Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]

[Mr. Hurricane]

I return, frustrated, hungry, and tired to the base. The only reasons to be happy is that Estaloo and Tosé were rescued, but that was not enough. I was still hung on the fact that a bomber I shot down landed in the residential area.

I found a note in my locker area,

"Your request has been processed and accepted. Mikoyan 1.44 ordered."

While it was a small person victory, the battle was a loss. Etral had fallen.

I needed to clean myself up a bit, so I showered and found a clean flight suit. The mess hall was nearly empty, only a few people were in there. I sat quietly eating a bacon cheeseburger and some soggy ass fries.

[Ad Bot]

[Swat 3]

I landed.

Guys I seriously know barely anything about planes so I am going to have a good long look at some plane guides or something.

Elevators, flaps, all nothing to me :c

anyone have a link to useful information?

[Mikoyan]

If you need to know anything basic about airplanes you can PM me. I currently have a PPL + IFR rating in real life and I'm an inch away from getting my CFI (Certified flight instructor). I've also been around/worked on small aircraft up to the beech king air my whole life. Only basic knowledge about modern weapons systems...

[Mr. Hurricane]

Swat, look at Wikipedia, look over the basic parts, flaps, elevators, ailerons, gear, rudder, air brakes, etc.

Next, I would suggest using Wikipedia and looking up "fourth generation" and "fifth generation" fighters, and familiarizing yourself with those. I'll take your questions if you have any.

Damnit Miko you beat me to it.

EDIT: I'm willing to look up weapons info. I've had a bunch of tabs open both on my phone and computer trying to figure out how a bunch of stuff would pan out. I can quickly write up a weapons think if ya'd like.

[Mikoyan]

Are there gonna be any missions with strat. Bombers that we can pilot?

"Sir, we're at bingo fuel." I was having a hard stone staying awake. We'd been flying for a good 2 and a half hours with drop tanks. It was also almost dark. I flip the planes nav lights and strobes on and turn to RTB. The plane was heavily damaged by AAA fire after responding to CAS requests all day and had no ammunition whatsoever. I lock the oxygen mask on to keep myself awake, barely.

[NoZoner]

I exhale heavily after leaving the debriefing room. Etral has fallen, huh? Memories from the previous war begin playing through my mind, threatening to bring back old emotions I thought I had long since put behind me. No good. Attempting to clear my mind, I walk to the mess hall and get some food.

By the time I arrive at the counter, the head cook tells me the last gourmet meal went to Xavier, and he sticks me with the classic mystery slop usually served off-hours. Having no energy to complain, I silently walk to a table on the far side of the room and sit down, only to stare into the bowl as though it were a mirror capable of divining the answers to all the world's problems.

[Mr. Hurricane]

I throw out the half eaten fries and remnants of the burger, and continued to sulk over the days events. I knew I was to young to understand and shouldn't be wasting time thinking about all of it but I couldn't help it. Even worse, I knew this depression would snowball. I pondered if the others truly accepted me, if they'd listen to me vent. I knew what I had against me, I was the youngest, least experienced, and most ignorant of the squadron, or even the entire air wing. I was possibly too one of the most emotionally sensitive, or am I just melodramatic?

I knew but I didn't know.

The crew room was empty, I lie on the couch and stare at the ceiling, pondering the mechanics of everything.

[Mikoyan]

"Hey man, wake up!" I jolt awake to find the plane beginning to dip down. "We're almost home. Stay with me." My navigator says.

I barely make a landing and taxi to my parking space. It seems to take forever for the canopy to rise. "Colonel," some sergeant says, "Why don't you get some rest huh? We'll take care of her." I almost slip off the ladder and limp to the door to a bathroom, fall into a stall, and begin throwing up violently.

[Swat 3]

I taxi to my hanger and slump in my roosterpit, reviewing the day's events. I climb out of the Falcon, looking at the damage it endured. Holes were inside my fuselage, wings, and vertical stabilizer. I inspect the plane and notice that bullet almost hit my external tank. I sigh, and I walk zombie-like and tired to the debrief.

Etral has fallen. So many people have died, so many citizens, so many people I joined the Air Force to save. This is a lost in my definition of a hero, because what I did today, I wasn't one.

My stomach grumbles, begging for much needed food. I enter the PIN number to enter my barracks. I take a long, warm shower that, I hope would, help my back and my muscles relax and have a nice, non-demanding stretch and a nice, calm. All I want is calm...

I walk out without my shirt on and nearly forget that I am hungry, no bother.

I sit on the couch adjacent to Xavier, notably looking at his dog tag that hangs around his neck, but I did not say anything. I never met this person on my first day, but I feel that he is in grief and I am in grief. He 'nor I may feel heroic tonight, but I feel as if I need to at least say hello.

"Hey..." I say in a caring, yet gloomy voice. "Ex-zay-vee-er? Or 'Zaa-vee-air'?" I say the last one in a some what light-hearted French accent. All I feel is I should make Xavier happier. I lay down, looking up at the dim light fixture above the couch for a few minutes. A sentence quietly escapes my thoughts, into my vocal cords, and out my mouth: "I wish my fuel tank did get shot." I said in a sub-unconscious, mumble. I feel my face flush, and I get up and go to my bunk, ignoring my hungry stomach.

[Deoxys And One Noob]

I return, frustrated, hungry, and tired to the base. The only reasons to be happy is that Estaloo and Tosé were rescued, but that was not enough. I was still hung on the fact that a bomber I shot down landed in the residential area.

I found a note in my locker area,

"Your request has been processed and accepted. Mikoyan 1.44 ordered."

While it was a small person victory, the battle was a loss. Etral had fallen.

I needed to clean myself up a bit, so I showered and found a clean flight suit. The mess hall was nearly empty, only a few people were in there. I sat quietly eating a bacon cheeseburger and some soggy ass fries.

OOC: I'll get the MiG 1.44 on the roster. Also, no one is coming to see my IC in the medical bay :c
IC:

It's my birthday today. It's so sad that I'm wounded on this very special day. Thankfully, I can get visitors now. There's a small party planned for me in the medical bay. I really cannot wait. My IV's were taken out, and I can be in a wheelchair, so I'm able to move around. Let's hope Nerverak does not interrupt my birthday.

[Gojira]

Etral has fallen, just the way Gracemeria did. With a show of excessive force. And excessive explosives.
I knock on Frank's door, holding a cake behind my back.
"Estaloo, you in there? I got you something."

[Muslim]

I think I'll visit Frank today, I tell myself. Seems like a nice enough guy.

[Mr. Hurricane]

I wake up on the couch.

The first things I remembered were yesterday's events. They seemed surreal, although I still felt some guilt, some obligation for what happened.

The warm sun poured through the window, even though the blinds were half closed.

I looked at my watch.

"Holy stuff it's Estaloo's birthday," I said, jumping off the couch.

I cleaned myself up for the day, and in doing so, made myself late for the last few minutes of breakfast, and getting stuck with some cold pseudo or at least, used-to-be-oatmeal. Pete found me in the cafeteria.

"The Mikoyan's here," he said.

"Really!" I exclaimed, and shot up from the table, "Can I see it?"

"Why are you asking me that, I don't see why not," he replied.

The aircraft sat in the hanger. It made the Falcon look puny.

"Sixty-three feet long, fifty foot wingspan, twelve feet tall, it weighs 40,000 pounds alone, what the forget were you thinking?" He said sarcastically.

"I really don't know," I said, grinning.

"One of the maintenance guys already came up with a name for it,"

"And that is?" I inquired.

"BUFF, Big Ugly Fat forgeter,"

"Why? It's only slightly bigger than a Raptor,"

"Look at it!"

"It's engines are more powerful, but, statistically it can't carry as much as a Raptor,"

"Statistically. I hope you know you are the first combat pilot to fly this. Not all of its exact properties are known yet. Your a test pilot now, enjoy," He walked off.

The plane was painted all white with gray wingtips, gray rudder tips, and gray elevator tips, with a if gray nose. The only deviancy was a big, red 01 painted on the side of the intake.

"Oh, and if you break it, I'll kill you! They had to send someone familiar with the thing to help us figure out how to fix it!" Pete called from the door of to the hanger.

I looked inside its roosterpit. It was spacious, compared to the cramped Falcon. It had liquid crystal screens mixed with manual switches and dials. A new helmet and note was sitting in the seat. The note was from the Mikoyan Design Bureau, thanking me for selecting their aircraft and congratulating me on having the first military production aircraft. Under the helmet was the plane's flight manual. The helmet was looked different from the normal helmets issued. It was one of those new ones with a built in HUD, where you could look around and see everything as if you were looking through your HUD.

"Son of a bitch, I have a lot of homework to do..."

[Swat 3]

I look around the room once I wake up. My stomach groans. "Not yet..." I walk around.

... One of your team mates got shot down ...

Oh right! He should be up and poking at things. I am going to visit him. I grab a shirt and I make up some "Get Well" card, just as a nice movement.


I walk down the hall toward the medical bay. I see Jacov holding a cake behind him. "Hey, Jacov! Usually you aren't supposed to give people cakes as get-well presents!" I say this loudly as I head into Jacov's direction. "Is he in there? I want to give him my get well card."

(note: he doesn't know it his birfday lel)

[Mr. Hurricane]

I take a quick piss and notice somebody's work of art im the stalls.

"Well, that's loving nice," I say to myself.

Someone threw up all over the place.

I leave and look in the medical bay to see Jacov and Haythem talking about Estaloo's party, or something like that.