Mission Accomplished!

[reactorhead_russians]

[1]

[Post "Canceling the Apocalypse"]

After everyone cools down from the stress of the mission to seal the Breach, Alexis and Sasha can be found relaxing on the hanger gantry by their battered Jaeger. Their cheeks have a slight flush, and the shattered shards of shot glasses lie by their feet.

Sasha's leaning against Alexis's shoulder, eyes closed, but Alexis turns and waves to you as you pass by.

"Za tvoyo zdorovie." He says quietly, smiling slightly.

[2]

A week later, Alexis and Sasha Kaidonovksy, sobered up and dressed in rumbled looking military uniforms, show up at Commander Antov's desk and place two manilla folders on his desk.

"We're applying to be your prison wardens." Sasha declares bluntly.

[3]

[To Be Expanded On]

Comments

[abugslife]

It has to be a curious situation, for mayonnaise to be only available on the black market.

No, I do not need anything too strong. Merely something that will let me feel the kick from your drink. A normal Gebian barely feels the effect of alcohol; for an augmented champion like me, it is like drinking water.
I feel like that would be disrespectful, in this celebratory situation.

[reactorhead_russians]

Alexis grunts. "Well...let me see if there's anything in the mechanic's bridge..."

He goes off to check. And then Sasha wakes up.

"Ah." She says sleepily. "It's you...the Egypt Alien." She gives a thumbs up. "Liked your moves. Who taught you?"

[abugslife]

Experience. I have been fighting for almost twenty years at this point. To become a general on Geb, you need not only to be a leader, but also a powerful warrior in your own right.

[reactorhead_russians]

Sasha frowns at that statement, thoughts churning through her alcohol-moistened mind.

"So your military leaders are sort of like tribal chiefs...they gain power through demonstrating good fighting skills...and through popularity with their peers."

Her noses scrunches up in distaste.

"That makes it difficult to have civilian oversight over your armies, Da?"

[abugslife]

If tribes had millions of members, and had to abide by a specific military code.

Our army has to listen to the decisions of the high council, but different generals still have a high degree of autonomy - this is why it was possible for it to split into two factions, hostile to each other. It can be quite a mess at times, I do admit. That is the price for having a society where individual achievement is one of the highest virtues.

[reactorhead_russians]

"There are downsides to going to the other extreme." Sasha allows.

She sniffs. "If your council votes against Terumun's invasion plans, will he launch a coup de-tate?"

[abugslife]

Unlikely. It would take a complete bastard to go against such a decision. Even Teremun is not that much of one. He is close, but not quite enough.

[reactorhead_russians]

"Mmm." Sasha says. "If you say so."

Alexis returns with mayonnaise, which he clumsily ladles into a shot glass.

"Here you are." He says, handing it to Heph. "Now...a toast before we head to bed!"

He and Sasha raises their glasses. "To a world finer than it was yesterday!" They declare. "Schol!"

[abugslife]

I will not stop in my pursuit of a better world, until I can act no more. Let it come!

[Hetepheres downs the mayo. It makes her body shake slightly, just for a quarter of second.]