~A Zai Mecha Anime Roleplay~
~Hosted By: Zai, Keto~
~Logo by: Yui~
“Maryanne, what’s that racket I keep hearing on the comms?” Arthur Degaines asked, somewhat rhetorically, as he took another sip of tea from his “#1 Boss” mug, his eyes fixed on the view out of the bridge’s windows, scanning the debris that he could see with the naked eye for anything dangerous, valuable, or perhaps both.
“Like you need to ask.” came the response from the Arrowhead’s operator, a young woman who sat at a console a few yards to Arthur’s left, watching a rather active radar display. Arthur groaned.
“He’s at it again, huh?”
“He” was, as usual, playing rock music very loudly as he maneuvered his mobile suit through the remnants of what had once been an ESA transport ship, now reduced to little more than twisted, melted metal and residual radiation. Though the song was coming out of an old jukebox radio crudely affixed to the Djinn High Maneuver Type’s console, the vibrations were such that it could be heard, rather clearly, over whatever radio channel the mobile suit’s communication’s antenna happened to be tuned to; in this case the open comms of the Arrowhead and her five mobile suits, who were in the midst of the rather delicate work of negotiating their way through space battle debris. As the Djinn kicked itself off of the wreckage, executing a spinning back flip as it did so, the pilot’s voice sounded over the channel.
“Sector’s clear guys. Junk is light and the rads won’t be giving anyone cancer. You can bring her on th-” He was interrupted as his Djinn’s left engine impacted a floating piece of armor plating, shaking the suit and forcing a course correction. The thud was of course just as audible as the music. “Erhm. Through.”
“Maybe if you quit showing off and paid attention to where you were going, I wouldn’t have to spend as much time fixing the armor on that thing, Reyd.” The familiar voice of Chief Engineer Kusanagi was the first to break the momentary silence over the comms, and it seemed that she was in a decent mood. At least for now. “Get your eyes forward and watch for anything valuable. That goes for the rest of you too.”
“Don’t sweat it Chief I’ve got it covered. Moving on to the next zone.”
“Right. Starboard eight degrees Mr. Tostensson. Let’s keep moving.” Arthur gestured to the Arrowhead’s helmsman with his hand, and then proceeded to pull up an old, pre-Scarlet War map on the small console affixed to the arm of the captain’s chair. He frowned. “This place looks like hell. Can’t even figure out exactly where we are. No wonder nobody ever comes out here…” He turned to face his chief engineer, speaking in a slightly hushed tone so as not to draw the attention of the rest of the bridge crew. “Maybe this was a bad idea after all.”
“Scared of a few ghosts, Captain?” She responded in not such a hushed voice, a bit of a smirk on her face. “It’s all just superstition keeping the other crews away from here. Besides, there’s bound to be something worthwhile out here. You don’t just bomb a side to hell and back without leaving something behind.”
“If I was worried about ghosts I wouldn’t be in the salvage business.” he took another sip from his mug. “Still, if they’re around it wouldn’t hurt to ask them for directions. Stupid map was out of date 20 years ago.” Before anyone could respond, the Arrowhead lurched slightly, indicati ng that it had bumped into some debris. “Clear, huh? He’s lucky that wasn’t anything but hull plating.”
“Reminds me of a certain other pilot. He’ll grow out of it.” At least Kusanagi, and everyone else on the Arrowhead for that matter, hoped he would. In the meantime, she took another draw from the “cigarette” that was currently filling the air on the bridge with the telltale scent of burning marijuana.
“At least I could stand grabbing a beer with that certain someone. Made his antics a bit more tolerable.” Arthur sighed and pulled up the invoice containing the crew’s wages on his console, deducting an appropriate amount from Reyd’s pay. “Just let me know if that doesn’t cover the dent, Chief. And didn’t we talk about smoking on my bridge while we’re working? STAN doesn’t like having to clean grime off the ceiling.”