Base Camp: Day Onean_alpha_wolfAugust 24 2012, 02:22:26 UTC
When all was said and done, newly allied Wolves and Siberian guerillas were ordered to get a few hours rest before action in the morning. Lookouts and patrols were set up.
The Wolves slept close to their mechs and elemental armor in the cold hangars, often together under large blankets for warmth, elementals like hibernating bears, aerospace pilots like burrowing little snow-weasels that hogged more than their share of the covers. Some where still up, sitting around a heater with some of the locals. Elite, vat-bred Warriors chewed the fat and passed around vodka with hard bitten Russian hillbillies. Later, social tensions would undoubtedly emerge but for that moment things seemed to be going just fine.
Used to a generally docile populace, noone had been assigned to keep public order, save for announcements that the Railway stores were open and they could take any non-military items they wanted.
Re: Base Camp: Day Onean_alpha_wolfAugust 24 2012, 03:10:36 UTC
Around the heater, the mixed group of Wolves and Siberians noted her approach. 'Big Sis...' was murmured by several of them, the appelation that had spread around the domes. Some of the Wolves asked what a 'big sis' was and had to have it explained to them.
Resnick finished his slug of the firewater and offered it to her, silently but with a smile.
"An auspicious start, quiaff? The people here seem to hold you in high esteem."
He knew her pride was almost as great as his, and before anything else, it would have to be appeased after he'd pulled her ass out of the fire earlier that day. Not her fault, he thought. You could not account for every wagging tongue in that kind of operation and that was why he preferred to stay clear of it altogether if he could.
He didn't think much of her distance at first. After all, everyone was exhausted. The only evidence of the clanner general disregard for privacy was how some of them were sleeping heaped on top of each other for warmth.
"We have learned. Though perhaps we should be more wary...no clansman would open fire on another while they were asleep. The Railway has no such honor."
That was greeted with general agreement and recall of some of the dirty tricks the Railway had pulled in the past, mostly true, though drunken hyperbole was beginning to show up. Across the rough bark, his hand sought hers, unaware...
Resnick looked surprised, not hurt yet, but wondering what the deal could be. Perhaps, he thought, she was misinterpreting that as a desire to copulate, something he was far too exhausted for.
"Some did. Gainer Sanga obsessively played his simulator for a while until someone dragged him off. We defeated Kashmir in Alaska, from which we claimed three pieces of isorla." Read: The Terrible Trio, who were clearly not well liked around these parts and thus best left as implication. "I think you will like. Then enemies from my own time showed up in New York, the Word Of Blake. We drove them off, at cost to ourselves."
No mention of Micheal. He didn't know what to say about that. The man had buried himself in his work and was usually unfindable.
Resnick took the vodka and said goodnight to his comrades, old and new. He walked with her into the cold air, where lights showed frightened faces, flickering bonfires around which the more gleeful and bold were dancing, drinking and kissing too.
"The isorla are named Keijinan, Enge and Jaboli. They are on the dropship now." Read: Under guard in case Adette overestimated their character and they try to make a break for the Railway. "What did you want to show me?" He stuck his hands into his pockets too, stiff from hours at the controls.
'Terrible' was right. He was glad to hand them off to her. "It was after your last transmission. I did not want to risk another one so soon..." And from what Ranna said, she certainly didn't seem in the mood to be bothered more than once.
It was certainly a tense atmosphere, but a slowly unwinding one. The oppression of living under a dictatorship (albeit a bumbling one) was being slowly replaced by that of war.
He handed her the vodka. Already it was starting to glow warm in his stomach.
"You poor thing." He said, remembering the Refusal War, so recent and yet somehow acquiring the luster of age in memory, when he'd gone without any kind of indulgence for six months. He liked this side of her better anyway, the competent HBIC. Maybe she'd learn to handle the bottle as recreation and not as crutch though, now that she was home.
Already exaggerated sloppiness was overtaking her. But he wasn't fooled. He'd just seen the aspect of her that she never showed on the Chalice. If they ever made it back, they'd never believe it.
He followed, buzzed himself, and leaped the half-wall. He was fascinated by her and her brothers, the way they interacted. It was like and yet unlike a sibko. Instead of a constantly shifting hierarchy of dozens of little brats, it was relatively small and contained and everyone clearly both deferred to (to an extent) and looked up to her. The resemblance was clear too...though she'd clearly gotten most of the sexy genes, he thought to himself.
'Illustrious benefactor' would technically be Ranna, but he found himself liking the sound of it. "I see I am just in time for the celebration." He said. "This place is looking better already."
The Wolves slept close to their mechs and elemental armor in the cold hangars, often together under large blankets for warmth, elementals like hibernating bears, aerospace pilots like burrowing little snow-weasels that hogged more than their share of the covers. Some where still up, sitting around a heater with some of the locals. Elite, vat-bred Warriors chewed the fat and passed around vodka with hard bitten Russian hillbillies. Later, social tensions would undoubtedly emerge but for that moment things seemed to be going just fine.
Used to a generally docile populace, noone had been assigned to keep public order, save for announcements that the Railway stores were open and they could take any non-military items they wanted.
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Resnick finished his slug of the firewater and offered it to her, silently but with a smile.
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He knew her pride was almost as great as his, and before anything else, it would have to be appeased after he'd pulled her ass out of the fire earlier that day. Not her fault, he thought. You could not account for every wagging tongue in that kind of operation and that was why he preferred to stay clear of it altogether if he could.
He didn't think much of her distance at first. After all, everyone was exhausted. The only evidence of the clanner general disregard for privacy was how some of them were sleeping heaped on top of each other for warmth.
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That was greeted with general agreement and recall of some of the dirty tricks the Railway had pulled in the past, mostly true, though drunken hyperbole was beginning to show up. Across the rough bark, his hand sought hers, unaware...
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"Some did. Gainer Sanga obsessively played his simulator for a while until someone dragged him off. We defeated Kashmir in Alaska, from which we claimed three pieces of isorla." Read: The Terrible Trio, who were clearly not well liked around these parts and thus best left as implication. "I think you will like. Then enemies from my own time showed up in New York, the Word Of Blake. We drove them off, at cost to ourselves."
No mention of Micheal. He didn't know what to say about that. The man had buried himself in his work and was usually unfindable.
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"The isorla are named Keijinan, Enge and Jaboli. They are on the dropship now." Read: Under guard in case Adette overestimated their character and they try to make a break for the Railway. "What did you want to show me?" He stuck his hands into his pockets too, stiff from hours at the controls.
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It was certainly a tense atmosphere, but a slowly unwinding one. The oppression of living under a dictatorship (albeit a bumbling one) was being slowly replaced by that of war.
He handed her the vodka. Already it was starting to glow warm in his stomach.
"You poor thing." He said, remembering the Refusal War, so recent and yet somehow acquiring the luster of age in memory, when he'd gone without any kind of indulgence for six months. He liked this side of her better anyway, the competent HBIC. Maybe she'd learn to handle the bottle as recreation and not as crutch though, now that she was home.
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He followed, buzzed himself, and leaped the half-wall. He was fascinated by her and her brothers, the way they interacted. It was like and yet unlike a sibko. Instead of a constantly shifting hierarchy of dozens of little brats, it was relatively small and contained and everyone clearly both deferred to (to an extent) and looked up to her. The resemblance was clear too...though she'd clearly gotten most of the sexy genes, he thought to himself.
'Illustrious benefactor' would technically be Ranna, but he found himself liking the sound of it. "I see I am just in time for the celebration." He said. "This place is looking better already."
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