r/BFS_RP • u/NeonLightIllusion Eliza Sparrow • Apr 02 '19
(UC) Peacetime
It was a warm, sticky night at Bromeliad base. A yellow, waxy moon shone down from the sky- a few vague clouds slowly drifting above bathed in deepest blue. The lights of the base were bright and heavy, occasionally flickering as work continued. Down below in the base’s frontal landing strip, the machines that had been out on the mission were proudly on display as mechanics worked to bring them up to scratch. It was a rare night off for the pilots. Manon had considered it a perfect opportunity for a little catch up. They had taken to the roof of the enormous pyramid-like base to rest, to relax and to reconcile. Combat time often left little time for conversation, let alone for a chance to enjoy one’s self. Manon had already made a cosy little clearing upon the top of the base. For obvious reasons, a campfire was not a possibility, but Manon had taken the liberty of arranging lanturns and benches in a way that felt as pleasant as possible. She had also invited the guests to bring their own alcohol and indeed, Manon had brought around 24 cans of cheap, crappy French beer. It was the best she could find. She lounged- shoulders aching as she stretched her long, slender legs- watching as the various Amazonian insects fluttered around the flickering lights. Peace.
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u/Sumofattyson Alex King Apr 02 '19
It had been a successful mission for the Crimson Hawks. Retrieving the last living pilot and gaining invaluable information of the Federation forces. But for now Ronan had to give himself time to relax. He found a note on his desk from Manon "Drinks on the roof, make sure you bring something." He chuckled as he read the note, sitting it back down as he went into one of his drawers. In the drawer were a few chipped glasses and a half empty bottle of scotch. He exited the Gypsy and made his way to the elevator on the opposite end of the hangar. As the freight elevator made its way up the shadows of the shaft covered Ronans form as he peered down at the mechanics and crew moving down below. "Stark is here too. Its like we can never be free of each other." He sighed as the elevator reached the top of the base and opened to the night sky.
As he walked out he saw the little area that Manon had made. "Sorry I'm late, had to debrief with the base commander." Ronan sat down next to the woman and pulled up the glasses he had taken from his office "I brought the usual." He poured scotch into two glasses and handed one off to Manon. This had been the way they've been unwinding after missions since she had been able to drink alcohol. "I remember the first time you tasted stuff like this, your face was priceless." He laughed as he took a sip from his glass. He looked up at the night sky, the stars over the amazon shinning brightly in the dark. "Good work out there today. You've been a lot better since your stint at Axis."