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Who: Captain Harlock, Nill.
Where: Elysium + Terra.
When: Morning - early afternoon.
Summary: Rude awakenings lead to epic and unneeded rescues.
Rating: PG-13. Some swearing and violence. Overall derpness of Nill.
Other: Makes sense in log.
Harlock could not stand to sleep anywhere but inside the cabin of the ARCADIA. Cramped as it was with his feet resting on the side and back curled in a position that otherwise would give others great pains in the morning, he found true peace. No desire to be "grounded" anymore than he had to be. If he could somehow made it so that his ship always flew in the sky, he would. It was a shame that the remote that he had to control his ship unmanned could not be put on some auto-pilot. Not control in the remote to be able to have it act completely as it would if he were personally flying it, but enough to intimidate someone and fire a missile or two. Only so much that a person could do with it, anyway.
Perhaps, he would ask for more modifications from a certain mechanic. The idea of flying free fell short when he had to keep resting on a land that he had yet to see as righteous, good. At least not in the eye that still could look into the present and wish for a better future. Feeling just a little defeated in his efforts or no, he would keep fighting as he was. Even if it was only making a small dent in the lives of the few. Those few might be able to pass on the idea of justice to others. Carry on the ideas until they become actuality for everyone. Good thought in theory but it made his dreams at night seem less bleak. (That was when they were not replaying memories from lives of man he knew he was not.)
Thankfully, his dreams of that morning were free of such historical inaccuracies. Just the sweet promise of a better future for the city laid in front of his unconscious self, which was soon disturbed by the screeching sound of a missle being launched -- piercing the morning air with sound of imminent destruction followed the roof hanger in which the ARCADIA rested exploding. Debris fell from above to crash all around his ship, causing the chopper to tremble and lurch in horrible ways that forced Harlock to tumble out of his uncomfortable -- yet somehow comforting -- sleeping position. Waking him further in case he wanted to play the sound of the destruction off as his dream. Is the TURK hanger under an attack!?
He threw himself forward to the cockpit of the ARCADIA intending to take the enemies on himself, if he must. However, he was unable to when his ship suddenly began to wobble and fall on its side -- causing the gungho captain to crash into the side of it. Harlock landed on the cabin door, as the glass from the window broke slightly. Not enough to shatter under his weight and thankfully breaking his fall, but that did not make the experience any less painful. His shoulder screamed in pain from the collision but he would not let that be the end of it. He hated to do it, but there was no other choice. Swinging his cape back, he pulled the gun from its hoister. Five shots were fired -- shattering the window the opposite cabin door of the helicopter.
Pushing himself up so that he could stand on the partially broken window that had broken his fall, he could feel it start to give way as he put pressure on the cracks. But it did not give way until he launched himself off and through the opposite window that he had purposely broken. His arms and legs were cut from the broken glass as the hole that he made was relatively small. Still, he was out of the ARCADIA and now in the hanger. He could face his enemy head-on and make them pay for what they had done to his ship. It was then that he noticed that there were no enemies. The missile that had fired and created the makeshift sunroof had been from his own ship. Blasphemy. She would not betray me like this--
It was then that he remembered the second remote for his beloved ship. That rested in the hands of a certain Terra-dwelling mechanic. Spanner. The name echoed in his mind in a quiet, reflective manner. Not one filled with anger or hate despite what had just happened. Was this some cry for help? Declaration for battle? Pulling his cape closer around him, he hid the cuts and bruises that he received from the malfunctioning of the ARCADIA as he started to make his way towards the elevator to pay a visit to his old friend. He realized that there would be some explaining that he had to do about what had happened to Reno and perhaps the people of Elysium if his chopper had somehow frightened them. But he could not do that until he knew what had happened. Normally, he was a patient man and would wait for someone to explain these things to him, but not when his one and only treasure in the universe was threatened.
And so, it seemed he would have to go and find out these answers for himself.
Where: Elysium + Terra.
When: Morning - early afternoon.
Summary: Rude awakenings lead to epic and unneeded rescues.
Rating: PG-13. Some swearing and violence. Overall derpness of Nill.
Other: Makes sense in log.
Harlock could not stand to sleep anywhere but inside the cabin of the ARCADIA. Cramped as it was with his feet resting on the side and back curled in a position that otherwise would give others great pains in the morning, he found true peace. No desire to be "grounded" anymore than he had to be. If he could somehow made it so that his ship always flew in the sky, he would. It was a shame that the remote that he had to control his ship unmanned could not be put on some auto-pilot. Not control in the remote to be able to have it act completely as it would if he were personally flying it, but enough to intimidate someone and fire a missile or two. Only so much that a person could do with it, anyway.
Perhaps, he would ask for more modifications from a certain mechanic. The idea of flying free fell short when he had to keep resting on a land that he had yet to see as righteous, good. At least not in the eye that still could look into the present and wish for a better future. Feeling just a little defeated in his efforts or no, he would keep fighting as he was. Even if it was only making a small dent in the lives of the few. Those few might be able to pass on the idea of justice to others. Carry on the ideas until they become actuality for everyone. Good thought in theory but it made his dreams at night seem less bleak. (That was when they were not replaying memories from lives of man he knew he was not.)
Thankfully, his dreams of that morning were free of such historical inaccuracies. Just the sweet promise of a better future for the city laid in front of his unconscious self, which was soon disturbed by the screeching sound of a missle being launched -- piercing the morning air with sound of imminent destruction followed the roof hanger in which the ARCADIA rested exploding. Debris fell from above to crash all around his ship, causing the chopper to tremble and lurch in horrible ways that forced Harlock to tumble out of his uncomfortable -- yet somehow comforting -- sleeping position. Waking him further in case he wanted to play the sound of the destruction off as his dream. Is the TURK hanger under an attack!?
He threw himself forward to the cockpit of the ARCADIA intending to take the enemies on himself, if he must. However, he was unable to when his ship suddenly began to wobble and fall on its side -- causing the gungho captain to crash into the side of it. Harlock landed on the cabin door, as the glass from the window broke slightly. Not enough to shatter under his weight and thankfully breaking his fall, but that did not make the experience any less painful. His shoulder screamed in pain from the collision but he would not let that be the end of it. He hated to do it, but there was no other choice. Swinging his cape back, he pulled the gun from its hoister. Five shots were fired -- shattering the window the opposite cabin door of the helicopter.
Pushing himself up so that he could stand on the partially broken window that had broken his fall, he could feel it start to give way as he put pressure on the cracks. But it did not give way until he launched himself off and through the opposite window that he had purposely broken. His arms and legs were cut from the broken glass as the hole that he made was relatively small. Still, he was out of the ARCADIA and now in the hanger. He could face his enemy head-on and make them pay for what they had done to his ship. It was then that he noticed that there were no enemies. The missile that had fired and created the makeshift sunroof had been from his own ship. Blasphemy. She would not betray me like this--
It was then that he remembered the second remote for his beloved ship. That rested in the hands of a certain Terra-dwelling mechanic. Spanner. The name echoed in his mind in a quiet, reflective manner. Not one filled with anger or hate despite what had just happened. Was this some cry for help? Declaration for battle? Pulling his cape closer around him, he hid the cuts and bruises that he received from the malfunctioning of the ARCADIA as he started to make his way towards the elevator to pay a visit to his old friend. He realized that there would be some explaining that he had to do about what had happened to Reno and perhaps the people of Elysium if his chopper had somehow frightened them. But he could not do that until he knew what had happened. Normally, he was a patient man and would wait for someone to explain these things to him, but not when his one and only treasure in the universe was threatened.
And so, it seemed he would have to go and find out these answers for himself.