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« on: February 11, 2018, 06:27:47 PM »
Walter waves and points out what he can see while yelling
"There! Is that another way into the hull?"
"There! Is that another way into the hull?"
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Looking around yourself you see everyone else on the walkway in an equally dazed stupor, with Virvel confusedly looking back at everyone else as if to make sure she's not imagining things. The evening sky is being lit up by stray LAMS fire from both the Indomitus and the cruiser a few hundred meters out, and a wide, incredibly fast moving silhouette passes between the cruiser and carrier at just above your elevation, seemingly fading into the background as it continues on its path. As you run towards the door you entered from, a missile strikes the deck below you, sending a large piece of debris up through the walkway behind you. Virvel is thrown off her feet on the other side of the newly formed gap, and Arkhip falls forward, his momentum causing him to roll under the railing and fall off the balcony. He grabs the ledge to prevent himself from falling off the carrier entirely, but lacks any foothold to pull himself back up.
: Mm, your people would be the ones to imagine the aftermath of atomic genocide as "sunshine and rainbows", wouldn't they.
: So... you left because you didn't feel respected?
: I suppose you could call it that. Why are you here, anyway? I have my doubts that you people would stick your necks out for us if it didn't somehow benefit you even more.
: I know we have, I recognize the unit emblem on your planes. Your people helped stop the insane Huit from launching nuclear missiles at Mercana.
: Huh. I think I know who you're talking about. I flew with someone by that name who led a unit of Aesthian slave-pilots.
: Hold on- what did you say her name was?
He gestures over his shoulder at his squad leader.
: Well, this guy knows it at a conversational level because of a period of service with a Deltan squadron that had a bunch of Aesthians in it.
: It is a long story.
: Everyone else seems to at least know a few phrases; I guess because Aesthia is enemy number one over here, they want to be able to know what we're saying? But that doesn't mean they like speaking it, more than once I've been on the receiving end of someone pretending not to know any so they wouldn't have to talk to me.
He sighs.
: I don't know. Fine, I guess.
A few awkward seconds go by.
: ...Not really the most substantial answer, but I haven't really had a chance to settle down and start living here or anything. I signed on with the Imperial Air Force because, well... it's not like I can find any other jobs here, and they put me in a late-stage training unit. I'm assuming it's so I can learn how they do things here without being dead weight in a real squadron. Still weird being several years older than your CO though.