Author Topic: Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]  (Read 83864 times)

"Hi."

I glance behind me, and Jacov is sitting in a wheelchair. He's much more sullen than normal, but he's trying best to crack a smile that only hides the grief he's experiencing.

"Hey, what's up? How are you feeling?"

"Not much better than I was before. My legs hurt a bit less, however. Aside from that, though, I figured out that my family died during the attack on Ramonds. My wife, son, and daughter are all dead."
The grin fades away. I start muttering about how "why am I doing this" or "why did this happen to me" or "why did this happen at all".
I get over myself, but I don't start smiling again.
"I've got to keep fighting for their sake. This fight is personal now. I will not stop untill the last Nerverak plane is gone and their military crushed."
I start to chuckle a little.
"Did anyone else notice that Nerverak's name sounds an awful lot like 'nerve-wracking'? Kinda funny considering our situation."
My eyes start to tear up a little again.
« Last Edit: January 20, 2014, 01:05:00 PM by Gojira »

I land in an airbase and am greeted by guns.  After explaining that I'm not a spy, I am called into the officer's office for debriefing. 

"Oh balls, you're not putting me BACK out here ALREADY!?"

I finally find a place to lay down in the terminal. It is row of chairs, but it works nonetheless. I sprawl out across them and try to sleep.

I find myself unable to sleep.

"Oh stuff!" I cry, accidentally rolling off the chairs.

I fall on someone. They seem startled. I get shoved off them and I roll over to see that I had landed on Haythem.

"Oh stuff, sorry Haythem,"

I get a few dirty looks from people whom I'd woken up.
« Last Edit: January 20, 2014, 07:34:42 PM by Mr. Hurricane »

How about you land on Haythem?




... She was a fine ship. I was posted to her right after I finished my advanced ATG pilot training. The CS Falcon. ...

I large object falls on me, and I yelp. I then get angry and throw the object off of me. "Oh stuff, sory Haythem,"

"Sorry my loving ass."

I get up.

"You didn't have to sleep right under the chairs,"

"Oh, but I just love your warmth and comforting falling on me!" I say sarcastically.

Once I get the plane processed, I walk into the busy terminal. "Son of a bitch.." I mumble, noticing all the exauhsted pilots.

Many Yuktobanian pilots notice my tattoo and begin conversing with me in the native language about it. We walk outside for a smoke.

I thought Haythem had Danna for that. I smile to myself.

"Well, sorry," I say, stepping over Haythem's spot and laying back down.



I take it since Yuktobanian is Russian that Estovakian is likely Ukranian?
« Last Edit: January 20, 2014, 09:01:11 PM by Mr. Hurricane »