Mike sat down on the opposite Chair and drank a bit of his Drink.
He didn't know Layla very well, infact Mike didn't know anybody in the BAF very well.
He noticed over the last few weeks that she wasn't on patrol as often as she used to be.
And looking at her now confirmed that Layla had something on her mind.
"yea Havering is correct, but since I already call you by your first name you can do likewise."
Mike smiles and takes another sip of his Drink. "But you look a bit tired Layla. Those Frogs been giving you a hard time?"
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Never had Layla been keen on making her private life public. 'Public' included talking to her flight mates about it, gossip like this spread out with triple-light speed these days she gathered. Oh no, nor was she feeling like spilling her grievances over a fellow Lieutenant she only knew from patrol flights and a couple of bar visits, either. Heck, nobody was supposed to know what concerned her, these were private issues, and clearly distinguishing private life from worklife was something Layla highly valued. How could she possibly benefit from a conversation with a flight mate about her private problems anyway? Layla was about to say yes when suddenly in the last moment the contrary to what she wanted to say blurted out of her lips on a whim. "No, it's... it's not the Gallics... it's.." Hesitating would have made her look like an indecisive and sneaky moron so she swallowed the lump and started over: "Can you imagine talking to a person you've loved wholeheartedly for half a year, lost and forfeited for four months and then met again but with the difference that said person does not recognize you in the slightest way anymore and has furthermore become a complete jerk?"
Uhm..This was unexpected, Mike thought he could have an easy chat with Layla when he sat down to her. But not to appear uncofortable from the question she asked he tried to reply as fast an honestly as he could. I can't imagen that, but then again the Universe is big an cruel.
With that he finished his Drink and looked at Layla. But I can guess that it would be really hurtfull to experience that.
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Dropping her head onto the table she said: "Yeah man, life's cruel." Layla put the empty paper cup on her lips, attempting to soak up the last remaining drops of coffee oozing from its edge. "You know, Mike, I just wanted to say that you and the other flight mates have no reason to be concerned about me, it's not your or their fault that my general mood and therefore the amount of time and dedication put in my job has been dropping in the past weeks. Everyone has their private crisis from time to time... uch." Stretching her arms and then running her left hand through the knotty hair she sighed deeply and ordered another coffee. While the caffein was supposed to stimulate her it seemed as though it had no effect on Layla's energy level at all.
John stood still in front of his villa, on the private landing pad. He stood there, right there in front of a huge Templar. What the hell is that thing doing in front of his house? He walked to it to see a text written under the cockpit, on the hull: 'Adm. John Clay' Heck. That's his name. Confused, he entered the building. He saw many things all over the place. Notable was Admiral's uniform with John's name on it. As he walked around, he saw Layla's photo. He took it, and sat on the bed. Why doesn't he remember any of this? What has happened? Maybe she could tell him? Something more interesting came across his eyes though. A small box right there on the cabinet. Yes, a box. John opened it.
A holograph appeared. John standing next to Layla who was wearing a shiny wedding dress, exchanging their vows, kissing each other. Wedding. Everyone was so happy. John closed the box, dropping a tear. 'What have I done? How could I do that?' Repeating these words, he picked up his communicator, and sent a message to his wife.
Quote:Dear Layla. If you remember that bloody scoundrel from the hospital, he is messaging you right now. I apologize, I am genuinely sorry. I am in my villa currently and I... saw these stuff all over the place. Looks like we are married after all. God, I am so confused... If you still love me, come here.
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Well...everybody's got a privat Crisis sometime in their life.
Mike said and ordered another drink just as the Bartender wanted to walk away.
The good thing about them is that after one has managed to get over a crisis you are a stronger person afterwards.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger they say.
He smiles and leans back in his chair.
And well uhm... as flight mates it's natural to be concerned about your partner. I don't think that it would be any different if I had trouble with my private life.
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On the Battleship Derby Davis was in the strategy room looking over at stratagies and yelling and working with officers.
"No No that's to riskey.... We don''t have resources for this thing.....Why do I get recruits instead of soldiers.... I am off to the bar".
And Davis left for the bar to cool down. he was wearing the usual Bretonian armed forces uniform with the Admiral tags on its shoulders and the mmarkings of the Harbinger on his left hand. As he walked to the Corridors of the Derby he reached the bar upon entrance the guard of the bar yelled "ADMIRAL ON THE DECK" and everyone raised up and give a salute. Davis told the people in the bar at ease and started walking towards the bartender he sees Havering and Layla sitting down and talking and he can see something is not right with Layla.
As he went to the table Havering give another salute to Davis. Charles Saluted back. Charles turned towards Layla.
"Lieutenant Clay you look terrible then usual what's going on ? "
Of course Davis was only joking with Layla not meaning it. But Charles seem to want to know what is on Layla's mind.
Davis had interrupted her in the midst of a sentence. Did she hear right? More terrible than usual? She usually looked terrible, albeit less terrible than right now? Layla honestly never thought of that, but pondering over the past weeks it might indeed be suitable. Davis' harsh and exaggerated comments might be not as harsh and exaggerated as usual, Layla figured. He was less harsh than usual.
"Ouh, Admiral, sir, good day." She coughed. "It is John sir, he awakened. This'd be most fortunate weren't he a scruffy drunkard like he used to be again h-" Again she was interrupted amidst the sentence, this time not by a human voice though, this time it was a digital beeping, err, a really annyoing one. Fumbling in her jacket, attempting to locate the origin of this sound, Layla raised one hand to signalize the others she would continue right after but first had to find her communicator.
Layla's left eyebrow slowly raised as she read through the short message she had just gotten. No chance he was drunk, a drunk idiot wouldn't be writing in this way, was he joking, teasing, jesting..? He must be there, she knew it, no more time could she lose. Apologizing with a few mumbling word fragments she got up and left the bar quickly. "Who is the coffee for?" the waitress asked the two puzzled men who stared in the direction of the bar exit.
Davis looked puzzeled when he heared that his long time wing man and friend Clay has awakened but before he could say anything Layla jump off and ran away. As the waitress asked who's this Coffee for he told her to add it to his bill. And he went after her as well and catch her up with her in the hanger bay.
"Lieutenant Clay do remember that I am good friends with your husband he saved my life more then once and I his where are you going to see him ? You know I can away lock out the hanger bay ! "
Davis looked in to her eyes deadly serious. It was well known that Sinclair Davis and Clay were wingman and one of the Best Doing the KNF war.
Suprised about hearing what Layla just said Mike still sat there and waited for his drink, then She jumped up and left the bar fast.
It seemed that the Admiral was somehow confused of what Layla said about her Husband and made his way after her.
Mike didn't quite know if he now should too go after them since he didn't really have anything to do with this.
Uhm Waitress put the bill on Lieutnant Mike Havering
He said and with that his decision to go after them.
Arriving in the Hangar bay he saw that the Admiral was having a word with Layla.
Seeing the Chief Mechanic Mike asked him to make his ship ready even if it wasn't fully repaired yet.
He then made his way to Layla.
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