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Mobile Suit Gundam: The 261st

Laytn’s eyes narrowed, and his lips became a thin line. He knew where his fellow officers were coming from, and the forward reconnaissance with the Wappas would be fast and efficient. Yet, in Laytn’s mind, it was never a bad thing to have someone sitting quietly on some hilltop with their eyes watching your back through a giant scoped beam rifle. He hadn’t meant for the 261st’s entire contingent of mobile suits to form up, and start combing the desert for Feddie saboteurs.

In reality though, Laytn acknowledged the Commander and Milo had fair points. The issue with the shredded tires was probably nothing more than bad luck, and getting Old Crow out of bed would be overkill in such a situation. The chance to get out of the convoy for a bit, even if it wasn’t in the pilot’s couch of his beloved mobile suit, was still an opportunity Laytn wasn’t going to pass up.

“Very well, sir,” Laytn nodded to Commander McKnight. “Binos and Wappas it is.”

Casting a sidelong glance to Milo, he smirked. “I did hear about that—the unit that almost took down the White Devil with the Wappas. Thought it was bullshit at the time, but…” Laytn shrugged, “…after the things I’ve seen in this war, anything is possible.”

Laytn heard Joshua’s fervent offer to join the recon mission, and he chuckled lightly at the younger man’s almost boyish eagerness. He liked Joshua, and he knew the man to be a good soldier, and a good pilot. It was amazing how much Laytn had grown accustomed to being with these men, fighting and toiling alongside them for months. Their cause had failed, but there wasn’t a single spacenoid in the 261st he wouldn’t be proud to serve with again.

“Doing recon on Wappas is a little below our paygrade, don’t you think fellas?” Laytn said to the other men. “I get we’re all going stir crazy, but, in the unlikely event that shit does hit the fan, we wouldn’t want the lion’s share of the 261st’s officers going down in a blaze of glory would we?”

Laytn pushed his boonie hat back on his head so he could scratch at the sunburn that lingered on his brow. “I mean, that’s just something to chew on. I’m up for whatever, Commander. But it is something to consider, especially since Milo just said we’re going to be without long range comms due to that Minovsky zone.”

Mobile Suit Gundam: The 261st

Sorry for the delay fellas. I'm almost finished with my post.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The 261st

Should have a post up in a few hours.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The 261st

"Please use only as directed. Contact your superior officer for sustained battles of longer than 4 hours."

Mobile Suit Gundam: The 261st

I can hear the commercial now..."Mobile suits: the guaranteed solution for natural male enhancement."

Mobile Suit Gundam: The 261st

Can't blame an old soldier for trying haha

Mobile Suit Gundam: The 261st

Doing well. Happy to see the RP moving forward :).

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@Terminal Would it be possible for me to go ahead and post again? The relative time difference might be a little off with the other players, but it could set groundwork for future interaction.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The 261st

How's everyone doing today? Good I hope.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The 261st

Laytn nodded empathetically to Milo, and the man’s mention of returning to space.

“Glad to hear it. It could always be worse, I suppose.” Opening his hands to include Lt. Gordon, he continued with a wry grin, “At this rate, though, I think I’ll be returning half of Earth’s sand to Side 3 in the pockets of my uniform.”

Looking down the row of Samson’s, Laytn could see Commander McKnight approaching. From amidst his fellow lieutenants, he tossed the man a perfunctory salute and a smirk.

“Milo’s right, sir,” Laytn said to the ranking officer, “Josh and I are really nothing more than walking pergolas at this point. It’s an honorary title.”

Laytn adjusted the boonie hat on his head, wiping away the drips of sweat that were already gathering at his brow, and the tip of his nose. The heat was oppressive, even if it was a “dry heat.” That description, a common phrase among Feds as he understood it, was a nonsensical expression to Laytn—the heat was uncomfortable, regardless of the relative humidity.

Following Milo’s gaze, Laytn looked to the Zaku tank that was now assisting the mechanics with the tire change. As the hulking half-mobile suit, half-tank lifted the Samnson off of the sand, Laytn was surprised to realize that this was the day’s third flat tire. Tire trouble had been a part of the entire Zeon operation on Earth, but today did seem unique in its confluence of bad luck. Laytn let out a thoughtful “hmmm” in reply to Milo’s notion of the Earth itself conspiring against them. Coincidence did not sit well with him.

Turning back to face his three companions, Laytn placed his hands upon his hips. “Three in a day is out of the ordinary. It’s probably nothing, but it might not hurt to take a more thorough look around.”

Looking to Commander McKnight, Laytn lifted an inquisitive brow, though his words were for all his comrades. “It might not be a bad idea to fire up Old Crow, and give the area a quick scan. Set up an overwatch even?”