Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]

[NoZoner]

"Sure as hell I remember him. He was the first person in the squadron to make me feel welcome. I still have mixed feelings about his death."

I turn again to see the pilot arrive. He gives a pretty laid back greeting.

"Hey. Uh... Anatoliy, I take it? I'm the one who pulled up behind your aircraft on the way here, and I want to apologize. Losing the base shook me up pretty badly, and we never got news of a transfer. When you showed up and sided with us before we ever got the chance to know you, it had me anxious and I jumped the gun. Sorry about that."

[Ad Bot]

[blazerblock2]

"It's fine, man.  I guess I should have expected it, considering the situation we were in.  Never got to properly introduce myself, my name is Anatoliy Zherdev.  I was assigned to the 86th recently for my, 'outstanding performance in training.'" He shrugs, "I thought I did good but I didn't think I did that good."  He takes his hands out of his pockets, extending his right hand toward the man.

[NoZoner]

I reach out and give a firm handshake.

"I'm Captain Lars Green. You don't have to be so humble about it, you did great out there. I look forward to flying with you again. Welcome to the 86th... or what's left of it, anyway. It's good to have you with us all the same."

[blazerblock2]

"Thank you, sir," he says as he grasps his hand firmly and shakes, "The pleasure is mine."

[Mikoyan]

Off in the distance, a Yuktobanian Navy Mi-2 is heard in the distance.

[hodot]

Off in the distance, in the distance.

[Mikoyan]

did I forgetin stutter?

[Mr. Hurricane]

I finally snap out of a trance, thinking about Xavier. I see that some of my squadron mates have congregated together outside. I contemplate going and interacting with them.

[blazerblock2]

did I forgetin stutter?

clearly yes

[Renousim]

Name: Stanley F Martinez
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Side: Nerverak
Piloting Style: Multirole
Personality: roostery
Nickname*: Cogs

[Gojira]

Name: Stanley F Martinez
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Side: Nerverak
Piloting Style: Multirole
Personality: roostery
Nickname*: Cogs

welcome aboard

[hodot]

Name: Elrich Bestov
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Side: Nerverak
Piloting Style: Air to air
Personality: Clinically insane, but no one realizes it yet. Has no regard for human life. Has committed countless murders, none of which he was caught for.
Nickname*: L (literally, Ell)
Backstory*: After receiving head trauma as a child, Elrich Bestov was wrong in the head. His mother dismissed it as a "phase", but her mind was changed once she was brutally murdered by Elrich. His father left before he was born. His sole "mission" in life is to find and kill his father. Little did he know, his father was long dead, killed in a car accident.

[blazerblock2]

you what

[Mr. Hurricane]

I walk over to my aircraft. It is now parked under one of the massive cloth hangers. A mechanic had begun to paint "TEMPEST" on the side of the aircraft. This was Xavier's call sign, but I had mentioned before that I wanted it on my aircraft in honor of him. Another mechanic was working on the elaborate coat-of-arms that was on Xavier's old Mikoyan.

[Mikoyan]

The helicopter makes an approach to the airport and comes to a hover over a corner of the flight line before touching down, the rotor wash kicking up every lose item within a short distance. Two MPs run over to the helicopter doors and open them. Marko can be seen hopping into the ground, a Yuktobanian marine closing the door after him. Marko hold his cover on top of his head to prevent it from flying off, "Captain Primakov, I'm with the 86th." The MPs see a Yuktobanian flag patch sewn on to the shoulder of Marko and proceed to give him a dirty look. They give him a hand signal telling him to follow him away from the helicopter.

Also ehhh what the forget hodot?