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Mission 5 - I'm a secret agent, AMA!
Intro
Video/Action; Public
Action; Private to Aqua
[After dealing with the Red Claw and now without a job, Troy decided to take a week off, get a break and focused on training hard to keep his skills sharp. The mission made him realize how outgunned and alone he is in this world without the Consortium on his side. While he doesn't think the friends and allies he made here wouldn't have his back when shit hits the fan, it was just easier for him to long for the familiar. But it wasn't something that Troy really dwells on too long. He's alive, he's well, and tired as hell from all that training so that's something that calls for a celebration. Riding his motorcycle and wearing his power armor, Troy drops by a bar somewhere in Genessia.]
Video/Action; Public
[After having a few beers and being bored since he can't get drunk anyway, Troy decided to try out the network and really put himself out there. He's been in this world for months now, and he feels he hasn't met a lot of people yet. Well this is a good chance to meet some! Firing up his new communicator, he starts to make a public video broadcast. His face shows up on screen with a brow slightly raised, wearing some fancy-ass leather jacket over shirt. His Genessia necklace hangs on his neck]
Alright. Hey guys, Troy Dantes here. So I was just thinking how I don't really know a lot of people in this world despite having been here for months now, and I thought why not for once use this network for something useful. Brief intro: I used the the Deputy Guardian for Nova City before the new boss rolled in recently, and my job before all of this wasn't too far from that. I was an agent for a independent paramilitary group, some would call me a soldier, but let's keep it as "agent".
[He shrugs, smiling a little]
Anyhow, if you're one of us who's been here for a lot longer than I am or new arrival listenin' in, I'd like to invite you for some drinks. It's my treat. Oh, and you younger folks only get soda or something. But, if you can't go outside or think bars are a wretched hive of scum and villainy, that's cool. Since I'm bored you can just ask me anything! Any sort of question. Whether Genessia related or something silly, just don't try too hard with edgy questions. Don't be that guy.
Action; Private to Aqua
[Dubai Subarchway, Nighttime. Troy decides to actually go home to his penthouse for once, instead of just crashing in his headquarters somewhere in the city like he always does. But Aqua and his AI assistant Silke has been taking good care of the place ever since Aqua had started staying here. It really feels to him like he was the visitor instead of the actual owner. But that didn't stop him from just raiding the fridge and plan on making dinner for the both of them. After activating holograms that show the steps and ingredients he'll need for this dinner, he fires up the stoves with a touch on the holographic screen. Whenever Aqua shows up, she'll be seeing him without a shirt on. But at least there's a towel over his shoulder? #Scandalous]
Hah, well look who showed up. I didn't think you'd come back early.
[He gives Aqua a nod with a smile. He's already predicting that she'll ask him to put a shirt on.]
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Guess you could say 'former' if this place is anything to go by. Ex-mercenary pilot, to be more exact.
[The flight jacket was probably the give away in that regard, and the red hound patch on his left sleeve.]
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And what does the ex-mercenary pilot do now? You must miss being up there huh? I know the feeling of being grounded too long.
[He has his own fighter jet back in his world, customized to deal with magical entities that fly.]
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Not much I can do around here. Best I got is usin' those mechanical skills at a repair shop in this place.
[He swirls the drink in his glass a little.]
Needless to say, workin' on lesser equipment isn't quite the same as preppin' an Eagle for sortie.
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As in an F-15 Eagle?
[He loved that machine, though they're really old by the time he was born. Eagles, Tomcats, and Hornets to him are like Mustangs and Zeros to normal people.]
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[He takes another drink and a slight smirk comes to his face, his tone sounding a little smug.]
Had to land her with a wing missing once.
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[Troy raises his pint to show his respect. He's a good pilot himself, but doing that to an old machine like the Eagle would take a lot of skill than what he has]
My old man was a pilot in the Marines. Used to fly a Hornet.
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[Except... he is on one, but he'll push that thought of his head.]
Hornets, huh? I've had my share of run ins with them. They'll sting you in the ass if you're not careful.
[Taking on Grun in their Hornets at the Round Table was certainly a challenge.]
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[Troy empties the whole pint then gets the bartender's attention to order himself another round of beer.]
Put this guy's drink on my tab, to why don't cha.
[He turns to Larry]
If you want more, it's on me. I'm feeling generous today.
[He always is, but today is one he feels a little more gallant than usual. Show off]
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Oh yeah? What's the occasion, kid?
[He turns his stool to face Troy fully, before extending a hand.]
Name's Pixy.
[He knows it's obvious that it's a nickname, but hey, he's still not comfortable giving away his real name to just anyone yet.]
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Why, is Tinkerbell too long for your parents, or...?
[He gives a crooked grin. It's obvious he's just playing, if that's what the guy wants to be called he'll respect that.]
And I don't need an occasion to be nice to someone. Especially to someone who's drinking alone.
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As if I've never heard that one before. It's either that or Solo Wing, kid, so take your pick.
[He's flown by mercenaries and military alike, so any comments about his TAC name at this point were expected. He takes another sip of his whiskey.]
You say your old man was a pilot. You got any experience or you stick to ground units?
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[He taps his fingers to a rhythm on the bar's wooden surface, looking at the mirror behind the shelf of drinks before looking to Larry again]
Hm? Me? I mostly stay on the ground and do the grittier shit, but I fly too. Depends on the mission. Or if the R&D guys have an experimental fighter they want to test out, I volunteer to fly them.
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They must be short on staff if they let you do both, or they're awfully lenient. What've you got experience with?
lol Servant jets.
[Troy spoke casually, but with a bit of pride in his tone]
I tested out latest baby to the bunch once too. Archer-class. It's meant to be the first generation of fighter jet to be used in space.
I hope Lancers don't have the E luck rating.
Seventh gen, huh? And here we haven't even fully mastered fifth gen yet.
[He does raise an eyebrow.]
Yet you said your old man flew a Hornet. Why bother with fourth gens if technology is clearly that far along?
They're lucky enough not to have that.. :B). Fate. B)
[He takes another pint from the bartender's hands, but he didn't drink right away]
During his time, my country suffered a huge economic crash. I mean, my country's always been on the less privileged side of things, but things went from bad to worse for a while. The Marines settled for 4th gens since the countries who had 'em previously practically gave them away like candy, while they enjoy their newer toys. They still did their job against terrorist forces in the southern parts of the country, who were using old MiGs. By the time the new leader stepped in and made things right, my dad was already retiring to really be able to pilot the new stuff.
ba dum tssshhh
Other countries bein' more privileged than others? How typical.
[He downs the rest of his whiskey in one go, setting his glass down and orders another.]
Surprising they didn't decide to try and pick on lesser countries with their fancy new tech.
[He pauses and then shrugs.]
But then again, put a fourth gen in the hands of the right pilot, and any higher gen aircraft won't stand a chance.
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[Having grown up in a sort-of patriotic household, Troy couldn't help but feel a bit like Larry at the vast differences in wealth and power between countries. It was one thing that endeared him to Spiral. They may be a private conglomerate, but it was their actions that pretty much united the world under one banner of humanity.
Troy gives dry chuckle at Larry's comment about lesser countries]
I guess it's pure luck that didn't actually happen, but it almost did. My dad would've been a goner if my country went to war with her bigger neighbor. There would be nobody treating you to a drink right now.
[He laughs. If it wasn't for political sweet talking and threats of trade ceasing, China would have waged war against the Philippines and other Southeast Asian nations over territorial disputes. Especially now that their European and American allies were greatly weakened by the Second American Civil War]
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Can't count him out there. You never know when the smaller country would have the one person with what it takes to win. If Ustio could come back from the brink of annihilation against Belka, I'm sure any country can.
Who knows. Your dad could've been your country's 'Demon Lord'.
[Of course, not every country would have a pilot like that, but the possibility was always there.]
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Demon Lord? Fancy title. Must have been one hell of a pilot to earn that nickname.
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He was somethin' else. It was hell bein' that guy's wingman and having to keep up.