Farewell Party; three weeks prior to start of season
"Sarah please, don't leave," the words hung in the air of the nearly empty mechbay. The few techs who had stayed for the farewell party had all left about an hour ago, leaving the two women alone. Where not long ago camaraderie and laughter had colored the tone of their conversations, the sense of privacy afford by lack of bystanders allowed the them both to drop their guard. The two women couldn't have been more different. Sarah, a mechwarrior, was...regal. Tall, facial features indicative of high society, and a shoulder length blonde ponytail, colored and styled to match the most common fashion set by Katrina Steiner.
Her opposite was short and petite, with vaguely Slavic features and spoke with a barely perceptible Tikonov accent. In contrast to the mechwarrior, Anna Dmitriyevna Demidova, the Black Heroes' chief mechanic, was anything but regal, dressed in a oil splattered coveralls, her hands were dyed a perpetual black from endless days spent working on the team's Battlemechs.
"There's no future here for me, Anya. Even if Rhodes can get the Alds...sorry, the "Heroes" turned around it could take years for them to be relevant again. I'm a mechwarrior, a good mechwarrior, I've got to do what's best for my career now not hope that things will be great in three or four seasons. The Argos are willing to pay top c-bill to have me on their team now, as a starter, Anna. I can’t pass up this opportunity." Sarah's voice was soft, almost protective. The voice someone would use to explain a hard truth to a child.
"Sarah! You can't seriously be thinking about their offer! They killed Ald, they killed him right in front of us! For God’s sake, you were right next to him when-"
"Anya!" Clearly taken aback by her lover's sudden harshness. "We've talked about this...it was an accident, accidents happen in this line of work. What happened to Gary could have happened to any of us. Myself included. Why are you making this so hard?"
Silence filled the room as Anna struggled to find her voice, "Because I'll never see you."
"Sure you will," Sarah said, reaching out for Anna only to be rebuffed
"When? When will I see you, Sarah? I work sixteen hour shifts, six days a week, and with the banks taking an entire lance of our mechs to pay Gary's debts, I've got my team working doubles just to keep the remaining six together. You know that’s not going to change any time soon," Anna bit her lip in frustration, clearly struggling against her emotions. "I guess I’d at least see you for a couple of hours every night…"
"About that...The..." Sarah cleared her throat. "The Argos want me to move into their training facilities on Greyland. I'll fly in on game days but..."
"So you’ll be on the other side of the world, without me? I hope all that money makes you happy."
"Damn it Anya! It's not about the...I can’t. I’m not having this argument with you right now…"
"Then when are we going to have it Sarah? Tomorrow? Next week? In six months?"
"You're right...you're right. Let's not drag this through the mud, maybe we need to just call it qui-" Before she could finish her thought the double doors behind her, doors that lead to the main lobby of the Heroes' facility, opened to reveal the bookish form of mechwarrior Theodore York.
"Sarah," York stopped in the doorway, holding the rightmost door open, his baritone voice cut through the silence created by his entrance into the room. "The Argonauts have sent a car to fetch you, I believe it’s time to go."
Sarah turned away from Anya without so much as a goodbye and walked to where York was standing in the doorway, she paused and gave the tall man a once over before hugging him tightly. "See you around, Ted." She spoke without letting him go, "Good luck out there, I’ll be rooting for you guys."
York returned the hug. As the two parted he smiled warmly at his former teammate, the bushy bristles of his mustache curling with his lips, "Blake be with you, Sarah Halstead."
Sarah smiled a tear taking shape in her eye as she left the room without turning back.
Anya on the verge of tears but unwilling to show it in front of the Blakist stormed off in the direction of the hanger's office sending a wrench loudly clattering to the floor in her wake. Practically kicking the well-worn door of its hinges she found herself facing Sven, who reclined with his feet on the sole desk in the office as he watched cartoons and demolished a healthy serving of Chinese takeout.
"Sven...what are you doing?"
"Kar'tooms," the large mechwarrior replied seriously, speaking around a mouthful of rice noodles and beef. His eyes intent upon the weirdly off season Captain Zed and the Justice Strikeforce Christmas Special playing on the small television mounted in the corner of the room.
Anya let a out a loud sigh and collapsed onto the tattered old leather couch that had been haphazardly deposited in the room. The pair sat in silence, with Sven casting careful glances at the distraught woman.
Finally breaking the silence, Anya spoke with a quiver to her voice,"Okay, Moose. How much of me and Sarah did you hear over Captain Zed?."
"Enough," the laconic mechwarrior replied.
"I don’t know what to do Sven...I just….I thought I loved-" Her words catching in her throat, Anya covered her mouth as she fought back tears. Lost in her own thoughts, she jumped when a loud bang rang throughout the tiny office. Raising her eyes she saw Sven, his large hands holding a clear bottle, alongside it a pair of upturned shot glasses.
"On Trondheim, we have a solution for problems like this," Sven said as he began to fill the two small glasses he had arranged in front of him with a liquid that smelled suspiciously like paint thinner, somehow burning her eyes even from across the table.
She reached for the proffered glass. A shadow cast over her right as she went to shoot back the cheap vodka.
"Everyone okay in here?" Theodore asked directing the question at the room rather than at Anya directly. He carried himself in a priestly manner, and for a moment she debated spilling her emotional problems at his feet hoping that perhaps the older warrior had some words of wisdom. Before she could embarrass herself Sven interjected.
"Cartoons," The big man said as he poured himself a second shot.
"I can see that," The Blakist laughed. The two warriors shared a mischief streak, both acting as surrogate brothers for the tech. For better or worse they were as much part of her family as her Grandad was.
"Teddy?" She asked, her voice weak. The shot glass still in her hand.
"Yes, Anya?" Teddy's voice carried his concern for the young technician.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it," she said leaning back into the couch. Afraid that if she'd started opening up she might begin to cry and never be able to stop.
"Okay, well I'm heading home for the night...Be safe you too, see you in the morning," the gladiator turned from the room and began to walk out.
"Good night, Teddy," Anya said while Sven merely grunted in acknowledgement, pouring his third consecutive drink.
"Oh," York said, stopping just outside of the doorway.. "Have faith, Anna. Remember 'It's good to have old memories, but necessary to have young hopes.'"
"Did Blake say that?"
"Hmm? Oh, no, it was in my fortune cookie," she could hear his smile as he shut the door behind him.
The two remaining occupants of the tiny office laughed as the shut the door behind him.
Anna looked down at her shot glass and downed it in a sudden motion before handing it back to Sven. The clear liquid burned fiercely and she couldn’t help by grimace at the awful taste. The Rasalhagian piloted grinned at her and nodded approvingly as he poured her another round.
"Moose, does it ever get easier to lose someone important?"
"No," he grimly replied. "But you get used to it."
Edited by Julmust Jaeger, 12 January 2017 - 02:12 PM.