Author Topic: Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]  (Read 84289 times)

"We're safe for now, helicopter's down. Let's meet up with SAR."
30 seconds and 50 meters later, we meet up with Cartelian SAR.


To my understanding downed airmen are treated hostile until they can prove they are friendly.


The SAR team lands on the beach. I come out from the woods, set Jacov down, drop to my knees and place my hands behind my head.

Four SAR members get out of the boat and grab Jacov and I. We are dragged to the boat.

"Name, rank, serial number?"

"Xavier Jackson, Second Lieutenant, 718305,"

The SAR seems to be in touch with Blackwater.

"Okay, good to see you second lieutenant,"

"And you too, thank you,"

"Don't mention it"

The boat is reversed off the beach and we head back out to sea.

"Shut up, guys, did you hear that?"  A plume of smoke rises from where the helicopter was shot down. 
"Damn.  Let's go.  Now." 

Four minutes later, the SAR boat is just barely visible to the naked eye as the group sniper tries to line up a shot. 
"I don't believe you can make this shot," I say. 

I wasn't quite wrong.  The only bullet he gets off whizzes right by the boat, missing somenbody aboard by only about a twenty centimeters. 

A bullet whizzes past my head.
"stuff, step on it! We've got snipers!"

"It's okay, man.  It was a good shot."  I pat the sniper on the back.  "Chernov, radio in for pickup." 

The submarine lay miles off the coast.

"I hate these things," I say to myself, as we pull up next to it.

I'm helped off by a crewman, and he directs me down a hatch. It's cramped inside. Another crewman gives me directions to the mess. A doctor rushes by with two crutches

I get up from my chair and walk into the corner of the room, and take a piss.

I'm brought down into the sub.
"God I hate these things. Always have, always will."

Finally a change - I'm to get in the submarine.

"Never really cared for these, but I guess it's mixing things up. Too long in the sky will make a man's mind go awry."

"Hah, as if. It's so much better up there than down here. So much more freedom there."

I look up at the guard and ask him a simple question, "Hey. Why do you guys go through all of this stuff to take over my country? I mean, you blew up a lot of innocent people in those cities. Do you agree that killing innocent people just for the lust of land makes sense?"

The guards have been instructed not to speak and as such do not answer the question.

I push the argument. "Huh?"

The guards do not speak.