear you Clyne, whatd'ya need?"[/B]

[B]"Cain, I wanna work on the Dragon, but you gotta keep an eye on everything and let me know anything that I don't."[/B]

[B]"I can do that. Doing a deep systems check?"[/B] he asked, getting into the system.

[B]"Yeah, trying to see if any of the problems are coming from the tech work. If I don't find anything I'll start on the outside."[/B]

[B]"Alright, I'll start isolating the top priority areas of the wiring and skeleton that need to be worked on."[/B]

The two broke off as they worked, Clyne stared at the screen, eyes running back and forth in the tight lines. Her eyes started to hurt after a while so she had to stop and rub, getting a sip of water before continuing. When she finally reached the end she couldn't find anything wrong with it, but she'd have to check again later after fixing the physical part of the MechAnima.

[B]"Got everything for me?"[/B] she asked into the comm.

[B]"Yeah, while you were doing the systems check I had enough time to order everything, so it's from top priority to lowest, sending....now."[/B]

[B]"File received."[/B] she responded, opening the document on the screen. She memorised it and rubbed her chin, the top priority was the engine failure, which was the major thing she'd been worried about.

[B]"Can you call me some techies if there's any handy? I need this baby lifted, I need tools, a lift to get into the cockpit easier since the pulley's on the fritz...and a radio comm since I won't be in the cockpit to talk to you."[/B]

[B]"Can do. They'll be over in a bit."[/B]

Within five minutes a group of three tech people that helped with the MechAnimas came out, getting everything she requested. She slung the toolbelt around her waist, and clipped on the radio comm while they raised the Dragon high enough for them to get under.

[B]"Clyne, you read?"[/B]

[B]"Yeah, I hear you, Cain."[/B] she responded, holding the device up to her mouth.

[B]"Alright, let me know if you need anything."[/B]

[B]"Hey, are you guys specialised to certain MechAnimas?"[/B] she questioned the three young looking people who stood close by.

[B]"Yeah, us three are specialised with the Dragon, but we can work on other Air Division MechAnimas when needed."[/B] one said.

[B]"Okay, so that means I'll probably be communicating with you guys quite often while we're here. I'm Lieutenant Clyne Geiger, but call me Clyne."[/B]

[B]"The name's Penelope Strauss, Pen for short."[/B] the only female of the trio stated, she had light pink hair that brushed her shoulders, and a delicate face with amethyst eyes.

[B]"I'm Justin Morgan."[/B] he had soft brown spikes, a large friendly grin, and emerald eyes.

[B]"And I'm Noah, Noah Huntley."[/B] the last one had his arms crossed and was looking off to the right. But he was the most handsome, with fine silver hair that brushed his shoulders, delicate almost feminine facial features, and crystal blue eyes.

[B]"Nice to meet you all, now let's get started."[/B] They all nodded and strapped on their gear; toolbelts, gloves, hairties, etc.

Clyne got into the new lift, which was a platform that raised when a button was pressed, and got into the cockpit.

[B]"All clear of the engines!"[/B] she bellowed to everyone.

When she got confirmation everyone and everything was out of the way she started the engines slowly, they all noted that it spluttered at starting and had trouble keeping a low power. Slowly she increased it to full and they waited for a while, until it spluttered, dying suddenly. No one moved, and seconds later it burst back to life. She killed the engine and took out the Mod Soul, pocketing it safely.

[B]"Ok, so now you've seen it up close and personal. Let's get about fixing it then."[/B] Clyne suggested.

The three nodded and the four of them reached for their toolbelts, grabbing the blowtorches and ducking under the skeleton as they fired them up.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Redemption]

[size=1]Rusti's eyes widened when she heard Artek ask her out on a date. Did he really ask her that? Was she dreaming? She turned around to face him. Artek looked like he was about to burst out laughing. Now she understood.

[b]" Sorry Artek... I don't think I'm date material at the moment,"[/b] Rusti replied, feeling a tinge of anger at his joke. It wasn't like Artek to make a joke like that. There was no way that he could have been serious.

Behind her, Artek's shoulder fell and he put that stern face of his back on again. Rusti ignored him, her rage within her just fuelled by the numerous replayings of his joke in her mind. A growl eminated from her throat as she worked on her Phoenix's damaged wings.

[b][center]==================[/center][/b]

Hours later, Rusti had finished only a little of the damage on her Phoenix. She had been working non-stop for about 4 hours, trying to get her Phoenix in some sort of shape. But by then, she was sick of working on it and retreated to her quarters.

As she walked down the corridor to her team's rooms, Rusti past the intelligence room. Peering inside, she noticed that everyone was rushing around, paper going everywhere, screens lighting up people's faces. Rusti thought it was strange that the pilots of the MechAnimas were not given any orders but the punishments or the obvious repairing of their MechAnimas. It seemed that the rest of the station was in an uproar with the sudden and semi-unexplained attack on one of the Wire stations. She wondered what kind of information they were gathering, and what they could make out of the attack. Battle information, like the enemy's strategies and formations, would be highly useful to her and her teammates. But it probably wasn't high on the priority list at the moment.

Rusti continued on walking, passing the mess hall. She didn't feel like eating, even though she had been working hard on her MechAnima. All she wanted was somewhere to let her frustration out before she took it out on anyone else. First Trysten, then Artek. Soon she would turn all her friends against her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as her shoulders hunched over.

After asking for some directions from a passerbyer, Rusti changed her destination to the gym. The forces she experienced in the Launch Cannon and out in space were beyond her expectations. It was hardly what she trained for. Space was hard to imitate on Earth.

Upon finding a treadmill, Rusti made sure her clothing wasn't going to hinder her in her workout and began running - slowly at first but gradually became faster and faster. Earphones were blaring in her ears. They were connected to the treadmill. At least the people up here had some sort of sense.[/size]

OOC: Talon, Rusti took Artek's request as a joke because of the look on his face when he did it. Don't take it to heart too much. Rusti isn't in the greatest of moods at the moment. ^^;

[Talon]

[color=teal][i][size=1]Artek scratched his head softly as he looked down at this Eagle. It was mostly complete, now, except for some of the problems he'd had before. He sighed and shrugged. He was sick of working on his Eagle. He still didn't want to head back out, though. He cracked his neck and started walking forward, thinking hard on Rusti's reaction.[/i]

[b]"How could she think that about herself? Was it somethin' I said?"[/b]

[i]He sighed and shrugged. He shook his head and wrote out a quick note, explaining that HE thought Rusti was date material, no matter what anyone else thought, and quickly aced up the to the Phoenix's cockpit. Rusti'd said something about working on that, next, and so he bounced up and left it atop her control console. As he turned to leave, he thought better of it. He grabbed the letter and turned to get down when he noticed the ladder was gone. He hung his head.[/i]

[b]"Crap... I hate doing this."[/b]

[i]He turned and ran for the nearest edge on the Pheonix, bending his knees and flipping off onto the floor. He hit hard, and messed up his landing, as he rolled and slammed into a stack of tools in a slide. He stood up shakily, blinking blood out of his right eye.

He began to limp out, heading for the infirmary. He stopped only to slide the letter under Rusti's door, unnoticing of the blood trail he left on it, and continued his walk. He needed to get his shoulder and head looked at, and fast

As he walked through the door to the infirmary, he began to mentally catalogue the repairs on the Eagle. He wondered if all of the pilots had had similar troubles. Maybe he could recommend his old mechanic to help the guys out...[/i][/color][/size]