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Destiny Revealed

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Senor_Fun on Thu Sep 08, 2005 7:54 pm

* From a remote location on the ivory coast, a hoarse voice tries to put on a genial façade. The number he dialed was old, a secret of sorts, and Major Nabura "Kuma" Okada didn't know if it still worked. To be honest, he hardly knew if the man he was calling on still worked either, or if he recalled Major Okada in the slighest sense. Their work together was not extensive, nor was their relationship... but the man had connections.

The line did not ring, but rather sat with the distilled, fabricated silence of a satellite link-- beeping occasionally to let Major Okada know he was still alive and waiting for the other end of the line to pick up.

'Here's shooting for the stars,' Okada thought to himself, then chuckled at the irony. *

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Thu Sep 08, 2005 8:06 pm

The midnight lights of the colony glowed brightly from atop the massive building, an attention grabber for anyone who took time for an occasional glance.

Am I really meant to protect this all...? From the lowest of ranks to the top of the foo-...

A loud beeping cut off his words as Wind turns aout to glance to the old }{G. Wind walks to it, feeling a bit awkward as he attempts to turn it on before holding it to his ear.

Hello, who is this?

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Senor_Fun on Thu Sep 08, 2005 8:17 pm

* He couldn't contain himself. "Derek?!" the man exlcaimed in a sudden outburst of hope, not common to his usually-tranquil persona. Regaining some of his tact, he continued, "Derek... is that you?"

But it had to of been. The voice... The voice was the same. *

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Thu Sep 08, 2005 8:19 pm

Wind jerks the comm from his ear by the sudden scream of a man, his right brow arching slightly as he soon replaces it to his ear once more.

Ay man, this aint Derek but I wanna' know who te hell this is an why you're callin' my old man.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Senor_Fun on Thu Sep 08, 2005 8:26 pm

* '...Old man?'

"Wait, what happened to Derek?" true concern showing through the man's fleeting voice. He took a pause to regain his composure before continuing:

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. I was calling to ask yo--... Derek, a favor. He owes me."

And then, is as few words as possible, he tried to explain his situation in the desert. But already, OZ was coming closer... *

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Thu Sep 08, 2005 8:36 pm

Wind nodded as he went over the situation, his hand tapping lightly on the desk before him as he plans his action.

Hold your position, i'm on my way.

After ending his comm convo with the unknown man he pulled up a quick comm link with Zhelir, not caring whether he answered or not. Wind leaves a quick message on the computer of Zhelir

"Zhelir, headed to earth, watch L5 for me, shouldn't be long."

Wind calls up a car to immediately rush him to a drop ship, prepped for suit carrying. He then rushes from the building to leap in the car. After a speedy trip to the bay he climbs into the cargo ship, already leaning upwards to the pilot.

I need the quickest trip to earth, but I don't want anyone to know that i've left L5 except for those i've notified. Take care of this.

Pilot - Aye aye, captain.

The ship barrels out of the hangar, flying past all incoming ships to L5 as it makes an immediate drop for earth, the former african nations, the coast.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Senor_Fun on Thu Sep 08, 2005 8:39 pm

*He could almost sigh in belated relief when he heard the man's reassuring words. Almost...

"Major..." It was Ichiro.

"Yes, Ichiro, I got them, too." Suits. Three. Approaching fast. No visuals yet, but the Major knew they'd be well amared. OZ dresses for over-kill.

Time? They needed it now, more than anything.

'He'll be here soon...' *

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Thu Sep 08, 2005 8:44 pm

Zhelir nodded as the comm message came in, thuogh only to himself. He knew that, due to the time it took the message to travel, his old friend's son had already left.

He placed a call to the main desk of KAden's offices. When the secretary's face appeared, he merely said, "Ma'am, tell anyone that calls that Kaden is busy. If it's an emergency, reroute it to my offices. That's all."

He snapped off the connection before she could respond, and spun in his chair to stare out the window.

"Just like your father. Mysterious as a mother fucker..."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Thu Sep 08, 2005 10:26 pm

Wind's eyes scan over the various code of the suit's protocol as he attempts to decipher it....After a few more clicks of the keyboard he pulls up the footage of the suit's mission. Wind watches as an unrecognizable suit is in view but then he is swung backwards by an invisible hand as a shot rains down before where his suit would've stood.

Wind ignites another cigarette, the floor boards of the cockpit his current ashtray, as he continues to watch the events unfold. Wind scoots back a bit further in the seat as he listens to the comm speak from earlier that day.

Now why would Oz betray their own members, and where would Oz be based at these days?...Man, this is deep...

As the video feed ends he makes a few adjustments and picks up on the evening news as he continues to smoke. A gentle smirk moves over his lips as the news shifts to a story about an attack on some tavern back in North America.

Hah, he can't even police his streets...Wait...Where is Milliardo? You'd figure he'd have made some kind of statement about the way things are going...

Wind slams his hand violently against the control panel at his side, though not rough enough to damage any of the circuits beneath it's hold. Wind knew one thing was clear, something drastic was about to unfold before him and he, nor anyone else in the Colonies, had any clue what it could be...

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Sat Sep 10, 2005 12:33 am

The shuttle finally enters the tug of the Colonie's pull, guiding it inwards to the bay. Wind opens his comm once more, this time connecting with the tower.

I want the two pilots checked out thoroughly before they report to my office. Make sure they are well taken care of and waive their tax fee for entry into the colony.

Wind quickly cut the connection, not wishing to have to explain his actions to anyone but get his wishes done.

Once docked, Wind steps out of the shuttle and instantly into a limo. The driver begins his trip to the main building of the colony as Wind seeps down against the leather of the seat, his muscles aching lightly from the ferocity it took to pilot suit a worthless mobile suit. The wear had been get enough to drag down any man, especially one that hadn't piloted in so long. Never the less, it was one thing he wouldn't ever forget, he'd been piloting for far too long to allow something like that tug him down that easily.

Upon his arrival at the building he makes his way inside. Wind steps into the elevator, it's lavish appearance not much for his taste at the moment. After Wind steps from the elevator, he turns to his secretary.

Send a message to Sinful and Zhelir that i'm back and everythings well in place. Hold all my messages til tomorrow, i'm almost dead.

Wind flings open the double doors of his office and steps through them, making his way into his private quarters in the opposite room. Wind slides out of his coat, throwing it atop a nearby chair, the }{G symboll seeming to gleem as it shines outwards to any glancing eyes.

Wind's drop on the bed nearly flings the pillows from it's comfortable grasp. Nothing would have signaled that the man was asleep, except for the gentle snores...

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* Destiny affored him barely the chance to catch his breath once he had borded the dropship; no sooner had he exited his Leo, hoping to talk with Ensign Ichiro about this entire situation, than he was approached by a few darkly clad men, who spoke with an unnatural gentility.

"Please, sir, we already have your companion; if you'd please follow us to a nearby waiting room..."

For the second time today, Major Nabura Okada glanced above him. The Heavens... had they betrayed him? Had they already sealed the fate of Major Okada and Ensign Ichiro, ace pilots of OZ's presitigious Red Baron Corps, 3rd brigade?

Slowly- oh, so slowly- their destiny was being revealed-- like the unraveling of a ball of yarn from around a great treasure. *

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Sat Sep 10, 2005 4:09 pm

The form of Wind jerks upwards from the bed, his hand tightly grasping one of his S&Ws to wave about the room as he backedhimself into a corner. It took him a moment to realize exactly where he was before slowly lowering the weapon to his side.

Ugh....I'll never get used to this one..

The weapon drops from Wind's hand to atop the bed. His arms move upwards into a stretch as he makes his way out of the room and back into the office. A gentle yawn escapes his lips as he takes a seat down behind his desk, accessing his intercomm to his secretary.

Yes, send me the two pilots when they recover.

Secretary - Yes sir.

Wind extends his hand towards the keyboard, accessing the daily news, incase he'd missed anything during his nap. Suddenly, an interception from Earth flashed over his main screen, grabbing his attention.

The face of Milliardo moves over the screen, watching as he begins another meaningless speech.

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* They had been escorted directly into two, seperate waiting rooms once at their destination, but Major Okada could do little more than assume this was, indeed, the L5 Colony Cluster. Why wouldn't it be?

He was roused around three hours later-- a time he had utilized to nap and sweat off whatever reserves he had brought with him from the transport ship.

He and Ichiro were united in the hall, but a strict silence hung in the air. Major Okada nodded, and Yamada responded with the same, curt nod. Everything was understood, then, without words...

The office wasn't too far away. They were lead back to a large intersection, where a left was taken, and then marched for about 3 minutes to the end of said corridor, guard until still in tow. Here awaited more guards, and Okada knew what would lay beyond the closed doors. Shaking his head in chagrin, he kept his smile to a minimal as they stood outside.

It wasn't until they were inside he allowed the aforementioned grin to grow, consuming his face. Again, he needed to control it as they advanced on the turned back of their savour... but it was hard.

Raising a hand that permanently smelled of tobacco, The Major's grin was barely apparent as the offer for a handshake hung in the air with a stale satisfaction... *

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Sat Sep 10, 2005 9:50 pm

Wind rose from his place behind his desk to move his own hand forwards, firmly grasping that of the man before him with a firm shake. Wind then pointed over to the seats before his desk as he retook his own.

So, lemme introduce myself. Name's Kaden and no, i'm not Derek. Care to tell me wha's actually go'in on 'ere an how you knew to place a call to that comm?

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Senor_Fun on Sun Sep 11, 2005 12:18 am

* He listened in tranquil observation, noting how the man's cadence and speach sounded exactly like Derek's. And yet... he claimed not to be.

"First, I'd like to know how YOU relate to Derek. That was his communication line I called, anyways." *

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Sun Sep 11, 2005 12:22 am

He leans forwards from his chair, placing his hands against the desktop as he arches both brows.

Better yet, who're you to question this. If I hadn't told you I wasn't Derek then you'da believed it completely. If you must know, i'm Derek's son and I don't take shit lightly. So, fill me in on what the hell is going on or I can happily ship your ass back to Earth with your Oz friends, got it?

Wind sits back in his seat once more, quite angered from his question yet understanding at the same time.

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* A great military officer isn't made from split-second decisions or brilliant valor-- but from tranquility and patience. It was with such poise that the suave-skinned Major Okada languidly moved to lean against the arm of a chair adjacent to Kaden's desk.

"You mind?" Nabura asked after already extracting the cigarette from its pack. Between his lips the tar stick would dangle, only to be lit if the man didn't object.

Assuming there was no will stopping him, Kuma would light up and drag in a long, deep breath of cancer. He didn't have too long left to live anyways, right? After another short pause and two more drags, he offered his response:

"Going on? I'm as clueless as you, pal. As for me, and my friend Ichiro, we are both... were both OZ pilots. They keep us pretty isolated down there," he nodded in the direction he supposed Earth was from here, "working for OZ I mean, but I've heard enough about what's started. Shit's falling everywhere," a deliberate pause, as if he were pondering..., "sir. We're just caught up in it..."

And then Nabura fell back into silence, concentrating on the burning cherry a few inches from his well-rounded crimson slivers. *

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Sun Sep 11, 2005 12:59 am

Wind breathes a heavy sigh as he nods to the words from the man sitting across from him, the smoke from his cigarette making him crave one of his own.

Yes, I see, but I need to know your connection to Derek and how....

His words are interrupted by the emergency transmission coming in. He accessed it and viewed the message before his wide eyed reply.

You'll have to excuse me, I have....pressing matters to attend to. Feel free to return to your quarters or wait for me here, i've no idea how long i'll be.

Wind swiftly rose from his chair and exited the room, acting as though there was nothing wrong. Yet, once outside the room he broke into a mad dash through the building while yelling back towards his secretary.

Have me a car waiting at the bottom floor and tell them to ready a shuttle with all my weaponry!

The reply from the secretary was unheard since he'd already stepped into the elevator, it's slow ride only rattling his nerves as he made it downwards to board the car and speed to the shuttle.


OCC: Senor, feel free to talk to the secretary and ready your two Leos, bring them both if you wish to follow.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Senor_Fun on Sun Sep 11, 2005 1:03 am

OOC: I'll retire my character for now-- might I suggest taking this to the chat, though?

* A nod of curt respect. This man was obviously buisy. He wouldn't mind talking with him again, but, of course, business called.

He saw to it that both he and Ichiro were arranged to eat together in the base's mess. They were offered a tour of the colony cluster and the option to eat at one of the many open-air cafes around the city, but both Nabura and Yamada were exhausted-- granted, they had a good reason. *

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