HLFFS Gibson Grover
Day Three - Base Warehouse
Night had fallen upon the naval base, but it was not really something Gibson cared about at this point as he worked away in the Base Warehouse. Blake had already left him to his own privacy, so Gibson now had the much needed privacy after expressing his frustrations. But there was only one problem: he was still frustrated after all that.
Drunk from downing one of the last bottles of Harper Lager in his possession, Gibson hated everything except work and himself. A careful observer would call him a selfish bastard, but he care naught about insults tonight. His captain fairy, Briggs, had drive off to get some rest, so Gibson was now at the whim of his own tools and person.
Even after repairing eight L41 medium tanks in an hour after expressing his frustrations, he was never satisfied with that kind of minute work. This was especially so when he proceeded his work not on another tank, but actually repair vehicles. The cruiser dorm was in pieces, and it was nothing new for Gibson to prepare some tools for the fairies to begin repairing the cruiser dorm ASAP.
He give no damnation about the cruisers; it was mere out of doing his job that he wanted to get the base fixed up as soon as possible. So it was only reasonable that he began building a small fleet of mobile cranes to help with the recovery and make himself useful. He has churned out his 10th no mobile crane, given that the limited supplies were minimizing Gibson’s capabilities and the industrial capacity left on the base.
His M-52 helicopters were among the work force as well, since they too were used to lift rubble and debris from the dorm wreckage; however, Gibson cared less about that too. He just only wanted to make sure that he was useful; much to say the least. But even if he got a compliment, Gibson was never happy - so he was not the only disgruntled ship other than Novaya.
Actually, that got him thinking for a moment. While Novaya was a fool and a ‘fuck-up’ indeed, Gibson shared a few things in common with the Novaya carrier. People seemed to care less about the two other than telling them both to ‘get on the ball’ with things, and aside from being two different kinds of carriers, Gibson can relate himself with the Novaya fool in some ways. While Gibson wasn’t an utter ‘fuck-up’ like Novaya, Gibson began to see himself as Novaya’s alternate cousin; he drinks to forget about his past sufferings and as well as keep him focused on his work ... actually.
Unfortunately, drinking beer for so long now barely gave Gibson a buzz, indicating his current alcohol tolerance. He never like the taste of beer, but he drank it to make sure that he doesn’t remember the events of the Second World War and the death of his brother ship, HLFFS Harper Simmons. But ironically, it was the name of the Harper Lager that kept on reminding him about his late brother ship.
But being intoxicated yet surprisingly coherent according to bystanders, Gibson couldn’t help but chuckle that he at least didn’t whine and cry in or after battle unlike Novaya. Sure Gibson did unleash his frustrations, but that was different from whining since what he expressed among his frustrations was true. He worked so hard and for so long without acknowledgement, which was perhaps the greatest insult that any toiling worker would receive besides low pay and long hours.
But Gibson just kept on going nevertheless. Maybe Novaya could be walking around and stumble upon what Gibson is doing. If that happens, Gibson would give let a chuckle escape his lips if he saw the Novaya carrier come and visit him or even help him at best...
