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Sanada Junko - Yaoquizque - 07-22-2012
She wouldn't remember much about that first year.
It simply passed away like some unreal dream.
In some way, she was lucky that Kusari Empire needed so badly more and more warriors for that seemingly unending war.
She wasn't deluding herself, however.
They were expandable pawns the Naval Forces would use in Bretonia. Many would die.
But all in all, it was still better than coming back home.
They spent an entire year in that academy on Kyushu. One would say that apprenticeship was quite botched.
It just confirmed her opinion about the current status of this war.
Fitting onto that new lifestyle wasn't easy for her, at first.
It had nothing common with the luxurious existence she was having before.
Avoiding to leave the quarters or to simply make friends with the others, she grew accustomed to loneliness.
She secretly sighed of relief when the rookie wing she was part of finally received its assignment in Seto system.
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"Stay in formation, Chui Okabe." emitted the leading Chimaera.
Junko pouted behind her mask, annoyed to be called to order.
She used that sweet voice noticeably confusing him to say :
"Please accept my excuse, honourable Chusa, but i think i detected something inside the field."
"You think..." started Hanawa, repressing a sigh over the comms array.
"Bingo!" she then screamed, reminding a bit late she was still emitting "Hm... Five hostiles detected, honourable Chusa."
"Stop that..." mumbled almost indistinctly Hanawa. He then said aloud "Hai.. I have them now on my scan. Well done... Warriors, it is time to..."
Proudly smiling behind her helmet, she didn't wait for the order and charged the patrol, neglecting to wait for the others...
He waited them on the docks once they finally reached Stokes.
"Well fought. I'm waiting you in .30 for the debriefing."
As they were leaving, Hanawa addressed her.
"Chui Okabe. A word."
She turned around, gazing at him questioningly, and finally stood in front of him, standing to attention.
"Hm... At ease." He finally said, quitting looking at those troubling eyes.
"A problem, honourable Chusa?" asked Junko half-seriously.
"Hm.." mumbled again Hanawa.
He finally sighed and pondered "Sometimes, i wonder what comes into your head, Chui."
"What do you mean, honourable Chusa?"
"Stop that. I don't know. Charging five ships alone and screaming over the comms : 'Playtoys are mine'..?"
"Oh this? Well? Didn't i burn two of them before you arrived?"
"That isn't the matter."
"And they are playtoys since i enjoy so much playing with them." she said, ignoring his intervention.
He allowed himself a quick sigh.
"Fujiko... Do you wish to die?"
"No?"
"Because it will happen if you keep doing this. Trust me."
"But i killed two of them!" she retorted, doing akimbo while staring at him in a pretendly annoyed way.
He sighed again.
"You are indeed skilled, Chui. To be perfectly honest, i requested your transfer to the Primary fleet a few days ago but..."
"Really?!" she asked, interrupting him.
"But..." he continued, frowning softly "Your attitude will have to change. Your behaviour isn't acceptable as is. I do hope you understand that i could put you under arrest for not following orders."
She gazed at him thoughtfully for a short while, and said in a respectful tone :
"Honourable Chusa, are you annoyed because i didn't follow your orders, or because i, a female, showed i was better than you at fighting."
Noticing his expressionless face, she added "And smarter too?"
He sighed for the third time and just said "You may leave."
Hanawa saw her smiling to him and followed her with his eyes as she was leaving the docks...
It simply passed away like some unreal dream.
In some way, she was lucky that Kusari Empire needed so badly more and more warriors for that seemingly unending war.
She wasn't deluding herself, however.
They were expandable pawns the Naval Forces would use in Bretonia. Many would die.
But all in all, it was still better than coming back home.
They spent an entire year in that academy on Kyushu. One would say that apprenticeship was quite botched.
It just confirmed her opinion about the current status of this war.
Fitting onto that new lifestyle wasn't easy for her, at first.
It had nothing common with the luxurious existence she was having before.
Avoiding to leave the quarters or to simply make friends with the others, she grew accustomed to loneliness.
She secretly sighed of relief when the rookie wing she was part of finally received its assignment in Seto system.
"Stay in formation, Chui Okabe." emitted the leading Chimaera.
Junko pouted behind her mask, annoyed to be called to order.
She used that sweet voice noticeably confusing him to say :
"Please accept my excuse, honourable Chusa, but i think i detected something inside the field."
"You think..." started Hanawa, repressing a sigh over the comms array.
"Bingo!" she then screamed, reminding a bit late she was still emitting "Hm... Five hostiles detected, honourable Chusa."
"Stop that..." mumbled almost indistinctly Hanawa. He then said aloud "Hai.. I have them now on my scan. Well done... Warriors, it is time to..."
Proudly smiling behind her helmet, she didn't wait for the order and charged the patrol, neglecting to wait for the others...
He waited them on the docks once they finally reached Stokes.
"Well fought. I'm waiting you in .30 for the debriefing."
As they were leaving, Hanawa addressed her.
"Chui Okabe. A word."
She turned around, gazing at him questioningly, and finally stood in front of him, standing to attention.
"Hm... At ease." He finally said, quitting looking at those troubling eyes.
"A problem, honourable Chusa?" asked Junko half-seriously.
"Hm.." mumbled again Hanawa.
He finally sighed and pondered "Sometimes, i wonder what comes into your head, Chui."
"What do you mean, honourable Chusa?"
"Stop that. I don't know. Charging five ships alone and screaming over the comms : 'Playtoys are mine'..?"
"Oh this? Well? Didn't i burn two of them before you arrived?"
"That isn't the matter."
"And they are playtoys since i enjoy so much playing with them." she said, ignoring his intervention.
He allowed himself a quick sigh.
"Fujiko... Do you wish to die?"
"No?"
"Because it will happen if you keep doing this. Trust me."
"But i killed two of them!" she retorted, doing akimbo while staring at him in a pretendly annoyed way.
He sighed again.
"You are indeed skilled, Chui. To be perfectly honest, i requested your transfer to the Primary fleet a few days ago but..."
"Really?!" she asked, interrupting him.
"But..." he continued, frowning softly "Your attitude will have to change. Your behaviour isn't acceptable as is. I do hope you understand that i could put you under arrest for not following orders."
She gazed at him thoughtfully for a short while, and said in a respectful tone :
"Honourable Chusa, are you annoyed because i didn't follow your orders, or because i, a female, showed i was better than you at fighting."
Noticing his expressionless face, she added "And smarter too?"
He sighed for the third time and just said "You may leave."
Hanawa saw her smiling to him and followed her with his eyes as she was leaving the docks...
Sanada Junko - Yaoquizque - 08-05-2012
Despite this war. Despite the uncertainty of her future and despite the treatment she was getting for being in a male's universe. Despite all the hatred around her;
When others were struggling with the pressure caused by this merciless war, Junko was enjoying to serve in Seto system.
Mostly because of him.
Hanawa Noboru. Well.... Kaigun Chusa Hanawa.
He was different from the others men she came to know.
Even-tempered and sticking to good sense, he was pretty much the beacon she would hang on when things were getting difficult.
Hanawa seemed to have mastered the difficult skill of hiding his emotions, which probably was why she liked him.
But at times, she could have sworn she did see past that carapace, discovering a charming man struggling with his feelings and - she was sure of that! - quite liking her.
Every day, as Bretonians and Kusarians all together were dying, her heart was slowly turning towards him.
Junko came to smile more often, To even be what one could label as cheerful, a mindset she rarely displayed and that she would almost forget in the future.
"You wanted to see me, Hanawa-san?" she asked after saluting him.
"Hai." Replied the Chusa, studying her shortly before gesturing her to sit in front of his small desk.
As usual, it was difficult to say what he had in mind.
Junko smiled softly, wondering if he was about to admit he desperately fell in love with her.
As she was sort of day dreaming, Hanawa cleared his throat and, studying slowly a file after having opened it, stated casually :
"I heard quite some troubling things lately, Sanada-san."
Her heart skipped a bit and, fighting the panic that was growing inside her, could only mutter
"You..."
"Hai. I don't exactly understand what made you think we wouldn't find out sooner or later." he simply said, appearing to skim through the file.
As she wasn't saying anything, he raised his head and, gazing at her, asked
"So... Maybe you could explain me why a member of one of the most influential clan of New Tokyo used a false id to join the Naval Forces?"
"I.. Hm."
Junko was attempting to find something smart to tell, but she was for once stumped as she noticed how disappointed he seemed to be.
"Well? What you did is a crime, Fujiko; Or Junko if you prefer. You could be court marshalled for it, and locked up so that you will never see the sun again."
"I did that to serve the Empe..." she started.
"Please don't waste my time. I'm not buying that."
Sighing, she finally said :
"Hanawa-san... Please forgive me.. But i needed to leave New Tokyo."
Sanada Junko - Yaoquizque - 08-06-2012
She explained how she was forced against her will to marry a man she didn't really know and how he came to ill-treat her because of her independent mind.
Her father refused to listen to her and the police would have just ignored it because of her husband's influence.
As Junko couldn't bear it any more, she thought for a while, wondering what she could do.
She couldn't resort to become a criminal, and since she always pictured herself as a strong-willed woman, she imagined the Naval Forces would fit.
And it did. She was enjoying to serve here, and had a suited mind for discipline.
Even if... She used sometimes to act strangely.
Hanawa listened to her quietly and, when she eventually stopped to talk, he sighed silently.
"Couldn't you just have admitted this from the beginning? Would have saved you a lot of trouble."
"Hm... But they could have decided to send me back to Kusari..."
"And that is exactly what your family is requesting, right now. My superiors had a long talk with me, as i am the one deciding to some extent who stays and who leaves my wing."
Junko gazed at him in a half worried half curious way.
"A lot of pressure was being put to demote you and send you back to New Tokyo."
She lowered her head.
"And you... Do you want me to leave?"
"My personal opinion means little for that matter."
Raising her head, she looked into his eyes.
"Just answer, please. I would like to know."
"Hm..." emitted Hanawa, gazing back at her, expressionless.
As he wasn't saying anything, she sighed, and lowered back her head, gazing at the ground.
"You are fearless and skilled. You are a valuable asset for the Naval Forces." He finally replied calmly.
"It's not what i asked! I wanted to know because.." Her voice faded as she was gathering the courage to say it "... I do like you." She finally whispered.
Hanawa considered her for a while, appearing to remain stonily indifferent.
"That's hm.. Interesting. But don't you think it's very inauspicious to claim that now, Just when you were caught?"
"That's true but.. If i don't say it now, i won't get another chance to, would i?"
They didn't say a word for a while. Eventually, Hanawa said quietly
"You may leave, Sanada-san. You will be summoned soon."
Her father refused to listen to her and the police would have just ignored it because of her husband's influence.
As Junko couldn't bear it any more, she thought for a while, wondering what she could do.
She couldn't resort to become a criminal, and since she always pictured herself as a strong-willed woman, she imagined the Naval Forces would fit.
And it did. She was enjoying to serve here, and had a suited mind for discipline.
Even if... She used sometimes to act strangely.
Hanawa listened to her quietly and, when she eventually stopped to talk, he sighed silently.
"Couldn't you just have admitted this from the beginning? Would have saved you a lot of trouble."
"Hm... But they could have decided to send me back to Kusari..."
"And that is exactly what your family is requesting, right now. My superiors had a long talk with me, as i am the one deciding to some extent who stays and who leaves my wing."
Junko gazed at him in a half worried half curious way.
"A lot of pressure was being put to demote you and send you back to New Tokyo."
She lowered her head.
"And you... Do you want me to leave?"
"My personal opinion means little for that matter."
Raising her head, she looked into his eyes.
"Just answer, please. I would like to know."
"Hm..." emitted Hanawa, gazing back at her, expressionless.
As he wasn't saying anything, she sighed, and lowered back her head, gazing at the ground.
"You are fearless and skilled. You are a valuable asset for the Naval Forces." He finally replied calmly.
"It's not what i asked! I wanted to know because.." Her voice faded as she was gathering the courage to say it "... I do like you." She finally whispered.
Hanawa considered her for a while, appearing to remain stonily indifferent.
"That's hm.. Interesting. But don't you think it's very inauspicious to claim that now, Just when you were caught?"
"That's true but.. If i don't say it now, i won't get another chance to, would i?"
They didn't say a word for a while. Eventually, Hanawa said quietly
"You may leave, Sanada-san. You will be summoned soon."
Sanada Junko - Yaoquizque - 08-06-2012
++ Interlude : Present days ++
She had his taste on her lips.
Pacing round in that room. Pretty nice.
She didn't enter in that bed yet. She knew she needed to sleep but she was certain she wouldn't be able to find sleep.
"Why am i that stupid?" She thought once again.
Junko loved to think she was controlling her destiny. Because people decided enough for her in the past.
No more.
But she had his taste on her lips.
The truth was she simply couldn't control that kind of things.
Since she didn't have much experience about this, despite what she may pretend.
Thus here she was, struggling with herself, lost in the maze she built herself.
She was tempted to just walk away, and try to pretend this never happened.
But deep inside she knew it wouldn't resolve anything.
And did she even want it in the first place?
Sighing, she eventually walked to the bed and, lying on it, gazed at the ceiling.
She listened to the quietness of that house. That place was so different from her little flat on New Tokyo.
Was she even able to trust someone again, and take the risk to be betrayed, one way or another?
Remembering about his word, "Giving it a try", she wondered what he was expecting from her.
Was he even able to understand why she was behaving this way?
But on the other hand... Did she even try to explain him?
And she still had his taste on her lips....
Roll up into a tight ball, she tried to take her mind of things to find sleep.
Sanada Junko - Yaoquizque - 08-17-2012
Two weeks had passed since that night.
Junko still couldn't believe it.
It was just as if it happened to someone else, not to her.
Since then, she had spent her time on duty, only returning to Stokes when she really couldn't keep her eyes open anymore.
She just wanted to avoid this place now.
Oddly, she was expecting to cross him in some corridor, when she knew his body was cremated since days.
She wouldn't smile anymore, nor would she expect much from others;
She had her share of deception.
The only thing she would keep from these days would be the custom to call hostiles 'playtoys', an habit that seemed to amuse and disconcert him at the same time.
In his memory.
Her anger was intense during the short memorial service.
To the point she actually left before its conclusion to lock herself up in her Chimaera on the docks.
Noticing they came to help her, she told the rampants to leave and to go die somewhere as she was running routine checks, in an attempt to focus her mind on something concrete.
Junko simply couldn't resolve to forgive him for having left her like this.
She didn't authorize him to die.
Men couldn't be trusted.
Lacking the frame of mind needed to use them, she would content herself with ignoring them.
And if they ever dared to come close enough, she would whip them with her irony until they would give up.
A way to ensure she would never have anything to lose anymore.
Junko still couldn't believe it.
It was just as if it happened to someone else, not to her.
Since then, she had spent her time on duty, only returning to Stokes when she really couldn't keep her eyes open anymore.
She just wanted to avoid this place now.
Oddly, she was expecting to cross him in some corridor, when she knew his body was cremated since days.
She wouldn't smile anymore, nor would she expect much from others;
She had her share of deception.
The only thing she would keep from these days would be the custom to call hostiles 'playtoys', an habit that seemed to amuse and disconcert him at the same time.
In his memory.
Her anger was intense during the short memorial service.
To the point she actually left before its conclusion to lock herself up in her Chimaera on the docks.
Noticing they came to help her, she told the rampants to leave and to go die somewhere as she was running routine checks, in an attempt to focus her mind on something concrete.
Junko simply couldn't resolve to forgive him for having left her like this.
She didn't authorize him to die.
Men couldn't be trusted.
Lacking the frame of mind needed to use them, she would content herself with ignoring them.
And if they ever dared to come close enough, she would whip them with her irony until they would give up.
A way to ensure she would never have anything to lose anymore.
Sanada Junko - Yaoquizque - 08-31-2012
Despite all her efforts to not return in core space, she would soon enough contemplate again New Tokyo's sky.
Dreading what was waiting her there, the young officer indeed refused all the permissions she was granted.
She was just hanging on her duty as a shipwrecked would on his buoy, waiting for the sea to die down.
No mission was insignificant or dangerous enough for her to not volunteer, nor was any foe dangerous enough for her to consider retreating without being ordered to.
Later, she would admit she was perhaps seeking death and the depths of oblivion coming with it.
Yet fate decided otherwise.
"The pollution levels of this place make me feel sick. Another sin to add to the list those foreigners already perpetrated. Make no mistakes my brothers, those we are facing are weak. We are here to save them from their ignorance; To bring light to their pathetic barbarian lives."
The one speaking on the local tactical frequency was the Daii Yoshida whose natural volubility earned him the nickname 'Akuso'. He was relatively new in the Ittan-momen wing and obviously did everything he could to get recognition from others.
An attitude that could only annoy Junko. Especially because inferiors like her weren't even worth a modicum of his attention.
The others were remaining silent, apparently passively listening to the sermon. But she knew better.
Okamoto and Kinos-hita were certainly sharing the node seven she was detecting as busy; The false twins, as people used to call them.
She appreciated them for their kindness and their good-companionship.
Among all the members of the wing, they were the ones who always tried to make her feel integrated. Even if out loud she was saying calling them annoying and stupid, she was grateful for those efforts.
She knew Ueno was checking his scan, focusing on his revenge oath and cold headedly waiting for a target to exercise it.
She could relate to that wish.
And about the Chusa...
She long ago gave up trying to get what was in Nishina's head. He could just be a robot for all she knew.
Sighing quickly, she finally emitted in a bored way
"Yoshida, are you trying to put us to sleep with your 'Oh so boring' speeches? Because i swear it's almost working."
The quick silence on the frequency gave her an idea about how annoyed the 'boy' was by that interruption. Still... His answer definitely confirmed it.
"It isn't my fault if you women are too stupid to juggle with sophisticated ideas while flying a vessel to battle. You should do yourself a favour and come back to the place you belong to. A house where you would please the man stupid enough to marry you!"
The woman laughed boldly at that tirade.
"Oh that's pretty nice. Did you rehearse this all yesterday night? I'm quite impressed."
Some mumbling could be heard, followed by a "Stupid woman". As he was about to carry on, she interrupted him abruptly on the frequency.
"I'm not stupid. I'm smarter than you, actually. And stronger too. By the way... Is your nose still bleeding, A...Ku...So...Kun?"
Some laughes could be heard on the frequency, the others men obviously remembering about that evening, when Yoshida accepted to face her after she mocked him.
He thought he would teach easily to that skinny woman where was her place...
As Yoshida was starting to become heated, a muffled grunt could be heard.
"Enough you two."
Junko tilted her head and focused on her instruments, pouting slightly.
Looked like the party was over.
Dreading what was waiting her there, the young officer indeed refused all the permissions she was granted.
She was just hanging on her duty as a shipwrecked would on his buoy, waiting for the sea to die down.
No mission was insignificant or dangerous enough for her to not volunteer, nor was any foe dangerous enough for her to consider retreating without being ordered to.
Later, she would admit she was perhaps seeking death and the depths of oblivion coming with it.
Yet fate decided otherwise.
"The pollution levels of this place make me feel sick. Another sin to add to the list those foreigners already perpetrated. Make no mistakes my brothers, those we are facing are weak. We are here to save them from their ignorance; To bring light to their pathetic barbarian lives."
The one speaking on the local tactical frequency was the Daii Yoshida whose natural volubility earned him the nickname 'Akuso'. He was relatively new in the Ittan-momen wing and obviously did everything he could to get recognition from others.
An attitude that could only annoy Junko. Especially because inferiors like her weren't even worth a modicum of his attention.
The others were remaining silent, apparently passively listening to the sermon. But she knew better.
Okamoto and Kinos-hita were certainly sharing the node seven she was detecting as busy; The false twins, as people used to call them.
She appreciated them for their kindness and their good-companionship.
Among all the members of the wing, they were the ones who always tried to make her feel integrated. Even if out loud she was saying calling them annoying and stupid, she was grateful for those efforts.
She knew Ueno was checking his scan, focusing on his revenge oath and cold headedly waiting for a target to exercise it.
She could relate to that wish.
And about the Chusa...
She long ago gave up trying to get what was in Nishina's head. He could just be a robot for all she knew.
Sighing quickly, she finally emitted in a bored way
"Yoshida, are you trying to put us to sleep with your 'Oh so boring' speeches? Because i swear it's almost working."
The quick silence on the frequency gave her an idea about how annoyed the 'boy' was by that interruption. Still... His answer definitely confirmed it.
"It isn't my fault if you women are too stupid to juggle with sophisticated ideas while flying a vessel to battle. You should do yourself a favour and come back to the place you belong to. A house where you would please the man stupid enough to marry you!"
The woman laughed boldly at that tirade.
"Oh that's pretty nice. Did you rehearse this all yesterday night? I'm quite impressed."
Some mumbling could be heard, followed by a "Stupid woman". As he was about to carry on, she interrupted him abruptly on the frequency.
"I'm not stupid. I'm smarter than you, actually. And stronger too. By the way... Is your nose still bleeding, A...Ku...So...Kun?"
Some laughes could be heard on the frequency, the others men obviously remembering about that evening, when Yoshida accepted to face her after she mocked him.
He thought he would teach easily to that skinny woman where was her place...
As Yoshida was starting to become heated, a muffled grunt could be heard.
"Enough you two."
Junko tilted her head and focused on her instruments, pouting slightly.
Looked like the party was over.
Sanada Junko - Yaoquizque - 09-11-2012
Another risky mission in a war she honsestly stopped to follow.
Just a good occasion to release that repressed anger while avenging the lost ones.
That particular one yet promised to be incredibly boring. Just some escort to a pretendedly vital Bretonian supplying station.
At a loose end, she opened the mission briefing again to compulse the file on her Chimaera's little screen.
Right. The probability to meet resistance was stated as "very low". How boring. They would just have the pleasure to watch those ugly bombers do all the job.
Why were they even chosen for such a baby sitting? Generally, Ittan-momen was assigned to much funnier missions.
Ah well, not like she could do anything about it anyway. Nodding her head gently in a bored way, she concentrated on her scan until she heard the classical :
"Objective spotted. Closing in."
"Wish us good luck." emited one of the Umibozu, quickly followed by an ironical "Hai. Good luck my beloved sumos."
"We will assume a defensive pattern to cover your back, hyaku wing." grunted the Chusa, abrubtly cutting in half the informal jokes that were about to follow.
"Hai. We won't be long."
"On your left! Break! B.."
A scream abrutly cut in half was the only thing Okamoto emitted when his vessel turned into a nice fireball.
"Regroup and cover each other" mumbled the Chusa, obviously even less pleased than usual - if such a thing was possible.
Unequal, the struggle was almost already over. Those Bretonians were skilled at setting up traps, she had to admit.
Junko gazed shortly at the little debris fields, the only remains of the fighter. One more to have the pleasure to meet his ancestors.
Not like she planned to weep buckets about that, however.
This moment of inattention cost her her ship. She only was able to eject when two fighters hunted her without mercy.
Helpless, she then could only follow the fight, seeing the others being downed one by one.
Just a good occasion to release that repressed anger while avenging the lost ones.
That particular one yet promised to be incredibly boring. Just some escort to a pretendedly vital Bretonian supplying station.
At a loose end, she opened the mission briefing again to compulse the file on her Chimaera's little screen.
Right. The probability to meet resistance was stated as "very low". How boring. They would just have the pleasure to watch those ugly bombers do all the job.
Why were they even chosen for such a baby sitting? Generally, Ittan-momen was assigned to much funnier missions.
Ah well, not like she could do anything about it anyway. Nodding her head gently in a bored way, she concentrated on her scan until she heard the classical :
"Objective spotted. Closing in."
"Wish us good luck." emited one of the Umibozu, quickly followed by an ironical "Hai. Good luck my beloved sumos."
"We will assume a defensive pattern to cover your back, hyaku wing." grunted the Chusa, abrubtly cutting in half the informal jokes that were about to follow.
"Hai. We won't be long."
"On your left! Break! B.."
A scream abrutly cut in half was the only thing Okamoto emitted when his vessel turned into a nice fireball.
"Regroup and cover each other" mumbled the Chusa, obviously even less pleased than usual - if such a thing was possible.
Unequal, the struggle was almost already over. Those Bretonians were skilled at setting up traps, she had to admit.
Junko gazed shortly at the little debris fields, the only remains of the fighter. One more to have the pleasure to meet his ancestors.
Not like she planned to weep buckets about that, however.
This moment of inattention cost her her ship. She only was able to eject when two fighters hunted her without mercy.
Helpless, she then could only follow the fight, seeing the others being downed one by one.
RE: Sanada Junko - Yaoquizque - 10-19-2012
Etsujiro chewed his cigar reflectively while skimming through the cargo list.
"So we're doing the hearse today?"
"Looks like it." prosaically answered his co-pilot while performing the launch checks.
"And the destination... Oh great, New Tokyo."
Etsujiro spat in the spittoon that was sitting between them, making his comrade grimace.
His superior made it clear this accessory was the most important thing in the big dragon's cockpit, and that he'd better not touch it if he wanted to keep his legs in one piece.
"You know Mitsuaki... I'm familiar with a nice establishment in Setagawa district..." The man roguishly smiled.
"Gives us a good opportunity to appreciate its charms, uh?! What do you say?"
"Hm. No, thank you. I already told my wife there were good chances for i to return to core space within the next weeks."
"Ehhhh?! You told her you were back? What kind of idiot are you? Oh well... More for me... Are we good anyway?"
"Yes. Everything is in order. Disengaging from the mooring points."
The two men watched Stokes shrink slowly as they were gaining some distance, and after some exchange with the traffic controllers, headed to Tau 31.
"So. Any corpse worth looking at?" mumbled Etsujiro while chewing his ignominious cigar.
Mitsuaki slightly frowned "Didn't have the liberty to check. I heard most of those were wounded during the taking over of LD-14."
"Ah yes!" belched his captain "But why are they sending them back home only now? Did they rot all this time in Stokes?!"
"I'd believe so." Mitsuaki reflected for a while before saying "I guess they were lacking of space in Stokes medical quarters. Or maybe those just couldn't be treated with the equipment we have there."
"Right. War is finished for them if you ask me. Lucky bastards." commented the captain after a soundful spat.
"My my... Look at this mess..." said Etsujiro after having moved the cigar to this right of his mouth.
"Uh... How many...? That's quite amazing! It's as if all our fleet was there."
"Bet it is. Keep your distances with that battleship. I hear an operator yelling at us already."
While they were moving through the fleet, an amazed Mitsuaki asked while looking around :
"Did you hear the Emperor reached Seto? He's leading us to our great victory!"
"Yeah yeah..." replied his comrade with disillusion. "He will be there watching us dying for glory. Wonderful."
Ignoring his tone, the younger man carried on.
"I wonder why they did put an hold on the scheduled assault however."
"I guess you should ask them." ironized the captain while pointing at strange vessels with a menacing shape that were gathering far away from the Kusari controlled space.
"They stand no chance against our holy forces. If they are foolish enough to attack us, they will be crushed."
"Yeah yeah... Instead of uttering a stream of.. erh... Right. Just keep an eye on the scans and be ready to explain we're a transport filled with wounded heading to Kusari, uh? I don't want those idiots to shoot at us and start a war because of a misunderstanding."
"So we're doing the hearse today?"
"Looks like it." prosaically answered his co-pilot while performing the launch checks.
"And the destination... Oh great, New Tokyo."
Etsujiro spat in the spittoon that was sitting between them, making his comrade grimace.
His superior made it clear this accessory was the most important thing in the big dragon's cockpit, and that he'd better not touch it if he wanted to keep his legs in one piece.
"You know Mitsuaki... I'm familiar with a nice establishment in Setagawa district..." The man roguishly smiled.
"Gives us a good opportunity to appreciate its charms, uh?! What do you say?"
"Hm. No, thank you. I already told my wife there were good chances for i to return to core space within the next weeks."
"Ehhhh?! You told her you were back? What kind of idiot are you? Oh well... More for me... Are we good anyway?"
"Yes. Everything is in order. Disengaging from the mooring points."
The two men watched Stokes shrink slowly as they were gaining some distance, and after some exchange with the traffic controllers, headed to Tau 31.
"So. Any corpse worth looking at?" mumbled Etsujiro while chewing his ignominious cigar.
Mitsuaki slightly frowned "Didn't have the liberty to check. I heard most of those were wounded during the taking over of LD-14."
"Ah yes!" belched his captain "But why are they sending them back home only now? Did they rot all this time in Stokes?!"
"I'd believe so." Mitsuaki reflected for a while before saying "I guess they were lacking of space in Stokes medical quarters. Or maybe those just couldn't be treated with the equipment we have there."
"Right. War is finished for them if you ask me. Lucky bastards." commented the captain after a soundful spat.
"My my... Look at this mess..." said Etsujiro after having moved the cigar to this right of his mouth.
"Uh... How many...? That's quite amazing! It's as if all our fleet was there."
"Bet it is. Keep your distances with that battleship. I hear an operator yelling at us already."
While they were moving through the fleet, an amazed Mitsuaki asked while looking around :
"Did you hear the Emperor reached Seto? He's leading us to our great victory!"
"Yeah yeah..." replied his comrade with disillusion. "He will be there watching us dying for glory. Wonderful."
Ignoring his tone, the younger man carried on.
"I wonder why they did put an hold on the scheduled assault however."
"I guess you should ask them." ironized the captain while pointing at strange vessels with a menacing shape that were gathering far away from the Kusari controlled space.
"They stand no chance against our holy forces. If they are foolish enough to attack us, they will be crushed."
"Yeah yeah... Instead of uttering a stream of.. erh... Right. Just keep an eye on the scans and be ready to explain we're a transport filled with wounded heading to Kusari, uh? I don't want those idiots to shoot at us and start a war because of a misunderstanding."
RE: Sanada Junko - Yaoquizque - 10-27-2012
The lady entered in the room and considered the woman lying on the bed.
She just looked asleep. From what she understood from the medic speech, it had nothing to do with it however.
Taking off her garden hat and keeping it in her hands while caressing it absent-mindedly, she stood there for a short while. Finally, she walked in and sat slowly on the chair near the bed.
She observed the woman for a short while, starting to get acustomed to the noise made by the medical devices monitoring the patient.
Finally, holding her head with her hand under her chin, she said in a bored way :
"You're quite an idiot, aren't you?"
She waited a short while as if she was expecting to get an answer.
But since nothing came, she searched in her pocket to take a cigarette from a luxury case, before remembering it was certainly forbidden to smoke here. She rubbed the cigarette on her cheek thoughtfully while observing the woman.
"Father is still very angry, you know..." She started, leaning forward to check the flowerpot lying on the table nearby. Grimacing when she noticed they were synthetic, she said casually :
"He said he wanted to come here to 'finish the job'. But... I don't think he really meant it. Mother is quite sad these days. I saw her two days ago and we spent several hours talking about you..."
The lady leaned forward on the bed to take a closer look at the woman.
"You aren't faking just to avoid talking to me, right?"
Apparently satisfied by what she saw, the lady leaned back.
"By the way. I'm pregnant. My second one! That would be nice if you woke up to meet Eiko. What will i tell her when she asks where her aunt is?"
The lady took the woman's hand and, sighing in an affected way, finally got up. As she was about to leave, she said
"Be well, Junko."
She just looked asleep. From what she understood from the medic speech, it had nothing to do with it however.
Taking off her garden hat and keeping it in her hands while caressing it absent-mindedly, she stood there for a short while. Finally, she walked in and sat slowly on the chair near the bed.
She observed the woman for a short while, starting to get acustomed to the noise made by the medical devices monitoring the patient.
Finally, holding her head with her hand under her chin, she said in a bored way :
"You're quite an idiot, aren't you?"
She waited a short while as if she was expecting to get an answer.
But since nothing came, she searched in her pocket to take a cigarette from a luxury case, before remembering it was certainly forbidden to smoke here. She rubbed the cigarette on her cheek thoughtfully while observing the woman.
"Father is still very angry, you know..." She started, leaning forward to check the flowerpot lying on the table nearby. Grimacing when she noticed they were synthetic, she said casually :
"He said he wanted to come here to 'finish the job'. But... I don't think he really meant it. Mother is quite sad these days. I saw her two days ago and we spent several hours talking about you..."
The lady leaned forward on the bed to take a closer look at the woman.
"You aren't faking just to avoid talking to me, right?"
Apparently satisfied by what she saw, the lady leaned back.
"By the way. I'm pregnant. My second one! That would be nice if you woke up to meet Eiko. What will i tell her when she asks where her aunt is?"
The lady took the woman's hand and, sighing in an affected way, finally got up. As she was about to leave, she said
"Be well, Junko."
RE: Sanada Junko - Yaoquizque - 01-17-2013
++ Interlude : Present days ++
It was just like the first time.
The awful sensation to be aggressed by the outside world, and above all, the paradoxical feeling you were losing something invaluable while actually gaining back your hold on this world.
The light was too bright; The sounds, too noisy.
The smell of an hospital. The smell of her own weakness.
Everything she liked.
She was hearing the medic go on about what happened to her and how fortunate it was she finally decided to 'wake up'.
Her mind was somewhere else.
"Either way..." ventured the medic once he noticed his patient didn't seem to listen much to him "Your friend will most likely be glad to talk to you. I was actually about to call to tell him the good n..."
"What friend..." she asked, cutting him in half while struggling against her dizziness.
"Well, one of your colleagues spent a lot of time by your bedside. He's coming several times a week, spending hours here."
"Really..."
A thought was surfacing with effort, bringing a moderate amount of panic into her mind.
"...What is the name?"
"Hmm... I will have to check my files. He gave me his coords so that i could join him if your condition evolved."
She remained silent.
"... Do you wish me to check it?"
"Yes. Please."
As soon as he left, she began to unplug the medical devices monitoring her vital signs and, once this done, slowly prepared herself to get up despite that giddiness.
"What are you doing?" asked a nurse, alerted by the irritating noises made by the medical equipments, now they were busy monitoring the air.
"Obvious enough. I'm leaving."
"No no no. Be reasonable. You're not in shape to leave this early. Get back into that bed!"
She gave the nurse an acrimonious stare.
It was so easy to forget your anger on yourself by hating others.
"I'm not spending any more time here." She muttered while getting on her feet, ignoring the pain "So either you help me, either y..."
"You should listen. I told you you couldn't leave so soon..." said the nurse with exasperation as she was holding back the woman about to fall to the ground.
"Now get back to that bed before we have to force you to! And stay laid down. Don't give us more work we already have..."
She studied her options as the nurse was helping her lying back down while lecturing her about those wounds she opened.
Indeed... It looked doubtful she could leave on her own today.
Tomorrow she would.