Author Topic: Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]  (Read 72654 times)

He's Nerverak he won't bother us unless he somehow ends up on base



"So... what do you guys think the next mission will be?  And when?  I want some real action, you know?"

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.

So if mommy was not there to pay the bills how'd he live?

So if mommy was not there to pay the bills how'd he live?
he joyned the military at age 13

ugh, obvi

"There's no telling. I'd imagine Major Command is more focused on trying to collect itself before thinking about making the next move. Just sit tight. If you're worried about getting in on the action, you'll see it soon enough. Either we come to them, or they come to us."

I look back at the source of commotion in time to see Marko leave the helicopter, only to be whisked away by Cartelian military police. There isn't any confusion, is there?

"That's one of our captains arriving right now... Hey, I'm gonna take a closer look to see if anything's wrong. If it isn't too much to ask for, I might need you guys to come with me."
« Last Edit: April 05, 2014, 06:59:24 AM by NoZoner »

Nerverak bombers head for the airbase, unknown to radar. Once the bombers show up on radar, there is a massive scramble. Alarms go off.

As I run to my plane, a wall blows up by a bomb and debris falls all around me. Finally, metal falls on me, and I fall into the pile. More and more debris piles up and eventually, it's hard to breath.

I'm going to die. I try and say my last words. After that, I pass away silently, unknown to the base.

Frank Estaloo is dead.

I'm running to my plane when a bomb goes off near Estaloo.
"OH GOD, ESTALOO!"
I run over to make sure he's okay., digging through debris as necessary. I put my hand up and check for a pulse. No pulse, and he's not breathing.
"No, no, no, come on buddy!"
I slap him a few times to try to get him to wake up.
"WE NEED A loving MEDIC OVER HERE!"
I drag him over to the nearest medical station and run over to my jet.
"YOU NERVERAK BASTARDS, YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS!"
I go through the preflight checks as quickly as possible and get off the ground.
"RRRRAGH"
I'm full on fuel, guns, and missiles. I shoot down bomber after bomber. When I run out of missiles, I switch to my guns. I shoot down at least 10 of them before I run out of ammo.

The ground shakes violently.

"HOLY forget," I cry, running out of the hanger and jumping head-first into a ditch on the side of the highway.

Seconds seem like minutes. A barely peak out, seeing that to bombs had bracketed either side of the hanger. More bombs hit the hillsides that are a few hundred meters away. It sounds like someone is blowing an air horn over the sound of the bombs.

Isn't that the signal to scramble?

"stuff, why is nobody up here yet?"
I see Rory taking off.
"Deluge, form up on my wing."

Anatoliy was about to speak when suddenly the ground shook and a deafening explosion rang through the airbase.  "Oh, stuff!  Oh, stuff!  What do I do?  Do I have an aircraft?  The one I flew in wasn't mind!  What do I do?  stuff!"

(Before Steele's post)

I run to the hanger. The aircraft is undamaged, but the remains of an unexplored bomb are scattered across the floor. I don't give it much attention while I hastily put on my flight gear. All of the safety covers and such are on the aircraft. I quickly tear them off and cast them aside. There is no ladder, so I jump and pull myself up into the roosterpit. The engines start with a whine, turning over to a roar of thunder. I manage to inadvertently burn the canvas of the hanger. Rolling out of the hanger, I see that our "runway" is too damaged to allow a safe takeoff. I turn right and begin rolling down the opposite side of the highway, which isn't damaged at all. It isn't as  safe as a regular runway and hasn't been checked for debris, but it's better than staying on the ground and dying. I wrap my shaking hand around the handle of the throttle and firewall it. The sweat runs down my face. The aircraft thunders forward. I pull up just before a change in the inclination of the highway.

"Deluge, form up on my wing,"

"Copy, hold on,"

I hit the afterburners and speed up to Steele's new Sukhoi.

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« Last Edit: April 05, 2014, 12:57:43 PM by Gojira »