Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]

[Gojira]

"Well. We're finally here."

[Ad Bot]

[Deoxys And One Noob]

how
did you
you should've run out of ammo a long time ago

I actually just did run out. Sorry for some powergame, but I wanted to show a point kind of.

[morningstar]

With that idiot out of the way, I chime in on the radio in a different voice, "I got the Nerverak on our radio.  Anywhere I can help?" 

[Gojira]

I actually just did run out. Sorry for some powergame, but I wanted to show a point kind of.

unfortunately powergame isn't acceptable even if you are the OP of the thread
i'm not mad
just don't do it again

[Mr. Hurricane]

" 'and the Seventh Angel poured forth his bowl into the air, and a voice cried out from Heaven, saying, "It is done!' " I say quietly, getting one good look at out homeland before turning south-south west to fly to Darina.

It is silent for a moment.

"Let's go, we don't have much time. Who knows how much longer the air corridor will be open,"

[Gojira]

The last plane lands at the airport in Yuktobania. I am wheelchaired off of the plane.

[NoZoner]

"Swordsman, entering formation." I ease my aircraft into position next to the Flatpack. Towards the east, the first rays of sunlight were breaking over the horizon. "How's everyone holding up?"

[Gojira]

could we timeskip to landing
we're timeskipping to landing

[morningstar]

I take a good look at the on-board map.  Where can I find enemy aircraft, I think.

I switch to Nerverak frequencies and ask about enemy troop transport.  It looks like there is movement to the southeast of my current position.  I decide not to pursue though, and fly west toward my homeland.  Taylor will be pleased.  


That's my way of saying "See you next mission, losers." 

[Gojira]

I wonder where the food's at.

[Comatose]

"140 knots, flaps up. Gear down. Flare it, Tosè."

As I pull up to flare the nose up, the thud of the wheels touching the ground resounds through the roosterpit. "Touchdown."

A crackle on the radio, "Sukhoi, identify yourself."
"Cartelian origin. Second Lieutenant Rafael Ochoa and Officer Cadet Ian Freils."
"Welcome to Yuktobania." The voice over the radio pauses, and a rustle of papers is heard in the background. 'Hangar two, any free parking spot you can find."
"Roger. Thank you."

As I taxi the plane, Xavier lands behind me. Ian looks over to me, "Things are never going to be the same."
I nod poignantly, "Never again."


I bump my head on the belly of the Su-34 as I exit the roosterpit. "Gah, god dammit." I rub my head and bend down before walking off to the side of the plane. Ian follows suit, and a technician walks up with a clipboard.

"Welcome. Did you sustain any damage during your sortie?"
I shrug. "Not that I know of. Maybe a couple scratches from shrapnel, but that's all I know."
The technician responds, "Mhm, okay." He rifles through the papers on his clipboard. "We'll have the roosterpit cleaned and the aircraft rearmed. Just make your way into the terminal."

I nod, and give him a wave as Ian and I walk away.

[Mr. Hurricane]

I land behind Tosé. Yuktobania seems a bit warmer than what I'm used to. The airport has been hastily converted into an airbase. I felt bad for having to use Yuktobania for a place to rest while this was our war.

The ground crew inquired about my aircraft, asking if it was damaged, a few commented on how they've never seen an aircraft like it. I parked it in an area, covered by a concrete wall but there was no roof. The crews looked over the plane, but I couldn't help but wonder what had become of them. All of my personal items were at the old base. I only had what was on my back. I was exhausted, beyond anything words can describe.

The terminal was converted into a makeshift barracks. I try to find any of my squadron mate.

[Swat 3]

"Air traffic control, this is Second Lieutenant Haythem Florlick and Second Lieutenant Danna Reeth. Cartelian origin, requesting permission to land on runway, over."

Static can be heard, and a rustling of papers can be heard. "Hmmmm, yes. Callsign Mayhem?"

"Si."

"Land on runway 9. Allow lead vehicle to tow you to Hangar 3."

"Roger." I circle around the runway, slowing down. I line up to the runway, and point my nose up. I flip a switch and the gears deploy. "Danna, clear?"

"All clear for landing. Touchdown, 5. 4. 3. 2..." A loud thud can be heard. A truck points me into the direction of a massive hangar.

"Alright, let's get out." An engineer walks toward me, flipping through his clip-board.
"Wow, sweet. You know this is the first of her kind?" He motions toward the plane.
"Yeah!" I say, and then look at Danna doing post-flight checks. "Make sure she is loaded up with ATG and a few ATA."

[NoZoner]

Come on, stay awake. Stick the landing.

I flare right above the runway, but not quite fast enough. The Falcon came down hard and bounced into the air before drifting back down and coming to a crawl. I contact ground frequency, and the tower directs me to a general aviation ramp that was hastily converted into a makeshift maintenance hangar.

After finishing post-flight I step down and greet the ground crew, noticeably consisting of a mixture of new and old faces. One of the crew chiefs from the 86th's AFB tells me they'll take care of the Falcon and that I'm free to go. I spot a loose trail of people and follow it all the way to the airport terminal.

UCAF personnel were strewn all across the floor and chairs as far as the eye can see. Most were fast asleep, and the ones who remained awake stared into empty space with bored or tired expressions on their faces. I don't think I've ever seen us in a more ragged, pathetic state.

Feeling the fatigue creeping back into my bones, I look for an empty spot along the wall and collapse beside it, falling asleep almost instantly.

[Gojira]

I wheel over to Tosé.
"Hi."