02-18-2011, 08:20 PM
EDIT 07/10/20: This story is no longer InRP for Robert Miller. Please disregard.
Robert Miller initiated final docking procedures with Sevastopol Depot. He rarely left the station nowadays, his leg still badly injured from his trial on the surface of JiangXi. By late June it would be back in full working order, but until then the doctors were adamant he remain out of the cockpit. He still had his duties in the Fighters Corps however, so on important raids or in defence of Omega-52 he barged his way past the hoards of doctors with their clipboards and muscle relaxants and returned to the fight.
It'd earned him a medal. The Hero of the Revolution, an incredible honour. The Premier himself had called his actions 'a legend'. Destroying a Corsair Legate with an Insurgent, made possible by an Ion Storm disabling the weapons and shields of the battleship. He had even been given a call sign by the Premier: 'Lex Talionis'. He had since replaced his normal IFF transponder displaying his name with this new title, worn as proudly as the medal on his formal attire.
'Lex Talionis, this is Sevastopol Depot,' the mechanised docking drone replying to his docking requests said. 'You are cleared for docking port one. Welcome back, Commissar-Captain.'
He didn't bother to respond. There was no need, he had his instructions and followed them. He'd found that he'd been doing that a lot lately, since JiangXi. He'd just demonstrated it in the battle he'd just returned from, in Omega-49. Requesting orders, obeying them. Using military-talk. "Weapons free" had cropped up a few times. He'd had to become a soldier to survive Scott's coup d'etat. He'd had to become a soldier to survive JiangXi. Was he losing his old self, becoming replaced by a new Robert Miller? A Robert Miller more like a soldier than a gentleman. A survivor in his new-found life?
The more he thought about it, the more true he believed it was. He was surrounded by soldiers, and he risked his life on days. A Bretonian gentleman would not survive that.
He surrendered control of his ship to the Sevastopol automated docking procedures, and his Insurgent lurched forward. He watched the CPS-Shanghai toil away with its h-fuel collection to fuel the Coalition revolutionary machine, its defence his primary purpose for commanding Sevastopol. Its destruction would put the Coalition back months, even years.
He lost sight of the gas miner, and began to enter the Sevastopol docking port.
Robert Miller initiated final docking procedures with Sevastopol Depot. He rarely left the station nowadays, his leg still badly injured from his trial on the surface of JiangXi. By late June it would be back in full working order, but until then the doctors were adamant he remain out of the cockpit. He still had his duties in the Fighters Corps however, so on important raids or in defence of Omega-52 he barged his way past the hoards of doctors with their clipboards and muscle relaxants and returned to the fight.
It'd earned him a medal. The Hero of the Revolution, an incredible honour. The Premier himself had called his actions 'a legend'. Destroying a Corsair Legate with an Insurgent, made possible by an Ion Storm disabling the weapons and shields of the battleship. He had even been given a call sign by the Premier: 'Lex Talionis'. He had since replaced his normal IFF transponder displaying his name with this new title, worn as proudly as the medal on his formal attire.
'Lex Talionis, this is Sevastopol Depot,' the mechanised docking drone replying to his docking requests said. 'You are cleared for docking port one. Welcome back, Commissar-Captain.'
He didn't bother to respond. There was no need, he had his instructions and followed them. He'd found that he'd been doing that a lot lately, since JiangXi. He'd just demonstrated it in the battle he'd just returned from, in Omega-49. Requesting orders, obeying them. Using military-talk. "Weapons free" had cropped up a few times. He'd had to become a soldier to survive Scott's coup d'etat. He'd had to become a soldier to survive JiangXi. Was he losing his old self, becoming replaced by a new Robert Miller? A Robert Miller more like a soldier than a gentleman. A survivor in his new-found life?
The more he thought about it, the more true he believed it was. He was surrounded by soldiers, and he risked his life on days. A Bretonian gentleman would not survive that.
He surrendered control of his ship to the Sevastopol automated docking procedures, and his Insurgent lurched forward. He watched the CPS-Shanghai toil away with its h-fuel collection to fuel the Coalition revolutionary machine, its defence his primary purpose for commanding Sevastopol. Its destruction would put the Coalition back months, even years.
He lost sight of the gas miner, and began to enter the Sevastopol docking port.