Poll

What should the 118th TFW be nicknamed?

Mobius Squadron
4 (19%)
Wardog Squadron
7 (33.3%)
Nothing, 118th TFW suits just fine.
8 (38.1%)
Garuda Team
2 (9.5%)

Total Members Voted: 21

Author Topic: 118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 9 - Shattered Skies  (Read 67444 times)



"Egh, y'know everything sucks when you nearly bled to death." Shinenzu said, waking up, putting his back up to the wall. He looked to Toby, "How's your wound holding?"

"Well, they popped my tibia back inside my leg. The bone still hasn't healed and it could set off a metal detector. My toes are almost healed, and my ankle is back to normal, so good. Apparently when I ejected my leg smashed against the side of the roosterpit."
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"Ouch. I'm stuck with one eye, they don't have the tech to deal with a bionic."

"Yeah, getting smacked by a multi-ton jet is not fun, and hopefully some day you can get a bionic."
« Last Edit: October 10, 2011, 03:44:48 PM by HelplessNobb88 »

"Ehh, the gauze honestly looks badass in a mirror."

"I guess. Damn, when does Invincible Fleet begin? They announced that ages ago and haven't launched yet."

"Don't know, I've been unconsious for what, half a day?"

"Maybe a glass of scotch will help?"

"Man, suit yourselves. Anyone know where I can get some ice?"

"Man, suit yourselves. Anyone know where I can get some ice?"

"Maybe if you sneak into the general's quarters."

"Hm." I walk out of the infirmary and poke my head around the corner I disappear around the hall.

"It was a joke!"

"Oh forget..."

"Somehow or another I'm the only one who ended up with as little as minor burns and a broken arm."