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 rider on the storm, wow, no one writes in africa, lol
Aaron Shale
Posted: Aug 26 2006, 08:59 PM


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Joined: 21-August 06

(OOC: Kira says I've gotta RP how I got my MS smile.gif this is set in Aarons past- about a year.)

The exchange had been made over an five hours ago, but still Aaron remained where he was, concealed in an old mine about ten kilometers from where the deal had taken place. He had not been followed, but he did not want to risk it.
He tilted his head back, letting the last drops of the precious water fall from the canteen into his mouth.
He couldn't wait too much longer; his colleuges would soon begin to think that he had failed. He replaced the canteen, leaning against the crate of rockets beside him. Sighing, he calculated how long it would take for him to drive the cargo to the smugglers hide-out, wanting to arrive at least roughly on time.

A trail of dust and dirt fell from the mine's ceiling, softly pouring on his head. Aaron looked up, his head tilted to one side wondering what was the cause of the disruption.
There was a faint thud, followed by more dirt falling from above.
What's going on? Aaron unslinged his SMG and loaded a round in the chamber; cautiously he proceeded through the mine, heading towards the entrance. As he went, the sound he had heard continued to grow more frequent.

Aaron pulled the heavily tinted goggles down, sheilding his eyes from the blinding sunlight as he emerged from the mouth of the mine.
Not far away, a group of MS's were engaged in combat. Looking through a pair of binoculars, he could see that the suits were from the EA and ZAFT.
Wonder what they're doing way out here?

Aaron continued to watch the suits perform the deadly ballet; dodging, firing, weaving, blocking. It was quite a sight to behold.
A ZAFT GINN fired its CIWS at an Dagger; the Dagger didn't appear to take much damage, but it went down anyway.
The battle raged on. After another five minutes, the EA MS's were destroyed, leaving the ZAFT with only two heavily damaged GINNs. The ZAFT suit's left- more than likely falling back to where they had come from for repairs.

Unable to resist the chance to gather some genuine mobile suit parts and equipment he went a short distance back into the mine and retrieved the jeep he was using.
Aaron drove about the wreckage of the mobile suits, looking for anything of use to salvage but everything was damaged beyond repair.

Aaron had just about given up hope of finding anything, when he came across the Dagger that had gone down with little damage- now half buried in a sand dune.

"A-ha, a gold mine! There's going to be something here for sure."

Aaron approached the Dagger, cautiously, searching for any sign of the pilot.
The cockpit was open, sticking out from the sand.
He was even more cautious now, with the possibility of the suit's pilot nearby, jealously guarding their machine; but as he got closer, Aaron lowered his guard a little.
Leaning halfway out the cockpit, obviously with an act of their last breath, was the mobile suit pilot. Dead.

Upon closer inspection of the cockpit and pilot, it was apparent that those CIWS shots that had been fired at the Dagger had penetrated the cockpit and had dealt the mortal wounds to the pilot- who now laid in the sand by the suit (a white tan line showing where his watch used to be.)
Aaron sat in the pilots seat, looking at the equipment before him. The suit had suffered very little external damage; most of the damage was inside.
He had seen the their smuggler mobile suit pilot work in his 'borrowed' recon GINN. Aaron found what seemed like what that pilot used to activate his MS. Aaron used it, not expecting anything to happen; but he was surprised when the Dagger started up.

"The OS is intact?!" He said, astounded.

The Dagger's combat systems and equipment were destroyed, but it seemed that the movement operations were in working order.
If I can get this thing running properly again...
Aaron made his decision; mentally he ran through all the mines in the area which could store the metal behemoth.

Aaron spent the next hour stumbling through the sand dunes in the Dagger; finally he got to the mine he had in mind. It was not very deep, however it was the only one that could fit the MS easily.
He deactivated the mobile suit and opened the cockpit door. Turning on a torch he searched throught the cockpit, looking for any emergency supplies; he found a half-full canteen of water.

Aaron decended to the ground on the cable from the cockpit, the light from the torch cutting through the darkness of the mine.
Outside a sand-storm fiercly swept across the desert landscape. He had planned to go back to the jeep, grab the cargo and return to camp, but now it seemed that he would be delayed. He would wait till the storm passed and would return to the cave with the cargo and radio for someone to pick him up. He already had his explination sorted out.

Sitting against the wall, he looked at the Dagger while he listened to the sounds of the storm outside.
Storm...that's what i'll call you. Storm.

With that though running through his mind, Aaron fell asleep.

(OOC: The 'Dagger' is a 'Strike Dagger'; I can't be bothered to look through and fix it- 11:00 pm and all.)

This post has been edited by Aaron Shale on Aug 26 2006, 09:07 PM
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