Mech pilot (Closed for The_Weeping_Angel )

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Waking around 0400 the next morning Laurel looked around and then noticed the blanket shoved to the bottom of her bed. Figuring Jon had brought it in at some point she folded it and placed it outside his bedroom door.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon sees the shadow and say "You can come in if you would like. Did you get some good sleep?" As Jon is laying on his side only wearing his boxers with his book.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Yes, I slept well,” Laurel replied from the door way wearing only her running shorts. “I’m gonna grab my run early this morning, before anyone is up and about.”

At this time of day only the kitchen staff were awake and working so she was safe from observers, hopefully. Her tits had no sag of children or age and were still well formed, and due to the chill morning air her nipples were like eraser heads.​

 

[JonathanBair]

"I take it you are not mad, that I was in your room while you slept? I will pretend I did not hear you say you are going to brake orders about staying in the hanger? I really wish you would not go out for that run tho I know you like to do it in the morning... "

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Going in my room while I slept.. you used your one safe card. As for running, I never said I was leaving the hanger. I just said I was running.” She countered calmly.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon smiles and says "I will cover you up again if I see you sleeping on top your covers like that, just so you know. Not that I did anything other then cover you up.... Very well run all you want in the hanger and maybe around the pond area."

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Turning she left, and within a minute she was outside the hanger and running, her bare feet well used to the hard ground and tarmac of the facility. This facility was like many others, the same tarmac, the same dirt.

As she ran she tried emptying her mind, sometimes it worked sometime the past wouldn’t let go. So she just ran, and ran, and ran, and ran.

She was always running, sometimes from a past she couldn’t unsee, a past she couldn’t forget. She’d spent hours digging their graves, with a shovel, all the mechs were destroyed even the forklifts. Anything with an engine had been hit with energy and or projectile rounds and blown apart. Just like the bodies.

So many bodies, some of them still smoking. Some of them in pieces. She couldn’t bury everyone, but she’d buried her father and brother. The rest she used shovels and wheel barrows to move to a smoking building and she’d set it on fire. Sending them to the ancestors.

She’d spent a day after that scrounging for gear, and then she’d started her long walk. She’d have revenge… one day.

She’d seen the markings on any anybody, which she’d left for scavengers in the middle of the compound. That marking was burned into her memory along with the faces of the dead. Family, friends, colleagues, people she thought of as a mother, a brother, a sister, a niece, a nephew. She’d eaten, and laughed, and cried, and gotten drunk, with them on many an occasion.

She didn’t hear voices anymore, just screams of terror and pain.

So she ran.​

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Biography updated:​

Clearance authorized:
Name: Yeung, Laurel
Rank: E-7 / Sergeant First Class
Age: 19
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 115 lbs / 52 Kg
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Measurements: 34B-25-35

Note: Sole Survivor Black Wolf Clan

Note: Clan Massacred Monday June 7, 3045​

Attackers unknown.

Family:
Captain (Redacted) – Father (Deceased) Mech Frame Technician
Corporal Thomas Yeung – Brother (Deceased) Ground Assault Troops)
Civilian Sandra Yeung – Mother (Deceased) ((Civilian Supervisor) (Deceased) May 1, 3023

 

[JonathanBair]

While Laurel was off running, Jon went to his computer and looked at maps to find where the best place to camp for there little hunting trip. The next thing he would want to do is get the tent half's that they would need to make a full tent, so when they are wanting to do it they can slip off base...

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

After a rather long run Laurel eventually returned to the building and her room walking past the mech frame and down the hall.

Taking her clothes she put almost everything into the wash before walking down the hall naked and taking a shower.

Once done she got dressed in clean and pressed fatigues before checking her clothes and going out to the mech frame to start working again.​

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon gets a tank top and work out shorts....Jon walks out of his room, and heads out of the hanger to get the tent/frame and other camping gear.... Jon brings the the two tent half's and two sleeping bags with two portable camping bed padding....

Jon pulls out his rucksack (military field back pack) making the bed rolls/sleeping bags strapped to his rucksack. With the tent half's frame... Jon then prints out 3 maps, 2 up close to camp sites and 1 over all area... The printer running can be heard in the mech bay...

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Hearing the printer running Laurel straightened up and looked around. “About time you got back,” she called when he grabbed the maps. “Figured you were lost, but I’m not aloud out of the bay so I would have had to send a search party for you.” she quipped.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon say "come in and have a seat". Jon turn to face the bed, and tell you about what I was up to...

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Following him she sat on the bed and nodded as he spoke

 

[JonathanBair]

I am thinking of having some food like the egg powder and hash-browns, or instant mashed potatoes... Is there any kind of dehydrated food I should look at for us to have on hand while we get some game...

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Just grab a case of MRE’s, because I plan on eating only what I kill.” Laurel said. “And I’ll carry my own gear.”

 

[JonathanBair]

We will be setting camp with the mech out there.... So if you ride in the cockpit or ride on top the mech... For us to get to the area we would be setting up camp...

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon points out the bed roles with the sleeping bag rolled up attached to the backpack.... Jon says"I got the tent and sleeping gear set already. We will not need to walk to camp, as we will need the mech for communication and in-case we do have to fight."

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“And a walking mech will disrupt wildlife for a half mile,” Laurel sighed. They might as well pitch a tent outside the wire at that point.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon smiles and says "I was thinking we take the mech out on day one but do not try to hunt till day two...Once we get to the spot we can shut the mech down and just camp that first night..... Get up pre-dawn to get into place on day two. There is enough wide range of game where we got to get something, even if it is this planet's spin of a turkey or some flying birds. Tho I would be shocked if one of the two of us can not get a big game animal..."

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Ok,” she replied. “Anything else?”

She needed to run, or walk, or something. She couldn’t just sit. Moving to the edge of the bed she paused to see if he needed to add anything.​

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon says "day one we set up camp and hang out at the mech... The morning of day two we can set up in two area's to double are chance of game we would have to walk to on foot... Maybe after we get enough animals for food, we can do some running in the woods while smoking or cooking the meat out there in the wild"...After a short pause seeing her body tension. "Do you have some energy you need to burn off? Maybe go for a swim today, unless you want to work off the energy in another way."

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“I’m fine,” she replied, tersely. “”I’m gonna go for a run.” Bouncing out she was out the door and changing close in her room before he could stop her.

A minute later she was outside, crop top and shorts covering her skin as she ran.​

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon smiled, watching her bounce off the bed and out the door like that with his head turned to fallow her dart to her room.... Jon could not help but to wonder to him self, how is she holding up... From there talk in the past it sounded like she needed to burn off some sexual energy often. It has been a few days and far as he knew she did not get to play at all.... Tho Jon knew he is missing allot of her personal time, so she could have taken care of that with out him knowing..... Jon was worried, but had to trust she will ask him if she wanted him there.... Jon was lost in though his face looking at her closed door where he did not notice her go out for the run...

After a minute sitting there at his desk and his body facing the bed where she was but his head turned to the door... He sighed and got up to go to the mess hall.... He wanted to request few days portions for two people to have instant eggs and potatoes with hash-browns, and a case of MRE's like she said....Jon also got there food 3 trays to have in the hanger mess hall for when she wanted to eat after working out...

With her try in the hanger mess-hall oven on its lowest setting to keep the food warm, Jon's try and the spare one in the frig.. Jon put a note on her door "food in the mess-hall, hot tray in over, cool/cold try in frig. Swim later today?"

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

She ran. The bodies of the dead filling her mind. She saw them laying on the ground in the brush outside the fence. She saw them laying against containers and crates.

She remembered each shovel full of dirt. She remembered each dog tag. If asked, she’d name every one of the dead and remember their faces, their laughter. Their screams. She’d seen the recordings, seen them burn. Heard their cries for help.

She’d run around the camp ten miles; the mantra of their names was her cadence. Some nights she woke with a knife in her hand, her night terrors spilling into the real world. She forbid anyone from staying in her bed or her room for their safety. And she didn’t want anyone to get close to her, she couldn’t open up to them. She couldn’t feel for them. They were speaking robots. Equipment.

Slowing down she walked into the Mech Bay and stopped in the kitchen for water. Walking to her room she stopped when she saw the note. Maybe if she swam until she was exhausted, she’d drown and join her clan. Ripping the note down she returned to the kitchen and grabbed food, shutting off the oven. It was hot enough to burn, but she didn’t notice it.

The kitchen pumped out standard field rats and not a lick more or better. Her Clan was a Gourmet Restaurant compared to this shit.

Back in her room she stripped and grabbed a towel heading for the shower. Minutes later steam billowed from the open door as the water cascaded down her body.

When she was done, she walked to his room, the towel wrapped around her body, her shoulders red from the water and the sun. Knocking once she opened the door and looked at him.

“Take a shower.” she said before turning and going to her room.​