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Parting Ways
Walking into one of the many small, dimly lit rooms of Initros Border Guard station, A-Dawg threw himself down on the hard fouton at the back of the room. It had been a tough day, after offering SCAR's assistance in the defeat the madman Mogul, and his plot to disrupt the Serco CTC routes, as well as sortieing several rival Itani pilots it was time for a well deserved rest. Resting his eyes, and ordering his bio-engineered muscles to relex he started to drift off... Until the tiny chirp of his onboard comm-chip woke him from his sleep automatically three minutes into R.E.M..
It was a standard Serco Military encrypted signal sent by the headsheds, he propped his head up and decided against it, silently signaling the rooms computer to put his message in audio only. A typical authoratative voice rang through the rooms hidden speakers, it said:
"Commander A-Dawg, thank you for the participation of the Sky Command Assault Regiment in securing the Serco CTC routes from the rogue Itani."
"Heheh, not a problem, sir." A-Dawg replied with a slight grin on his sleepy face. Why would Sky Command send an encrypted signal just to congratulate him though? Surely this was some sort of lead up to a new assignment or something of the sort. "So, whats the news now?"
The voice replied, "You are being reassigned from command of the Sky Command Assault Regiment to command the SMV Prometheus Heavy Assault Cruiser on the Geria/Deneb front. Your expertise and knowledge will be useful in those areas of combat. General Prothenses recommended you himself. Congratulations on your new post commander, be prepared to ship out tomorrow at 14:00 hrs to GR-O4."
"What? General Prothenses? Wait a moment," A-Dawg gave a mental order for the lights to come on full brightness, sat up, and turned on the video monitor inset in the far wall. He brushed some hair off his face and looked the Captain staring back at him through the monitor directly in the eye.
"I've been in command of [SCAR] for over a year now, those men and women are like family to me, I'd give my life for them, as they'd gladly do for me. [SCAR] did start out rough at first but as you can see its turned arou-"
"Listen sir, your orders are to report to GR-O4 for reassignment to the Prometheus. If you would like to take up your orders, which I seriously do not reccomend, try contacting Sky Command itself." The officer leaned forward into the console more relaxed, spoke a fraction quieter and took a more softer tone, "I hear the same story from a lot of unit commanders," his eyes darted back and forth across the screen, "but you'll get used to it, you flyboys always do." and stiffened his back once again. "You'll have until 14:00 tomorrow to appoint your replacement. Sky Command Dispatch, out"
Before A-Dawg could respond the channel closed and the room went dark once again. He layed his head carefully back down on the pillow and rubbed his face, contemplating what just had happened. He had created [SCAR] just over a year ago to combat the Itani menace, the first eight months were rocky, seeing how it went was put on "fringe status" only barely recognized as a branch of the Serco military. Major changes were made, [SCAR] was now stronger than ever, and was only going to keep on strengthening. Now that he would be seperated from his comrades, and they seperated from his newfound leadership he needed to find a replacement, and fast.
Raising the room lights once again, he did a cross system search and found who he sought. A-Dawg openned a video comm-channel to the pilot Viper88. He had been with [SCAR] for almost their entire existance, the two pilots had become friends of sorts somewhat since then. Besides those facts, Viper was a confident leader that had lead [SCAR] in several smaller engagements several times before, and most of all held the respect of the other unit's members just as highly, if not higher than A-Dawg's.
The video screen openned up to bright flashing lights and loud rock music in the background, loud voices could be heard in the distance. A-Dawg felt bad for interrupting Viper's shoreleave in Dantia early, but what had to be done, had to be done. "Viper? Are you there?"
"Hey Dawg!" he partially yelled back to A-Dawg, the young officer's face appeared close to the screen. "What's the deal calling at 01:00 hrs?" he spoke grinning. The grin faded once he saw A-Dawg's tired slumped shoulders and worn out eyes, something was up.
"Viper, I'm being transferred to GR-O4 to take command of the the SMV Prometheus. I'm sending the appropriate documents now for you to take command of [SCAR]. I ship out at 13:00 hrs tomorrow. Good luck with it. They respect you, you'll make a fine leader." A-Dawg spoke somberly.
"What? Why have you been transferred? [SCAR] still needs you!"
"Yeah, it isn't the end of it, I'll come back, just give me some time. Choose your XO's wisely, we don't want to screw up like we did the last few times." A small smile broke about his face.
Viper88 started to say something when A-Dawg cut him off, "And Viper, tell the others I say goodbye, and I'll be back as soon as possible. Make sure you read up on proper command procedures. Don't let anything happen to my lady..." A-Dawg spoke the last bit with a mischevious grin.
Viper grinned back and both young officers pulled a quick salute. Behind Viper the party continued to rage on. "She'll be here and lookin' better than ever when you get back. I'll take good care of her. Viper88 out."
With that the signal went dead, and the room back to blackness. A-Dawg layed down and stretched once again, desperately thinking of a way to plot his return. He wasn't done being the CO of [SCAR] yet. If it took him a year, ten years, he'd return. As the saying went, he brought it into this world, and he was going to see it to the end, his work wasn't complete yet.
OOC: I'm leaving for a month or two, as well as cancelling my subscription for that period of time. I'll probably be back around for August, if not September. Just thought I'd write an RP story to go along with it. See y'awl on the flipside...
It was a standard Serco Military encrypted signal sent by the headsheds, he propped his head up and decided against it, silently signaling the rooms computer to put his message in audio only. A typical authoratative voice rang through the rooms hidden speakers, it said:
"Commander A-Dawg, thank you for the participation of the Sky Command Assault Regiment in securing the Serco CTC routes from the rogue Itani."
"Heheh, not a problem, sir." A-Dawg replied with a slight grin on his sleepy face. Why would Sky Command send an encrypted signal just to congratulate him though? Surely this was some sort of lead up to a new assignment or something of the sort. "So, whats the news now?"
The voice replied, "You are being reassigned from command of the Sky Command Assault Regiment to command the SMV Prometheus Heavy Assault Cruiser on the Geria/Deneb front. Your expertise and knowledge will be useful in those areas of combat. General Prothenses recommended you himself. Congratulations on your new post commander, be prepared to ship out tomorrow at 14:00 hrs to GR-O4."
"What? General Prothenses? Wait a moment," A-Dawg gave a mental order for the lights to come on full brightness, sat up, and turned on the video monitor inset in the far wall. He brushed some hair off his face and looked the Captain staring back at him through the monitor directly in the eye.
"I've been in command of [SCAR] for over a year now, those men and women are like family to me, I'd give my life for them, as they'd gladly do for me. [SCAR] did start out rough at first but as you can see its turned arou-"
"Listen sir, your orders are to report to GR-O4 for reassignment to the Prometheus. If you would like to take up your orders, which I seriously do not reccomend, try contacting Sky Command itself." The officer leaned forward into the console more relaxed, spoke a fraction quieter and took a more softer tone, "I hear the same story from a lot of unit commanders," his eyes darted back and forth across the screen, "but you'll get used to it, you flyboys always do." and stiffened his back once again. "You'll have until 14:00 tomorrow to appoint your replacement. Sky Command Dispatch, out"
Before A-Dawg could respond the channel closed and the room went dark once again. He layed his head carefully back down on the pillow and rubbed his face, contemplating what just had happened. He had created [SCAR] just over a year ago to combat the Itani menace, the first eight months were rocky, seeing how it went was put on "fringe status" only barely recognized as a branch of the Serco military. Major changes were made, [SCAR] was now stronger than ever, and was only going to keep on strengthening. Now that he would be seperated from his comrades, and they seperated from his newfound leadership he needed to find a replacement, and fast.
Raising the room lights once again, he did a cross system search and found who he sought. A-Dawg openned a video comm-channel to the pilot Viper88. He had been with [SCAR] for almost their entire existance, the two pilots had become friends of sorts somewhat since then. Besides those facts, Viper was a confident leader that had lead [SCAR] in several smaller engagements several times before, and most of all held the respect of the other unit's members just as highly, if not higher than A-Dawg's.
The video screen openned up to bright flashing lights and loud rock music in the background, loud voices could be heard in the distance. A-Dawg felt bad for interrupting Viper's shoreleave in Dantia early, but what had to be done, had to be done. "Viper? Are you there?"
"Hey Dawg!" he partially yelled back to A-Dawg, the young officer's face appeared close to the screen. "What's the deal calling at 01:00 hrs?" he spoke grinning. The grin faded once he saw A-Dawg's tired slumped shoulders and worn out eyes, something was up.
"Viper, I'm being transferred to GR-O4 to take command of the the SMV Prometheus. I'm sending the appropriate documents now for you to take command of [SCAR]. I ship out at 13:00 hrs tomorrow. Good luck with it. They respect you, you'll make a fine leader." A-Dawg spoke somberly.
"What? Why have you been transferred? [SCAR] still needs you!"
"Yeah, it isn't the end of it, I'll come back, just give me some time. Choose your XO's wisely, we don't want to screw up like we did the last few times." A small smile broke about his face.
Viper88 started to say something when A-Dawg cut him off, "And Viper, tell the others I say goodbye, and I'll be back as soon as possible. Make sure you read up on proper command procedures. Don't let anything happen to my lady..." A-Dawg spoke the last bit with a mischevious grin.
Viper grinned back and both young officers pulled a quick salute. Behind Viper the party continued to rage on. "She'll be here and lookin' better than ever when you get back. I'll take good care of her. Viper88 out."
With that the signal went dead, and the room back to blackness. A-Dawg layed down and stretched once again, desperately thinking of a way to plot his return. He wasn't done being the CO of [SCAR] yet. If it took him a year, ten years, he'd return. As the saying went, he brought it into this world, and he was going to see it to the end, his work wasn't complete yet.
OOC: I'm leaving for a month or two, as well as cancelling my subscription for that period of time. I'll probably be back around for August, if not September. Just thought I'd write an RP story to go along with it. See y'awl on the flipside...
very nice story, i enjoyed it
Nice story. Enjoy your vacation.
I'll take good care of [SCAR] for ya, A-Dawg.
You can count on me! :)
(BTW have fun)
You can count on me! :)
(BTW have fun)
lol, Lebermac, AKA Viper 88. You WISH, Leebs! :D
-Calder
-Calder
See ya man good luck over there, I wish both of you the best. ;)