Communication channel opened... Encryption:Medium Origin:Norfolk Shipyard, New York ID:Rear Admiral Alexander Reyes Subject:Duty
Ahh damn...hope it's still the same ID... *types in stuff*
Ermm greetings John,
Maybe you remember me...well you should actually - otherwise I'd definetely consult a doc if I was you. *giggles*
I have some stuff that I want to discuss. It's about your duty.
Before I go into it any deeper I'd like to know if there's a general interest in talking about it at all.
If the comm' ID is still valid, I'm waiting for a soon answer.
*A video feed would appear upon Reyes' screen, a clearly devastated John Armada was looking like didn't do that well in his retirement, with a black eye on one side, and some rugged skin on his forehead. He guided a bottle of whiskey to his lips, taking a long sip from it, sighing slightly, before his attention was drawn towards the cam*
Howdy Reyes,
long time not seen, nor spoken.
I'll take that as my fault, as I kind of disappeared. How's the fleet doing? Aside from that.. what kind of duty do you mean? As far as I can remember correctly I resigned and retired from the Navy.
*Some shouting and a sound of a fight could be heard in the distance, it was muffled, as if behind a wall or door, outside of his room. His attention was drawn towards the sound, his eyes rolling in annoyance, his expression exposing his anger, before he glanced into the cam once again*
'Cuse me for a moment. I'll be right back.
*Standing up, he'd move out of the cam's sight, only the sound of a mechanical door opening could be heard, along with that, the shouting and fight sounds were stronger and clearer to hear. Soon some additional fight sound could be heard or rather two person being punched and groaning in pain, before the door opened and shut once again, and John returned, wiping one hand over the reddened knuckle of the other*
Right, I'm back.
*glancing in the camera, he took an other sip of the whiskey*
Get more clear on what you mean with "my duty", then we'll see.
Armada, out.
*The video sequence would end with a black screen*
Communication channel opened... Encryption:Medium Origin:Norfolk Shipyard, New York ID:Rear Admiral Alexander Reyes Subject:Duty
Wow you look...wow. What the hell happened to you the past months?! And don't tell me you don't want to talk about it.
Well the fleet is doing good. I guess the new structures were the best idea. Sophia and Mike are doing quite well if you ask me.
Apart from that, Watson returned from reserve...heee...pretty much hated it. Sanders got promoted to Captain and...well I guess that's it.
About your duty: We all understand that you had a hard time. I'm sorry for that. But seeing you right now, I don't think it was a good decision to...do whatever you do now.
We want you back. We need skilled pilots and support with the fresh meat.
Don't get it wrong, you are not going to be the babysitter. *sighs* You know I can't tell you everything over this comm. I'd give you the details later on a different way.
Also you left some people behind that actually called you "friend". You should talk to them finally...
*A video feed would appear upon Reyes' screen, John glancing at the camera. His overall condition seemed to remain the same, not really changing to the better or worse. Once again he guided a bottle of whiskey to his lips, taking a long sip from it, before his attention was drawn towards the cam*
Reyes,
I forgot to say, congratulations to your promotion, last time.
I'm glad the 5th is doing well. Sophia and Mike are up in the High Command now? Interesting.
Nice to hear, that Watson is back and Sanders got promoted, he already deserved one.
And what's with Sader?
*A loud, metallic bumping siound could be heard, as someone outside knocked the door vigorously. John's attention was caught be source of the sound, with an annoyed sigh he glanced to the camera once again*
Sure no coincidence, something distracting happens every time I'm responding to your messages.
*Standing up, he'd move out of the cam's sight, only the sound of a mechanical door opening could be heard, along with a dozen of voices, people speaking, and the common enviorment sound of a city, in the far distance*
Ye-what the?!
*The volume in John's voice rose in surprise, with the sound of distress. A moment later a darker, threatening voice could be heard as well*
My boss doesn't like it when independant miners don't pay protection money, he wants to remind you why exactly you need to pay up.
*Slow steps soon appeared, while John walked backwards into the cam's vision, with his hands risen, one hand still holding the bottle. A moment later, a second, shady looking man appeared in the cam's vision, as he moved closer, pointing a gun at John, whose voice still held a distressed and angry tone, but not a nervous or dreaded one. The thug wore a rugged black coat with synthetic fabric, the rest of his clothes were similar. A hood covered his head and it's shadow most of his face, making it impossible to see any important facial details.*
Well, I hope your boss likes you being recorded, while doing his dirty laundry, then.
*John's head turned slightly away from the thug's direction, glancing towards the cam, nodding lightly. The thug's attention was distracted, his glance following John's. Taking the opportunity, John's arm lunged out, towards the intruder. With a half-full bottle of whiskey still in his hands, he hit the distracted thug's head on the side, before he swatted the gun out of his hand. The bottle broke, shattered in dozens of pieces, spilling the rest of the whiskey all over the thug, John and the floor, just before the thug's gun was thrown through the room.
The thug, surprised by the sudden, harsh counter, and dizzy by the bottle's hit on his head, stumbled backwards, only howling in pain. John reached a hand behind his back, pulling at the hilt of a gun holstered at the belt, just below his back, only to point it at the partially incapacitated thug on the ground. As he spoke, his voice remained calm, but with a dead serious tone.*
Now, look what you did...wasting all that good stuff. Should have stopped drinking soon anyways tho...your boss wants his money? Well, instead I could send him your bodyparts, piece by piece, to make him change his mind, but that would probably be too messy....
*A moment of silence appeared, as John considered his options, a slight frown formed on his forehead, before a heavy sigh escaped his lips*
Run, before I find a way to make that idea happen! No worries about your gun, I'll keep it for you, right?
*The thug slowly rose to his feet, still dizzy, but quickly turned, to hastely leave John's appartment. John remained standing still for a moment, watching the guy leave, before he moved around, to reach for the gun on the ground, picking it up and locking it, just before he turned towards the cam again.*
Now, where were we? Ah yes... you wanted to know what happened to me? Depression goes along with alcohol, both together are not good combined to gambling. No social care covered the costs of medication I got prescripted by the doc, whose' sessions did cost a fortune as well.
Now I live a humble life, trying to cover repairment bills for my ship and regular costs, as I work as miner. living in a crappy appartment. Aside from that, I get a threat, more phyiscal either in space or on ground. After some time, that gets pretty much annoying yes.
*Shrugging his shoulders slightly, his expression would darken, with an almost hollow gleam in his eyes*
Aslong as you didn't watch your parents die in an explosion, when you were younger, woke up alone from a coma, after six months, only to find out the woman you fell in love with just vanished, got cheated on by the other woman you were in love with, while she carried your yet unborn child, which she lost by because she was too careless, I doubt you understand my "hard time" I am having.
*His expression would turn once again normal, yet another sigh escaped his lips*
I left the Navy, because under all the circumstances and things affecting me, I wasn't able to do my duty anymore. Which means, I wasn't able to assist colleagues and shoot the bad guys anymore. Also, I don't mind babysitting the Rookies, I'm probably barely any better by now. I've lost my touch long ago, before you even joined the 5th.
Anyways, my life turned bad, the moment the negative sides of my duty have shown, not being able to keep my woman happy. It only got worse after that, and sometimes I wish my life would end, along with that, my suffering. Besides that, the crap around here is annoying, my work is dissatisfying and being in here is boring. Which means, I might consider returning to the 5th at some point. First though I need to make preperations.
Armada, out.
*The video sequence would end with a black screen*
Communication channel opened... Encryption:Medium Origin:Norfolk Shipyard, New York ID:Rear Admiral Alexander Reyes Subject:Duty
Well...even though I'd really, like really, want to know what just happened in your background, I just let it be for my sleep quality...
Sader? You don't know it yet? Well he... disappeared. As his ship did. You know, I'm gonna tell you what you need to know later on. I'm really busy right now as you could see on my delayed answers.
Prepare whatever you need to prepare. Take your time but don't take too much of it. Come to my office when you're ready.