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Otto Corbett
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Mjƶtviưr; The Realms
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ottoman
Description
Deceased
So begins...
Otto Corbett's Story
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Otto nodded in response, silently returning her initial response. Stepping back, his boots scraping on the hard floor of the garage, he gave her space enough to rise, and with a rigid, if not lethargic, hand, he returned her salute. "Heil Kampf, Obermann Nimitz." He was at a loss for her question though, blinking a few times in response before finally managing something out, his voice betraying his state, "Not particularly, Nimitz. My day's over... not that it matters to the Leutnant." He finished with another sigh. "Figured I should help however I could."
Her energy was admirable, he wished that he had that much patience during the day. Opening his mouth for a moment, he thought of speaking as she responded, not sure exactly what to say. Being tired, by the Emperor, how it took it out of you. The suggestion of taking the vehicle out did perk his ears though. He was most eager to get away from this place, for whatever reason. "That idea... sounds rather capital, Obermann." Looking towards the cab of the vehicle with anticipation, he glanced back at Nimitz, "But... no. I'm not qualified."
Otto shrugged, following her gaze as she looked to the offices, and glanced to her as she finished. Blinking again, he thought on the matter. He was the senior NCO at the place... and who would stop them? The Leutnant was likely busy drinking himself under the table in his office or something equally negligent. "I know the basics, but... Well. It's no streetcar." He then avoided looking at her for a moment, almost embarrassed, "I... don't suppose you could help?"
"Of course." Otto almost didn't wait for her to finish, stepping off to find a suitable mat for her to sit on, or something similar. Getting out of the place... it really is a capital idea. By the Emperor, he was meant to hold a rifle, not a wrench, much less supervise this sort of thing. Coming across a section of camouflage tarp, Corbett folded it as best he could in a haste, and returned to Nimitz, opening the passenger door of the thing. Arranging the cover as best he could, he stepped down shortly thereafter, wiping his hands off and looking to her boots as he finished. "Will this do?" Asking almost rhetorically, he almost didn't mean to sound the way he did, an undertone to his voice implying that it would.
Stepping quickly to the other side of the vehicle, Corbett opened the door and, after a first attempt at ascending, he paused, returning to the ground. Looking about himself for a moment, he shed his tunic, the garment not wanting to cooperate without being buttoned. Yeah. He had enough of looking the part today. What with a specimen with Alke in the other seat, he doubted people would be worried if he wasn't wearing his tunic. Tossing it up into the cab, he soon followed it, behind the wheel in moments. She was speaking now, something about looking like he knew what he was doing... yeah, he couldn't pull that off. "It's been a while since I've been in command of a vehicle... just, what is it I need to be doing?"
Otto Corbett blinked for a moment, trying to figure just how he'd tackle this. Examining the dials and instruments before him, he took the yoke in his left hand while he directed his right to start it. A sharp intake of breath preceeded the roar of the engine, Corbett wearing something of a smile as it came to life. "Now, how do I get it out of park?" It really was sad how little he knew, and how much one forgot after serving for a few years. He wasn't even twenty five and these things were all foreign again. Looking to his mirrors, he waited for her reply, nervous that he might force the thing into one of the others arrayed in the place.
Placing his hand, or rather having it placed, on the stick, he looked to the instruments again, recognizing a few of them rather easily. Speedometer, fuel gauge, tachometer... and as far as he knew, everything there in was how it should be. Not a very comforting thought, being as he really wasn't suited for this sort-Wait. His thought process stopped for a moment, distracted from the idling dials as she continued speaking, noticing only with her speech that her hand was still on his. "Don't worry about it, Nimitz. I need the help." He glanced back to the instruments for a moment, then to the garage through the windshield before looking to her, "Let's get her going."
Obeying Alke's directions, Corbett did his best to do as she said, bringing the vehicle up, but perhaps too far. Two feet initially, a distance only enhanced in the wake of his realization of the mistake before getting it to where it needed to be. Finally confident that he'd tackled the small obstacle, he glanced to Nimitz with a nervous smile, "Alright. What now?"
Nodding, he looked to the stick as they shifted into reverse, feeling the change in the vehicle as well. "Just like a simulator." He repeated the words to himself, hoping that he wouldn't make too much of a fool of himself soon. Craning his head over his right shoulder he eyed their path as he gradually nudged the throttle, the repulsors beginning to force the thing back slowly. Eventually most of the craft managed out of the place and he tapped the thing's equivalent of a brake, their backwards force being neutralized by a forward one. "So which way?"
Turning the yoke to the right so that they'd swing around left, he moved the vehicle a bit quicker now, but not truly fast. His confidence was building, despite his unfamiliarity. Breathing for a bit once he'd finished, he looked to her, hesitating for a moment before asking, "And, just what do I do to shift it into gear?"
Shifting it as best he could, the vehicle shuddered as it readied itself for a new role. Touching on the throttle again, the speedometer began to rise slowly, Corbett careful to not take things too fast. Creeping forward at first, it slowly garnered more speed and it was making a rather pleasant pace to their destination. "Well, that's not so bad." He was keeping his eyes more on the road than enjoying the open air he'd come out for. But... it was worth it. Even if it unnerved him as it did, he enjoyed the feeling the thing gave him. Almost freeing, in a way.
Smiling now, an actual genuine smile and not one of those ones you put on when you're just trying to drudge through the day, he looked about the path ahead some, confident that he could keep it on their current heading. "Thank you." Remembering her maintenance earlier, he returned a compliment, "Your handywork speaks well of you, Nimitz." Offering her a spare glance, he returned his gaze ahead, not sure just where to go. "Just where is it they're wanting this?"
Setting the vehicle down as best he could in an isolated corner of the lot, shoving the gear into park as best he could remember, Corbett soon turned the thing off, glad to be rid of the less-than-wild ride. But, strangely, he wished he could continue. Odd. He thought to himself. Speaking to Nimitz as she left the cabin, Otto looked a bit brighter than he had earlier. He needed out of that place. "I... Well. Thank you, Nimitz. I appreciate it."
Otto nodded, happy to return whatever favor he could, rather curious to hear whatever it is she had to say. "Granted."
Otto sighed. She was right, and he knew she was right. He drew his lips apart, pondering just how he'd respond to this. "No, I don't belong." He picked at his tunic for a moment, flipping the left breast to where it was visible, a single badge coming into sight. It looked to be made from silver, a wreath of oak leaves intersected by a rifle. "I... I was barely in long enough to earn that before I stepped on someone's toes." Taking a moment, rubbing the badge as he did, he soon looked to Alke, "I'm afraid that wasting me is the whole purpose for my assignment."
Odd was putting it lightly. The petty infighting that the multiple branches had was outrageous at times, even within branches backstabbing and betrayal were common to rise to the top. Otto shook his head for a moment, again not sure just what to say. The whole matter was something he rarely brought up, and was probably good for him to think about. "I agree. Oh, I do agree... but fools will be fools, and I just follow orders." It was either this or he'd be discharged, and everyone knew what a dishonorable discharge would get you in life. "I keep on filling out requests to be transferred to one of the new Crusade fleets but..." He sighed again, looking to Alke as he did, "That's too easy."
The day was a nice change of pace for Corbett, dozing on his desk having finished his paperwork an hour or two early, a nearby PDA ticking down until he actually had to go out onto the floor and supervise his charge. He was even starting to fall asleep, the lines between reality and dreams beginning to blur, that point where your mind begins to wander and immediately afterwards you can't recall just what it was you were thinking about. With his head resting on his arms, which were only clad by his white dress shirt, he began to drool the longer he lay. His tunic was draped over the back of his chair, and the place was even more dimly lit than usual. But fate just couldn't let him have a nice day. In but a few moments there was a knock on his door.
Fuck. Me.
Raising himself from his lethargic position he examined the door with angered eyes, wiping his lips with his sleeve, and took a moment to compose himself before speaking. "Enter."
Fuck. Me.
Raising himself from his lethargic position he examined the door with angered eyes, wiping his lips with his sleeve, and took a moment to compose himself before speaking. "Enter."
Otto blinked, not sure how to take the whole situation. His initial thoughts were something to the extent that he got way too hammered last night, and he was asleep right now. But when one thinks of stuff like that in a dream, they usually either do one of two things: wake up or realize they're in a dream.
Oddly enough, this was no dream, and that just make it much, much worse. The second individual she introduced was clad in a LW uniform, and it wasn't odd that he saluted Corbett, something which he returned, if not slowly. Rising from his seat, he asked Alke, "But, just... what?"
Oddly enough, this was no dream, and that just make it much, much worse. The second individual she introduced was clad in a LW uniform, and it wasn't odd that he saluted Corbett, something which he returned, if not slowly. Rising from his seat, he asked Alke, "But, just... what?"
It seemed that Corbett's most common response to this whole situation was blinking. This was like a scene out of some teen flick or something... whatever it was, he certainly wasn't equipped to deal with this kind of situation, as with much of the rest of his job. Sighing he tried to think of a response, and after shooting a glance to the elder woman, who was clad in colors most vibrant, and to the other soldier who was sulking behind the two, he looked back to Alke, Thistle... or whatever her name was. "Obermann, please step outside." Gesturing to her, he waved that she move outside, "I'd like to speak with... her majesty in private."
Otto drew his lips apart as he took in what the monarch, if she really was one, had to say. Waiting until she'd finished, he looked her over, as she was something of an odd sight. The woman was clad in colors that one rarely saw around these parts, not unless it was around the red-light district, and... well, that combined with her outlandish claim of being a monarch, you can understand his confusion. Unlike the officers in Steel's unit, he wasn't briefed on the Erutin situation, and thus he spoke in response, "Of course not, ma'am, but could I ask one favor of you?"
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