Post by Marquis on Aug 11, 2013 21:42:54 GMT -5
Marquis wasn't going to like it here, that much was certain. He was never one for travel (motion sickness was still an issue for him) instead he very much preferred the idea of staying within’ the borders of the United States his entire life. Still, it wasn't as though he had much of a choice. “Bastards...” He sneered. The audacity, coming into his prison cell and presenting him an ultimatum. Either spend the next twenty years rotting in a cell or rejoin the Jaeger program and stop the Kaiju menace once and for all. How dare they? Marquis had half-a-mind to turn the offer down but even he knew doing such a thing was foolish; still could one blame him? He saved the Jaeger program! Yet still they had the balls to strut into his cell chest puffed out looking like a peacock to demand more of him? ‘I should have just stayed in prison...’ Idiots. Shaking his head Marquis cleared his head from such thoughts. There wasn't any point getting mad about it now. He had a mission, a contract, a deal. Twenty kills, that’s all he needed. After that his ‘debt’ would be repaid and Marquis Julius Esperanza would be a freeman. In all honesty killing a single Kaiju was still a monumental task and now that they were evolving that twenty was quickly looking to be an unobtainable goal.
The unfamiliar feeling of cold steel on his wrist and the sound of said steel rustling drew the ex-convict out of his thoughts. “Are the cuffs really necessary?” Marquis asked, more to himself than anyone else (he knew the soldiers wouldn't give him an answer). Sighing, he began rustling the cuffs around more in boredom; that is until one of the soldiers sent a rather venomous death glare in his direction. ‘What a sunny disposition...’ Marquis rolled his eyes, oh yes his time at Shatterdome 13 was going to be fun indeed. Soon after their little staring contest was finished and over the helicopter touched down on the helipad. They had reached their destination. ‘Finally, I thought those soldiers inside were going to skin me alive...’ Their attitude towards him wasn't surprising, after all he was probably one of the more infamous pilots; that’s to say everyone pretty much hated him (which was made abundantly clear when they all stood and glared at him).
Orientation had taken a majority of the day, the soldiers were kept around him as a personal envoy to ensure he didn't have any ‘funny’ ideas. In truth Marquis didn't really pay much attention to anything other than his new Jaeger. Marquis couldn't help but smile and release a loud, obnoxious wolf whistle. A mark seven, now that’s a Jaeger! Not these mark eights and that mark nine (though it was pretty sharp looking). He didn't need a gun, rockets, just give him a blade and his fists any day. Now Kaiju would be able to stop him! As quickly as that shroud of happiness appeared though it was quickly gone. Now inside what would be his quarters for god knows how long the one good thing he could say about the room was that the cuffs and soldiers were no longer required.
Kicking his feet back, Marquis took a sip of some nameless brand of beer he managed to swipe when no one was looking (don’t ask him where he stored the bottles). Two, one for him and one for his co-pilot wherever he (or she) might be. If there was one thing that told Marquis about a person it was how much they could drink. If they couldn't keep up with him their relationship was doomed to fail. Still, he took another sip maybe he’ll be in for a surprise yet.
