OOC:Well, here's my shoe back in the door. Enjoy.
IC:
Jezebel leaned against the imposing bulk of Quigley's Valhalla Maiden . The former pirate queen looked at the bustle Malaga Base had been thrown into. With the multitude of factions involved and panic of encroaching Rheinlanders, it was only the officers in this flimsy confederation that kept all of it from dissolving into chaos and anarchy.
She was without a ship. She looked at the Valkyrie Advanced she leaned one, which was convienently pilot less. She considered just stealing it; she hated staying here, useless. She sighed and pushed off the Valk. She pointed herself towards the medwing and pushed through jostling crowd. She couldn't believe she was going to ask Quigley's permission to steal his ship. Her time with these idealists was making her soft.
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A few minutes later, Jezebel was giving way to stretchers at the door to the medwing. The evacuation had put a priority on getting those who could be moved out first. Jezebel edged along the wall until she was past the flood of injured and at Quigley's door. Two Kusari women stood outside the door in the traditional battle armor of the Golden Chrysanthemums. One was obviously bodyguard for the other woman, really a young girl. Jezebel recognized the girl from May's briefing and Quigley's visitors; the girl was the GC's empress-in-training.
The Kusari woman watched Jezebel. She gave nod to the Empress, and a watchful glance to the bodyguard. She moved past them to open Quigley's door when the bodyguard put her arm in Jezebel's way. The Kusari said calmly and quietly, "You cannot enter."
Jezebel gave the guard another cool look. "I'm going. Just get out of my way, Amazon."
From the other side of the door, Quigley gave a muffled shout. "You sure as hell ain't coming in here!"
Jezebel raised an eyebrow and was rewarded with a giggle from the pint-sized monarch. Jezebel looked down at the girl. She was all smiles and covering her giggle with a dainty hand. "I am sorry, Miss Meriwether. Rioako is not much of a conversationalist. Captain Quigley is perfectly fine. He is just changing clothes. I doubt he'd appreciate you barging in the middle of it."
"NO, I WOULD NOT!" Quigley yelled back. The empress laughed as did Jezebel. The door opened, and Quigley stood in the doorway.
Jezebel's eyes went wide, and she chuckled. "You're out of uniform, Pointer."
Quigley rolled his eyes. True enough, Quigley was not in his traditional Liberty uniform disgraced or not, maybe for the first time in nearly five years. Jezebel looked over Quigley now in awe. "Kusari armor? I saw this stuff on the Naval pilots our guys caught on long hauls into Shikoku. You look absurd!" Jezebel doubled over in laughter.
Quigley snorted as the Empress started giggling along with Jezebel. Rioako was even smiling. He looked down at the armor. It was basically a flight suit with stylized Kusari armor plating down chest, in a short skirt on the thighs, and then covering the upper arms and lower legs. He frowned. "I think I look spiffy in it. And hey, it does come with a knife."
Quigley pulled the tanto knife slightly out of its scabbard and pushed it back in. Slightly below the tanto was Quigley's Duamann needler. The holster was reversed so the grip pointed forward and the weapon would be drawn across the body. Jezebel smiled. "Okay, I'll concede you that. All the Lib uniform got you was that cruddy Detroit blaster. So what are you getting all dressed up for? I thought you were going out on a stretcher."
Quigley stepped aside. Behind him lay a medtech atop a stretcher with his pants down around his ankles. Matthew shrugged. "He came with the stretcher but decided he'd rather use it. I was about to relieve him of his pants when her Highness came to me with this new uniform and a proposal since Mu flight went out on its own."
Jezebel smiled. "That being?"
Quigley stepped out of the room and held up a finger to Jezebel. He grabbed the armor of a passing medic. "Hey, someone attacked and bludgeoned a medic in there. Make sure he gets out."
The medic looked over Quigley's shoulder and whistled to another medic. Both of them went in to attend to the hapless tech. Quigley grinned at Jezebel and walked into the crowd. Jezebel and the two GC members followed closely behind Quigley. He turned his head back towards Jezebel and explained as they went.
"I was in the midst of robbing the tech of his pants when Empress Shuyaza came in..."
The Empress giggled. "In the process getting a very good view of Quigley-san's rear in a hospital gown."
Quigley looked down at the monarch with an annoyed expression. He rolled his eyes. "Anyways...it appears that in the rushed evac, many of the factions and pilots weren't briefed on the flight plans and the logistics of getting it on the nav comps of hundreds of different types of jury rigged, modified, and manufactured ships would be nearly impossible."
Quigley gave way to a badly burned man in the garb of the GMG. "To simplify everything, May asked the Blood Dragons and GC to escort and evac convoys to Kyoto. The Empress asked me to lead one of the GC flights. I know the area from my work at Ainu, and recent events have given me a lot of respect among many groups."
Quigley got them out of the medwing bustle and directed them to the bay with the Maiden in it. Jezebel frowned. "Well, I guess you need your ship then, Pointer."
Quigley raised an eyebrow. "I thought Jimmy and you got your ship repaired."
Jezebel rolled her eyes. "The engines fused on a test, and Jimmy was already putting together his new ship. I'm grounded."
"Hey, my ship's got a back seat. You can pony with me."
Jezebel sighed and was about to reply when the little monarch spoke up. "Miss Meriwether, you fly a Hawk, yes? My Rioako can give hers up for you." The tall Rioako looked unhappy. "She's a better pilot than you, and I'm a better pilot than you. You can protect me from my backseat." The bodyguard was placated but still unhappy.
Jezebel looked down at the Empress in slight state of shock. “I-I-I…thank you, your majesty.”
Empress Shuyaza smiled. “I have no doubt that you would be much more useful to us behind the stick of a fighter. You will like this ship…very much.” The teenager added with a grin.
Jezebel smiled widely. “Oh?”
Rioako snorted at the butcher block talk about her ship. “GC Falcon, the ship of a handmaiden. Five Suncannon Cs and a Flashpoint turret. Wasp cruise disruptors and Driller mines. And a Protector shield.”
Jezebel was smiling very widely visualizing this ship. Quigley was now standing next to his Maiden . The pirate woman smiled to Shuyaza and Rioako. “That’s incredible! I’ll steal it from you if you’re not careful. Where is it?”
Shuyaza chuckled. “It is in a small hangar used by the GC. Follow us. Quigley-san, we’ll meet you in space.”
Quigley nodded and tossed a salute to the Empress. “Your ronin will be waiting.”
The Empress smiled mischieviously. “No, Quigley-san, has no lord and is adrift in the sea of life. With that uniform and the proposal went a new title, samurai.”
Quigley narrowed his eyes and grinned. “You’ve been waiting for years to do that, haven’t you?”
The little royal smiled and shrugged and led the other two ladies off around the Maiden ’s nose towards the GC bay. The three woman hadn’t gotten far when a yell came from the other side of the Valk. “Okay! Who put a scantily-clad Valkyrie on the nose of my ship?!” The hangar exploded into laughter. Jezebel was laughing the hardest. The GC were laughing but suspected that ex-Xeno had something to do with this. Quigley’s voice rose again. “The red hair, green eyes, and face are a dead ringer for Rach…Lieutenant Lyta…photorealistic, but how in God’s name did get the rest of her right…I mean…damn!” The hangar burst into more laughter. This time Jezebel had to lean on a bulkhead to keep from falling over. She might be have been ship less, she might be going soft, but she had lost her sense of humor.
jedierrant
Saving damsels in distress,
Defending the defenseless,
Fighting for the underdog,
Don Quixote in an X-wing.
To err is human,
To errant is my guiding light.
Edited by - jedierrant on 5/25/2004 7:52:40 PM
IC:
Jezebel leaned against the imposing bulk of Quigley's Valhalla Maiden . The former pirate queen looked at the bustle Malaga Base had been thrown into. With the multitude of factions involved and panic of encroaching Rheinlanders, it was only the officers in this flimsy confederation that kept all of it from dissolving into chaos and anarchy.
She was without a ship. She looked at the Valkyrie Advanced she leaned one, which was convienently pilot less. She considered just stealing it; she hated staying here, useless. She sighed and pushed off the Valk. She pointed herself towards the medwing and pushed through jostling crowd. She couldn't believe she was going to ask Quigley's permission to steal his ship. Her time with these idealists was making her soft.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A few minutes later, Jezebel was giving way to stretchers at the door to the medwing. The evacuation had put a priority on getting those who could be moved out first. Jezebel edged along the wall until she was past the flood of injured and at Quigley's door. Two Kusari women stood outside the door in the traditional battle armor of the Golden Chrysanthemums. One was obviously bodyguard for the other woman, really a young girl. Jezebel recognized the girl from May's briefing and Quigley's visitors; the girl was the GC's empress-in-training.
The Kusari woman watched Jezebel. She gave nod to the Empress, and a watchful glance to the bodyguard. She moved past them to open Quigley's door when the bodyguard put her arm in Jezebel's way. The Kusari said calmly and quietly, "You cannot enter."
Jezebel gave the guard another cool look. "I'm going. Just get out of my way, Amazon."
From the other side of the door, Quigley gave a muffled shout. "You sure as hell ain't coming in here!"
Jezebel raised an eyebrow and was rewarded with a giggle from the pint-sized monarch. Jezebel looked down at the girl. She was all smiles and covering her giggle with a dainty hand. "I am sorry, Miss Meriwether. Rioako is not much of a conversationalist. Captain Quigley is perfectly fine. He is just changing clothes. I doubt he'd appreciate you barging in the middle of it."
"NO, I WOULD NOT!" Quigley yelled back. The empress laughed as did Jezebel. The door opened, and Quigley stood in the doorway.
Jezebel's eyes went wide, and she chuckled. "You're out of uniform, Pointer."
Quigley rolled his eyes. True enough, Quigley was not in his traditional Liberty uniform disgraced or not, maybe for the first time in nearly five years. Jezebel looked over Quigley now in awe. "Kusari armor? I saw this stuff on the Naval pilots our guys caught on long hauls into Shikoku. You look absurd!" Jezebel doubled over in laughter.
Quigley snorted as the Empress started giggling along with Jezebel. Rioako was even smiling. He looked down at the armor. It was basically a flight suit with stylized Kusari armor plating down chest, in a short skirt on the thighs, and then covering the upper arms and lower legs. He frowned. "I think I look spiffy in it. And hey, it does come with a knife."
Quigley pulled the tanto knife slightly out of its scabbard and pushed it back in. Slightly below the tanto was Quigley's Duamann needler. The holster was reversed so the grip pointed forward and the weapon would be drawn across the body. Jezebel smiled. "Okay, I'll concede you that. All the Lib uniform got you was that cruddy Detroit blaster. So what are you getting all dressed up for? I thought you were going out on a stretcher."
Quigley stepped aside. Behind him lay a medtech atop a stretcher with his pants down around his ankles. Matthew shrugged. "He came with the stretcher but decided he'd rather use it. I was about to relieve him of his pants when her Highness came to me with this new uniform and a proposal since Mu flight went out on its own."
Jezebel smiled. "That being?"
Quigley stepped out of the room and held up a finger to Jezebel. He grabbed the armor of a passing medic. "Hey, someone attacked and bludgeoned a medic in there. Make sure he gets out."
The medic looked over Quigley's shoulder and whistled to another medic. Both of them went in to attend to the hapless tech. Quigley grinned at Jezebel and walked into the crowd. Jezebel and the two GC members followed closely behind Quigley. He turned his head back towards Jezebel and explained as they went.
"I was in the midst of robbing the tech of his pants when Empress Shuyaza came in..."
The Empress giggled. "In the process getting a very good view of Quigley-san's rear in a hospital gown."
Quigley looked down at the monarch with an annoyed expression. He rolled his eyes. "Anyways...it appears that in the rushed evac, many of the factions and pilots weren't briefed on the flight plans and the logistics of getting it on the nav comps of hundreds of different types of jury rigged, modified, and manufactured ships would be nearly impossible."
Quigley gave way to a badly burned man in the garb of the GMG. "To simplify everything, May asked the Blood Dragons and GC to escort and evac convoys to Kyoto. The Empress asked me to lead one of the GC flights. I know the area from my work at Ainu, and recent events have given me a lot of respect among many groups."
Quigley got them out of the medwing bustle and directed them to the bay with the Maiden in it. Jezebel frowned. "Well, I guess you need your ship then, Pointer."
Quigley raised an eyebrow. "I thought Jimmy and you got your ship repaired."
Jezebel rolled her eyes. "The engines fused on a test, and Jimmy was already putting together his new ship. I'm grounded."
"Hey, my ship's got a back seat. You can pony with me."
Jezebel sighed and was about to reply when the little monarch spoke up. "Miss Meriwether, you fly a Hawk, yes? My Rioako can give hers up for you." The tall Rioako looked unhappy. "She's a better pilot than you, and I'm a better pilot than you. You can protect me from my backseat." The bodyguard was placated but still unhappy.
Jezebel looked down at the Empress in slight state of shock. “I-I-I…thank you, your majesty.”
Empress Shuyaza smiled. “I have no doubt that you would be much more useful to us behind the stick of a fighter. You will like this ship…very much.” The teenager added with a grin.
Jezebel smiled widely. “Oh?”
Rioako snorted at the butcher block talk about her ship. “GC Falcon, the ship of a handmaiden. Five Suncannon Cs and a Flashpoint turret. Wasp cruise disruptors and Driller mines. And a Protector shield.”
Jezebel was smiling very widely visualizing this ship. Quigley was now standing next to his Maiden . The pirate woman smiled to Shuyaza and Rioako. “That’s incredible! I’ll steal it from you if you’re not careful. Where is it?”
Shuyaza chuckled. “It is in a small hangar used by the GC. Follow us. Quigley-san, we’ll meet you in space.”
Quigley nodded and tossed a salute to the Empress. “Your ronin will be waiting.”
The Empress smiled mischieviously. “No, Quigley-san, has no lord and is adrift in the sea of life. With that uniform and the proposal went a new title, samurai.”
Quigley narrowed his eyes and grinned. “You’ve been waiting for years to do that, haven’t you?”
The little royal smiled and shrugged and led the other two ladies off around the Maiden ’s nose towards the GC bay. The three woman hadn’t gotten far when a yell came from the other side of the Valk. “Okay! Who put a scantily-clad Valkyrie on the nose of my ship?!” The hangar exploded into laughter. Jezebel was laughing the hardest. The GC were laughing but suspected that ex-Xeno had something to do with this. Quigley’s voice rose again. “The red hair, green eyes, and face are a dead ringer for Rach…Lieutenant Lyta…photorealistic, but how in God’s name did get the rest of her right…I mean…damn!” The hangar burst into more laughter. This time Jezebel had to lean on a bulkhead to keep from falling over. She might be have been ship less, she might be going soft, but she had lost her sense of humor.
jedierrant
Saving damsels in distress,
Defending the defenseless,
Fighting for the underdog,
Don Quixote in an X-wing.
To err is human,
To errant is my guiding light.
Edited by - jedierrant on 5/25/2004 7:52:40 PM