03-24-2020, 12:28 AM
Outpost 415 airspace Planet Weisbaden, Jötunheimr (//Omega-54)
03/23/827 AS, 22:16
"Does the name 'Isaak' mean anything to you?"
"Does the name 'Isaak' mean anything to you?"
"Does the name -"
"Isaak" The replay of Admiral Steiner's voice played back like a loop, only it became more and more sinister, and slowly turned to a whisper.
"Isaak" The voice turned hispanic, male.
'Isaaaak!' The final one was bretonian, female.
ID - Heinrich, Generalmajor, you are cleared for entry. Welcome back General. There was no response like usual, a few more seconds and it was entirely possible the ship's trajectory would have zipped right through the outpost. The whispers still continued "Annabelle" playing back over and over again. The voice was male, Hispanic still.
Her vitals remained steady, all the focus she could muster for the remainder of her time underway was put into faking those vital signs until the ship landed and she signed off. After this weekend's performance she needed the analysts and intelligence operatives to believe that overwhelming numbers was the reason for not one but two fatal instances underway.
The R.O. requested a radio check as the ship's speed came down, after the hangar doors opened, she muted the Radio and proceeded to land the ship.
The hangar engineers could immediately see the cuts and bruises on the ships exterior, the power-core ran hot from the new weapons. Along with a bit of white smoke coming from the core out the exhausts attracted the attention of every person in the hangar bay. While they all flocked to the ship like birds to bread, Heinrich exited the vessel, waving off the medical personnel at the cockpit as she walked over towards the escalator leaving her just outside her room.
The delay must've been in the hundredths of seconds from the time those doors closed, to the time she ripped off her helmet and tossed it aside. All that remained was the flight suit and body armor; her hair was longer, disorganized, and full of sweat. It had been weeks since she made a return to Weisbaden on her own accord, being back home finally had to start with a personal clean-up. Wasting no time, she walked over to her bedroom where she could take in a face full of water and a long stare in the mirror. What she needed more than a face-full of water though, were the fancy little capsules on the shelf next to the mirror. She walked into the room, ready to crank the faucet on when- "Annnnnnabelllllle" There it was again, it was starting to become more frequent. The noise was more or less an irritation until her attention was captured by the sight of her reflection, the scars all over her face, the eyes; the whole image built up a surge of adrenaline-fueled anger until another phrase whispered close- "I L-"
In that instant everything went blank. It was as if her consciousness was blocked, she couldn't see or hear anything, just ringing in her ears and the feeling of a bruise on her knuckles.
As soon as she realized what was going on, it was too late for her to stop herself. That mirror was shattered, her fist was sent right through; pieces of it were scattered over the sink and the floor. Only fragments on the wall remained. It took her even longer to make her arm move again, but the whispering had stopped at least - for now.
Her attention turned the capsules, a bit larger than any pill-shaped drug. They were nifty little trick many in SOA and Coalition used to block certain endorphins from reacting to feelings of fear, pain, or pleasure. They were of coalition origin, it was more than likely every pilot needed them (or something like them) at some point in their careers, flying in the Omegas was by far the most dangerous job.
Especially flying as a hated revolutionary.
But Heinrich never needed them until after her return from Canaria, the trauma tampered with her flying. Likely as it was now.
With the capsule in hand, all she could do was stare at it. Something else besides rage was overcoming her, for the first time in a very, very long time.
Why now?! She said as she struggled to convince herself to just take the drug and be done with it.
03/23/827 AS, 22:16
"Does the name 'Isaak' mean anything to you?"
"Does the name 'Isaak' mean anything to you?"
"Does the name -"
"Isaak" The replay of Admiral Steiner's voice played back like a loop, only it became more and more sinister, and slowly turned to a whisper.
"Isaak" The voice turned hispanic, male.
'Isaaaak!' The final one was bretonian, female.
ID - Heinrich, Generalmajor, you are cleared for entry. Welcome back General. There was no response like usual, a few more seconds and it was entirely possible the ship's trajectory would have zipped right through the outpost. The whispers still continued "Annabelle" playing back over and over again. The voice was male, Hispanic still.
Her vitals remained steady, all the focus she could muster for the remainder of her time underway was put into faking those vital signs until the ship landed and she signed off. After this weekend's performance she needed the analysts and intelligence operatives to believe that overwhelming numbers was the reason for not one but two fatal instances underway.
The R.O. requested a radio check as the ship's speed came down, after the hangar doors opened, she muted the Radio and proceeded to land the ship.
The hangar engineers could immediately see the cuts and bruises on the ships exterior, the power-core ran hot from the new weapons. Along with a bit of white smoke coming from the core out the exhausts attracted the attention of every person in the hangar bay. While they all flocked to the ship like birds to bread, Heinrich exited the vessel, waving off the medical personnel at the cockpit as she walked over towards the escalator leaving her just outside her room.
The delay must've been in the hundredths of seconds from the time those doors closed, to the time she ripped off her helmet and tossed it aside. All that remained was the flight suit and body armor; her hair was longer, disorganized, and full of sweat. It had been weeks since she made a return to Weisbaden on her own accord, being back home finally had to start with a personal clean-up. Wasting no time, she walked over to her bedroom where she could take in a face full of water and a long stare in the mirror. What she needed more than a face-full of water though, were the fancy little capsules on the shelf next to the mirror. She walked into the room, ready to crank the faucet on when- "Annnnnnabelllllle" There it was again, it was starting to become more frequent. The noise was more or less an irritation until her attention was captured by the sight of her reflection, the scars all over her face, the eyes; the whole image built up a surge of adrenaline-fueled anger until another phrase whispered close- "I L-"
In that instant everything went blank. It was as if her consciousness was blocked, she couldn't see or hear anything, just ringing in her ears and the feeling of a bruise on her knuckles.
As soon as she realized what was going on, it was too late for her to stop herself. That mirror was shattered, her fist was sent right through; pieces of it were scattered over the sink and the floor. Only fragments on the wall remained. It took her even longer to make her arm move again, but the whispering had stopped at least - for now.
Her attention turned the capsules, a bit larger than any pill-shaped drug. They were nifty little trick many in SOA and Coalition used to block certain endorphins from reacting to feelings of fear, pain, or pleasure. They were of coalition origin, it was more than likely every pilot needed them (or something like them) at some point in their careers, flying in the Omegas was by far the most dangerous job.
Especially flying as a hated revolutionary.
But Heinrich never needed them until after her return from Canaria, the trauma tampered with her flying. Likely as it was now.
With the capsule in hand, all she could do was stare at it. Something else besides rage was overcoming her, for the first time in a very, very long time.
Why now?! She said as she struggled to convince herself to just take the drug and be done with it.