Xia Igarashi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
unbr8kable) wrote2016-11-15 08:37 pm
unbr8kable) wrote2016-11-15 08:37 pm
first sortie.
[Six hours previous, everything had been so much simpler. The Eta cohort had made it to live combat training, out in one of the few areas the Tenno had claimed back from the invaders. Xia had been vibrating the whole day, grinning wide as she suited up in the boring steel training mech (hers would be blue, she decided, or maybe black, with bold red stripes on the limbs) and deployed to the field, not even cracking on Wimperson, the Support (not his real name, but it may as well have been).
The Heralds didn't come up on radar until they were practically on top of the trainees. Maybe if there'd been more lead time, it would've been less of a shitshow, but who the hell knows.
The grimy details aren't important, but they aren't great. Damage to all suits, with two damaged beyond repair; the Leader froze under pressure, the Shadow couldn't keep up with the speedy Heralds. Wimperson actually came through. Johnson the Medic went down right there, in front of them.
Xia and Jacob have only just gotten out of their debriefing, another unexpected first for the day.
She and Jacob did good, Xia knows. They kept their heads, were barely hurt, they moved together well. "You'll make a good team," Corporal Kuwahara tells them before turning towards the medical ward to check on Johnson's surgery. "Go get some rest."
But no, rest is pretty much the opposite of what they need right now, Xia thinks. She turns to Jacob, giving her best attempt at a normal expression.]
Wanna get out of here?
The Heralds didn't come up on radar until they were practically on top of the trainees. Maybe if there'd been more lead time, it would've been less of a shitshow, but who the hell knows.
The grimy details aren't important, but they aren't great. Damage to all suits, with two damaged beyond repair; the Leader froze under pressure, the Shadow couldn't keep up with the speedy Heralds. Wimperson actually came through. Johnson the Medic went down right there, in front of them.
Xia and Jacob have only just gotten out of their debriefing, another unexpected first for the day.
She and Jacob did good, Xia knows. They kept their heads, were barely hurt, they moved together well. "You'll make a good team," Corporal Kuwahara tells them before turning towards the medical ward to check on Johnson's surgery. "Go get some rest."
But no, rest is pretty much the opposite of what they need right now, Xia thinks. She turns to Jacob, giving her best attempt at a normal expression.]
Wanna get out of here?
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[He thinks it over - thinks of the number of people he's actually seen laugh that hard. Well, it's possible, so...]
I guess they could.
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...Let's just look at the sunrise.
[it IS quite nice]
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Hey, scoot over.
[Makes flappy hand motions to the effect of those-sandbags-you're-lying-against-look-like-prime-sunrise-viewing-real-estate-how-bout-sharing.]
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[she scoots over readily, though, and the sandbags are "comfortable" in their own way]
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[This innocent grin would be a lot more effective if he hadn't just totally done exactly that. Still, when he flops down next to her, the experience is tickle-free.]
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[which is obviously why after yawning she settles closer, comfortable]
...We probably can't get away with ditching the morning meeting, can we?
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[Yawns, himself, and just goes ahead and leans on her. :|b]
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Don't fall asleep then, okay?
[this statement might hold more weight if she didn't sound as if she were drifting off herself]
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[But he's nestling down like he's getting ready to call it a day.]
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[it HAS been quite an eventful day, after all. Surely it would not be a problem to close their eyes for like. 5 seconds.]
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[5 seconds were 5 too many.]