ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Gojira]

NAUC hates the IZ because they were under their rule once.
The IZ doesn't like NAUC because of NAUC's cavalier attitude towards the rules of war

ah ok

[Ad Bot]

[Gojira]

hey i'm gonna be gone for the day

[Mr. Hurricane]

A guard change happens, I think.

I've been here what, a hour, a few? I don't know.

[Qwepir]

I've been here what, a hour, a few? I don't know.

Though there isn't a clock around, you can tell it's dinner time because the new guard gives you some rations; a canteen and a soulless MRE consisting of meatloaf and hardtack.

[*FacePalm*]

right this'll be a good time to drop in
After a brief tour of the station, I'm let off into my own room; Simply to drop my belongings off so i can head to the mess hall. As I walk down the halls, the talk of the recent mission is noticeable. Hearing the downing of 2 fighters and having everyone else injured dims my morale a bit. I almost feel like being afraid but I known I should be damn well better than that; But before my mind can go on about it, I'm making myself some food because I'm damn hungry. I sit at the table eating away at my food, drowning out the complete silence with my own personal thoughts.

[Mr. Hurricane]

The guard handed me an MRE. It's been a while since I had one. I've never had a Zentrogothic one though. There were no words exchanged in receiving the meal.

I try the meatloaf. It may as well be rubber. Tasteless and dry, probably cooked a decade ago. The hardtack is, as named, hard. Like sheet metal. They should be fixing the ship with this stuff.

There are a couple other packets; salt, pepper, a few which I assume are meal warmers but I neglect to use them.

The canteen has water in it, the ship's every own filtered water from the sea. I can still vaguely taste the neutralizing chemicals.

[Qwepir]

I sit at the table eating away at my food, drowning out the complete silence with my own personal thoughts.

The silence and your concentration are swiftly broken by a technician on break.
: Well hey, looks like Aesthia is already sending out the next wave of drafts already. I hope you know you're supposed to avoid the bullets, we just had to put one of your squadmates' planes out to pasture. The poor thing literally fell apart around him the moment he touched down.

[Operator¹]

Bell wakes up again on a bed in the ship's sick bay, there is a bag of saline and an IV drip hooked up to her right arm, which is also cuffed to the bed. She had blacked out earlier when the medics got to her, and the shrapnel from the A-10 exploding was removed, since she could sit up without feeling the pain of titanium daggers in her back.

[*FacePalm*]

The silence and your concentration are swiftly broken by a technician on break.
: Well hey, looks like Aesthia is already sending out the next wave of drafts already. I hope you know you're supposed to avoid the bullets, we just had to put one of your squadmates' planes out to pasture. The poor thing literally fell apart around him the moment he touched down.

"Well damn, not like I was intending to get shot anyways. Damn shame how that mission went, I hope they all recover from it. Aye aye, who are you, by the way?"

[Qwepir]

which is also cuffed to the bed

One of the doctors comes by to check on you and notices the cuffs.

"[What th- who did this?]"

She locates the person responsible and brings him back to undo the cuffs, chewing him out the whole time.

"[She's our patient first, and prisoner second. What, are you afraid she's going to try to escape? She's not going to just get up and walk out of here with a hole in her chest. And where would she go? We're on a deserted island in the middle of the ocean.]"

You can't tell what she's saying, but she sounds upset. The security officer finishes removing the cuffs.

"[Now apologize to her.]"
"[Sorry.]"
"[No, do it so she can understand you.]"
"...I'm sorry."

"Well damn, not like I was intending to get shot anyways. Damn shame how that mission went, I hope they all recover from it. Aye aye, who are you, by the way?"

: Technician Takamichi. I've been having to clean up the messes your squadmates leave on and in their planes for a while now. If you haven't already met them, I encourage you to steer clear of the husky Deltan fellow. That guy has a terrible temper.

[Operator¹]

"It's fine, I don't have anything against handcuffs if I can move my other arm and sit up."

Bell picked up a cup of water and drank it.

"Oh yeah, did you fish out any other pilots out of the water?"

[Qwepir]

"Oh yeah, did you fish out any other pilots out of the water?"

The doctor shoos the security member off.
"One other. He was uninjured, so he's being kept in the brig now. What's left of it, anyway."

[Mr. Hurricane]

I finish up the meatloaf and wash it down with a sip of water, but not before almost choking on the stuff. I put the bag next to the welded sheet-metal weave door. I take the open package of hardtack and the canteen, and return to the top bunk. I can vaguely smell chemicals used in welding, and the buzzes of such processes can be heard from time to time.

[Operator¹]

"Right, sorry about that."
She looks around the room before resettling her gaze back on the doctor.
"How long do you think my recovery is going to take?"

[Gojira]

I walk into the mess hall, to see what's cooking. Looks like burgers and actually decent french fries.