Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]

[blazerblock2]

Demo begins his descent, putting his gear down as he lines up the jet with the highway.  He touches down gently, slowing down and taxiing into a temporary cloth hangar.

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[Mikoyan]

"Dusty, cleared for Northwestbound departure. Caution multiple birds launching from 1 and 2." The mi-2 lifts off the carrier deck and tilts his nose forward, gaining speed. Meanwhile, some Yuktobabian F-14Bs line up for a shoot. The carrier is bustling with activity. "Should've joined the navy..." I say, watching the carrier get farther off into he distance.

[Gojira]

I hop out of my jet and go to grab a bite. Of course, all they have is MREs. Whatever. I take one, heat it up at whatever heating implement they have, and start eating.

[Mr. Hurricane]

I get out of my aircraft and step onto the highway. The cloth hanger behind me is not yet completed. In my flight suit, I find a picture of Xavier that I had tucked away before we took off. I sit on a bomb on an ordnance cart and try to reminisce in the painful nostalgia that is the small photo.

A war photographer takes a picture of me, but I barely notice.

[blazerblock2]

Anatoliy exits his aircraft, not stopping to answer to anyone as he slinks away, cautiously navigating his way to the MREs to get some food.

[Mr. Hurricane]

I snap to my senses and put the picture away. They have a tent handing out MREs. I take one back out onto the highway and sit quietly next to Jacov.

[Gojira]

"Hey."
ooc: meanwhile i'm actually on a plane

[blazerblock2]

Anatoliy eats his food quietly and alone.  As he is eating, he sees his arms are covered with scabbed burns.  He had completely forgotten that he was burned in the explosion at the hangar.  He heads to a medical tent, wishing he had some hot sauce.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"How long are we staying here?"

[Gojira]

"No idea."

[Mr. Hurricane]

I open up my MRE package and assemble the heating element. The food begins to warm.

"I didn't sign up to eat POG food,"

[NoZoner]

Someone shakes my shoulder. I turn my head to find an unfamiliar face telling me to get out of the roosterpit. I gingerly step down the ladder. By now, the wheels are chocked, the intake cover is in place and red warning flags are hanging from their hooks.

Everywhere you look, there's people. Ground crew, logistical support personnel, Estovakians and Cartelians alike can be seen scurrying across the concrete as they work to complete their tasks. Considering my line of work I normally wouldn't care to take a second glance, but today I find something strangely unsettling about the sight laid before me.

None of these people were from the 86th.

I stare at the insignia painted onto the vertical stabilizer of the F-16C. Are we really the only ones left?

[Swat 3]

Danna and Haythem are both killed in a hospital shooting. Yugoslavian (whoops) Yuktobanian lol military police identifies one of the killed shooters as a Neverakian officer, he was an active one at that.

A news station broadcasts this to a TV set in the camp. The mission was unknown, but some military officers that were reviewing the shooting think that they came to kill Danna Rose(idfk her last name) and Haythem Florlick in an attempt to destroy the 86th, however Haythem was discharged and Danna was supposed to be court martialed. Word is that Danna died taking a bullet for a little Cartelian refugee. The little girl lives.

#givemeattention

[Gojira]

I open up my MRE package and assemble the heating element. The food begins to warm.

"I didn't sign up to eat POG food,"

"Neither did I. But you want to survive, right? Eat and fly. That's all that's left for us."

thanks for the idea swat
where are we now? still yuktobania right?

[NoZoner]

where are we now? still yuktobania right?

Twenty miles northwest of Pythiapolis, the capitol of Estovakia kinda gettin the feeling I'm running this rp into the ground ._.