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    Post by Lemniscus 1 on Mon Apr 18, 2016 5:15 pm

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    Re: Recreation

    Post by Ronin201 on Mon Sep 26, 2016 11:21 am

    March 27, 2025 (Local Time: 1345)
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    "...And so the parents of this student were 100% behind the fact that they'd tried to argue that The Legend of Zelda could be in position to be on level with people like Yukio Mishima. They didn't even know who Mishima was! They called it "next-level learning and thinking" when he'd clearly done the opposite of what the assignment required! But no, no the teacher's always wrong; the students are all just a bunch of victims and when they get in trouble because the rules are enforced the damned parents gotta drum up a crusade to have them hanged!"

    Eric just stared at Misaki as she ranted about the latest pains of her job before taking the UN's offer. He cocked a brow uncomfortably.

    "Saki, why do you do this to yourself?" He asked.

    "For the love of Pointian classics, I suppose...Zelda. The Legend of Zelda can dare compare to Yukio Mishima. Give that about half a century more and maybe I'll consider it." She sighed.

    "So what happened in the end?"

    "The student still got an F and the parents threw a fit but had no grounds to fight on. Rules are rules." She shrugged before going back to her lunch.

    "Good, serves em right." Eric chuckles and his twirled some spaghetti around his fork.

    "So what do you think of Tara?" Misaki asked at the tail-end of her latest bite of food. Eric's face sobered up a little.

    "It's hot and muggy, like Shizukana back in North Point...and it's kinda rusty. It almost feels a little desolate in places. Ryu and I overflew this graveyard from the drawdowns that happened from 1996 to 2008 while we were getting familiar with the terrain around the base. There were probably a good couple hundred MiG-25s and 21s rotting down there, maybe even a thousand. It just looked so desolate and depressing; I couldn't look away for a good minute." He explained.

    "Oh my..." Misaki breathed out.

    "The entire region feels like the 1980s era of Yuktobanian socialism and military culture. The weapons are new and different but the troops still wear the shiny black boots, fur hats and long tunics."

    "A side-effect of Nikanor's policies?"

    "Possibly...know that guy that hates Mark? Petrov?"

    "Yes...is obsessed with Ekaterina?"

    "I can bet you anything he'd know. I can just make guesses. It sure as hell feels like it, though. Hell maybe next week a political officer will stop by to ensure the morale is fine."

    The two chuckled dryly and got back to their meals for a short minute before contiuing the small talk. Misaki proposed, based on the weather, that a trip back to North Point may be in order, specifically to a hot spring in the mountain. Eric also pointed out that going on a roadtrip through Osea might be a fun thing. Eric liked roadtrips and his 68 Mustang GT was made for such an activity. They could maybe wind up the coast from Altaria Bay to St. Hewlett or go through the deserts towards the southwest center of the country where the heat was high but dry (and more bearable to Eric).

    Eric had to admit though, through all his complaints and concerns, it was an incredible morale boost to have Misaki here. To be able to step from his jet and see her after he was debriefed and showered off. To be able to bring all his worries to her instead of holding them in for six months and vice versa with hers...it felt good. Misaki leaned her head against clasped hands and smiled.

    "You're getting a lovesick on me again, Eric~" She giggled. He winked.

    "Is there any doubt? I have you at my side through all of this now."

    "And I have you at mine."

    Two lovers powering through tough times...it sounded sickeningly romantic. To prevent it from getting any more schmaltzy, the doors to the relatively empty mess opened and Eric spotted Mark and Ekaterina. He held up a hand to wave them down.

    "Greetings fellow Ronin...and his empress." Mark said with a grin as they approached. Eric pointed to his hair; Mark looked up at the cowboy hat.

    "Kat needed to see it for her own sanity." He shrugged with a grin. The two excused themselves to get some food before joining the conversation proper.

    "So how are you holding up, Misaki?" Ekaterina asked from behind a mug of coffee.

    "Well enough; the Colonel's a definite task master...how are you? This incident must've thrown the department into chaos." Misaki replied.

    "It has...They seem to want to break that JZ-8 down to its atoms and examine those."

    "Is that normal?"

    "Yes, surpringly. For the uniformed anyways...but please, let's not burden ourselves with our jobs when we're not at them Misaki."

    Ekaterina looked towards the boys. Mark was busy dividing and conquering a steak between talking about the living conditions with Eric. In Mark's opinion, it wasn't cold enough. He was starting to want to trade this post for time in Glubina.

    "Marky I'm not letting you go to the land of labor camps and Siberian Tigers, no matter how hard you insist you cane brave the cold." She scowled. He smiled.

    "Honey, y'all forget Ah'm a polar bear." He grinned. She stuck her tongue out at him.

    "It'd arguably be less desolate-feeling...those few tank and aircraft graveyards are honestly more depressing than anything else. Plus I feel like if I were to go poking around in one, I'd be ambushed by mutated beings from another dimension and dragged off to be their dinner.

    "And less risk of being shot by my own recuse party..." Mark grumbled. Eric cocked a brow at him.

    "Iosif's from here...he's a Taran Cossack." Mark said. Eric's face remained intrigued as he chewed away at a roll.

    "How do you know that?" He had to ask when his mouth wasn't full.

    "He bragged about it when Ah kicked his sorry ass. Ah can bet you almost anything he'd either join, or has joined, the Yuktobanian military and has come down here looking to fight a war...or he's waiting on the border by himself with an AK and a treasure trove of ammo. Waiting for the Rusies to come." Mark guessed. Ekaterina nodded.

    "Even if Nikanor's in power...this is his home." She agreed.


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by shomu1 on Tue Sep 27, 2016 12:45 am

    Sharky and Shamu walked into the mess, Shamu walking over to the drink fountain to get a beverage while Sharky approached the assembled VF-138 pilots and their ladies.  "Afternoon, guys."  Having heard Ekaterina's statement about Yuktobania being "home," he said with a slightly grim tone, "Ekaterina, is it?  I know a certain electronics tech who'd disagree with you on that, unfortunately."

    Shamu walked up.  "Talking 'bout Irina?"

    "Yeah."

    "Hmm."


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by Ronin201 on Tue Sep 27, 2016 6:54 am

    "Heyo Sharky, welcome to the cool kids table." Eric chuckled before finishing off his Emmerian dish. Mark held up a finger as he dealt with a particularly heartty bite of steak, though his face suggested the stuff was just barely tolerable through a lot of salt an Heinz 57.

    "She may not see it as home, and I may not hold to it as tightly as some, but I'm not the one we're talking about." Ekaterina corrected, not too enthusiastic herself.

    "We're talking about this guy named Iosif Petrov; he's from Tara. Xenophobic, nationalist, small victim complex..." Mark added, listing off the finer qualities of the man.

    "And sexist pig." The VVS Intelligence officer interjected.

    "And that, so in short the guy's an asshole. But Ah'll never pass up the chance to elaborate on it." Mark smirked. Ekaterina seemed to have become a bit more closed off, though; a little bit like someone Shamu may have been familiar with.


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by shomu1 on Tue Sep 27, 2016 11:10 am

    Sharky huffed in amusement.  "Sounds like Vlad."

    "Greeeeat, because one of that asswipe wasn't enough..."


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by Ronin201 on Tue Sep 27, 2016 10:18 pm

    Eric, Mark, Misaki and Ekaterina all exchanged looks.

    "Who's Vlad?" They asked in near unison. It caused Misaki to look at the pilots.

    "Wait Eric, aren't Mark and you supposed to be big on famous pilots?" She pointed out. Eric snorted in amusment.

    "Saki we don't even know who they are and they supposedly sunk over half of Emmeria's navy."

    Misaki looked at Mark, who shrugged.

    "Never heard of him."


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by shomu1 on Wed Sep 28, 2016 10:51 am

    "Half the First Fleet, not the whole navy," Sharky corrected.  "Anyway.  Vlad, er, Vlad Vladimirescu, is the reason our number of takeoffs does not equal our number of landings."

    "And why our first jet is now a lovely condominium for fish."

    "Dude was part of the Basilisks during 2015.  Estovakian born.  Hyper-nationalist, anger problems, probably pretty similar to your Petrov guy."

    "He was SO batshit, not even the Estovakian Air Force wanted him.  Somehow his desire to fly jets managed to beat out his nationalism, and he ended up in Rosenthal."

    Sharky said grimly, "Our standards were more lax back then..."

    Shamu nodded.

    "So naturally, Vlad, or as we called him, Garlic Breath, was thoroughly displeased with the fact that he was working for a PMC and not his native country.  Therefore, he thought he was superior to all of us 'peasants.'"

    "Which he was not."

    "Hah!  Not even fuckin' CLOSE!  Dude was the easiest to beat in a fight."

    "He really was.  All me and Shams had to do was goad him on the radio a little bit, he'd get pissed and start raging, and boom, there's your free kill."

    "He was kind of a joke, really."

    "Until he got assigned to fly top cover for us."

    "Yeah.  Worst decision ever."

    Sharky sighed and took a sip of his drink before continuing. "Worked out fine.  Then we tangled with the Emmerians' golden boys.  Vlad took off like a starving pit bull after a 32-ounce steak."

    "We basically felt like Hollywood and Wolfman in Top Gun when Maverick goes all gay for Viper."

    "Ended about the same way too. Point is, we ended up in the drink, his bullshit ass somehow made it out.  The Ceres Ocean in February is cold as fuck."  Even telling this short story about the 2015 war, the good-natured look on Sharky's face had hardened, the thoughts of Vlad and the war bringing back unpleasant memories.


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by Ronin201 on Wed Sep 28, 2016 11:23 am

    "They send us up there for a reason, my man...but anyways holy shit. He sounds like the last guy you want in a fighter. Or in a prop for that matter or heck even in the sim. I bet he'd find someway to make that thing rip from its earthly bindings and fly if he saw an Emmerian flag." Eric replied.

    "Arctic Runs make me nostalgic." Mark commented, trying not to dwell to long on Iosif Petrov. He motioned at the table behind the F-14 crew.

    "Anyways grab a seat, don't be strangers. Chat and stuff; all that merrymaking." He said before taking a long pull of the coffee he had.

    "Marky, I cannot stay here forever." Ekaterina warned in her native tongue.

    "Ah know Darlin, but let's try and get the most outta that time, eh?" He replied in the same manner.

    "Speaking of schedule's, Tex when are we due to go up next?" Eric asked.

    "We're due to relieve Garuda Flight for a Dawn Patrol CAP near Route 33. It'll be the usual formations we run when we go into places when things might go up in pucker factor."

    "Right."

    "I must confess my time isn't unlimited either, Eric. You can imagine how much stuff runs through me to the Colonel." Misaki spoke up. Eric nodded.

    "I understand. Can I at least walk you back to the central building?" He offered. She nodded with a small smile.

    "Of course."


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by shomu1 on Wed Sep 28, 2016 2:04 pm

    Sharky smirked as he took a seat.  "Oh believe me he tried.  It's a good damn thing the targets in the sims didn't have markings."  As Mark and Ekaterina began speaking in Yuktobanian, he added in the same language, "My wife isn't giving you any trouble, is she, Ekaterina?"


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by Ronin201 on Wed Sep 28, 2016 11:57 pm

    "Well we can hope he's not here in Tara...even I don't want to deal with two Iosifs." Eric said.

    "Nope, nope nope nope nope don't want that. Don't want it one bit." Mark insisted, going back to Osean. He held up his hands.

    "Ah am not fighting two of them for Kat. Ah'll just shoot em both with my Colt and say Greedo shot first." He went on.

    "If we get lucky, both will stay far away...and hopefully one will be taken care of by someone else." Misaki said, motioning towards Sharky and Shamu as Kat answered their question.

    "She seems to think Marky is similar to some rapper from Bana City." She replied with a confused expression. Mark heard the comment and almost all color drained from his face; Eric started to crack up. After a long minute Mark shook his head rapidly.

    "Okay no to that, times two." He said, leveling a finger at Ekaterina. Eric finally burst into loud, roaring laughter. Even Misaki had to giggle, somewhat aware of who was being referenced.

    Mark was glad callsigns couldn't be changed; Kat completely missed the point.

    "But I like calling you Marky; you're like a big teddy bear some times!" She insisted innocently.


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by shomu1 on Sat Oct 01, 2016 5:39 pm

    "Who me?  Cause trouble?  Now why would I do such a thing?"  Gale said with a broad grin as she walked into the mess wearing an olive T-shirt and Multicam Tropic pants.  

    Sharky smirked as he chastely pecked her on the lips while she sat down.  "Because I've known you for far too long.  Hey babe."

    "Hey.  Shams.  Eric, Kat, Misaki.  Good Vibrations," she added, nodding at everyone before settling on Mark. 

    Sharky chuckled.  "Seriously goin' with this, eh?"

    "Well duh.  It's a perfect fit.  I mean, look at him!"

    "Hmm..."

    Shamu said, "No, no, she's got a point.  He does look like him.  Just with glasses."

    "Right?"  Gale grinned.  "So what'd I miss?"

    "Eh, telling old war stories.  Talking about Vlad."

    Gale raised an eyebrow. "You.  Talking about Vlad?"

    Sharky shrugged.  "They asked."

    "Uh huh.  I don't see any thumbscrews."

    "It's been ten years, babe."

    "Alright, alright.  So.  Marky Mark.  Any hits lately?"


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by Ronin201 on Sat Oct 01, 2016 7:23 pm

    Mark grumbled something about not looking like the rapper turned actor and kept cutting away at his steak. He quietly wished it was Shamu so he could poke him again about the failed proposal over "Sierra Mike Delta", but he wasn't given a choice. He felt Ekaterina poke his leg with the toe of one of her shoes. He looked up and flashed her a smile, and then had a thought.

    "Well no hits but if yah haven't heard Shamu tried to turn a comment from Sapin into a proposal and Ah told him to skinny up." He smirked. 

    Eric was, in the meantime, still trying desperately to swallow his laughter over the Marky Mark jokes. The blonde had his head on the table, lightly pounding his fist against the piece of furniture as random laughs and chuckles escaped.

    "Please excuse my boyfriend, he has a sense if humor similar to a highschooler." Misaki sighed.


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by shomu1 on Sat Oct 01, 2016 7:30 pm

    Gale smirked and said to Misaki, "You clearly haven't spent much time around these two," nodding towards Sharky and Shamu, who were quietly laughing into their drinks.  To Mark, she said, "It'll take more than that.  I've been trying to get him to skinny up since college."

    "Passed.  Fitness.  Test."

    "You're lucky you've got money and the flight suit to woo ladies."

    "Hey, the ladies like the chub.  More cushion for the pushin'."


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    Post by Ronin201 on Sat Oct 01, 2016 7:44 pm

    Ekaterina cocked an eyebrow at the whole affair and then shook her head.

    "Why am I in love with you?" She asked no one. The intelligence officer then concentrated more on her meal so she wouldn't be going back to her desk hungry.

    "Oh Mr. Sarkar, Mr. Suara...if you haven't sent them to me please pass along your AARs regarding the incident. My superiors are howling for them and I'm never too happy when I get in trouble for other peoples' mistakes." She added.

    "Yeeeeah don't make her angry." Mark agreed, looking over at Eric.

    "Oxygen is good for you, Saber." He pointed out, crossing his arms as the fellow Naval Aviator regained his composure and leaned back.

    "Yeah I know, I know man...whooo be glad your callsign is Tex and not Marky Mark."

    "It'd be too long." Mark pointed out.

    Misaki tilted her head at that.

    "Too long? Marky Mark would be too long?" She asked. Eric cupped his hands over his mouth in the rough shape of an oxygen mask.

    "Mark Mark, SAM at six low, Break...he's dead." He demonstrated, adding some faked radio static.


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by shomu1 on Sun Oct 02, 2016 3:17 pm

    "Oh right, those.  One second."  Sharky pulled out his phone, tapped at the screen, and then looked back up.  "Aaaaand sent."

    Shamu did the same, and then addressed Misaki.  "Yeah, generally you want to keep callsigns short. Doesn't end well if you don't."

    Gale said to Ekaterina with a chuckle, "Because their goofiness is adorable?  Well, sometimes, anyway."


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by Ronin201 on Sun Oct 02, 2016 4:38 pm

    Ekaterina nodded and took her tray before standing up.

    "Thank you, now I do apologize but I must return to my workplace." She announced. 

    She leaned over and kissed Mark goodbye before walking off. Though she avoided swaying her hips more than they naturally did since she had an audience bigger than one.

    "I should probably get moving soon...darn they had some Pitchye Moloko Cake." Misaki sighed, marring the word a little.

    "If it helps that translates to "Crop Milk Cake", Misaki." Mark noted.

    "Could probably eat a piece on the go." Eric suggested.

    "Hope I finish it before I get back to the office." She replied before getting back to hurriedly trying to finish her actual lunch.

    Like Ekaterina, she gave Eric little more than a kiss and hurried off to retrieve her dessert before hurrying back to the ever-glorious life of a secretary.


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by shomu1 on Wed Oct 05, 2016 8:49 pm

    "Guess I walked in on the end of the party," Gale commented.

    "Aww, come on, you know it's always a party with us."

    "Very funny, Shams."

    "So what've you been up to, babe?"

    "Usual.  Paperwork, maintenance.  We're gonna get busy soon, so getting prepped so nothing goes sideways."

    "I thought so."


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by Ronin201 on Wed Oct 05, 2016 11:01 pm

    "Yeah, sorry Gale; maybe we can all party when Verusea pisses off." Eric shrugged, finishing his own meal. He looked at his watch.

    "Vixen mention how soon she needed us all back?" He asked.

    "In time for the briefing, and check the schedule to see when yer Duty Officer next." Mark replied, carefully taking down the steak he had before him.

    "Right."

    Mark looked up at Gale while he ate; Eric decided he'd hang around for a few minutes more and keep enjoying his downtime.

    "Oh and Gale...since y'all seem to be the acting Ops O of Rosenthal's people here, our detachment CO has sent us out to start setting up channels between all us airdales. Exchange info to keep things moving fast and keep everyone on the same page. Remind me to write down my ON email account or just drop off a point of contact if that's yer style." He said.

    "We can do the same with weapons departments if needed, but ops and intel is priority one.' Eric added.


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by shomu1 on Wed Oct 05, 2016 11:05 pm

    "Actually, it's probably a better idea that you give that to Daciana.  I'm gonna be rather...  Indisposed once the snake eaters get put in play.  Or, if you can't find her, give it to Shamu.  He'll give it to her," Gale said.

    Sharky said under his breath, "Among other things," earning him a look from Shamu.


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by Ronin201 on Thu Oct 06, 2016 10:12 pm

    Mark pulled a pen and pad from his flightsuit and jotted down the number for the detachment's building and his Osean Navy email. He held it out for Shamu to take, still eating the entire time.

    "Okay that's about enough for me, too. I'll catch you guys around; gotta do my part as the Weapons O or else Vixen'll give me the CAG O'Neil Marathon treatment." Eric spoke up, standing and taking his food with him. Mark leveled his fork at Shamu.

    "Now for THAT y'all would wanna get skinny." The Thunderhawk pilot drawled. He let the others ponder what the marathon was while he got back to eating.


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by Ronin201 on Thu Jan 26, 2017 10:25 pm

    March 31, 2025 (Local Time: 0622)
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    “Come on Shamu; y’all said yah wanted to lift weights.” Mark said, crossing his arms over his chest.

    “These aren’t weights!  These are trucks!”  Shamu grunted under the strain of the bench press bar.

    “Bro.  It’s 150.  DACI weighs less.”  Sharky said with a smirk.

    “And y’all still have five reps to go, Mr. Killer Whale. Ah can do close to 200 easy.” Mark added, acting as Shamu’s spotter for the little bit of exercise. He leaned down a little as Shamu struggled to lift again.

    “Besides, Ah told y’all to skinny up before yah sealed the deal, buddy.” He remarked with a cheeky grin.

    Barely managing to power through the most recent rep, Shamu grunted as he set the barbell back on its rest, “This is bulking!  Not slimming!  Cardio is slimming!”

    “So you wanna go swimming then, I see.”

    “Or run a few miles with me? The base is pretty big.” Eric asked as he walked up

    “I think Gale’s going on a run with the operator types, too…”  Sharky added.

    Shamu frowned.  “I hate all of you.”

    “Four more reps, Shamu.” Mark spoke up.

    “I’m goin’! I’m goin’! Yeesh, and I thought Daci was demanding…”  Shamu growled as he lifted the weights again.

    “How’s that going, anyway?”

    “We…Have…Sex….What…”  Shamu bit out every word with each rep, finishing the set and dumping the barbells on the rest before continuing, “else do you think?  Same way it’s always been.”

    Mark quickly caught the barbell and steadied it as Shamu dropped it. “Ah’m no romantic, but Ah sense this is a very...casual relationship.”

    “Right. Mister ‘I melt when I see Kat’ isn’t a romantic,” Sharky snorted. Mark frowned as he tossed a towel onto Shamu.

    “Hey, Ah like my women passionate as well as curvy.” He protested.

    “Ah yes, I do love it when Markyyy is romanticc.” Eric added, doing a poor imitation of Kat’s accent. Mark cocked a brow at his fellow sailor.

    Sharky chuckled.  “I’m just giving you shit.”

    “Yeah, it’s casual.  Has been for like a decade now.”

    “She’s gonna want more, dude,” Sharky said paternally.

    “Yeah right.  I haven’t seen it.”

    Mark switched places with Shamu and added some weight to the barbell. Eric reluctantly took up the job of spotter.

    “If I may add my two cents, that kind of relationship isn’t gonna end pretty or last, even. Just banging, I mean.” Eric spoke up. Mark glanced at his friend as the blonde changed the music on his smartphone to some Guns and Roses.

    “Bull Kurt?” Mark asked; Eric nodded and looked at the others.

    “Tom Kurt, callsign Bull, was a pilot in the Osean Navy in the years before we became a defense force for a while. He was a Tomcat pilot, too. Naturally, during that time it was easy to feel on top of the world. It was a time when the Tomcat was still a premier fighter and everyone thought its pilots were hot shit because of Top Gun. My dad and his lot were all still riding high on Cold War doctrine and mentality. Bull drank that in without pause. He got his callsign because of his flirting habits, but that’s another story.” Eric began.

    “A story my granddad knows all too well.” Mark commented.

    “Yes, anyways Bull had a new girl every few months. Granted it’s different for Shamu but it was the same with each relationship. He just casually banged em and had his romantic fling, and then for various reasons they split up. At first he didn’t care about it, but soon, especially after Belka, it started to wear at him. The casual fun started becoming empty. Nowadays? He’s divorced, single, and sometimes wishes he could try it differently.” Eric went on. He looked at Shamu.

    “Not to sound a lot like Mark…” He started.

    “Love yah too, brother.”

    “...But part of the reason why me and him are so happy is cause we went past the casual thing and built a relationship with Saki and Kat.” Eric finished.

    “Eh.  I feel you.  But I just haven't had that impulse to settle down.  Not wired that way, I guess.”

    Sharky was silent, remembering a few dark times in his good-natured RIO’s past.  Dark times that he and Gale had barely managed to pull the Bana native out of.  

    “Something up, Sharky?” Eric asked, noting his expression.

    “Nah.  Just agreeing with you.”  Sharky shifted his expression, assuming his usual sly smirk.  No sense revealing too much.

    “What’s Gale think of all this? She seems to be the local love doc.” Mark commented innocently.

    “Hasn't said much.  She’s been busy,” Sharky said flippantly. Mark laughed.

    In the meantime Kat silently watched from across the way as Mark did his usual bit of bench pressing. Usually she was enjoying watching him flex, but this time she was wondering if the VVS-owned weightlifting equipment could take that kind of weight.

    Gale said quietly as she walked up next to the Yuktobanian intel officer, “Relax.  We’ve got spares on the Valk if it breaks.”

    Kat jumped and let out a squeak. She then glared back at Gale.

    “Please warn me next time!” She said in her native tongue.

    Gale chuckled and replied in the same language, “Sorry, Kat.  I’m a snake eater.  Not in the business of warnings.”

    Kat sighed and looked back at the scene. She toyed with her ponytail a little while she thought of something to do. Mark, who’d heard her, simply stuck his tongue out quickly. She smiled back.

    Noticing the tall blonde, Sharky walked over.  “It also lets her sneak up all that much more easily on her prey.”

    “Har har.  I’m not hunting today,” Gale said, accepting a peck on the cheek. Kat went to Mark’s side and nodded her head.

    “Good morning, everyone.” She said, returning to Osean. The two Ronin pilots replied with quick hellos.

    “Surprised to see you.  Thought you slow movers were stepping off.”

    “We were, but SOMEBODY decided to throw a wrench into things,” Gale said, giving her husband an exasperated look. Eric chortled out a “Welcome to how the Navy can be.”

    Sharky raised his hands defensively.  “Don't blame me, the Veruseans are the ones who shot first.”

    Gale sighed.  “Yes Eric, but such things usually don't lead to a multi-week long strat recon deployment being suddenly tossed in the trash.”

    “Ah feel yer pain Gale, Ah feel yer pain. Two words: Operation Midas.” Mark grunted before he snarled and lifted the barbell all the way up.

    “So what’s the plan now?”  Sharky asked.

    “I’ll tell you tonight.”

    “Oh Gale, question...or more your opinion.” Eric spoke up. He pointed a finger at Shamu, and then nodded towards Daci as she came through the far doors leading to the pool.

    Gale nodded.  “That is a long story.”

    Shamu also noticed Daci, and promptly walked over, moving to put an arm around her.  “Well hellooooooo, Miss Ionescu.”

    Daci dodged Shamu's arm with practiced ease, standing out of arm’s reach.  “Mister Suara.  You are covered in sweat.”

    “Yeah, blame the slave driver over there,” Shamu quipped, nodding over at Mark.

    “Not my fault yah suck at weight lifting.” Mark said happily. Eric smiled at the comment and said a quick hello. Ektaerina also nodded in greetings.

    “I see.  Well, please do not soil my clothes,”  Daci said sternly, while nodding in greeting to Eric, Mark, and Kat.

    “Oh come on, we were doing plenty of soiling earlier.”

    “That was earlier.  I am here for business.”

    “Alright, alright.”

    Daci walked over to Gale and said, “Gale, new documents for you.  Regarding orders.”

    “It will have to wait.  About to work out.”

    “Understood.”

    “You may join us if you wish, Miss Daci.” Kat added with a smile.  

    “I appreciate the offer, but there is still some work that must be done,” Daci said kindly.

    Meanwhile Shamu had sidled up to Daci, keeping a respectful distance, or at least as respectful as he could manage.  “Soooo, Daci…”

    “Yes?”

    “Have much more work to do?”

    “A bit.  I assume you are asking because you have a certain ulterior motive…”

    “Well, you know what happens when you assume,” Shamu said with a shrug.

    The Estovakian simply raised an eyebrow.

    “You’re usually right.”

    “Hmph.”

    The two Ronin pilots and the VVS Lieutenant looked on silently, unsure what to say. Ekaterina was sensing something brewing, though. She looked to Gale to see if she felt the same feeling. Gale knew exactly what was happening, but chose to step back.  Shamu would just have to handle whatever mess he got himself into.  If it led to him getting slapped, well, she had no qualms about getting a little comedy before a workout.

    Tracing a finger down Daci’s arm, Shamu said slyly, “So what say we-”  he bent over and began whispering into the liaison officer’s ear.

    Daci’s eyes widened, and her ears began to turn a rather exquisite shade of pink.  The sly smirk that usually graced Gale’s face returned, and began to grow in size.  Finally, as her ears reached the color of the Estovakian flag, Daci managed to stammer, “Y-you…”

    “Yeeeees?"

    “Are coming with me.”

    Shamu simply grinned as Daci dragged him towards the door.  As they were about to leave, Gale cleared her throat loudly.  When Daci turned to her, she gave the brunette a look.

    Daci simply canted her head as if to say, “Yes, I know,” a sheepish expression on her face, before bursting through the door with Shamu in tow. The three in the group unfamiliar with the ways of the relationship between Daci and Shamu collectively cocked their brows.

    As the gym door slammed shut, Gale sighed.

    “How often does he do that?” Ekaterina asked, her face contorting into an unamused glare.

    “Pretty often.  I don’t think he left puberty,” Sharky explained. Ekaterina was still unimpressed.

    “I’m not sure whether to feel sorry for him and slap him. Miss Daci deserves a man who’ll commit.”

    “Don’t be so quick to judge, Kat.”  This time it was Sharky’s turn to frown.

    “I know he’s your co-pilot, but to me that’s no excuse.” Kat replied readily.

    “Oh, that’s far from the excuse.  You haven’t known the two of them as long as I have.”

    Kat was unconvinced.

    “Maybe now she’ll finally get off her ass and make a move,” Gale muttered under her breath.

    Sharky cocked an eyebrow.  “Huh?”

    “I’ll tell you later.”


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by Ronin201 on Thu Jan 26, 2017 10:49 pm

    March 31, 2025 (Local Time: 0720)
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    Ryu Itogara was a sad man. Like the few fangirls he'd had when he was with Yuurei, Angel DuBois seemed to pass in and out of his life before he could react. Well, not totally out of his life; they stayed in touch electronically. She was still shy but he would be patient. Besides a desire to avoid her "older sister" the Crew Chief, he wanted to know her before he made a move. It still wasn't fun, though; he wanted to be around her physically. This long-range bullshit that came with being in the service could go suck a muffler.

    He sat at a table alone, staring at a stack of pancakes he'd tried hard not to drown in strawberry syrup and butter. Screw the standards today; he wanted comfort food and to wallow in his self-pity party like the rebel he was. He'd only lifted a hand at Sharky and Gale when they'd entered and acknowledged him but did not invite them over. He was too busy dealing with his own problems, which seemed to be multiplying.


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    Post by shomu1 on Thu Jan 26, 2017 10:52 pm

    Gale and Sharky noticed Ryu's morose state, but figured it was better to let him get through things on his own for a bit before intervening.  Instead, they sat down with their own breakfast trays and dug in, talking quietly between themselves.

    That Same Time
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    Thoroughly spent, Daciana Ionescu dismounted Samya Suara and lay down next to him, shuddering as she felt the cold tile against her skin.  As she lay her head on his chest, the Tomcat RIO winced.  “Ah, that hurts, Daci.”

    Tracing a finger around the winking bright red marks her fingernails had made, Daciana murmured, “You can handle it.”

    Shamu chuckled as he stroked her hair, “Doesn’t mean it still doesn’t hurt.”

    “Perhaps this will teach you to not be lewd in public.”

    “Hehe, I dunno.  Everything other than that is telling me I should try doing it more.”

    Pressing a finger into a particularly nasty looking scar, Daci asked, “Would you like to reconsider your position?”

    “AGH! Goddamn, woman!  You’re touchy today.”

    “Perhaps.”  Gently placing her palm against Shamu’s chest, Daciana said quietly, “I have something I need to discuss with you.”

    Still wincing, Shamu asked, “Oh?”

    Daciana was silent for a few moments, composing herself.  As Shamu opened his mouth to ask if she was okay, she blurted out, “Samya, I…  I have feelings for you!”

    Shamu chuckled, “Well, considering what we just did I feel like that’s a given, don’t you?”

    Daciana said exasperatedly, “Damn you, Samya, that is not what I mean.”

    Shamu attempted to sit up, but was unable to due to his restraints.  “Uh…  Daci?  A little help?”

    “Ah, sorry.”  

    After Daci freed Shamu’s wrists and he sat up, the RIO asked, “Okay, so then what do you mean?”

    Looking up at him, the nervous brunette said, “I mean that I do not just have physical feelings for you.  I also have emotional feelings for you.” Sighing, she continued, “For quite some time now…”

    The dark skinned Tomcat RIO paled, and all color disappeared from his face.  “You mean…”

    “I care for you, Samya.  Quite a lot.  For quite some time now.”

    “Daci I…”

    “Do you feel the same way?”

    “Daci I don’t know HOW to feel. I-”

    Tears welling up in her eyes, Daciana asked, her voice quavering, “Do you not feel the same way?”

    “Daci I don’t…”

    Pulling away, Daci sniffled, “This was a mistake.”  

    As she stood up and began putting her clothes on, Shamu protested, “Daci, wait.  How am I supposed to react when the woman I’ve been casually screwing on and off for the past ten years suddenly drops a bomb on me like this?”

    Her hand on the doorknob, the busty Estovakian replied coldly, “Better than this.  I wasted my time.”  With that she walked out, slamming the door behind her.  As Shamu called after her, she stalked down the hallway, tears streaming down her face as she made her way to the mess hall.

    When Daciana left without turning back, Shamu sighed, “Son of a bitch…”  Putting on his clothes quickly, he jogged off to pursue her.

    Meanwhile Sharky and Gale were deep in hushed conversation until Daciana burst through the doors of the mess hall.  Although she had managed to wipe her tears away, her makeup was still streaked and her eyes were red and puffy.  Concerned, Gale asked, “Daci, are you okay?  What happened?”

    Daciana simply replied, her voice cracking, “I will meet you back on the ship,” before turning on her heel and walking out, running into Shamu as he walked into the room.

    Noticing the look on Shamu’s face, Gale growled under her breath, “Oh, hell no.”  Gale walked up to the RIO, a look that could pierce even the thickest walls of reinforced concrete, steel, and titanium on her face.  “What. Did.  You.  Do.”  Knowing what was most likely coming, Sharky scrambled to get behind cover.

    “I have no idea…”

    Gale stepped right up to Shamu’s face, hissing, “Bullshit.  I have known Daciana Ionescu for eight years and I have never seen that woman utter so much as a sniffle.  What.  Did.  You.  Do.”

    Shamu, a confused look on his face, protested, “I seriously have no idea…  We were sitting there then suddenly Daci starts going on about how she has feelings for me.  The hell am I supposed to say to that?”

    *SMACK*

    “YOU!  FUCKING!  IDIOT!”  Gale had reared back and slapped Shamu across the face as hard as he could.

    “Aaah, fuck!”  Shamu rubbed his face where the handprint was slowly fading. “What the hell did I do?”

    “Do you have ANY idea how long that woman has had a massive crush on you?  Do you realize just how deep her feelings for you go?  Do you realize how fucking long she has kept them bottled up inside?  How fucking hard it is for her to open up to ANYONE?”

    “Well I know she doesn’t like exposing her feelings much because she feels unprofessional…”

    “And she opened up to you with THIS!  AND YOU SHOT HER DOWN LIKE SHE’S SOME RANDOM BOOMERANG GIRL WHO SAYS YOU’RE HER SOULMATE BECAUSE THE BOOZE KILLED ONE TOO MANY BRAIN CELLS!”

    “Wait but if it meant that much to her why didn’t she mention it any one of the times we met up?

    “You!  Fucking!  Obtuse!  Blockhead!”  Every word was punctuated by a slap to the back of Shamu’s head.  Taking a deep breath, Gale continued, “Did you never, ever ONCE think about why this perfectly eligible, attractive, single woman never failed to drop whatever it was she was doing to come be with you at YOUR request?”

    Raising his hands to ward off more blows, Shamu said meekly, “I always thought it was because she thought the sex was that good…”

    Shamu’s puny attempt at defense could not stop the hurricane force winds of Gale’s rage.  Unleashing yet another flurry of blows, she yelled, “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOUR EGO IS SO FUCKING BIG!  YOU IDIOT SHE DID IT BECAUSE YOU ARE THE FIRST ONE WHO GOT HER TO OPEN UP!  YOU are the first one who got her out of her shell.  YOU made her start to realize having personal feelings are okay.  SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS SAFE WITH YOU!  SHE THOUGHT SHE COULD SHARE EVERYTHING WITH YOU!  SHE ALL BUT POURED HER HEART OUT TO YOU JUST NOW AND YOU JUST SHUT HER DOWN!  WHAT, YOU THINK BECAUSE SHE TURNED YOU DOWN ONCE FIVE YEARS AGO YOU CAN PULL THIS SHIT NOW?”

    Gale was all but screaming now.  Wincing, Sharky placed his head on the table and covered his ears with his arms, turning his head so he could still watch his wife berate his RIO.  Shamu said apologetically, “I didn’t know, Gale!  Honestly!  I never knew!”

    Gale shook her head slowly, “Shamu, I love you like a brother, and you’re smart as hell, but you can be SUCH A FUCKING DIPSHIT SOMETIMES!”

    “Well how the fuck am I supposed to know, Gale?  You said it yourself, she never opens up!  Even whenever we hook up it’s wham, bam, see you whenever!  The last time I tried to talk to her about her feelings she damn near clawed me to death!  Not to mention the other side effects! What the hell am I supposed to do?”

    Gale sighed, “Nothing.  You’re gonna sit down next to my equally clueless husband while I TRY TO FIX WHAT YOU BROKE.  AGAIN.  Assuming I can even REMOTELY get her to open up again!”  Turning to Sharky, she said sharply, “Dear, I will see you for dinner tonight.”  As Sharky nodded in meek acceptance, the furious helo pilot pushed Shamu towards the table and stormed out of the mess hall in search of Daciana.

    Shamu sat down and cradled his head in his hands.  “How badly did I fuck up this one, Sharky?”

    The verbal onslaught over, Sharky emerged from his position of safety.  “Considering that’s the maddest I’ve seen Gale in years, I’d say you dun screwed the pooch pretty badly, buddy.”

    Shamu sighed, “Goddamnit.  Did you know about this?” 

    Sharky nodded.

    “For how long?”

    “For about two minutes before you came through that door.”

    “Damnit..."

    ***

    After searching throughout the building, Gale went outside.  There she saw Daciana sitting on the curb, still crying.  Gale sat down next to the Estovakian and wrapped an arm around her.  Daciana initially recoiled at the touch, but leaned into the hug when she realized who it was.  Resting her head on Gale’s shoulder, she sobbed, “Gale why did I even bother?”

    Gale rubbed the distraught liaison officer’s back and cooed, “Shhh… Shhhh…  It’s okay, Daci.  It’s okay.”

    “I just thought he would have felt SOMETHING!  Anything!”

    “I know, honey.  I know.  But you have to admit it was kind of sudden.  Say what you will, you ARE extremely good at locking away your feelings.”

    “Lot of good that did me now.”

    “Aww, come on, don’t talk like that.”

    “It’s true!  I try so hard to open up, and then look what happens.  Am I not even worthy of a flat out no?  Am I just a toy for him to play with at his leisure?”

    Gale sighed, “Daci, I know Shamu.  I’ve known him for even longer than I’ve  known you.  And he doesn’t have the attention span when it comes to women to keep coming back to one for so many years, no matter how infrequent.”

    Daci sniffled, “So what is your point?”

    “My point is, give him some time, yeah?  You hit him with a pretty big piece of news pretty suddenly.  He’ll come around, I’m sure.”  Gale muttered under her breath, “He’d better.  For his sake.”

    Daciana nodded, the tears having finally stopped. “I suppose you are right.”

    “Good.  Now let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?  Can’t have you going back to the ship looking like a soggy mime.”

    Daciana chuckled weakly at Gale’s joke.

    “Come on.  We’ll get you cleaned up, I’ll check the helos on the way back, and then I have the perfect way to cheer you up, okay?”

    Daciana nodded, and the two stood up and made their way to the nearest ladies’ room before heading back to the Valkyrie.


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    Re: Recreation

    Post by Ronin201 on Thu Jan 26, 2017 10:55 pm

    Ryu flinched at the sound of the first smack, and sat up. He looked back as Gale berated Shamu and stared with wide eyes. As the helicopter pilot went on, he slowly looked away and got to eating, hoping to make himself unnoticed for the time being. From the sound of it, Gale was having no romantic problems in her vicinity today.


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    Re: Recreation

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    Noticing the shell-shocked notice on Ryu's face, Sharky said, "And that is why you never piss off a girl from McNealy, Rook."


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