Melissa had gotten herself into quite a pickle with Kurz. She paced up and down in the confines of her quarters. There was a growing pile of empties, and many cigarettes that had been snuffed out in her thinking.
Why had she agreed to accompany him on this booze fest anyway? She was tempted to tell him he was just hallucinating when she agreed to his request.
Sure there were benefits to this excursion: Booze, Partying, A chance to do some good, and Kurz. However along with those benefits came hangovers, stupid men, and Kurz.
Kurz was truly an enigma, looking pretty shallow on the surface, but not exactly the easiest to predict. Only he could be a mixture of kindness and lecherousness, of stupidity and intelligence, of intensity and joviality. Sousuke had told her about the episode in the loc room of TDD-1.
The young man stated it succinctly: "For all of Sgt. Weber's crude sexual remarks and overtures of his sexual activity with various female COs, he was very concerned with what I said to Kaname. I had no idea he was such an ardent promoter of the rights of females. He kicks rather hard for being unskilled at close combat. I cannot understand why he does not act in such an upstanding manner around you Sgt. Major, for a great deal of his speech to me is praising your many…virtues. His admiration for your body proportions is just the beginning. He also has great respect for you as a person."
After that mouthful by Sousuke, Melissa was rather confused as whether to congratulate Kurz or kick his ass.
This was standard procedure when it came to Kurtz, he was quite the enigma. Melissa was unsure whether he was as shallow as he acted or actually was a decent human being under that pizzazz. Kurz certainly had his faults, but the man was kind to fault, not a cruel bone in his body.
She remembered after his recruitment into Mithril there was complete profile done on him. She had actually never looked at the results as she was sure that horny sniper would be there only temporarily. Instead he took Urzu 6 as his handle, and replaced the man he been meant to serve as stopgap for.
"Where the hell is that profile?" she muttered to herself, as she threw the old files into the cage of empties. After about 50 thick folders in the personnel section of her filing cabinet she found it.
"Aha gotcha! Found the bastard's profile." Mao reconsidered her choice of words; this was no way to be talking about her "date".
Weber, Kurz
Age: 23
Place of Birth: Edogawa, Japan
Last Place of Residence: Weisbaden, Germany , Childhood, Connections etc…
This was interesting about Weber, but she could read this later or never, or she could wrangle it out of him herself. Psychologically
She wanted a professional look at Kurz Weber.
Behavior and Tendencies: Upon observation the subject usually used levity and humor in situations that did not warrant it. Most likely resulted from being in restrictive environment while young, and is exercised merely as normal social behavior. Subject conceals emotional turmoil by indulging in perversion. "Pain helps me forget…" subject stated on several occasions when asked to give reasons for his actions, this seemed to be an unconscious response. Overly social to those who show some kind of perceived weakness or lack of emotion. This rather confusing redundant sappy nonsense went on for awhile until Melissa was at her wit's end, and reached the general summary.
Conclusion: Subject hides emotional scars and turmoil through behavior, and is likely to snap if not placed appropriately. This could cause a drastic decrease in skill level, as well as any social benefits that were made to his squad. Ideal Comrades are polar opposites that encourage interaction and might place him on the path to complete mental health.
Ideal Matches
94 Sgt. Major Melissa Mao.
89 Sgt. Sousuke Sagara.
80 Pvt 1st Class. Vali Nedelko.
If this wasn't for Mithril NCOs on up, she'd be sure that Kurz fixed at least one of these results. She'd have to check her profile to make sure he didn't. Plus she never bothered to check hers, figuring it to be expensive insulting garbage about herself, she leafed through her personnel files until she found hers.
Sgt Major. Melissa Mao.
Age: 25
Birthplace: New York, New York.
Behaviors and Tendencies: The Sgt. Major possesses a guilt complex which she unconsciously acts upon. The subject tends to partake in alcoholic consumption and smoking to alleviate this guilt. Subject has an acute case of PTSD (Posttraumatic Stress Disorder). Because of the rough environment she was brought up in, tends to knock around comrades so that they may better themselves. The combative environment she was raised has contributed to her being especially protective of friends and comrades. Also of note is her ability to act autonomously without information or orders from a central command authority, regardless of situation.
She skimmed to end of the report, and found the conclusion.
Conclusion: Sgt Major. Melissa Mao has traits that are very desirable for NCOs, because she cares deeply for her men; the Sgt. Major is likely to be more cautious and avoid taking unnecessary risks. However, she is hardnosed enough to instill discipline within them all.
Ideal Squadmates
94 Sgt. Kurz Weber
82 Corp. Janos Renzo
79 Sgt. Sousuke Sagara
"I swear right now on this can of Heineken: If I see those highbrows, I will test the durability of 7 types of beer bottles on their heads!" Her hands clenched and unclenched as she took deep breaths.
"Guilt Complex? GUILT COMPLEX? When have I ever shown a Guilt Complex towards my squadmates? If Kurz was being perverted, I'd use him for a mop! For chrissake who do they think they're talking about here? Some who gets all weepy when people die in combat? I'm the reason the USMC doesn't recruit women for active combat, because I outdid those leathernecks! I am the original badass!"
Kurz popped his head into her quarters at the exact wrong time. Taking what she had said out of context and for once not being perverted.
"Don't beat yourself up sis! You've got a great body, and a sharp mind to match! Who's the blind idiot who told you had a bad ass? I'll rob him blind! Your a-...ehh…uhh…you look great!" His face was scarlet red and he was cringing as if waiting for the blow.
Melissa looked at him oddly, as if trying to figure out what exactly he meant by that. Her first impulse was perversion, but Kurz couldn't even squeak out that she had a nice ass. This could prove useful indeed, and she could use this particular circumstance to squeeze Kurtz for some info.
"Kurtz? Come here." Melissa had a predatory smile plastered on her face.
"Certainly sis, watcha want?" Kurtz had mistaken her smile for one associated with seduction. Studying every nuance of her expression, Kurtz approached slowly, and with his back to the door, making it easier to pivot and sprint out of her quarters.
"Kurz…You know what you just said right?"
An observer might compare this to when Hitler's panzers rolled across France. This was the very essence of Blitzkrieg; Melissa had confused Kurz to her true plan of attack, and was preparing for spearhead.
"That was a sexual comment Kurz, was it not?"
She had broken through the main lines, and now she had to prevent him from setting up defenses.
"You did threaten battery and robbery to the who man said that, didn't you? By the way, it was Lt. Commander Kalinin who made that remark."
He was effectively immobilized but still had the ability to strike, Melissa wanted to change that immediately. She began to trace lines across his face with her finger, and then cupped his chin, her face inches from his. He began to sputter, and turned a deeper shade of red.
She had his flanks open and undefended, and was carrying on attacks on all fronts.
"That could get you in trouble Kurzie, and you're so sexy when you're shy. You answer the questions I ask honestly, and I'll not press charges for sexual harassment, nor dereliction of duty, because you're supposed to be instructing at the shooting range."
She had him immobilized, surrounded, and unable to offer any resistance. Any German field marshal would be envious.
"Sit down Kurz. First, I want you to tell me what you're planning when I go to Oktoberfest with you, and I want to know about the Sergeant who has consistently been the best marksman I've had the pleasure of commanding" Melissa put a little emphasis on pleasure just finish Kurz off.
Kurz reluctantly sat down, after his successful pitch to Melissa he had not given the events a great deal of thought, he had been too giddy to put some thought into it.
"Err…We could go beer tasting, check out the scenery, check out some clubs…" It was clear from his halting tone of voice and his choice of "activities" that he hadn't thought about it.
"What kind of clubs Kurz? I don't want to go to any Retro club got it?" Melissa put enough venom in her voice to makes things clear.
"There's always Natraj Temple, a hardcore Trance club…Or the Prager Frühling which is a great mix of everything, or the Biergardens at the Park-Café, or hell just the Hirschgarten…" he began to shoot off names of clubs and breweries more confident now. "With our combined looks sis we could get into any club we wanted to! Or we could 'persuade' them to let us in." Kurtz winked at her, and then kicked up his feet onto the chair.
"What makes you think I'd go clubbing with you Weber? You're not even as muscular as Sousuke, just taller. I could find hunks that look 3 times as better than you do around." Kurtz visibly deflated, and Melissa noticed this. "However, in terms of brains, and combat ability for your looks, you came out ahead of the pack Weber. You've got a good head on your shoulders, and a cool hand on the trigger." Melissa consoled the rather pitiful looking Sergeant.
Now only if he'd work out Melissa thought to herself, then Kurtz would be truly a catch.
"Anything else Sis? Or do you want to grill me about my uninteresting childhood spent mostly in Edogawa? Or can I buy you a drink or something?Kurz remarked hoping she'd not press the question. The last he needed was tender comfort from Melissa Mao, he was pretty sure she wasn't capable of such behavior around him.
"Hmmm…Y'know what Weber? I'll have that drink, you'll tell me about your childhood, and we'll see who's the better shot?" Melissa had that predatory smile on again.
"What are the terms Sis? You're a better Pistol shot than I am and you'd win so those are out…" Kurz remarked, with the obvious purpose to avoid going head to head with Pistols.
"Tell you what Kurz, we'll use pistols" She held her hand up to forestall a groan, "But I'm going to be using a real pistol, so you might beat me in terms of accuracy." She walked over to her weapons locker and began to spin the combination locks that held the outer doors in place. Kurtz gulped, what did she need two layers for?
He once had asked that question and she had replied with air of menace: "I hope you never have to find out Weber, I'd hate to lose my best sniper." After several minutes of rummaging around she pulled out a humungous weapons case, and indicated for him to open it. Inside the case was a Olympic Arms OA98. He'd used that monster a few times. This behemoth was based off the M16, and fired the standard NATO 5.56 rounds, and could load M16 30 round magazines. The gun possessed a special spring recoil and buffer, to cope with the kickback. It did have a much shorter barrel, so power was slightly diminished. Mao had certainly picked a good gun to go shooting with, perhaps she was trying to send him a message…
Kurz drew his own sidearm from its shoulder hostler, and put it on the table. Mao snorted, trust Kurtz to have the most accuracy he could in anything. It was a SIG P210, and she was well aware of its reputation of being the most accurate 9mm out of the box. Only question was, how did Kurz afford such a weapon? 2100 was a steep price for a Pistol, especially for Kurz who sent of his money home for an undisclosed reason. She'd find out why, after this match. "Weber! Let's stop gawking and start walking." Mao put enough authority into her voice to rouse the man, and they left her quarters.