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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1522413 times)

: I believe I have told you.
Cualli seems to think. "Oh, right. About your arrival here."

She inspects the component she's working on for several moments before continuing. "You wouldn't be able to help me out around here if you were up in the air, though," she says, smiling.

Faw sits down at the table and sets down his tray of food and cup of tea. He tears open a packet of sugar and pours it into the tea.

Faw's got puddles under his eyes, and a thin rough stubble of hair around his chin and upper lip. The harsh fluorescent lighting of the mess hall accentuates every wrinkle and crease of his face, and he looks as pale as milk in the white light. The upper button of his uniform is open, and it doesn't seem to be tucked into his pants either. If he were in the Army, he'd get one hell of a verbal beatdown for his appearance.

He stirs the tea around a bit and takes a glance at his tray. Not much on it, he got the bare minimum. On his plate are two slices of rye bread and a tin of pickled herring in sour cream.
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Gus absorbs the conversation thoughtfully while eating.

He looks to Musashi.

"You're incredibly selfless," he comments.
He nods in agreement at the statement.

"And if there's anything we can do, feel free to ask. It's the least we can offer."
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"Since a couple months before Taiton. So, not terribly long compared to you."

Tippy lightens up a little bit knowing she's in the same boat as a bunch of other people.

"Bah. Sorry for being such a fuddy duddy. Keeping it in though just isn't the best. Thanks for listening to my griping."

Jaakko looks to his food.

"Gods' blessings to the people who kept you out of a POW camp. I can't imagine the stroke some of those HiCom guys or presidential advisors would have if they knew a Deltan pilot was allowed to stay on our airbase," Jaakko says.

He looks to Musashi.

"You're incredibly selfless," he comments.
: Well, it would not be the worst living arrangement I have had to live in.
: Trust me, I think you'll like Kintharia more than you would a prison camp.

Gus absorbs the conversation thoughtfully while eating.
He nods in agreement at the statement.

"And if there's anything we can do, feel free to ask. It's the least we can offer."
Coaxoch nods in silent acknowledgement.

Cualli seems to think. "Oh, right. About your arrival here."

She inspects the component she's working on for several moments before continuing. "You wouldn't be able to help me out around here if you were up in the air, though," she says, smiling.
: That is true.

Faw sits down at the table and sets down his tray of food and cup of tea. He tears open a packet of sugar and pours it into the tea.

Faw's got puddles under his eyes, and a thin rough stubble of hair around his chin and upper lip. The harsh fluorescent lighting of the mess hall accentuates every wrinkle and crease of his face, and he looks as pale as milk in the white light. The upper button of his uniform is open, and it doesn't seem to be tucked into his pants either. If he were in the Army, he'd get one hell of a verbal beatdown for his appearance.

He stirs the tea around a bit and takes a glance at his tray. Not much on it, he got the bare minimum. On his plate are two slices of rye bread and a tin of pickled herring in sour cream.
Xiaomei looks Faw over.
: You look like stuff. What happened?

"Since a couple months before Taiton. So, not terribly long compared to you."
: Is that it? I mean, is that your entire flying career?

Tippy lightens up a little bit knowing she's in the same boat as a bunch of other people.

"Bah. Sorry for being such a fuddy duddy. Keeping it in though just isn't the best. Thanks for listening to my griping."
: It helps to talk about it. I think so, anyway.

"He's an interesting case so to say, by draining I mean it's all around but it's just reassuring to just see someone for once show they're enjoying themselves."


"What happened to your copilot? I think it was you who brought him with you? I think his name started with a T or a P or something," Jaakko asks.

He looks at Coaxoch briefly as he delivers the question, then immediately goes back to picking apart his food, still a bit uncomfortable with the formerly hostile pilot.
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: That is true.
Cualli works in near silence for a while (aside from asking Elu to hand her tools or hold something for her) before she speaks again. "How's it feel for you to be the only one of your kind around here? Especially the only aware member of your kind."

Gus sets down his silverware and stretches the joints in his hands a few times, working his jaw slightly with a look of faint concern.

"Yes. Before you say anything, I know I'm a stuffty pilot. Lucky, perhaps, given I'm still alive, but still stuffty."
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"He's an interesting case so to say, by draining I mean it's all around but it's just reassuring to just see someone for once show they're enjoying themselves."
: Oh, I get it. You just meant the mood in general.

"What happened to your copilot? I think it was you who brought him with you? I think his name started with a T or a P or something," Jaakko asks.

He looks at Coaxoch briefly as he delivers the question, then immediately goes back to picking apart his food, still a bit uncomfortable with the formerly hostile pilot.
: Who, Adrian? The Imperium took him back after we shut down the traitor admiral. My guess is that they did not want to continue with mixed-nation squadrons after we lost control of our navy.

Cualli works in near silence for a while (aside from asking Elu to hand her tools or hold something for her) before she speaks again. "How's it feel for you to be the only one of your kind around here? Especially the only aware member of your kind."
: I would not know. It has been years since I have been around any other robots, so I cannot draw comparisons.

"Yes. Before you say anything, I know I'm a stuffty pilot. Lucky, perhaps, given I'm still alive, but still stuffty."
He doesn't say anything.

: I would not know. It has been years since I have been around any other robots, so I cannot draw comparisons.
"Do you miss their company?"

Yui lets the conversation end there, now feeling pretty bad about herself, not to mention awkward as hell.
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"Huh," Jaakko responds, "I don't know his name, I think he was Imperial."

He pauses.

"That was probably him,"

And again.

"What do you do all day? You don't get deployed anymore,"
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