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Who: Mercy Dyer | blackhole_revel | and Justin Gray | cantseemenow |
What: A 'friendly' spar gets out of hand, the reprimand doesn't help matters.
Where: Washington State, sparring facility on base.
When: Probably 2039; before drug failure and breakout.
Rating: R for swearing.
VORTEX:
She highly doubted this was what the higher ups had wanted when they gave out the cross team sparring rotas. Realistically, they should've known that tempers and egos got out of hand from time to time, and volatile people against volatile people wasn't a good idea. Vortex wasn't the one who started it, oh no, that was all on Shimmer. Nothing to do with her.
Guys who didn't like fighting with girls, just because they were girls, bugged the life out of her. She was just as good as them, just as capable and strong. So when they got all smug and macho, she really just had to go as far as she went.
Naturally, standing in front of the Admiral's office, still bleeding and aching, meant that the Admiral didn't see it the same way she did. Sparring was one thing, and a few bruises or whatever, that was okay. But all out brawling, apparently didn't work in their favour. Which meant another reprimand, probably some shit ass duty for a month, and just to top it off, Quake was going to kick her ass.
SHIMMER:
He'd heard enough about the Tango Oscar unit, heard enough about their CO and all the crap they'd put up with -Tango Oscar and Delta Whiskey didn't have too much in the way of communication; but on a military base the size of the Seattle base, gossip spread like wildfire. Everyone knew about the prodigies on the Tango Oscar group. Their CO's connections to the Admiral, their tracker being the best, the fact that they even had a time manipulator. Yeah, everyone knew about Tango Oscar.
Shimmer didn't think they were hot shit until their hand to hand specialist beat the shit out of him. So he had a mouth, so he'd riled her up. He'd broke the rules first and he fully expected her to tattle and get herself off scot-free.
Invisibility was a tactical advantage, and he'd used it to get in a few sucker punches. She didn't need to nail him in the family jewels though. Didn't need to get so brutal with the knee she rammed into his groin. And she didn't need to look so damn smug about it.
"This is your fault."
VORTEX:
The remark made her roll her eyes, as if. "I think you'll find it's yours." Asshole needed to shut up before she just threw him to Brazil and took whatever lumps they gave her for that. Hell, she'd happily take the shit from that if it got rid of him. "No powers, first rule. You broke it, you take what you get."
She'd been sparring with the other members of different units for nearly seven months. Supposedly, it was to make her better. Truth be told, it was just making her bored. There were only so many people you could spar with, learn their style and then work with it. Sure, some of them kicked her ass the first few times; but she learned, because Quake told her to, and then it ended. There were a handful of guys or gals that could take her by now, and one of them was on her team.
"Shut your trap before I break your face again." Her nose was broken, which hurt like a bitch, a gash on her head from what she'd assumed was his boot to her face while he'd been invisible and frankly that was just bad manners. Concussed, sore and not really up for a verbal sparring right before a reprimand, Mercy just wanted the asshole to disappear. Permanently.
SHIMMER:
He was totally over the bullshit of this group. So fucking up themselves. Like hell was he going to let his team-mates see him take a beating from this bitch; glowing golden girl of the sparring ring. "Fucking bitch," he muttered, because he wasn't stupid enough to let the superiors hear him. Since they were filing out of the Admiral's office, both he and Vortex snapped to attention despite how much it hurt.
Oh yeah, he saw that wince from her, good few kidney shots did that. It wasn't enough to make him smirk, because hell, his sides ached, his nose was twisted out of place and yeah, that knee to the groin pretty much had him wanting ice like no ones business. First he needed to get his ass chewed out for pissing with the bases favourite unit.
With a glower, they were waved into the office, so at least this wasn't going to be a public ass chewing, that would've been the icing on the damn cake.
VORTEX:
This was the part she was dreading. Admiral Reed, Quake's father. She knew that she was put on Reed's unit because he was pretty unshakeable; he had three soldiers with unique abilities, not only in herself but with Flux and Tunnels too. Not to mention Bravo-Three. This could get her and Quake in serious shit, and Mercy didn't really want to do that to the guy, not when he managed to put up with her as much as he did.
"Both of you are a let down." Well, Mercy had heard that before, but usually it came with an exasperated sigh and a shake of the head. She doubted that Admiral Reed would take the excuses that she could sometimes shift off onto Quake. "The sparring program was set up to integrate the units and allow for each of you to learn. It was not a platform for anyone to make a name for themselves." It was a waste of time, she knew that. Egos around here were as big as the state, there wasn't any way in hell that there wouldn't be conflict. "Do you have anything to say for yourselves?"
Mercy was pretty sure that 'he started it' would not go down well, that was something she'd mutter to Eve when the SIC asked what the hell happened. "We were out of control, sir. It won't happen again." Next time anyone tried it, Mercy would portal the whole sparring mat if she needed to.
SHIMMER:
The fact that Vortex hadn't ratted him out, because she was well in the right to do so, they had about fifteen witnesses that saw him fade out during a non-power match. She could get him knocked down a rank and on the shitty duties for months if she pointed the finger. He was stunned silent for a moment. "Right, tempers and egos, we were out of line." It seemed like the best way to go for now.
If they played off a rivalry then maybe the punishment wouldn't be too severe, Shimmer couldn't take another notation on his file, he'd be bounced from Major and that would screw up far too much for him. The fact that Vortex was a Corporal sort of made sense now. The woman had been in the program as long as he had, maybe longer, and yet, she was still just a Corporal?
It was highly probable that she was just the rebel of the little unit -although everyone thought that was Wavelength, but things were starting to make a bit more sense, and it didn't look like anyone was getting preferential treatment right about now.
VORTEX:
The sigh and mild scowl from the Admiral spoke volumes, and Mercy had the will to hope that maybe this wouldn't end up as anything too serious -really, she couldn't be demoted any further with her training, and she didn't think that Shimmer would be handed a demotion since they couldn't dish out the punishment to her.
"You're both on night sentry, and I expect nothing short of stellar behaviour from the both of you. Vortex, you're off base permission is revoked from here on. Both your CO's will be informed." It was the wave of dismissal that had both herself and Shimmer saluting perfectly before exiting the office without a word.
The permission to leave the base wasn't exactly an issue for her, she rarely waited for permission to go off base anyway. That was the beauty of her ability, and no one could track it, save for Grant, and she doubt he'd ever betray her like that. He'd find a way around it. It was the fact that Quake was going to be informed of yet another reprimand brought up against her and yet another time she'd broken the rules on base.
She wasn't the only 'trouble' case, not by far, but she was the only one on Quake's team that regularly got pulled in front of the Admiral. "Great."
SHIMMER:
Snorting slightly, completely fine with Blaze knowing he'd gotten into a blow out with Vortex, he just smirked at the smaller woman, shaking his head slightly. "What's up? Don't wanna disappoint the fearless leader?"
If anything Clara would just give him that look of hers that told him he was acting childish. Maybe going through the training at the same time as his CO, being in her unit from day one and practically being friends for most of it, maybe all that had some sort of opposite effect on him. But whatever it was, the threat of his CO being informed was more like a slap on the wrist for Justin. Even if she did ignore him for a few days. He'd had worse.
"Maybe one of your boys can kiss it better." He might've been pushing it, but she wasn't as intimidating as she might think with bruises coming up on her face and dried blood smeared on her lip.
VORTEX:
She was going to kill him. Wipe that infuriating smirk of his fucking face and kick the shit out of him. At least she would if she didn't have enough respect for Quake not to get into another fight in less than three hours. "Even look at me sideways the next couple of days, and you'll be hiking back from Everest." She'd do it, she fucking would.
In truth, Mercy didn't really want to be the disappointment to Quake. It wasn't as much as disappointing him, Jason knew just what made Mercy tick for the most part, the fight wouldn't be a surprise and he wouldn't be disappointed as such. Angry as hell, maybe. Disappointed? Only if she hadn't given back as good as she got.
No, the biggest worry was having Jason's father know that Mercy was on his team, and that he wasn't doing what the Admiral may have wanted. Mercy wasn't worried about disappointing Quake, Mercy was worried about being the reason the Admiral was disappointed with Quake. "Fuck off, jackass. And don't be fucking late for sentry. I'm not picking up your slack."
She only picked up Chris' slack when the kid needed it. And even then, not a fucking soul knew it.
What: A 'friendly' spar gets out of hand, the reprimand doesn't help matters.
Where: Washington State, sparring facility on base.
When: Probably 2039; before drug failure and breakout.
Rating: R for swearing.
VORTEX:
She highly doubted this was what the higher ups had wanted when they gave out the cross team sparring rotas. Realistically, they should've known that tempers and egos got out of hand from time to time, and volatile people against volatile people wasn't a good idea. Vortex wasn't the one who started it, oh no, that was all on Shimmer. Nothing to do with her.
Guys who didn't like fighting with girls, just because they were girls, bugged the life out of her. She was just as good as them, just as capable and strong. So when they got all smug and macho, she really just had to go as far as she went.
Naturally, standing in front of the Admiral's office, still bleeding and aching, meant that the Admiral didn't see it the same way she did. Sparring was one thing, and a few bruises or whatever, that was okay. But all out brawling, apparently didn't work in their favour. Which meant another reprimand, probably some shit ass duty for a month, and just to top it off, Quake was going to kick her ass.
SHIMMER:
He'd heard enough about the Tango Oscar unit, heard enough about their CO and all the crap they'd put up with -Tango Oscar and Delta Whiskey didn't have too much in the way of communication; but on a military base the size of the Seattle base, gossip spread like wildfire. Everyone knew about the prodigies on the Tango Oscar group. Their CO's connections to the Admiral, their tracker being the best, the fact that they even had a time manipulator. Yeah, everyone knew about Tango Oscar.
Shimmer didn't think they were hot shit until their hand to hand specialist beat the shit out of him. So he had a mouth, so he'd riled her up. He'd broke the rules first and he fully expected her to tattle and get herself off scot-free.
Invisibility was a tactical advantage, and he'd used it to get in a few sucker punches. She didn't need to nail him in the family jewels though. Didn't need to get so brutal with the knee she rammed into his groin. And she didn't need to look so damn smug about it.
"This is your fault."
VORTEX:
The remark made her roll her eyes, as if. "I think you'll find it's yours." Asshole needed to shut up before she just threw him to Brazil and took whatever lumps they gave her for that. Hell, she'd happily take the shit from that if it got rid of him. "No powers, first rule. You broke it, you take what you get."
She'd been sparring with the other members of different units for nearly seven months. Supposedly, it was to make her better. Truth be told, it was just making her bored. There were only so many people you could spar with, learn their style and then work with it. Sure, some of them kicked her ass the first few times; but she learned, because Quake told her to, and then it ended. There were a handful of guys or gals that could take her by now, and one of them was on her team.
"Shut your trap before I break your face again." Her nose was broken, which hurt like a bitch, a gash on her head from what she'd assumed was his boot to her face while he'd been invisible and frankly that was just bad manners. Concussed, sore and not really up for a verbal sparring right before a reprimand, Mercy just wanted the asshole to disappear. Permanently.
SHIMMER:
He was totally over the bullshit of this group. So fucking up themselves. Like hell was he going to let his team-mates see him take a beating from this bitch; glowing golden girl of the sparring ring. "Fucking bitch," he muttered, because he wasn't stupid enough to let the superiors hear him. Since they were filing out of the Admiral's office, both he and Vortex snapped to attention despite how much it hurt.
Oh yeah, he saw that wince from her, good few kidney shots did that. It wasn't enough to make him smirk, because hell, his sides ached, his nose was twisted out of place and yeah, that knee to the groin pretty much had him wanting ice like no ones business. First he needed to get his ass chewed out for pissing with the bases favourite unit.
With a glower, they were waved into the office, so at least this wasn't going to be a public ass chewing, that would've been the icing on the damn cake.
VORTEX:
This was the part she was dreading. Admiral Reed, Quake's father. She knew that she was put on Reed's unit because he was pretty unshakeable; he had three soldiers with unique abilities, not only in herself but with Flux and Tunnels too. Not to mention Bravo-Three. This could get her and Quake in serious shit, and Mercy didn't really want to do that to the guy, not when he managed to put up with her as much as he did.
"Both of you are a let down." Well, Mercy had heard that before, but usually it came with an exasperated sigh and a shake of the head. She doubted that Admiral Reed would take the excuses that she could sometimes shift off onto Quake. "The sparring program was set up to integrate the units and allow for each of you to learn. It was not a platform for anyone to make a name for themselves." It was a waste of time, she knew that. Egos around here were as big as the state, there wasn't any way in hell that there wouldn't be conflict. "Do you have anything to say for yourselves?"
Mercy was pretty sure that 'he started it' would not go down well, that was something she'd mutter to Eve when the SIC asked what the hell happened. "We were out of control, sir. It won't happen again." Next time anyone tried it, Mercy would portal the whole sparring mat if she needed to.
SHIMMER:
The fact that Vortex hadn't ratted him out, because she was well in the right to do so, they had about fifteen witnesses that saw him fade out during a non-power match. She could get him knocked down a rank and on the shitty duties for months if she pointed the finger. He was stunned silent for a moment. "Right, tempers and egos, we were out of line." It seemed like the best way to go for now.
If they played off a rivalry then maybe the punishment wouldn't be too severe, Shimmer couldn't take another notation on his file, he'd be bounced from Major and that would screw up far too much for him. The fact that Vortex was a Corporal sort of made sense now. The woman had been in the program as long as he had, maybe longer, and yet, she was still just a Corporal?
It was highly probable that she was just the rebel of the little unit -although everyone thought that was Wavelength, but things were starting to make a bit more sense, and it didn't look like anyone was getting preferential treatment right about now.
VORTEX:
The sigh and mild scowl from the Admiral spoke volumes, and Mercy had the will to hope that maybe this wouldn't end up as anything too serious -really, she couldn't be demoted any further with her training, and she didn't think that Shimmer would be handed a demotion since they couldn't dish out the punishment to her.
"You're both on night sentry, and I expect nothing short of stellar behaviour from the both of you. Vortex, you're off base permission is revoked from here on. Both your CO's will be informed." It was the wave of dismissal that had both herself and Shimmer saluting perfectly before exiting the office without a word.
The permission to leave the base wasn't exactly an issue for her, she rarely waited for permission to go off base anyway. That was the beauty of her ability, and no one could track it, save for Grant, and she doubt he'd ever betray her like that. He'd find a way around it. It was the fact that Quake was going to be informed of yet another reprimand brought up against her and yet another time she'd broken the rules on base.
She wasn't the only 'trouble' case, not by far, but she was the only one on Quake's team that regularly got pulled in front of the Admiral. "Great."
SHIMMER:
Snorting slightly, completely fine with Blaze knowing he'd gotten into a blow out with Vortex, he just smirked at the smaller woman, shaking his head slightly. "What's up? Don't wanna disappoint the fearless leader?"
If anything Clara would just give him that look of hers that told him he was acting childish. Maybe going through the training at the same time as his CO, being in her unit from day one and practically being friends for most of it, maybe all that had some sort of opposite effect on him. But whatever it was, the threat of his CO being informed was more like a slap on the wrist for Justin. Even if she did ignore him for a few days. He'd had worse.
"Maybe one of your boys can kiss it better." He might've been pushing it, but she wasn't as intimidating as she might think with bruises coming up on her face and dried blood smeared on her lip.
VORTEX:
She was going to kill him. Wipe that infuriating smirk of his fucking face and kick the shit out of him. At least she would if she didn't have enough respect for Quake not to get into another fight in less than three hours. "Even look at me sideways the next couple of days, and you'll be hiking back from Everest." She'd do it, she fucking would.
In truth, Mercy didn't really want to be the disappointment to Quake. It wasn't as much as disappointing him, Jason knew just what made Mercy tick for the most part, the fight wouldn't be a surprise and he wouldn't be disappointed as such. Angry as hell, maybe. Disappointed? Only if she hadn't given back as good as she got.
No, the biggest worry was having Jason's father know that Mercy was on his team, and that he wasn't doing what the Admiral may have wanted. Mercy wasn't worried about disappointing Quake, Mercy was worried about being the reason the Admiral was disappointed with Quake. "Fuck off, jackass. And don't be fucking late for sentry. I'm not picking up your slack."
She only picked up Chris' slack when the kid needed it. And even then, not a fucking soul knew it.