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RE: Awkward Situations - Xelon - 06-26-2013
She was right, the Politicians and any other high up Personell got a rather big suite, from what Mike gathered the normal guests that went to and fro from the Hotel Waldorf must have some big wallets, or they just were famous and got some kind of special deal for staying there.
The suite they gave him was big to say the least, bigger than his old apartement back on New London, bedroom the size of his livingroom with a bed that could probably fit at least five, while still having enough legroom to sleep comfortable.
Bathroom was the same deal again, a tub the size of a small pond, and showers with much room and seemingly million settings to play with.
A living room with another oversized couch that was looking out of the panorama windows looking down on the Citydistrict.
Mike was still baffled that he'd gotten such a room, not seeing any benefit in it with him spending most of the time sitting in the Goverment Complex talking about Borderinterest and Tradeagreements.
Way too big for me, I'm not used to such huge livingspace.
Seeing Layla move even closer to him, and having quite a bit alcohol in his bloodstream Mike thought that he'll try and see what he can get out of this.
Enough room for you aswell, I wouldn't mind the company.
And finished his beer with that.
RE: Awkward Situations - Junes - 06-28-2013
Looking at how Mike quickly finished his glass with big gulps, she followed his example, it was an ideal way to gather up courage, after all. Notwithstanding, Layla couldn't help falling in such a weirdly ambiguous state of mind again. On the one hand, she hated herself for being so pushy and about to potentially betraying John's trust, and on the other hand she was literally craving for new experiences and adventures. For some odd reason she had a thing for admirals. The whole idea of doing something unconventional, forbidden even, thrilled her extremely. Layla desperately wanted to reach the same level of intensity back in the day when she had it going with Johnny. Keeping it a secret for as long as possible was also an indescribably exciting aspect of such a relationship. God, she really felt innate urges wildly stirring up inside her.
"Mhmm, I like the idea too." Layla moved her head in a dangerously close proximity to his, half whispering and cautiously peeking around, she uttered: "It's pretty late already, maybe we should take our leave, you oughta be fresh for tomorrow's negotiations, right?"
"Mhmm, I like the idea too." Layla moved her head in a dangerously close proximity to his, half whispering and cautiously peeking around, she uttered: "It's pretty late already, maybe we should take our leave, you oughta be fresh for tomorrow's negotiations, right?"
RE: Awkward Situations - Jam - 06-28-2013
Recieving no reply from Layla, John got worried even more. What was she doing there? The thought of Layla hanging out around bars full of unknown people made him feel scared. Oh, how he wished he never fell ill. How he wished he could be there with her, in Rheinland. How he wished he could lead the Armed Forces as an Admiral, or who knows, perhaps as a Fleet Admiral. He gladly accepted the idea of retiring so early in his life; he thought he would have more time for his beloved one, for Layla.
One year passed, and there was no excitement. John realised he made a terrible mistake. He didn't feel such an intense love towards her anymore, but at the same time, he was afraid of losing her. Yes, he still loved her, but something was missing... Layla's reciprocation. She was either away or too tired for making love over the past year. And John changed too. All these facts contributed to the slow and painful deterioration of their relationship, and marriage.
Who would have said it would come this far when John, then as Commodore of the Armed Forces, started hitting on Layla directly on patrol duty? He had the power to form a private patrolling squadron with her, he had the power to ensure privacy for them two. They didn't have a problem to patrol entire Dublin system in one cockpit, leaving one Templar on 'autopilot'. John even owned a Battleship with his own quarters: the HMS-Dauntless. Nobody knew anything, it was only them two. It was their holy secret. Layla would say those moments were the best in her life, and that she never regretted what she had done. And then came the proposal and the subsequent revelation of their relationship. Everyone accepted it, even the nobility. Layla was the first Ensign to marry a Commodore. Hell, they even became nobles themselves by recieving an estate on Harris. Good times were emerging for them two, until the disease struck...
Oh those were the good old times when their love flourished. Good, but long lost. Their love was abandoned just like the garden around which John was wandering. He literally had nothing to do, he couldn't pilot anything capable of flying, and he didn't bother to call for a transportation to the city. The busyness of a city didn't really allure him.
John looked into the skies, and hoped... hoped that everything would be alright. Only if he knew....
RE: Awkward Situations - Xelon - 06-30-2013
He put some Credits on the bar and asked the Bartender that was still not looking very happy if fthat was enough.
Seemingly having been enough the Bartender just murmurs something and takes the money.
You're right, not like there is much interesting stuff going on here anyway.
Mike half whispered back whilst just being inches away from her.
At a table with a good view around the whole bar a small man was sitting, not dressed in any recognizable uniform, drinking water whilst having a smug grin on his face.
He was cradling something in his lap, a small device of some sort, about as big as his hand.
Before he got up Mike kissed Layla, a short but intense kiss, before she could say anything he got up and motioned her to follow him.
Absolutely perfect, was worth it to come down here after all.
The mysterious man exclaimed under his breath whilst talking the device to his face and proceeded to shoot one picture after another.
RE: Awkward Situations - Junes - 06-30-2013
"What was this I didn't even." would probably most closely describe Layla's mind in the short period of time starting with Mike paying the bartender and ending with them leaving the stuffy bar. Utterly baffled by Mike's sudden but for her unexpectedly welcome move, she did not quite let the stranger's actions go completely unnoticed to her. Layla was an officer of the Armed Forces after all, minding details and being able to concentrate on multiple things at the same time while under heavy physical or emotional pressure was part of her job. Though aware of the fact that this guy would probably have word about their kiss spread over channels which would perhaps better not know about the Fleet Admiral's latest catch just yet, the stunning bewilderment caused by Mike's soft lips on hers incapacitated Layla to an extent it made her rather indifferent to external threats. Like a sweet, young, innocent girl having suddenly found her first and overwhelming love in her life, Layla trotted behind Mike out of the room, totally on cloud nine.
RE: Awkward Situations - Xelon - 07-02-2013
Dawn or what should be Dawn on New London at this time around, it's hard to tell on New Berlin without being in possesion of a watch.
Mike got out of bed, while trying not to wake Layla as best as he could. It was one hell of a night after they got back to his suite. Probably the best that Mike had in a very long time.
He would have rather stayed and enjoyed some more time with her, but somehow Diplomats didn't really apprechiate being late of any sort.
And it probably wouldn't do the negotiations any good either by appearing late.
Good thing that breakfast was already brought up here.
He noted seeing the table infront of the panoramic windows full with all sorts of fruit, bread and other dines.
They even set up a small datapad with the news.
That wasn't as sweet like some of the breads on the table.
Rather made Mike a little queasy.... Front page flattened with a picture of him and Layla kissing in the bar last night, not leaving much room for anything else but a title saying "Bretonian romance on New Berlin!" All in Capital letters.
So much for keeping this between us, hope this doesn't get all the way back to Bretonia.
And started to eat some breakfast before he had to go.
RE: Awkward Situations - Jam - 07-02-2013
John woke up that morning with a vision of his garden in his mind. He opened his eyes, looked to his left to see the second half of his bed empty. Yes, he truly missed her. He wanted to restart their relationship, to bring the passion back. And he had an idea.
He got up and went downstairs to the kitchen to grab a snack, and went to his little private library to search for a Templar piloting manual. He found the one he recieved after being enlisted into the Armed Forces as an Ensign on Battleship Derby in the Leeds system. He sat down into a comfortable chair and started studying. He was willing to do that for Layla. He was willing to risk a few years in jail for his Layla.
John usually reads newspapers every morning, but this time he didn't. It seemed like there was a new power guiding him into insane thoughts, which didn't put only himself in danger, but his love towards Layla too.
He felt his hope was getting closer.
RE: Awkward Situations - Junes - 07-03-2013
A foreign ceiling, a foreign bed, a foreign room. Layla possessed the rather rare shortcoming of a temporarily frozen short-term memory, which in this case meant that she didn't remember anything that had happened in the past ten hours for a few seconds after waking up and opening the eyes. She became aware of the fact that she was not wearing pj's or anything at all and, pulling her messed up hair out of her face, the hard truth struck her like a heavy blow. With a deep sigh she plumped back on the pillow she had a few seconds ago labouriously risen from.
"Oh sweet Jesus, why." The words reverberated from the walls and the ceiling of the large suite. What a contrast. Late night and early morning were keen enemies. The latter was every so often fulfilled by pity, regret and indisposition due to the excessive amount of pleasure, lust and spontaneity experienced during the former. Alas, short and superior joy was punished by long pain, whereas enduring, continuous pain was rewarded by long-lasting, moderate joy. What an unfair rule, Layla thought.
As she slowly staggered out of the huge bed (which would by the way technically offer room for four people and was therefore an overly exciting playground for two people) and tiredly searched for her clothes which were literally spread all over the room, the first thought of regret that came to her mind was the fact that she had blatantly committed adultery. Not that she was crushed in her religious beliefs or any rubbish like that, but she felt kinda sorry for Johnny. Would he mind? Would he be as open-hearted and -minded as she hoped?
Being clad appropriately again, Layla indulged in what Mike had left her over from the breakfast, which was quite something. Luckily, there was coffee too. She decided she did not feel overall better than the day before. Her recent decisions would probably ensue in even more difficulties with all the people around her, especially so Johnny and Mike.
Not knowing what to do as she had the day off, Layla decided to go out for a walk, despite the cold and wind she really wasn't fond of. Fresh air cleared everyone's head, and that was what she needed right now.
"Oh sweet Jesus, why." The words reverberated from the walls and the ceiling of the large suite. What a contrast. Late night and early morning were keen enemies. The latter was every so often fulfilled by pity, regret and indisposition due to the excessive amount of pleasure, lust and spontaneity experienced during the former. Alas, short and superior joy was punished by long pain, whereas enduring, continuous pain was rewarded by long-lasting, moderate joy. What an unfair rule, Layla thought.
As she slowly staggered out of the huge bed (which would by the way technically offer room for four people and was therefore an overly exciting playground for two people) and tiredly searched for her clothes which were literally spread all over the room, the first thought of regret that came to her mind was the fact that she had blatantly committed adultery. Not that she was crushed in her religious beliefs or any rubbish like that, but she felt kinda sorry for Johnny. Would he mind? Would he be as open-hearted and -minded as she hoped?
Being clad appropriately again, Layla indulged in what Mike had left her over from the breakfast, which was quite something. Luckily, there was coffee too. She decided she did not feel overall better than the day before. Her recent decisions would probably ensue in even more difficulties with all the people around her, especially so Johnny and Mike.
Not knowing what to do as she had the day off, Layla decided to go out for a walk, despite the cold and wind she really wasn't fond of. Fresh air cleared everyone's head, and that was what she needed right now.
RE: Awkward Situations - Jam - 08-27-2013
John was sitting there for hours. Right there, on his favourite chair in kitchen. He was sure his love would come home shortly... and he sat there, watching the skies for an incoming Templar fighter. John was sure he'd surprise Layla by taking her on a little trip around Bretonia, even if it meant risking everything he had. She loved adrenaline though, or so John thought.
The fear was still haunting him. Layla was slipping away from his heart, that was a fact, whether John liked it or not. It was John who felt guilty for not being able to provide Layla an enjoyable atmosphere at home, but how could he ever entertain her when she was on duty all the time? They've barely seen each other ever since John left hospital, and that had been more than a year ago. Resuming the old life was impossible. John was grounded. His wings were taken from him. Wings... they meant almost everything to John, right after Layla.
John looked around himself. Table, food, windows, scenic view of the countryside, massive mountains in the distance, white ceiling... and again table, chairs, kitchen appliances... newspapers. John didn't read newspapers that morning. He was obsessed with his new gift for Layla. But at the same time, he was pointlessly stressing himself, so what would he lose if he read a few articles about politics to distract himself? John leaned forward, grabbed the piece of recycled paper, leaned back against his chair, opened them, and...
It was her. It was her, wasn't it? Yes, it was her, kissing the Fleet Admiral of the Armed Forces. Devastating.
John's world was collapsing. His trust betrayed, his love broken and shattered into pieces. John didn't want to believe, oh no he didn't. But his eyes had always stayed loyal to him, unlike people around him.
Anger, frustration and desperation conquered him. He tore the newspapers apart, stood up, and walked outside... not to the garden, not to another part of his estate, but to the hangar, where his Templar was resting. John knew this was the only option. He had nothing to lose, he had to fly out there to seek her out...
With huge effort, he climbed into the cockpit, and warmed up the engines.
So many thoughts raced through John's mind, but none of them were comprehensible. In fact, John had no idea what to think of. He had only one goal. To meet her.
The Templar took off to the skies.
John hadn't flown for quite some time. The last time he had the opportunity to fly was when he was called to New London... where'd they only take his wings away, by pronouncing his pilot license null and void. John regretted going to the trip to Harris with Layla.
The crystal blue sky of Cambridge slowly began to fade into the darkness of space. John always savoured these moments, even now, despite he had frustration written all over him.
This is Bretonia Police Alpha 6-2, to unindentified Armed Forces vessel, please halt.
Unindentified? Not really. The Police knew it was him. With the police patrol still out of range, John started the cruise engines. He flew towards the sun.
This is Bretonia Police Alpha 6-2, to the Armed Forces vessel, stop right now, this is an order.
John was far enough from the planet by then. John didn't care about the police, he didn't care about anything... Only one part of his console, the on-board computer. John entered the engine kill mode, letting his Templar drift in space. John could do this, yes he could. He was strong enough to do this. Can it be called a strength though?
Self-destruction system activated.
There was no way back.
Ten.
Cambridge, John's home. Ever since his father took him to a trip to space, his only obsession was to become a pilot. And his dream came true. He worked as an escort pilot in a certain mining company, which went bankrupt.
Nine.
Bretonia was losing its war against Kusari. That's something John didn't bear lightly. He enlisted in the Bretonian Armed Forces, and got accepted, along with his brother Michael.
Eight.
John didn't know what happened to his brother. Some say he was killed, and some say he left Bretonia. John never got to know the truth. It hurted him, but the hurt faded away after some time. His career was progressing rapidly. John recalled those good old times when he formed the famous elite squadron with Woodrow and Davis. Good old chaps. He'll miss them.
Seven.
Veera Allen. A cute mercenary with whom John became close friends... and they eventually started dating. It didn't last long. The MI5 saved his ass by finding out that Allen was in fact working for the Hellfire Legion, a terrorist organization. John feared of a brewing conflict, fortunately, nothing like that happened. It was the first time John had a broken heart.
Six.
John kept rising in his career. He watched new soldiers coming and going... one of them, Layla Cooper. A tough girl. John fell in love with her on the first sight. It all began on a patrol in Newcastle, where John dated the poor Ensign right on duty. It worked out though. Then a pair, sharing this secret, dealt with the life together. John's life was finally got a meaning.
Five.
They patrolled Dublin. In one cockpit. John never felt happier. He didn't care it was against all rules and guidelines. All he ever cared about was his love, Layla. A person he truly loved, or so he thought. Cockpit in Dublin, private chambers on board of HMS Sovereign or HMS Dauntless, or John's estate. They had many meeting points.
Four.
September, Cambridge. It was then when Layla became a Clay. They revealed their secret, and John decided to propose his love. They got married, and started living a happy life in John's estate. Hell, they were even awarded with a new estate on Harris, becoming members of the Upper House of the Parliament by obtaining the titles of Count and Countess. John became the Admiral of the Armed Forces, marking the peak of his career.
Three.
Life went on, until the disease struck. The turning point. The moment when everything changed. John went crazy, beated his wife, and fell unconscious. He lied in a hospital for months. And when he finally woke up, he just didn't remember anything... not even his wife Layla. His memories slowly came back though... but he was never the same. He was no longer cheerful, he was no longer that happy Johnny everyone knew. This disability forced him to retire from active duty.
Two.
Life went on. Day after day, month after month, year after year. The same damn stereotype. Layla was always out there fighting Gallics, and John was always fooling around his estate, having nothing to do. Life was boring. What Layla once loved in John was gone, because it wasn't him anymore. The disease destroyed him. And it all ended, Layla slipped away. John's biggest fear came true.
One.
His life was ruined. He had nothing left, just an empty heart. Everything he cared about was gone. He knew it would hurt her, but he did not care anymore. His feelings were null and void. John had only one option. With Cambridge coming into his sight, he closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He was ready to embrace Death herself.
Zero.
A massive explosion rocked the surroundings of Planet Cambridge. It was fast and painless. He was finally free.
He...
John Clay. A child, a bee, a soldier, a hero, a victim, a loser... and now, a legend.