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Post by Misha Rusakov on Mar 23, 2013 1:24:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,border-left: 7px #dcdcdc double;] | [atrb=style,border-left: 28px #dcdcdc solid;] | [atrb=style,border-left: 2px #dcdcdc dotted;] | [div style="width: 300px; border-left: solid 10px #dcdcdc; border-right: double 15px #dcdcdc; border-top: dotted 2px #dcdcdc; border-bottom: dotted 2px #dcdcdc; padding: 10px;[/style"]misha, not mikhail Hair combed the right way, uniform freshly pressed, and no spinach stuck in his teeth; Misha was ready to face the day. He double-checked himself in the mirror before strolling out of his dorm room. There was a song in his step that didn't fit in with everybody else's slow shuffle soundtrack down the hallway. It's like they don't know we're on top of the world right now.He'd finally earned high enough scores during the training sessions to qualify for a mobile suit of his own. Misha was going to become a real soldier out in the field. Soon enough, he'd be firing actual ammunition at the enemy. Zeon would continue to be awesome, with Misha there to help. For now, he might have only been Cadet Rusakov, but one day, he'd lead his own squad and everything. All he had to do was make sure that he didn't screw anything else, especially when he embarked on his first mission. Odds are the mission wouldn’t be that much of a big deal. It would most likely be some kind of supply-run or temporary base patrolling thing. Those were the kinds of missions that the low level Cadets he knew normally went on. Things were starting to get dicey, though, and Misha knew he’d be on Zeon’s list of candidates. The Principality would have to call on him for something major, hence the whole “come and get your mobile suit pronto, Cadet.” Destination: the bay. Misha was glad that he’d joined the Neo Tokyo base, rather than the one in his homeland Russia. He had a feeling that if he’d stayed in Russia, he wouldn’t have gotten this sort of opportunity. Things were different in Japan, that’s for sure. But, with his go-getter attitude, he’d adjusted pretty fast to living on the Neo Tokyo base. There were still a couple things he missed, like... my music player. Man, I would do anything to hear that one song. It went like ba da bam bam – He closed his eyes, feeling the beat when he suddenly - "oof!' - walked right into someone. "Whoa!" Misha backed up. "My bad, I didn’t see you there, uh..." Great. He'd forgotten another name. The higher-ups were gonna kill him for that. ooc: go zeon! anyone can be bumped into, i've got no preference. credits: made by ambassador tanz of ATL + PRE |
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Post by zenzal on Mar 23, 2013 10:50:18 GMT -5
Zenzal stood infront of the mobile suit bay looking at exactly how many mobile suits there were that were to his imagination mainly comprised of the leo mobile suit model, but he couldnt wait for his own mobile suit as he remembered different drawings and schematics of different mobile suits that the higher you went in the ranks the better the mobile suit you would be able to use. he wanted to operate his own mobile suit like what he had seen a few of the higher rank officers having,their own custom mobile suit. once i get a high enough rank ill have my own mobile suit...it'll be awesome... lost in thought he didnt pay attention to his surroundings as he began getting bumped into people and getting yelled at to get out of peoples ways which he didnt have a choice in the matter now as he quickly moved out of the swarm of peoples ways
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Post by Misha Rusakov on Mar 23, 2013 21:17:03 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,border-left: 7px #dcdcdc double;] | [atrb=style,border-left: 28px #dcdcdc solid;] | [atrb=style,border-left: 2px #dcdcdc dotted;] | [div style="width: 300px; border-left: solid 10px #dcdcdc; border-right: double 15px #dcdcdc; border-top: dotted 2px #dcdcdc; border-bottom: dotted 2px #dcdcdc; padding: 10px;[/style"]misha, not mikhail Misha was surprised that the guy he'd walked into didn't say anything back to him. No "watch it," no "what's your problem, man?" If anything, it was like they hadn't made contact at all. Misha might as well have been invisible. Then again, there were a lot of people going through the crowds, each one seeming to be more ticked off than the last. Everybody was rushing to get some place as fast as possible. Misha decided not to be like everybody else, and to help out the other guy, instead. They hadn't met before - or at least, Misha didn't remember meeting him (Misha kept a narrow focus during classroom time, so he didn't really know anyone that well). Or, maybe, the guy was brand new to the base and didn't know where he was supposed to go. I'm in a good mood, so why not? After he was done being a Good Samaritan, he'd go and get his mobile suit. The hunk of metal could wait. He wanted to be a friendly face for this guy. Misha walked after Zenzal, hoping not to appear too stalker-ish or anything. He quickened his step, and stopped right in front of him, face-to-face with the guy he'd bumped into earlier. "Hey, yo, what's up? You look kinda lost. I can help you out if you're new. Call me Misha." Misha extended his hand, asking for a hand shake. His body language was military, but his word choice and laid-back tone certainly weren't. "Er, Cadet Rusakov, rather. I'm still not completely used to that. And you are...?"credits: made by ambassador tanz of ATL + PRE |
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Post by zenzal on Mar 24, 2013 21:41:27 GMT -5
being greeted by another person of the same rank as him through the wave of people was definately a relaxing sight to see "nice to meet you cadet rusakurov im cadet ericson" he replied with a smile and salute noticing this person who seemed very casual despite being in a military base "insane rush huh?" he asked referring to the people that had rushed by them
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Post by Misha Rusakov on Mar 25, 2013 0:39:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,border-left: 7px #dcdcdc double;] | [atrb=style,border-left: 28px #dcdcdc solid;] | [atrb=style,border-left: 2px #dcdcdc dotted;] | [div style="width: 300px; border-left: solid 10px #dcdcdc; border-right: double 15px #dcdcdc; border-top: dotted 2px #dcdcdc; border-bottom: dotted 2px #dcdcdc; padding: 10px;[/style"]misha, not mikhail "Rusakov, not Rusakurov." Misha gently corrected his fellow cadet. His name wasn't the easiest one to pronounce or even remember, so he wasn't going to hold it against Ericson. Oops, I forgot to salute! He quickly brought his hand up and gave him a salute in return. All of this stuff didn't fully stick with him, no matter how long he spent learning the ins and outs of military formalities. It'd be a long time until he felt like a stoic Rusakov instead of a smiley Misha. "Yeah, it's like they're worker bees trying to get at some honey or something." Misha watched them hurry along. "Maybe they're all preparing for some kind of mission. I'm going to be on one soon, I hope." He hadn't even seen his mobile suit yet, but he looked forward to getting out there and doing something for his side. I wonder what my squad'll be like. Misha hoped they wouldn't be too hard on him for his attitude. credits: made by ambassador tanz of ATL + PRE |
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Post by zenzal on Mar 25, 2013 8:17:25 GMT -5
Zenzal looked at his fellow cadet and nodded at his statementlooking back at the mobile suits wondering the same "i wonder what kind of missions we'll have?" he asked misha not looking at him "and began thinking even more "do you know what squad you're in yet?"
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Post by Misha Rusakov on Mar 25, 2013 10:47:50 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,border-left: 7px #dcdcdc double;] | [atrb=style,border-left: 28px #dcdcdc solid;] | [atrb=style,border-left: 2px #dcdcdc dotted;] | [div style="width: 300px; border-left: solid 10px #dcdcdc; border-right: double 15px #dcdcdc; border-top: dotted 2px #dcdcdc; border-bottom: dotted 2px #dcdcdc; padding: 10px;[/style"]misha, not mikhail It was likely that they'd get assigned to bottom-of-the-rung work, the stuff that was meant for the grunts. Something like gathering supplies or making sure that a certain spot was still looking good. Higher-ranked people got to do better, more important stuff. That made sense, since they were the ones that had the skills for it. Either that or, the cadet squad would be sacrificial lambs sent off to tire off the enemy's offensive attacks. Thus was the life of a greenhorn. "Well, as much as I'd love to be on the frontline, I doubt they'd put us there. Maybe, just an exploration mission?" Misha had to be careful for what he wished for. The more exciting a mission looked, the more dangerous it was bound to be. "Nah, I don't even know one of their names. I haven't even really checked my suit yet, either. I heard it was a Zaku." The Zaku was the one that he'd fared best in during his training exercises. The other suits hadn't clicked with him as much as that one. "What kind of suit do you have? Are you more of a close-combat kind of guy or more like a long range fighter?"As for Misha, he was a bit of both, but he definitely preferred getting up close and personal with his opponents. There was nothing like a well-timed heat weapon swing, going through his enemies like a torch through steel (almost like a knife through butter but way more brutal). He couldn't wait to see what his suit could do when the stakes were higher out on the battlefield. "I like melee better than guns. I feel a lot more in control that way."credits: made by ambassador tanz of ATL + PRE |
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