"Aegean, do you copy?" Squall spoke into the mic of a headset he'd put on after he sat down. Several moments passed before he tried again. "Aegean?"
A crackle over the chopper's speaker system broke the silence. The crackle erupted into broken static, and then a voice.
"Cop--Sir. I--arely--stand you. Sir?" It was Reese, interrupted by bouts of static loud enough to drown out half of his words.
"They must be somewhere on the other side of the city. The signal isn't very good." The pilot beside Squall murmured to him. Her voice was soft. From where the group sat they couldn't see much of her but the strawberry blonde hair that spilled down over her shoulder.
"Take us along the parameter of the city," He responded quietly, then touched the headset and spoke again. "Aegean, do you copy?"
"Copy Sir, Amearick speaking." Reese again, his voice more clear this time.
"Ridean will not be available to pilot the return flight. Program the ship's autopilot for Balamb Airstation and lift off as quickly as possible -- we need to get out of Timber. After the ship is landed, rendevous at the Nobleman. Understood?"
Squall removed the headset and returned it to its cradle near the front of the control panel. He turned around in his seat and addressed the group for the first time since they'd boarded the helicopter. "D'Arcell and his team are on their way to Balamb aboard another airship. Once all groups are back at the city, I will conduct a debriefing meeting in the board room at the Nobleman. Save your words for me until that time, and I will do the same."
With that said, he turned back around to face away from them, making every pretense of not saying another word.
Save your words for me until that time, and I will do the same.
In the back of the chopper, slumped against the wall, Jax pondered what exact words the Commander was preparing for them. Sure, screaming civilians and mass panic weren't on the agenda for a successful mission....but as far as he was concerned, Timber no longer had a Broadcast Tower. End of story. Squall can bitch all he wants about the minor technicalities, but from his perspective, they did their job.
Satisfied with his own reasoning, Jax could now rest with greater ease. With a rather loud puff, he hauled his right leg forward and stretched it out as far as he could. The Balambian Chopper was certainly no Aegean...judging by the cramped amount of space alloted to each passenger. Examining his shrapnel wounds, he grimaced at the remaining areas where scraps of metal and broken glass split flesh along deep jagged lines. He surveyed his left leg as well. Fortunately, a couple of Curaga spells had closed up most of those lacerations. As for the right...a visit or two with Kadowaki and he'd be as good as new. For now, he'd have to settle with a limp...maybe even a cane...Now that was NOT an attractive picture. But with some luck, he might get a sympathy date out of it...
"Ridean will not be available to pilot the return flight. Program the ship's autopilot for Balamb Airstation and lift off as quickly as possible -- we need to get out of Timber. After the ship is landed, rendezvous at the Nobleman. Understood?"
Jax let out a quiet snigger. He had never trusted it. Can a auto-pilot pull barrel rolls in a dogfight?
Not unless its as awesome as me...
But in any case it was reassuring to know that Reese's team pulled through. As for the other one...
Rising to his feet, he hobbled to the front where the pilot and Squall were seated. Jax cautiously approached the Commander who seemed resolute to uphold his word of silence.
"Um sir...?" When Squall did not respond, Jax awkwardly tapped him on the shoulder. "Sir?" he repeated. "I was just wondering if Team A has checked in yet. Seems to me like they're missing a ride home."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry for the somewhat "random details" of this post. Hehe, i'll leave it to Jax's current state of delirium.
Last Edit: Jul 4, 2008 5:24:18 GMT -5 by Jax Ridean