Recruitment [OPEN]

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Another podpop meant another round of simulations to see what the new potentials could do. At 1500 hours, the squadrons were just finishing up their sortie and combat exercises - the inside of the Sensorium showed the Quarter's main hangar, with the pilots coming down the landing ramp to store their craft.

"Company dismissed!" Trudy said, her voice carrying over the comms and the hangar with just enough volume to make herself heard. "Clear out and make way for the recruits - you're welcome to stay if you don't have other duties, but no heckling."

Trudy was in her duty uniform, the green bomber jacket with its General's stripes and Rogue Squadron's patch on the sleeve. She turned to face the 'door' of the Sensorium, which in the simulation just led further into the starcraft carrier itself, and stood at parade rest. If the new recruits were worth anything, they should be there any minute.

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[punchedoutdestiny]

And in strolls a blue-haired man, clad in blue pants and his trademark open coat. There's an air of confidence in the way he walks - not too cocky, as he does have a fair bit of humility to him. There's also a small brown animal roosting on his shoulder, who curiously looks around the room while Simon walks up to the General. "I take it you're Trudy?"

For someone who looks serious about joining up with this group, he looks pretty damn ridiculous.

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Unfortunately for Simon, Trudy was career military. She looked over his outfit and messy hair and all of it combined said 'hotshot with an attitude problem.' Looked like Michael's assessment of Command was getting more accurate by the day. Still, they needed pilots and needed them badly.

She stuck out her hand and smiled to banish her second thoughts. "That's me," she said. "General Chacon is what you'll call me if you end up in Command. Why don't we start out by talking about your experience?"

[punchedoutdestiny]

Well, if it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck...

He nods and shakes her hand firmly. "Simon. And experience...?" He folds his arms, pondering for a moment on how to summarize it best.

"Uh. Well. Short version is that I sorta joined a rebellion against an oppressive tyrant, wound up leading it when my bro who started it got himself killed. Led us to victory with a little luck and a lot of determination. Seven years of peace until some nasty things from space determined humans weren't allowed to exist anymore and decided to make the moon crash into Earth. Tried to do things the old way, got jailed for it. Got broken out of jail, then myself and the old crew that overthrew the tyrant saved the ass of the guy who jailed me and the planet as a whole from the falling moon. Space guys kidnapped my fiancee and made her their messenger during all this. Was in the middle of leading a big initiative to go kick their ass and rescue her when I woke up here."

He pauses.

"In terms of actual combat experience, I generally just hit things until they stop moving. Often with drills. Kick, scream, and fight like hell to move forward."

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Trudy blinked. That was the short version? "You don't say," she said, considering Simon more carefully now. This boy was a hero back on his world, it sounded like, and heroes were hard to command.

"You don't sound like you're the kind of guy who's used to taking orders," Trudy said, crossing her arms. "I'm used to my orders being followed."

[punchedoutdestiny]

That got an awkward look out of Simon. "Well, to be honest, I did have some issues with the last guy who tried to order me around - but those issues were fairly situational. Here, where I can go back to being a fighter and not hung up trying to project the image of a proper peacetime commander, there shouldn't be any problems."

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

This recruit was already there, standing at the Astartes equivalent of attention, his massive transhuman form drawn up and looking down at the general, helm locked and tabard resplendent. His powered armor gives a low hum, though he looks more like a medieval knight than a space marine, crusader and purity seals decorating the whole affair.

"You are the lord general then?" He asks, in a voice far too deep for a human chest to make it.

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Massive might have been a little bit of an understatement. Trudy only came up to his armpit. "My title on the ship is simply General," she said. Military protocol was important. Correct titles were therefore also important. "You must be Erhart."

She didn't see anyone else here who would fit the title 'Space Marine' so perfectly, so he had to be it.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"very well, General." He nods in response to her query. "I take it you will use the Sensorium for training then?"

Apparently he's already familiar with it.

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"It works out nicely. Stacy is the only ship here that can survive in the Bleed, so the Sensoriums serve for sortie exercises."

She turned to the fleet, gesturing to the lined-up ships. "We don't have quite this full of a compliment in reality - fewer of the Variable Fighters at least - but we've moved the fleet here in order to deploy faster. You mentioned that you might be more comfortable in a snubfighter?" Trudy walked over to the nearest X-wing and patted it on the nose. "I fly one of these, myself."

IT'S A GUNDAM!!!

[jesushasagundam]

*Want to learn how to fly a mobile suit or otherwise humanoid robot - or show off your skills? Sup, everybody. Welcome to the ZAKU Warrior and Windam.*

[bymytail.livejournal.com]

Red was there just barely on time, hands in his pockets as he looked around the Sensorium curiously. He wandered over to where Trudy was.

"I heard there's some recruitment going on here. Are you the one who posted that message on the comms??" He asked.

After the recruitment stuff is over

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi had stuck around for a while, curious about the new arrivals. He'd already met the others, but not Red. Who, let's face it, stuck out a little. Probably not as much as Sonic, though.

"Looks like you have some experience piloting."

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[bymytail.livejournal.com]

"Yep, I do." Red replied with a grin. "...But I've only operated one robot back in my homeland."

Red was one confident Caninu.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's one more robot than I ever operated when I started here. Where's your homeland? If you don't mind me asking."

Zouichi had mostly only flown non-robot vehicles. Like motorcycles. And hijacked planes.

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"Yes that's me, I'm General Chacon," she said.

Living on Stacy for months had more than prepared her for the number of alien species on board, so there wasn't even a double-take at Red. She just offered her hand. "What kind of piloting experience do you have?"

[bymytail.livejournal.com]

"Ive been piloting my personal machine for at least nine years." Red replied as he took the other's hand to greet before gesturing towards the robot (http://japan.gamespot.com/story_image/2041/20411638/char4.jpg) that sat in the distance. "Mainly operated on ground, but I got some experience in air too."

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Trudy looked the robot over. At this distance, she couldn't really tell much about it, but she was always polite about another pilot's bird. "Looks like a solid piece of machinery. Is she space-worthy?"

This would be the atmosphere pilot, then. Trudy hoped he would adapt at least as well as she had.

[animus-vessel.livejournal.com]

Right at 1500 hours, maybe a minute late as per her nature, Shion enters the Sensorium. It wasn't her fault she got a little lost, even though she wasn't entirely one for keeping to a schedule.

But she's there, as she said she would be. "Sorry I got a little turned around."

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"It's easy to do on a ship this size. You'll get used to it."

Trudy was stricter with people already under her command, of course, but there was no reason for her to penalize someone for being a little late to someplace they'd never been. "General Trudy Chacon," she said, offering her hand.

[animus-vessel.livejournal.com]

Shion shook the proffered hand. "Shion Uzuki. Glad to meet you."

She stepped back in order to get a better look at the Sensorium and the mecha contained within it. "What're the drills you had in mind?"

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"A couple of simulations to see how you handle one of our craft, unless you have your own," Trudy said. "We'll start out with a basic maneuverability sim, and progress to battle simulations later. What kind of piloting experience do you have?"

Trudy looked her over as she talked. She didn't have much of an impression of the girl yet, and didn't doubt her willingness. The simulations would prove whether she was a pilot or not.

[becoming-more.livejournal.com]

Precisely at 1500 hours, Aeryn was standing in the doorway of the Sensorium, her hands behind her back in habitual Peacekeeper form. If she was in awe of the impressively large military hangar, she showed no sign of it. For one thing, she had already landed her Prowler here one solar day ago, per General Chacon's instructions. But for another, she was born and bred on a Command Carrier. These sorts of rooms were a second home.

"General Chacon," she said by way of greeting.

[ooc: Let me know if I need to change any details; I wasn't sure how the whole Sensorium/hangar thing worked]

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"You must be Aeryn Sun," Trudy said. She could tell a soldier when she saw one by the way Aeryn carried herself. Trudy had the same bearing. "At ease, I'm not your superior yet," she said, and offered her hand in greeting. Even when Trudy was her commanding officer, Starfighter had looser discipline than she would have liked.

"I haven't had much of a chance to look over your craft. What's its designation and capabilities?"

[becoming-more.livejournal.com]

Aeryn nodded, relaxing into a position only slightly less straightbacked, and took the hand offered.

"It's called a Prowler. A short-ranged, single-pilot ship, typically fighter class, but also capable of transport and escort activities. It has four small forward pulse cannons and capacity for two passengers." Though they'd managed to stuff more than two passengers from Moya in there on occasion, out of sheer necessity.

"I've been piloting one since I was sixteen." Aeryn glanced over at the small vehicle with barely concealed affection.

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Sixteen. That made for a long record, if Trudy's rough estimation of Aeryn's age was correct. "It sounds like your craft would fit best alongside the X-wings in Rogue Squadron," she said, indicating the ships in question. "They're our standard superiority fighter - four forward energy cannons and a compliment of two photon torpedoes. I'll want to cross-train you on the X-wing, of course." It would be a shame if anything happened to the Prowler, but it was asking for disaster to have one pilot specially trained on one craft. Come to think of it, cross-training the Gundam pilots on the lesser mobile suits wouldn't be a bad idea either.

Trudy walked around the Prowler, examining its lines. "It would also be prudent to arm this craft with a pair of torpedoes, if we can get Engineering to figure out how to integrate them with your systems - and if you have no objections." It was tricky having pilots use their own ships. Technically all the craft Starfighter Command flew should be military property, but Trudy couldn't do that to her pilots.