Author Topic: Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]  (Read 78049 times)

Well stuff I just screwed over chronological order. Lemme fix it.



I wake up to find myself on a cot. Xavier's old cot. The memories of the dream Id had come back and haunt me.

"Jackson? The service is going to start soon," A maintenance man says.

I nod, and get up. I feel terrible again, but manage to hold back the tears. The service was to be held in the hanger, where Xavier's casket was. I head down there first thing. There were a lot of people there. A Chaplain was speaking.

We need have a big deal with the trial thing.

I, at least, would like Danna to be saved.

I'm sitting in a chair near the center aisle, trying to keep strong for Xavier's sake.

We need have a big deal with the trial thing.

I, at least, would like Danna to be saved.
no chance
with that level of irresponsibility there's no way in hell danna's coming back

you're stuck with leaving or making a new character
you choose

but

it was watered down!!

and it wasn't that much!

but

it was watered down!!

and it wasn't that much!
11 shots of 80 proof vodka, even when watered down, is dangerous, to the drinker and everyone around them
there's no skirting around it

I take a seat in the front row, with tears rolling down my face. The Chaplain doesn't talk for long. They have a picture up from when he joined the service. It hurts to watch.

Eventually, the Honor guard pick up the casket, and load it on to a C-130, to the sound of a lone bugler. They give Xavier a 21-Gun salute while the Honor Guard transports his casket.

I can't help but cry.

aw

well any ideas for badass ground pilot?

11 shots of 80 proof vodka, even when watered down, is dangerous, to the drinker and everyone around them
there's no skirting around it
Kids, this is why you dont drink when your in a high ranking squadron such as the 86th.

idk lol figure it out swat

I start sobbing as well. He was a close friend, saved my life a couple times. And I never got to return the favor.

Kids, this is why you dont drink when your in a high ranking squadron such as the 86th.
yup

Could be lenient for Danna though!

Totally not a shortage in skilled navigators/co-pilots, right?

Could be lenient for Danna though!

Totally not a shortage in skilled navigators/co-pilots, right?

no
no leniency
not a snowball's chance in hell

I take a seat in the front row, with tears rolling down my face. The Chaplain doesn't talk for long. They have a picture up from when he joined the service. It hurts to watch.

Eventually, the Honor guard pick up the casket, and load it on to a C-130, to the sound of a lone bugler. They give Xavier a 21-Gun salute while the Honor Guard transports his casket.

I can't help but cry.

I simply stand silently, saluting Xavier and shedding silent tears.

(I would assume) Estaloo says one last eulogy, and the transport plane starts and taxis away. People begin to leave, but I stand outside the hanger, watching the transport. The missing man formation thunders by in Xavier's honor.

The transport sits on the runway for a minute, but takes off and circles away.

It's a painful slight.
« Last Edit: March 12, 2014, 09:25:07 AM by Mr. Hurricane »

I just noticed something.

I actually insisted that Haythem got a tiny bit of brain damage but it really didn't matter until he bled out. He got hit when he was flying but due to adrenaline didn't really notice.

Surgeons could have easily fixed it or something.

I sleep rather peacefully. I didn't set my alarm on purpose, knowing we had no missions. Jacksons memorial service isn't something I wanted to attend. I'd had enough sorrow. I slip into one of my fresh flight suits, roll the sleeves up, and grab my garrison cap + gloves.

On my way out, I pat my helmet, solid black with a large red star on it, and walk out the door, heading for the mess hall.