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Post by Zeamass on May 12, 2006 12:47:52 GMT -5
Sawabe glanced over the paperwork, jotting down orders and signing off on them as appropriate. The Kuritan noticed that the young mercenary was distracted "Dismissed, Johnson. Don't go too far away. I'll need you to run some things over to administration."
The Major authorized the survival training, feeling that it may be good for his grunts to get out of the city, if they could not get off planet. He then checked the supply list and authorized what the units could afford.
Finally, he called out for the private. "Johnson! I want you to deliver these to administration. Furthermore, I want you to find Captain Hallenbeck and request that he kindly report to my office around 1700 Local. I need to talk with him about a few things.
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Post by Pinky on May 12, 2006 13:59:14 GMT -5
The private had drifted over to the television set and had been watching a report by the SBC about the latest round of matches in the Solaris Arena. At being called, he practically jumped out of his skin but hustled back to Noriyuki and took the noteputer back from his CO. With a crisp salute, he turned on his heel and ran down the stairs...and nearly tumbled as he sneaked one last glance at Jia as he passed. In his haste, he had forgotten to turn off the television, which now was playing a highlights reel of the previous day's fights.
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Post by The Snuggly Siru on May 12, 2006 15:39:40 GMT -5
Jia pulls up from her bow to Christelle when the young man trots up the stairs. At first she tries to ignore his glances, before she shifts once one her feet and does a sly tug at the fatigue she is wearing, starting to wonder if it is a bit ‘too’ big.
If there is a fault to Jia, which there are many, one of them is her curiosity. Her hands clasps the bar behind her once more while she peers forward, leaning on her toes. Unable to decipher anything from her spot, her attention turns to the young mercenary, studying him.
A smirk curls up at the corners of Jia’s lips in amusement, and a hand slides up to hide a smile and laughter. Poor young man, the near tumble nearly makes her burst out in laughter, but is luckily to gulp it back, so it only shakes her shoulders instead. A wry smile betrays her when her hand drops, though. A small shake of her head, Jia’s attention now turns to the television.
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Post by Zeamass on May 12, 2006 16:17:15 GMT -5
TV: And in our first match of the evening, we have a class 2 grinder going on in the Coliseum. We've got reigning champion, the Marik fighter Alphonso Gutierrez of Fitzhugh Stables in a modified Tarantula fighting against an up and coming Kuritan by the name of Ryan Ivanavov piloting an old school PNT-9R Panther. It looks a little like a mismatch with the Panther towering over the quadruped Tarantula, but believe me, it's going to be closer than it seems!
The signal flares have just erupted, indicating it's fight time, folks! Holy Blake! Gutierrez is mounting an Extended Range Particle Projection Canon on his 'mech! He just got a shot off at Ivanavov just as the humanoid Panther got out of the gate! Ivanavov's hustling for cover now! A wall just sprang out of the floor, cutting Guiterreze's line of site.
It's not doing Ivanavov any good though. His Panther is apparently an older model. He's missing shots that a newer one would hit. That and Gutierrez is just too fast for him! The tarantula's closing! It looks like Gutierrez tastes blood in the water, but what's this? MY OH MY! What an upset! Ivanavov's torso mounted missile launcher just ripped through Gutierrez's Tarantula, sending it down to it's knees and making the champ fire the surrender flare!
Man, that was quick. I wouldn't doubt it if the Gaming Commission took a look into that fight! Next up is.....
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Post by Rine on May 13, 2006 11:46:12 GMT -5
Alex Andersson made his way into the fairly loud recreation room, but unlike the others who seemed to gravitate towards the commander, he simply gave the Kuritan a polite nod, before moving over to the weights section of the room. Laying back on one of the machines, he started to silently lift them in private, his dogtag/locket combo smacking against the weights as he leaned over them. His eyes however, watched the group, a small upturn of his lip showing amusement.
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Post by The Snuggly Siru on May 13, 2006 14:51:37 GMT -5
Li watches the fight on the television with quite an interest. She sways lightly on her feet, since she is partially bent over and her hands are linked on the railing behind her. She is so enthralled with what is on the screen she nearly misses Alex’s entry.
It is when the man starts lifting weights and the motion catching her attention from the corner of her eyes, does woman notice. It distracts her from the TV to turn her consideration down to the man on the lower floor.
The woman squints her eyes trying to read his dogtag from the distance she is at. She leans /faaaaaaarrr/ over the railing, backwards, trying to get the name from it with no avail so far. Due to the fact that the tag is also moving with the man when he lifts weights, it makes it even harder for her to try to extract a name from it.
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Post by Zeamass on May 19, 2006 0:14:57 GMT -5
Johnson started coming up back up the stairs and nearly tripped over his feet as he was watching Jia more than the stairs. "Is there anything I can help you with, Johnson?" Sawabe stated, drawing the young trooper's mind towards the earth.
"Sir! Captain Al-Mari has requested the presence of Lieutenant Andromache and his squad! Do you know where I may find them?"
Noriyuki nodded "Corperal LeRoy is right there and Anderson is working downstairs. Andromache and Takino should be here somewhere."
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Post by Rine on May 19, 2006 7:31:43 GMT -5
Alex was still watching the group upstairs when the woman leaned over the railing to look at him. He gave her a simple polite nod, before lowering his gaze to the floor in front of him as he resumed his work.
However, when his squad was mentioned though, he looked up to see who was discussing it, and soon started to put up his weights, grabbing his towel to wipe off his face before wrapping it around his neck and slipping his jacket back on, starting to stand and walk away from the weight machines, though hovering nearby, waiting for his orders.
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Post by Dammed on May 19, 2006 9:31:23 GMT -5
The doors open and Hototo walks in almost exactly as the hour chimes. He glances around and walks towards an empty wrestling circle etched into the exercise room floor. As he passes a set of arm weights, one of the young men working out elbows his companion and they both move to where they will have an un-obstructed view. One or two others start drifting over to watch as Hototo drops his vest in a heap by the circle and begins several minutes of stretching.
He walks to the center of the circle and closes his eyes while take deep slow breaths… then he begins. Slowly, but building in speed. It isn't martial arts, although there are certainly plenty of kicks, punches, and elbow strikes. It isn't dancing either, although there is definitely a beat and rhythm to the slapping feet and panting breaths. It is exercise and endurance and speed training and something more all boiled down to it's essence. It's lunges and jumps and turns and liquid grace and a striking snakes speed. It's rolls that somehow end with a high kick and lead to a backward summersault and somehow a gun seems to jump in and out of his hand and... can the human body even bend that way?
A misstep causes his bad ankle to give way as he lands from a forward flip, his face smashing into the floor as the hands are busy with a gun and a punch, and he rolls and jumps and now splatters of blood mix with dripping sweat as he dives across the circle and spins and darts and lunges. Face set with determination not to repeat his fall, Hototo dances with companions who are not there, and fights foes noone else can see. Around him the Rec Room carries on it's business.
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Post by Siru on May 19, 2006 17:12:08 GMT -5
Jia gives a polite nod down to Anderson in return, before leaning back up, but remaining to sit on the railing. Her attention quickly shots to Johnson when he returns and once again nearly trips from staring at her. A smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, and a snicker escaping them despite her efforts to stifle a laughter. She can't help herself when she calls out to the man, "Don't hurt yourself on the way down."
At Noriyuki words, Li glances back down to Anderson. She draws up her thumb to chew on her thumbnail, a bad habit when she is thinking. 'Anderson, huh?'. She makes a mental note of the name.
When Hototo enters, he rightly gains the woman's attention. She hops off the railing to turn around and watch the man, interested. She studies him with her vibrant, calculating gaze, and her brows knit together. Her lips gets pursed into a straight line, while she continues to chew on her thumbnail. Her elbows now resting on the bar, while slightly bent; one leg straight, the other one relaxed.
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Post by Rynne on May 19, 2006 19:06:04 GMT -5
Christelle winced when Hototo fell. She was going to offer a hand when the guy resumed his training.
She closed her book and finished her drink.
"I'm Corperal LeRoy. Do I have time to change clothes, or is it an urgent thingy ?"
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Post by Zeamass on May 19, 2006 20:36:51 GMT -5
"All I know is that as soon as I find you all, I am to bring you back to the Captain. I'll go off to find Lieutenant Andromache and then bring him back here. That should give you time to get changed."
With that, the Private went off to look for Andromache
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Post by Rine on May 20, 2006 13:03:30 GMT -5
Alex gave a simple nod to the private, and left the weight machine section of the rec room and walked towards the entrance, his hands reaching up to work that towel to dry himself off a bit. He left the jacket draped across his shoulders, and soon was leaning against the wall near the door, arms crossed as he waited.
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Post by Rynne on May 21, 2006 12:51:18 GMT -5
Christelle nodded, grabbed her towel and left the room.
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Post by Shrapnel on May 22, 2006 14:19:27 GMT -5
"Son of a...relinquish my commistables, foul cur! I'm already late for meeting with the Captain!"
Mikael smacked the side of the snack machine in the hallway. He hadn't had anything to eat that day, and now he was being deprived of his favourite candy bar.
"Bah!" He leaned up against the side of the machine and sighed.
"You know, we have cured multiple diseases thought indestructible, we have created bipedal tanks...hell, we even have some trustworthy politicians in office! And yet, we can't even make a working snack machine..."
"Lieutenant Andromache!" Mikael glanced up to see Private Johnson standing before him at full salute.
"Huh? Oh...at ease." Johnson relinquished his salute.
"Sir, Captain Al-Mari has been waiting for you. He wanted me to bring you to him immediately."
"Hmm...alright. Just give me a sec..." He took one last shot at the machine, giving it a roundhouse kick to the side, causing more than a little damage...and lo and behold, his candy bar dropped into the reciptical. Grinning broadly, Mikael reached in and seized his prize. "Here's one thing you should remember son: technology is like a fine woman...sometimes, she just needs a little 'fine tuning' to get her to follow orders. Let's go see Al-Mari."
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