"Oh man, news around here is brilliant. I tell you, every day theres a new story to tell..."
She shrugs. "And those days without news, I can offer up another thing Sirius is sorely lacking. A good dose of morals or common sense."
Looking about the room, Scratch kept her trademark mischievous smile, her thoughts hidden behind the purple goggles.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
The two persons facing Remus couldn't believe that he manage to join in that little raid in Rheinland. He just smiles and begins to hold his handheld like a portable gaming device. Minutes pass, and practically Remus got most of the bar patron's attention. He then stops and pauses.... takes a drink of his champagne and then continues. After several minutes, he stops and breathes a few.
"Well, we did it... the report should come in a few minutes.... The Rheinlanders practically ran for their lives. I must say this worked well... I should forward this experiment to the researchers over at *coughs*Willard."
He just sits there.... proud over what he'd done. After waiting for several minutes, his datapad doesn't beep. In distress, he fiddles something with it.
Hey..... ah.... what do you know... they sure took a long time in sending those reports.
Major Patterson immediately claims, "I knew it, Sius.... You're going to buy us those drinks.
To which Remus denies, "No fair! I didn't agree to any of that."
Jane just smiles at the two arguing. Suddenly.....
Beep.... Beep.... Beep The datapad vibrates as if there was an earthquake. Remus breathes heavily.
"Boy, you better be the report...", his two patrons lean in closer to see the report in which, Remus hides it to take a look at it for himself.
A low whisper can be heard, "Where's that picture of my fighter.", to which Remus catches a slight grin from Patterson.
A smile erupts from his face. He wastes no time in showing the report.
"Well... Well... Well....."
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[font=agency fb][color=#FFFFFF]COMM ID:[color=#99FFFF]Commander Angelina Dimitrova TARGET ID:Liberty Navy Units SUBJECT:Patrol ENCRYPTION:Medium PRIORITY:High
Good afternoon colleges. And Member's of High command. This report comes in late I know but I have to inspect all the Libretonian Fleet so I am quite busy. Two days ago after one of our combat training in the Virginia system we gather our forces and we proseed to the Hamburg system were the Fleet admiral himself lead a small raiding party.When we arrived at Hamburg we were met by a Rheinland Military Flieger. Who I guess was so confused he even tryed to take me out on a date on the Hamburg Bar.
We moved to combat formation and 3 more gunboats with two more snubcrafts showed up. But no criminal activity. We charged in to engage the Rheinland Horeds. The Gunboats were the easy part one by one they all fall down after the entire squadron constrained their fire on them. Up next were the fighters there were no bombers and may I say shooting them down was *pauses* fun. Most of em were inexperienced pilots. I guess the Rheinland war machine I finally tiered up.
After breaching Hamburg deferences we went to Alster shipyard. Were we took some sight seeing. We took Pictures and all that ascertainment stuff. When the admiral saw that we were to much goofing around he ordered us to return to texas. We lost only one bomber and yes another guardian.
"well,considering ive been paying for them all night i think were even"
he gestured to the credit chip with no limit as the waitress scanned it after delivering a fresh round for the table "but ill humor you" he nodded to her" mark it down for a few more" turning to sius
"i had a simmielr system on my fighter in the corps,i also had a "at a glance" look at he iwos vital systems,targeting weapons data speed course shield status ectra.
hell up till recently i could stil lacess it,they finally changed my command codes "
"Come on. Fighting over a computer don't count and you know it." She glanced at Remus' champagne, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm sure there's some law against that. Got to be settin' a good example for us Junior Officers, now don't you Lieutenant Commander?"
It was fully another drink before Patterson's comment registered. "Not you too!" Seemed no-one actually fought their battles themselves anymore. No wonder the war was still going. Still, if it was saving lives, then no skin off her nose. Not that there was much left to lose anyway.
"Why'd they flick you Major, kick someone's dog? Resignations don't usually get you locked-out."
" i could still acess her if i needed to id just need to re submit my codes,its a protocol i had instated aboard her incase she was ever boarded or a senior officer captured,as for the "fly via computer" i only used the fighter set when i needed distraction or a quick exit, i had the jimas systems on the other hand so i could get a better feel for the way she was preforming...to ease tactical operations"
he punched up a program on his armpad,the iwos emblem spun on screen " don you peek now"as he quickly punched in his clearance code and id with his serial on his dogtags",it had prompted a beeping sound from the device when a female voice responded afterwards it was the ships AI,Lyssa" Iwo Jima tactical sync engaged,welcome aboard major"
the dsiplay soon brought up the key systems,sheilds weapons and sensors as well as power output,the ship was in "hot standby" docked to norfolk "see...its beaming to my gunboat then to my armpad the vanguard,my gunboat shares the same comms suite as the iwo so its secure and as this armpad is spec-ops issue..weell you get the idea,i wrote her security codes so i have the decrypction keys so i can "lock in" to her anytime i want even if they "lock out" my access,and dont try stealing them.. unless you can simulate my exact biometrics and vein placement the readers inbedded in the device and should it be tampered with the cpu and data on it frys"
Remus looked Patterson's armpad. It's somewhat similar to his... only Remus actually still has access to his ship.
"Some pretty systems you got there.... Still nothing beats like commanding your own ship from the bridge."
Unlike commanding a huge ship such as the Iwo Jima, piloting was just too hard for him, but on some occasions he usually does, only with a few extra precautions.
"Piloting snubcraft just isn't my hobby. Sure I've attended flight school before but to be confined in a small space such your cockpit. It just doesn't seem right, not that I'm claustrophobic or anything.", he refills his glass with some more champagne.
"ive run her from the famed" center chair" as much as ive flown my guardian in her defence, i was originally an Infantry officer when they told me to get to west point i was angry,up till the point in which they told me ihad the honor of running one of the few capitol craft the Corps runs,i was expecting to stay at a gunboat which i was for "proveing my worth" then i get a transfer memo to report to norfolk one day after a patrol and vola they hand me the Jima" he took a pull from his bottle allmost as if to savor the bitter liquid before he downed it and opened his second.
"what shocked me is as it later turned out all the training i had in infantry about various computer systems data cyphering hacking what have you would help me run her,as in learning how to break into said systems and such gave me a better understanding of how they worked so i could better interprate there output,and make better use of the tactical edge they gave,who said special forces dident have perks huh" he chukledas he reached for a pack of smokes,hand rolled cigarettes "yall mind if i smoke? if you dont want me to its ok"
"Go for it. I was headin' off anyways." In reality, she'd been paying more attention to a particular dot above the bar. A dartboard had been embedded in the 'o' of The Lone Drunkard for as long as she could remember, not that Mick let anyone use it. The risk of spiralling a dart into the bartender's forehead and the subsequent loss of drinking privileges deterred all but the most arrogant (or sober) players.
The Xeno had shifted her focus as soon as the word biometrics was mentioned. They were in a bar, it wasn't half the place for that sort of conversation. Made her feel like she ought to be wearing a white coat. She dealt in practicalities, morals. Sciences? Not so much.
"Well, nice seein' both of you. Good to see the Corps still breathing Major." She threw a surprisingly sharp salute for a woman who'd just drunk her way through the equivalent of a mid-sized bottle of spirits. "If any of ya want to get in touch, I'll patch you through comms, soon as I get where I'm goin'." It wasn't that Jane was suspicious of the men, she just didn't trust them.
With a hollow click, she slid the pistol back into its holster, answering the bartender's questioning glance with a quick head jerk in Remus' direction.
jimmy stood and returned it then sat back down " no problem jane nice seeing you im probably gonna be leaveing soon myself,semper fi and safe travels!,youve got my comms acxess so when i leave"
he sat back down "im waiting for them to restock my boat then im off alltho i doubt itll be anytime soon you never know"
Seeing as Jane left already, Remus noticed his datapad beeping. "Your needed at the base".... Looking at Patterson,
"Well, Major it seems they've noticed how long I've been gone from the barracks. I have to return to normal duty soon. So much for auto-piloting..."
Remus didn't stagger nor tumble as he stood up. He was used to drinking this much champagne.
"Best of luck to you, Major.", he makes a sort-of quick salute and go towards the exit. The bartender didn't forget to charge the man for the extra drinks.
"That sly fox....", as he lets the bartender scan his credit. Just as Remus passes through the exit. Two men stand up from their seats behind Major Patterson and hurriedly follow the Navy officer.