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 69407 times)

[[I actually like wine, my parents let me have a small glass every once in a while if we have a steak. Or if they have a new one theyll let me taste it for my opinion.]]

[[I actually like wine, my parents let me have a small glass every once in a while if we have a steak. Or if they have a new one theyll let me taste it for my opinion.]]
lucky
i'm stuck 1 year 359 days behind you
lol
anyways
timeskip to recover from drunkenness?

timeskip maybe a day ahead?


Sure]]-- I put all of my scotch and glasses away in a case, put my pencils and sketchbooks back in my locker, undress and get in bed. I have my usual nightmares that night and scream most of it.

NEXT DAY



The nurse  - the second one, who is a middle-aged kind woman - tells me I can walk with crutches. I asked her for the crutches, and after she showed me how to use them I made my way out to my hangar. I saw the F-18 - her skin was clean, and she looked brand new. I had already decided a name for her - Nike. I walked up to her, and rubbed my hand over her smooth belly, examining my new girl. All of my kills were already displayed on Nike's fuselage, small white Xs. The first one started at the end of the nose cone, and there were 9 of them. I smiled, knowing she would be a good bird. I made my way back to my infirmary bed, and laid back down.
« Last Edit: October 10, 2011, 08:55:22 PM by HelplessNobb88 »

Im still asleep shaking and wet when Toby walks in.

I poke Lenta.

"Damn, man, you are about to wet the bed. Calm down."

I wake up and head to the showers.

I lay back down. "Jesus, this is why I do not drink." I mutter

[[It's not from drinking, lol]]

I wake up, shaking and unable to move.
"Ugh... ah..."

"Had a nice sleep?"I asked, chuckling. "I can walk with crutches now, got to go out and see my new F-18. Named her Nike."

"I can't keep living on like this, I need to let my family go."

I slowly open my eyes, and begin to look around. It was already the next day ... Wait, what? Goddamn! How long have I been asleep? ... Ah well, I feel great and that's all that matters. I take another look at the roosterpit dashboard and release a relaxed sigh. Looking closer I notice there's a small trail of drool running down from my mouth and a few of the gauges, which I immediately wipe off. I then leave the roosterpit and head back over to the barracks to see if anyone was there.

I looked over the room and saw that a few other pilots came in while I was away. "I take it the mission didn't start yet. stuff, at this rate the ships will probably leave before we get there."