Isaac Mori woke up to the murmurs of a rock song. His golden eyes blinked blearily, staring at the tiny radio belting out Joan Jett's famous tune in the lowest volume possible from on top of the table opposite his bed. He sighed, the sound louder than the radio as it echoed throughout the small room.
It was time to start another day.
Isaac rose from his bed and stretched his limbs, snatching his steel watch from the table and glancing at it briefly as he went to his dressed. He slept for seven hours it seems. If he was still on his previous job, that would've been a cause for a frown. However, this new life he has been living for the past week ... the Captain has always emphasized freedom and all its merits even on her recruitment pitch to him after they spaced all of those MS Hunters. When he had asked for a schedule, Captain Aza had smiled softly and, in retrospect, pityingly at him, before he was told that he just has to be prepared for emergencies. Otherwise he was free to dictate his time unless the group's planning something.
He liked it, actually, but it was strange after years of mundane routines.
The door slid open as he left and leaning on the wall beside the door was the closest person the ship has to a disciplinarian. Ilsa Caspiano, a tall and beautiful woman with dark hair, blue eyes, and a severe expression struck permanently on her face.
"Finally up, Mori?" She asked, not even turning her head as she addressed him.
"I ... yeah ..." Something about the woman reminds him of his former manager. Oftentimes strict, but well-meaning in the end. Considering that his former manager isn't a Vulture pilot with who knows how many kills though ... well, he can't help but be more nervous in front of her, despite his own pilot conditioning. "How long have you been waiting?"
"Five minutes at most." Ilsa turned to him, arms crossed under her chest. "I would've barged in if you slept any longer."
Isaac stifled a sheepish chuckle and just smiled weakly. Ilsa didn't look like she was joking.
"Come on, Mori." The brunette said as she walked past him towards the direction of the bridge.
"What's happening?"
He matched her pace, more alert and serious than he was moments ago.
"The Garland Dominion just effectively declared war on Io."
Isaac stopped, struck dumb. The Dominion? On Io? He grimaced and hurried after Ilsa.
"Did they say why?"
"They said nothing but pretty words and anyone with half a brain knows its for the forge-moon's resources." She was scowling fiercely. He would too if he still wasn't so shocked.
After all, this bodes ill to anyone not aligned with the Dominion and the Alliance.
"What's our plan then?" He eventually asked as they neared the bridge.
"I'll leave that to the Captain, as always." She stopped at the door and stared at him right in the eye. "As should you, Mori. You're a part of this crew now. Some of them have already accepted you but most haven't. So keep your head down and do what the Captain says."
Isaac gulped but he nodded. A small and satisfied smirk appeared on Ilsa's face before she turned towards the door.
Silence greeted the both of them as they entered.
It was time to start another day.
Isaac rose from his bed and stretched his limbs, snatching his steel watch from the table and glancing at it briefly as he went to his dressed. He slept for seven hours it seems. If he was still on his previous job, that would've been a cause for a frown. However, this new life he has been living for the past week ... the Captain has always emphasized freedom and all its merits even on her recruitment pitch to him after they spaced all of those MS Hunters. When he had asked for a schedule, Captain Aza had smiled softly and, in retrospect, pityingly at him, before he was told that he just has to be prepared for emergencies. Otherwise he was free to dictate his time unless the group's planning something.
He liked it, actually, but it was strange after years of mundane routines.
The door slid open as he left and leaning on the wall beside the door was the closest person the ship has to a disciplinarian. Ilsa Caspiano, a tall and beautiful woman with dark hair, blue eyes, and a severe expression struck permanently on her face.
"Finally up, Mori?" She asked, not even turning her head as she addressed him.
"I ... yeah ..." Something about the woman reminds him of his former manager. Oftentimes strict, but well-meaning in the end. Considering that his former manager isn't a Vulture pilot with who knows how many kills though ... well, he can't help but be more nervous in front of her, despite his own pilot conditioning. "How long have you been waiting?"
"Five minutes at most." Ilsa turned to him, arms crossed under her chest. "I would've barged in if you slept any longer."
Isaac stifled a sheepish chuckle and just smiled weakly. Ilsa didn't look like she was joking.
"Come on, Mori." The brunette said as she walked past him towards the direction of the bridge.
"What's happening?"
He matched her pace, more alert and serious than he was moments ago.
"The Garland Dominion just effectively declared war on Io."
Isaac stopped, struck dumb. The Dominion? On Io? He grimaced and hurried after Ilsa.
"Did they say why?"
"They said nothing but pretty words and anyone with half a brain knows its for the forge-moon's resources." She was scowling fiercely. He would too if he still wasn't so shocked.
After all, this bodes ill to anyone not aligned with the Dominion and the Alliance.
"What's our plan then?" He eventually asked as they neared the bridge.
"I'll leave that to the Captain, as always." She stopped at the door and stared at him right in the eye. "As should you, Mori. You're a part of this crew now. Some of them have already accepted you but most haven't. So keep your head down and do what the Captain says."
Isaac gulped but he nodded. A small and satisfied smirk appeared on Ilsa's face before she turned towards the door.
Silence greeted the both of them as they entered.