Rec Room

[The Snuggly Siru]

Too bad Jia is not in the rec room at the moment. A strong, stiff drink is just what the woman needs and craves for. For the time being, Jia Li is trudging down the hallway to the quarters she slept in before to put her stuff in. She is halfway there, before she has to stop.

She slings down the satchels, before sliding down the wall to take a breather; who knew that they were so heavy. The woman holds one particular bag in her lap and close to her body with her arms wrapped around it, almost cradling the bag like a baby. Apparently she is extremely glad that they gang that beat up the hovercar didn't ruin her belongs either.

Her head rests against the wall, while looking upwards in thought. Her long, black locks caressing her form while her fingertips tap on the bag that makes clinking noises from shifting objects inside.

[Shrapnel]

Mikael was torn...he saw Jia Li down the hall one way, and heard Christelle offering drinks the other.

"Hmm...to hit on that remarkably attractive woman, or to go have a drink. Why is it that all the hard choices in life have to do with women?"

Chuckling a bit to himself (apparently since he thought his comment was hilarious and no one else was around to appreciate it), he jogged down the hall to Christelle, stole a glass of bourbon, and bolted back down to where Jia Li stood, holding her bag and looking deep in thought. She frowned upon his arrival, but an unfriendly face was never much of a turn off for Mikael...the man simply never gave up.

"Hey hey, sexy thing, care for a drink?"

He winked and held his glass out toward the woman.

[Dammed]

Hototo stopped. One hand gestured idly towards the door while he tried to gather his thoughts. Introspection was alien to his nature… but so was failing to answer a commanding officer.

He decided to pass on the most recent events and get right to the heart of the matter. "I'm bored," Hototo stated bluntly. "I am a Clansmen, I was born to fight. It's been too long since I've had a real challenge. I miss the danger. I miss the feel of driving a Mech, fighting for control while rocking from close missile blasts. I miss charging into battle, and bidding for combat, and tempting fate. I miss fighting worthy foes. I miss… I miss home. "
"I do not belong here, Star Colonel Major Noriyuki Sawabe. Your people do not understand me, and after years of living among you, I do not understand you. I want to battle. In the Mechs it does not matter where we are from. The language of lasers is simple. In the Mechs we all understand each other."

Hototo fell silent. He could go days without saying as much as he had just blurted out.
He looked towards the bar, where the sound of a party were growing louder. He sighed and shed his slight scowl in favor of his usual stony countenance.

"I also want a drink. Do you feel like fraternizing with the lower ranks, sir?" Hototo raised an eyebrow slightly to show he was expressing humor. On anyone else it would have been a broad grin.

[Zeamass]

"I heard someone shouting something upstairs. It sounds like they are trying to get a party started. Maybe we should join them." Noriyuki put his bow back into his locker. "Don't worry about action. Something will turn up soon."

[Siru]

Jia is still holding that odd satchel in her lap when Mikael comes down the hallway. She closes her eyes, half-praying he will pass. She is still rather perturbed about the lost of her hovercar. She is not here, she is not here. Darn --- he is speaking to her.

The woman opens her eyes to smile friendly enough to the man, though a frown is in her eyes. Definitely with that title he calls her. She sighs deeply, hanging her head in defeat. It is not her day. A curtain of black curls fall forward into her face.

She does not answer to him immediately, only sticking her hand out for the drink. Once it is served, she draws it to her lips to tip her head back, draining the liquid as much as possible till she starts to cough and sputter on it. A hand pats her chest, wake up call!

Then, Jia finally looks up at Mikael. A hand reaching up to brush the locks out of her face. "For one, my name is not 'sexy thing'. It is Jia. And two, give me that." She holds out her hand for the bottle now. She has pushed the satchel from her lap to the ground. She is still sitting and leaning against the wall.

[Dammed]

Hototo saw his commander, and veered towards him.

"Star Colonel Major Noriyuki Sawabe," he said snapping off a quick salute.
"I have heard through the grape-plant that we are going to see action." Hototo smiled slightly with anticipation. "Is it true? Do we have a mission?"

Hototo's smile ebbed away. "I am going to need to increase my lance practice sessions. They are dangerously unready."
This was a blatent lie. Hototo drilled his lance relentlessly, and they took pride in being one of the best in the unit. But Hototo would not be satisfied until the could shoot the wings off a horsefly at 50 meters without killing it.

"What do we need to focus on OvKhan? Scouting? Hit and run? There are so many areas we need to practice."

[Zeamass]

Noriyuki winced slightly at Hotato's speach. Hototo's way of speaking had indicated how well the Clan born warrior was integrated with his new life. Fortunetly, war was old hat to Hototo, or Noriyuki would never have let him command a lance.

"We are most likely to be acting as a reserve force to a heavier contingent." The major paused, gathering his thoughts. "Be prepared to act in a cavalry role, but reconnaisance is just as likely. Also be prepared to spend more time in conjunction with Lieutenant Dubuka's forces. Your speed profiles match and you will more than likely be fighting in each other's company."