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crowley did not like the air of this new station. The MorningStar Hoard had trained him well, and he had evern mark of being a good poilot - but corley didn't .. Mess.. Well with the rest of the poilots. And when it caming to poiloting jeagers - that was a major problem. in a pinch, he could do his job with an eric if something came up and the trio needed to be split up 0- but the experance left him feeling sleaazy. all three of the boys minds let him overrid theirs too easily, and he hard the feeling. drift was supposted to balance two minds - not completely overwhealm on and submit them to you will.
Morningstar also had more poilots then they had suits, so crolwey was lent to other stations under the guize of looking for a co-pilot for him ... whiel the had him doing busy work and repairs in the mean time. and of course - his pay was sent back to Morningstar. there was also the concern that he was being sent to spy on the other stations - though corlwey had no idea why anyone would be that parinoid. Edean Station - unoffically run by the Celstian Hosts - had grilled him for hours when he'd first arrived, demanding to know what the Haord was playing at.
corlwey had answered them honestly, if Lucifer asked him about the Station, crolwey would tell him honestly, but the man wasn't about to go snoopping. if there was a sinerser reason corlwey had been cent here - he had no idea about it. the fight was eith the kaiji - not the other stations.
he really hated the Host.
he'd come across their pilots at other stations, and hadn't thought to highly of them then either. The Host prided themselves on the most flexable jobs fo piolts. crolwey wasn't sure of the nitty gritty - but the short end of it was they had the largest pool of compatable pilots ont he planet. there was never an excuse for one of their working suit not to be in the thick of things - if a single pilot was kille dot injured - they always had a fresh piolt to sync up and go. any base with a host suit had an extra pilot at all times.
this base's extra man was codenamed Azirpahle.
oh, and that - all Host piolts got some kind of symolic angel name when they becaem a pilot. corlwey thought it was pretentios as fuck. Edean station had two suits, the five pilots being the Station leader Metatron, and his brother Sandelphon, and the second in command, Micheal and/or Gabriel. Honestly, crolwey was not sure which of them was acutally the second man. grabril was vocal enough and liked to give orders enough for it to be him. but micheal had this air of supurioirty that people did her bidding at a glance, no owrds needed. it was a kind of power that mad him wonder just where in the pecking order she actually was.
he wouldn't be surpised if he actually gave all the orders, metarton just being the fall guy.
and then there was Azirpahle. he must be one hell of a backup poiolt, becuase you culd not get faurthor fromt he hallow smiles of his co-piolts.
he was only as tall as sandelphone, tied for the smallest stature of the group. but while hte other four stood head high, snearing down their noses, azispahle would cock his head and study you for a moent - eye contact not as a measure of domince for a quationing look as he studied you. his hand shake was firm, but persoanlbe - not the limp wrist of micheal and metatpoin, or the too hard grasp of someone with something to proove like gabriel and sandephone. he'd clasp you hand with boht of his if his crew man wehren't around, and the smile would like up the room.
crowley hadn't seen his piloting skills yet, but he was looking forward to the change to spar with him for his entry evaluations. it was common eough pratcie, when looking for combatability, and as a free agent, crolwey went though the gauntnat each and every time he was enrolled at a new station. it was an excerzize in finding out who clicked wiht who on a subconciously level - and it ofen left corlwey with more bruises than protentionan co-pilots.
so it was a clear disapointemnt that he went though a week of sparing, and nevr once did the fith wheel of the host step forward. it was a week of ass beating both ways,a nd not a single pilot that he connected with. it was more out of frustation than anything else when corlwey pointed out after he'd run the list of the rest of the base, was he going to spar with the last Host pilot, or where htey keeping im for themselves?
sadnelphon had openly laughed at him -
Morningstar also had more poilots then they had suits, so crolwey was lent to other stations under the guize of looking for a co-pilot for him ... whiel the had him doing busy work and repairs in the mean time. and of course - his pay was sent back to Morningstar. there was also the concern that he was being sent to spy on the other stations - though corlwey had no idea why anyone would be that parinoid. Edean Station - unoffically run by the Celstian Hosts - had grilled him for hours when he'd first arrived, demanding to know what the Haord was playing at.
corlwey had answered them honestly, if Lucifer asked him about the Station, crolwey would tell him honestly, but the man wasn't about to go snoopping. if there was a sinerser reason corlwey had been cent here - he had no idea about it. the fight was eith the kaiji - not the other stations.
he really hated the Host.
he'd come across their pilots at other stations, and hadn't thought to highly of them then either. The Host prided themselves on the most flexable jobs fo piolts. crolwey wasn't sure of the nitty gritty - but the short end of it was they had the largest pool of compatable pilots ont he planet. there was never an excuse for one of their working suit not to be in the thick of things - if a single pilot was kille dot injured - they always had a fresh piolt to sync up and go. any base with a host suit had an extra pilot at all times.
this base's extra man was codenamed Azirpahle.
oh, and that - all Host piolts got some kind of symolic angel name when they becaem a pilot. corlwey thought it was pretentios as fuck. Edean station had two suits, the five pilots being the Station leader Metatron, and his brother Sandelphon, and the second in command, Micheal and/or Gabriel. Honestly, crolwey was not sure which of them was acutally the second man. grabril was vocal enough and liked to give orders enough for it to be him. but micheal had this air of supurioirty that people did her bidding at a glance, no owrds needed. it was a kind of power that mad him wonder just where in the pecking order she actually was.
he wouldn't be surpised if he actually gave all the orders, metarton just being the fall guy.
and then there was Azirpahle. he must be one hell of a backup poiolt, becuase you culd not get faurthor fromt he hallow smiles of his co-piolts.
he was only as tall as sandelphone, tied for the smallest stature of the group. but while hte other four stood head high, snearing down their noses, azispahle would cock his head and study you for a moent - eye contact not as a measure of domince for a quationing look as he studied you. his hand shake was firm, but persoanlbe - not the limp wrist of micheal and metatpoin, or the too hard grasp of someone with something to proove like gabriel and sandephone. he'd clasp you hand with boht of his if his crew man wehren't around, and the smile would like up the room.
crowley hadn't seen his piloting skills yet, but he was looking forward to the change to spar with him for his entry evaluations. it was common eough pratcie, when looking for combatability, and as a free agent, crolwey went though the gauntnat each and every time he was enrolled at a new station. it was an excerzize in finding out who clicked wiht who on a subconciously level - and it ofen left corlwey with more bruises than protentionan co-pilots.
so it was a clear disapointemnt that he went though a week of sparing, and nevr once did the fith wheel of the host step forward. it was a week of ass beating both ways,a nd not a single pilot that he connected with. it was more out of frustation than anything else when corlwey pointed out after he'd run the list of the rest of the base, was he going to spar with the last Host pilot, or where htey keeping im for themselves?
sadnelphon had openly laughed at him -
