Dorian Vengeance – Home Sweet Home
by Lieutenant Marcus Klans & Lieutenant Laslow Thrash & Lieutenant JG Yalane
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Marcus sat, looking out the windows to the stars that warped past. They were nice to watch. Calming, peaceful. ~Ready to go home yet Laz?~ Thought Marcus, lazily in the direction of his friend. Looking around, he grunted to himself mildly. Admittedly, it would be nice to be back in full duty. No more of this jumpig around. Soon he'd be in his quarters, with his wing, and able to sit down and relax in his desk. Maybe give his own Valkyrie a look over, make sure the bird was in working and combat order. He hadn't the foggiest what might happen to them next...
Laslow grinned, thinking of Halani and the twins, he missed them deeply. ~Yeah,~ he sent to Marcus, ~I'm ready to get home.~ Strange... he'd never thought of the Journeyman as home; until now the Brittania had always seemed like home.
A strong predatory sense broke Laz's reverie... feline... watching and sizing up the surroundings..
That's when the new 'bane of his existance' lumbered inside. Heavy footfalls, her tail swinging left and right as she walked, helping with her balance. "Therrrre you arrrre." She purrred, spotting Marcus and approaching him, a smirk on her face. "All rrrested afterrrr ourrrr little excerrrrsize? So, am I 'good enough' to fly forrrr you?"
Marcus hung his head, turning around. "Yeah," he said, looking up at the large feline. "I would say you are good enough for me. We seemed to have smoothed things out here, and I must admit, when you caught that hole in my shields... good shot."
"Why, thank you. I wait with baited brrrrreath forrrr my new callsign." she purrred, leaning forward across Marcus' table, flicking an ear at him and offering him a fangy grin. "That Warrrrrhawk of yourrrrrrs is quite amazing. Though I wonderrrrrr .. Would you have still beaten me if you had been flying a plane morrrrre equal to mine?"
Marcus chuckled, smiling at his new team mate. "Probably. You're still untrained."
"Bleh." she made a face. "You have morrrre experrrrience, but you have no hunterrrr's instincts and the agility of a monkey, not a cat. You'rrrrre not a prrrredatorrrrr." she mused, reaching a sharp claw out to tap him on the forehead. "You just prrrretend to be one." she added, a goodnatured smirk on feline features.
Laslow watched the exchange with amusement... the two clearly respected each other... he could see a great friendship building between them, though neither thought that to be the case.
Looking over at Laslow, he shruged, returning his gaze to the newest pilot. "I may not be a natural predator, in terms of claws and your insincts. But I'll have you know, I am quite fierce when it comes to this flying thing. Don't forget, your a predator on the ground. Monkey's lived in trees, and were very, very good at hunting up there."
"No trrrrrees in space. That's why they call it .. space." Yalane purrred. "Besides, I bet I can out-climb you in any trrrrree of yourrrrr choosing, too. Now, why haven't you brrrrought this lady a drrrrrink, yet?" she grinned, licking her lips.
Laslow could sense the tension, but thought it was good-natured ribbing; the sort of smack-talk pilots gave to each other. He cleared his throat. "What's our ETA to the Journeyman?"
Rolling his eyes, he directed his attention to Laz. "About forty-five minutes. Apparently we need to be ready for a hot drop, the Leonidas is dropping us and leaving, and they want it quick. So we'll be moving out in about half an hour. And that," he said looking at Yalane, "is why you don't get a drink. You scratch my bay floor, and you're helping the flight chiefs buff it out."
"Bleh." She made a face again. "Just make surrrre you'rrrrre going to brrrrring me a drrrrrink when we'rrrre on the Jourrrrrneyman." She smirked at Marcus, before turning to Laslow. "So, who arrrrrrre you? I'm Yalane, most naturrrrrally talented pilot this guy - " she thumbs at Marcus with a broad, fangy grin " - has everrrrrr seen."
Loking at Laslow, Marcus grinned. ~And clearly the most arrogant, no?~
Laslow smiled. ~Most certainly,~ he sent, ~and yet...~ He felt his senses push through the transom between Yalane and himself... a sensation very much like smelling a fragrant perfume... he felt the tugging of competition and loyalty; the sense of play... the memories - laying down in a small stasis pod... fading into an uneasy sleep...
He turned again to Marcus. ~She likes you, brother.~
Yalane blinked and looked from one to the other. "H-hey! It's not polite to think at eachotherrrrr in company!"
Marcus looked at Laz, then back at Yalane. Then back at Laz. "You're bluffin." Said Marcus bluntly. He looked back up at his newest pilot. "He's bluffin." Looking hard at her. Could she? No, probably not. He'd done verything he could to make her life hell since he met her. Then again, she wasn't Marine trained like most of his other pilots, hshe would need it to survive. Still. ~I don't think so.~
Laz smiled, a gesture which lit up his face. "No bluffing, Marc." He chuckled softly. ~She digs you, man... respects you.~ He turned to Yalane. "How long have you been flying, Lieutenant?"
"This is my firrrrrst posting." The feline offered Lazlow a fangy grin, displaying her razorsharp predatory pearly-whites. "I just grrrraduated frrrrrom the academy about month ago. Logged a good few hourrrrrrs in the simulatorrrrr and ofcourse test-flights in my modified high-mobility rrrrrazorrrrr. It's officially still a prrrrrrototype."
Laslow nodded and smiled. "Impressive," he took a sip of his drink and extended a hand, "well, welcome to the Journeyman." He sighed slowly. "As you probably already know, I'm the Operations Officer... though I'm not sure how significant a role I have." Laz tried to contain himself... he looked from Yalane to Marcus before is emotions got the better of him. "On the first important away team... one that really counted; I was left hanging... not even asked to join the team," he looked toward the windows reflectively, "I haven't figured that out yet." Laz sighed and grinned again. "I'm glad you're here, Yalane... I read very strong emotional responses to your surroundings in you... you're very interesting."
"I'm a passionate kitten." Yalane purrrrred, licking her lips as she did. "And this is my firrrrrrst posting. And I went toe-to-toe with an experrrrrienced top five perrrrrcent pilot in a high perrrrrforrrrrmance experrrrrimental fighterrrrr and held my own. I've got a lot to be excited about."
Laslow smiled, reading... hell, hearing her need for action... her call to duty. "Lieutenant Yalane," he smiled and whispered, reaching slowly to massage the back of her ear... again, reading the need, "I believe you will save many lives."
She closed her eyes as she leaned into the scritches, her purrr deepening to a resonant rumbling. "Saving lives is a byprrrroduct of the hunt .."
Marcus reached out and swatted Laslow. "Stop screwing with my pilots!" Then he swatted Yalane. "Stop letting him screw with you!" Leaning against a table, he hung his head, shaking it. "Seriously..."
Yalane bared her fangs at Marcus as she hissed, her own hand snapping out to swat him in return. "I was enjoying that."
"Yeah," growled Marcus in return, "I'm sure you were..." He looked at Laz. ~Flirt...~
Laslow smiled; something had done much too rarely of late. ~Guilty.~ He chuckled softly. A glimmer in the window caught his eye. Laz nodded toward the viewport. "There she is."
Yalane hopped off her chair and up, balancing on the edge of the table. A soft purrrrr sounded as she looked out the window. "Mmmm .. She's prrrrretty."
Stretching out his shoulder, Marcus nodded. "Yes, she is very pretty."
by Lieutenant Marcus Klans & Lieutenant Laslow Thrash & Lieutenant JG Yalane
Post Details
| Title | Home Sweet Home | |
| Mission | Dorian Vengeance | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant Marcus Klans & Lieutenant Laslow Thrash & Lieutenant JG Yalane | |
| Posted | Fri Jan 29, 2010 @ 11:11am | |
| Location | USS Leonadias(mess hall);; USS Journeyman |
Laslow grinned, thinking of Halani and the twins, he missed them deeply. ~Yeah,~ he sent to Marcus, ~I'm ready to get home.~ Strange... he'd never thought of the Journeyman as home; until now the Brittania had always seemed like home.
A strong predatory sense broke Laz's reverie... feline... watching and sizing up the surroundings..
That's when the new 'bane of his existance' lumbered inside. Heavy footfalls, her tail swinging left and right as she walked, helping with her balance. "Therrrre you arrrre." She purrred, spotting Marcus and approaching him, a smirk on her face. "All rrrested afterrrr ourrrr little excerrrrsize? So, am I 'good enough' to fly forrrr you?"
Marcus hung his head, turning around. "Yeah," he said, looking up at the large feline. "I would say you are good enough for me. We seemed to have smoothed things out here, and I must admit, when you caught that hole in my shields... good shot."
"Why, thank you. I wait with baited brrrrreath forrrr my new callsign." she purrred, leaning forward across Marcus' table, flicking an ear at him and offering him a fangy grin. "That Warrrrrhawk of yourrrrrrs is quite amazing. Though I wonderrrrrr .. Would you have still beaten me if you had been flying a plane morrrrre equal to mine?"
Marcus chuckled, smiling at his new team mate. "Probably. You're still untrained."
"Bleh." she made a face. "You have morrrre experrrrience, but you have no hunterrrr's instincts and the agility of a monkey, not a cat. You'rrrrre not a prrrredatorrrrr." she mused, reaching a sharp claw out to tap him on the forehead. "You just prrrretend to be one." she added, a goodnatured smirk on feline features.
Laslow watched the exchange with amusement... the two clearly respected each other... he could see a great friendship building between them, though neither thought that to be the case.
Looking over at Laslow, he shruged, returning his gaze to the newest pilot. "I may not be a natural predator, in terms of claws and your insincts. But I'll have you know, I am quite fierce when it comes to this flying thing. Don't forget, your a predator on the ground. Monkey's lived in trees, and were very, very good at hunting up there."
"No trrrrrees in space. That's why they call it .. space." Yalane purrred. "Besides, I bet I can out-climb you in any trrrrree of yourrrrr choosing, too. Now, why haven't you brrrrought this lady a drrrrrink, yet?" she grinned, licking her lips.
Laslow could sense the tension, but thought it was good-natured ribbing; the sort of smack-talk pilots gave to each other. He cleared his throat. "What's our ETA to the Journeyman?"
Rolling his eyes, he directed his attention to Laz. "About forty-five minutes. Apparently we need to be ready for a hot drop, the Leonidas is dropping us and leaving, and they want it quick. So we'll be moving out in about half an hour. And that," he said looking at Yalane, "is why you don't get a drink. You scratch my bay floor, and you're helping the flight chiefs buff it out."
"Bleh." She made a face again. "Just make surrrre you'rrrrre going to brrrrring me a drrrrrink when we'rrrre on the Jourrrrrneyman." She smirked at Marcus, before turning to Laslow. "So, who arrrrrrre you? I'm Yalane, most naturrrrrally talented pilot this guy - " she thumbs at Marcus with a broad, fangy grin " - has everrrrrr seen."
Loking at Laslow, Marcus grinned. ~And clearly the most arrogant, no?~
Laslow smiled. ~Most certainly,~ he sent, ~and yet...~ He felt his senses push through the transom between Yalane and himself... a sensation very much like smelling a fragrant perfume... he felt the tugging of competition and loyalty; the sense of play... the memories - laying down in a small stasis pod... fading into an uneasy sleep...
He turned again to Marcus. ~She likes you, brother.~
Yalane blinked and looked from one to the other. "H-hey! It's not polite to think at eachotherrrrr in company!"
Marcus looked at Laz, then back at Yalane. Then back at Laz. "You're bluffin." Said Marcus bluntly. He looked back up at his newest pilot. "He's bluffin." Looking hard at her. Could she? No, probably not. He'd done verything he could to make her life hell since he met her. Then again, she wasn't Marine trained like most of his other pilots, hshe would need it to survive. Still. ~I don't think so.~
Laz smiled, a gesture which lit up his face. "No bluffing, Marc." He chuckled softly. ~She digs you, man... respects you.~ He turned to Yalane. "How long have you been flying, Lieutenant?"
"This is my firrrrrst posting." The feline offered Lazlow a fangy grin, displaying her razorsharp predatory pearly-whites. "I just grrrraduated frrrrrom the academy about month ago. Logged a good few hourrrrrrs in the simulatorrrrr and ofcourse test-flights in my modified high-mobility rrrrrazorrrrr. It's officially still a prrrrrrototype."
Laslow nodded and smiled. "Impressive," he took a sip of his drink and extended a hand, "well, welcome to the Journeyman." He sighed slowly. "As you probably already know, I'm the Operations Officer... though I'm not sure how significant a role I have." Laz tried to contain himself... he looked from Yalane to Marcus before is emotions got the better of him. "On the first important away team... one that really counted; I was left hanging... not even asked to join the team," he looked toward the windows reflectively, "I haven't figured that out yet." Laz sighed and grinned again. "I'm glad you're here, Yalane... I read very strong emotional responses to your surroundings in you... you're very interesting."
"I'm a passionate kitten." Yalane purrrrred, licking her lips as she did. "And this is my firrrrrrst posting. And I went toe-to-toe with an experrrrrienced top five perrrrrcent pilot in a high perrrrrforrrrrmance experrrrrimental fighterrrrr and held my own. I've got a lot to be excited about."
Laslow smiled, reading... hell, hearing her need for action... her call to duty. "Lieutenant Yalane," he smiled and whispered, reaching slowly to massage the back of her ear... again, reading the need, "I believe you will save many lives."
She closed her eyes as she leaned into the scritches, her purrr deepening to a resonant rumbling. "Saving lives is a byprrrroduct of the hunt .."
Marcus reached out and swatted Laslow. "Stop screwing with my pilots!" Then he swatted Yalane. "Stop letting him screw with you!" Leaning against a table, he hung his head, shaking it. "Seriously..."
Yalane bared her fangs at Marcus as she hissed, her own hand snapping out to swat him in return. "I was enjoying that."
"Yeah," growled Marcus in return, "I'm sure you were..." He looked at Laz. ~Flirt...~
Laslow smiled; something had done much too rarely of late. ~Guilty.~ He chuckled softly. A glimmer in the window caught his eye. Laz nodded toward the viewport. "There she is."
Yalane hopped off her chair and up, balancing on the edge of the table. A soft purrrrr sounded as she looked out the window. "Mmmm .. She's prrrrretty."
Stretching out his shoulder, Marcus nodded. "Yes, she is very pretty."