OOC: Xavier is dreaming, this ain't real
The B-52s block out the sky above. The harmonic, demonic scream of thousands of engines drown out all other noise. The rolling thunder of bombs approaches. The horizon is alight with fire. I hop out of my bed to warn the others, but the crew room is empty. I run to the administration, which I discover, has long been since abandoned. Loose papers lie on the ground. I run the to medbay. It is deserted. No one is in there. I look in Steele's room. He isn't there, in fact, the room is entirely empty. The cafeteria is uninhabited. The lights throughout most the base do not work. I run for my locker, and pick up my helmet and mask. I proceed to my hanger. It is dim, and deserted. Ordnance lies freely about the floor. I desperately climb into the Flatpack, and try to start it up. It doesn't work. I run for the door to the outside.
The bombers fill the dark sky completely. Their bombs creep closer. I turn and see that Etral and Ramond are consumed by mushroom clouds. I look at the runway. The mutilated, blackened wreck of Steele's F-15 sits there. The bombs cross the runway and consume the wreck in fire, and I run for the hanger. I make it inside but the bombs fall seconds later. The roof collapses-
I wake up panting and sweating.
"Oh my God, what the forget." I say to myself.
I lay awake for the next few hours, waiting, for something, anything...
