ACT01:- Elena Weinberg, Co-Captain
Elena Weinberg can't believe her eyes. Nor her ears. In her grasp is a written document of denial regarding the recognition of Mars as an independent nation; her promise to the 2nd runner of Jehuty as a token for his aid in destroying Bahram's military fortress AUMANN. She could have lost the members of the Storm company together with the remaining fleet of LEVs, or even Earth itself if he hadn't show up. For a brief moment back then she'd classified that runner as a top-class jerk, well at least until he'd help them out.
"Thank you, Captain Weinberg. That would be all."
Well at least the jerk is probably a few thousand times much better than you are. He'd done his homework.
She inhaled as deep as she could, her brain cells clashing to decide whether or not to question her commander as she takes in more oxygen.
"This is not right. I thought I have your words when you said that you'll take care of the recognition process," she exhaled.
The pudgy-faced commander adjusted his position, the sight of his soft belly made Elena wondered if he'd actually passed the physical test. She knew that he'd never had any experiences in facing hundreds of the enemy's Orbital Frames- He'd probably got his ranks by cash. The bright rays of the sun shined through the large window behind him, casting shadows that hid his face in the shades and gave him a sinister feel.
"Well, you did have MY words, but I'd never said I that the rest of the UN members would give your theirs."
"You could at least try to say something, convince them somehow-"
"Jesus Christ, Weinberg! I ain't no big decision maker on the ring, you know that."
"Fine. Then how about those Orbital Frames that were ordered to be sent to our R&D two years ago? Aren't they supposed to be Martian property?"
"They WERE; Until they drifted ten thousand kilometres out of Mars' gravitational field."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Well, in case you're not into interplanetary laws, dear; In Line 71, Act No. 569, Chapter 104 in 2120's Law of Planetary Aerospace states that any object floating ten thousand kilometres away from a planet's gravitational area will be considered as debris in space. And perhaps you already knew that anybody is allowed to collect debris, according to the 2087's Space Environmental Laws?"
Whoa. Since when do you start to have such a brain to store that particular rule in such a precise order?
"But that doesn't explain-"
"That's enough! Are trying to have me following YOUR orders, CAPTAIN?"
Geez. Feeling so vulnerable that you have to take me on with your ranks. Loser.
Elena lowered her head, the documents in her hand crumpled inside her fist.
"Not at all, 'COMMANDER'."
"Then get the hell out of my office! I have my jobs to do!"
That was probably the first time she felt like being born on Mars instead. So that she could blast this pig out of orbit.
Biting her lower lips, she turned and make her way to the door.
Yeah right, what other jobs do YOU have other than sleeping while listening to Mozart?
She slammed the door shut behind her and tried to ease herself down a bit, before letting out a big but silent sigh of disappointment. That was also her first time of not keeping her promise in her history as a UNSF Captain.