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Latest revision as of 05:27, 24 June 2025
- Cast: Miriallia Haw, Murrue Ramius
- Where: Archangel, Bridge
- Date: U.C. 00100 06 23
- Summary: It's been a...never, since these two last spoke one on one. Time for some girl talk!
<Pose Tracker> Miriallia Haw has posed.
It's only been a while since Miriallia has returned to the Archangel, but returning to her old job as the CIC Officer has gone smoothly thankfully. Right now it's a skeleton crew on the bridge. Just her and Captain Ramius. It's kinda nice actually. Peaceful. With nothing on the sensors at the moment and her day's work nearly done, Miri leans back for a stretch. Towards the end of her stretch, she gives the captain a sideways glance. "All's clear on the censors, captain. Up for some girl talk?~"
<Pose Tracker> Murrue Ramius has posed.
Murrue finished the sip she had taken of her coffee, a special mix from the Desert Tiger himself, thoughtfully called "Angel's Dust." The Archangel was currently a few hundred feet below the ocean, having sent off a shuttle carrying Lacus Clyne to yet another secret rendevous to delay yet another war only a few hours earlier. The Archangel was nested in a small underwater canyon, all the better to hide themselves from any overhead SONARs tracking from Gaia Sabers associated ships. It was an interesting skillset Captain Ramius had acquired in her course of captaining the Archangel. Space Warfare Commander, Surface Battle Commander, and after the Archangel's refit, Subsurface Commander.
Murrue rests the mug on the arm of her command chair at Miriallia's annoucement. Clear sensors means a clear mind after all. But Miriallia's request for 'girl talk' was new. Despite fighting through an entire war together as part of the Archangel's bridge crew, she actually hadn't had much in the way of friendly conversation with Miriallia, remembering how their first time meeting began with Murrue drawing a gun on the brown haired girl sitting behind her, as well as her collection of friends on the Heliopolis. Murrue always suspected that when she made the first call out to the Archangel's remaining crew members to sortie once more, it was more out of a sense of loyalty to Kira or the Archangel than Murrue herself.
But...no time like the present. "Sure Miss Ha- Miriallia," Murrue opted to be a bit less formal, it was only them on the bridge after all and one thing she did know was Miriallia prefered things more casual, unlike the older military hands of Arnold and Dalida. "What's on your mind?"
<Pose Tracker> Miriallia Haw has posed.
Miriallia turns her chair over to Murrue, resting her head off the her knuckles. Sure, looking back, that conflict may have been rather... unpleasant, and difficult for both of them in their own ways. But with the benefit of hindsight, she's really come to respect the older woman. Her loyalty may be to the Archangel, but mainly to the people aboard. Her friends, all who she's come to care for.
"You seem pretty experienced, aren't you Miss Ramius? With men, I mean. I wanted to get your thoughts on something." Miriallia says as she has a confident smile on her face. "If your boyfriend wanted you to quit your job and go be a stay at home mother with him, what would you do?" If Murrue was clever, she could likely telkl that this is quickly going to turn into a dish sesh.
<Pose Tracker> Murrue Ramius has posed.
Miriallia can't see it, but there's a grimace on Murrue's face. Oh why did this girl have to say the b-word of all words? But, calm Murrue, calm down. Composure before the crew.
"Well...I don't think I've had a relationship get that serious." Murrue sighed, her only ones ending in very unfortunate tragedy due to the war. "But...I've always been a career oriented woman, so if someone were to approach me with that proposal, I don't think it would be lasting much longer than that. I take it you've been asked?"
<Pose Tracker> Miriallia Haw has posed.
Sorry Murrue, but girl has boy trouble! "Yup! You remember Dearka? He's asked several times now if I'd come with PLANTs with him. I ended up blocking him for a bit." She sighs. She likes the dude, but tossing her career away? She'd rather die. "We've always been a situationship I guess, but still he's so annoying..." Does Murrue know what a situationship is? "He keeps going about him being able to provide for us. But I don't want that. I'm trying to focus on my career. Be more than a mother, you know?"
<Pose Tracker> Murrue Ramius has posed.
Murrue searches in her mind for a moment...Dearka...Dearka...oh yes, the ZAFT Red pilot they captured when the Strike was destroyed and Kira...and Tolle went missing. Murrue was happy to see that at least Miriallia has moved on. Murrue still felt guilty about having to call off the search and evacuate the area.
"I'm surprised he's so...traditional." Murrue said after a moment, taking another sip of coffee. "For a country so oriented around science, you'd figure it would be a bit more...progressive." Of course she also saw first hand the willingness of the PLANTs to devolve to base human rage, hatred and destruction. "But to be honest, if he can't respect the fact you want to be a working woman, he might not be worth the time."
<Pose Tracker> Miriallia Haw has posed.
Miriallia lets out a sigh. "The PLANTs's birthrates are in a bad spot. I guess he wants ~do his part~. But isn't it so frustrating? If he wants to make babies so much, he should carry them himself!" She kicks the floor. It doesn't mark it thankfully, but she still rubs it as an apology with her foot. "I've also heard that the government there pairs up couples based on being able to have kids. It's certainly a rough spot to be in as a state. But what about the women who don't want to have kids?" She sighs. "I respect him wanting for Coordinators to live on, but ugh. If Tolle was still here..." She made herself sad again. She looks down to fiddle with her hands in her lap. "Sorry. I shouldn't be bringing him up."
<Pose Tracker> Murrue Ramius has posed.
Perhaps she's not as over Tolle as Murrue thought. And honestly, remembering that trend amongst the PLANTs is what made her so hesitant to join the Waltfeld's up there. "No, it's perfectly fine Miriallia...I know how you feel." Murrue said, as flashes of two lost loves, two pilots, filled her mind. "I feel like everyone lost someone in that war. I never really had much time to get to know Tolle...what was he like? If you're comfortable with sharing."
<Pose Tracker> Miriallia Haw has posed.
No, no she is not. He's still deeply important to her and she still feels awful about what happened. Not that she blames Murrue, or anything, just a general sense of sadness on the subject. After a little bit of silence, Miriallia speaks up. "He was a good guy. Kind, and a little goofy. We've been dating when we met on Heliopolis. We were pretty inspererable." Miriallia smiles as she talks. "And he had a strong sense of loyalty. You know that, I'm sure." It /was/ Tolle who defended Kira first for being a Coordinator, way back when. "God, do you remember Sai's flame t-shirt? Who let him dress like that?" She lets out a sorrowful laugh. "He and Flay were engaged, you know?" Happier times, even if their worlds were falling apart then.
<Pose Tracker> Murrue Ramius has posed.
It was an incredibly loud shirt, Murrue recalled with a soft chuckle. "I knew the two were dating," She said, thinking back to the day the Archangel landed on Earth, making contact with the Desert Dawn. She also recalled standing in the hangar with Mu, watching Flay as she helped Murdoch clean out the Strike, and learning the rapidly growing love triangle forming between her, Sai and Kira. "But I didn't know it was an engagement. That Kira, sometimes I don't know what to do with that boy. But, he's Miss Clyne's responsibility now, and at least Flay and Kira seem to have made amends." She then recalled how Flay threatened to murder Lacus on the bridge of the Archangel...she wondered if the esteemed Bright Noa ever had to deal with that much drama on the White Base. "It's times like then I've always been thankful for being a better battleship commander than a guidance councilor."
<Pose Tracker> Miriallia Haw has posed.
"It must've been tough, having some hormonal teens on board. I can't imagine it's very fun having to deal with all of our crisises." Miri giggles a little. It's easier looking back on that. "That Kira and Flay... She and I are friends, and been reconnecting more recently now. But..." She debates on whether she wants to share her piece of juicy gossip. She decides better of it. "I'm glad they made up. I think we're all in better positions over the last conflict." She nods. "Sai and Flay were engaged, some agreement between their parents. Now Flay, if she was asked to put aside her career, she'd do it in a heartbeat. Back then, anyways, she was rather..." Miriallia hestiates, looking for the right word to describe her friend. "She fit right in with traditional gender roles." She shakes her head. "A-anyhow, Miss Ramius. I've talked enough about me. What about you, weren't you close with Captain Mu La Flaga? Or was it Lieutenant - er, Captain Badgiruel?"
<Pose Tracker> Murrue Ramius has posed.
Ah, old Britannian Nobility Nonsense, something Murrue certainly didn't miss from her EFSF days. "Lieutenant Commander La Flaga was much better at handling that sort of thing than I was. Natarle was...well she was quite a bit more strict about things."
Murrue held her coffee mug in both hands, resting it on her lap, and looked up at the ceiling of the Archangel's bridge, before her eyes drifted down to the spot in front of the windows, sealed tightly by the reinforced panels, where Mu's strong arms took her close to him, their lips touching, her hope for a happy future slowly returning...only to be crushed again watching his Strike Gundam disappear in a fireball as it took a beam cannon shot at Jachin Due... she sighed. "As for myself and Commander La Flaga well...something almost happened. I'll be honest Miriallia...my track record on the dating scene has been...well lets just say I'm probably the last person to turn to for relationship advice."
Murrue took another sip of coffee. Who was she kidding, it was just a wartime romance...it probably wouldn't have lasted...right?
<Pose Tracker> Miriallia Haw has posed.
Miriallia goes quiet. "Oh... I'm so sorry, Captain..." She's back to fiddling with her hands. "...Commander La Flaga was always good to us. The Archangel isn't the same without him, you know?" This probably isn't helping. Despite her time away, speaking with other victims of the many conflicts in this world, it's difficult. "Mm. Hey, you know we all love you, right? It wouldn't be the Archangel if you weren't at the helm. And everyone I speak with has nothing but praise for you." She then smiles. "Plus, you're gorgeous, Miss Ramius. Give it some time. And maybe with someone outside of the military." She forces a laugh here, trying to cheer Murrue up.
<Pose Tracker> Murrue Ramius has posed.
Murrue couldn't help but give a kind smile. "Thank you, Miriallia...that means a lot more than you might think." she said, turning her head to look back at the younger woman behind her. "Though I think Lieutenant Nuemann might disagree on the adoring me part, considering some of the maneuvers I order him to do. But perhaps you're right...maybe someone not in uniform for a change."
<Pose Tracker> Miriallia Haw has posed.
Miriallia laughs. "Well, your orders do get a little scary. But they get us through, each and every time." She nods with a confident smile. "Plus, Nuemann's still here, isn't he? Honestly, between you and me, I just think he likes finding things to complain about." She quietly checks the time. "Speaking of which, it ought to be his shift holding down the bridge pretty soon. Do you mind if I call him up?"
<Pose Tracker> Murrue Ramius has posed.
Murrue settled back into her seat, and crossed her legs, feet still resting on the footrests. "Well...I suppose you're right on that one. And yes, please call up Mister Neumann and Mister Chandra. I think the Archangel's Captain is overdue for her hot spring time." Murrue smiled, finishing her coffee.
Deep below the crashing and storming waves of the ocean, a welcoming sense of calm rested over the hidden Archangel.