Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]

[Mikoyan]

"I- sort of." I look the guy over briefly, "My name is Marko. I'm the transfer. You from the 86th?"

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[Gojira]

Let's just say I followed Marko.
"We're all 86th here. What's your name?"
I down the rest of my now-cold coffee.

[Mikoyan]

"Marko. Primakov." I watch him down the coffee, he looks worn out.

"What's been happening around here? Why have I been transferred?"

[NoZoner]

"I would imagine Cartelian is asking for war aid from other countries," I say as I approach the group. "We've lost a great deal of our forces over the past month or so without making much progress."

Despite how awful I made the situation sound, I try my best to put on a welcoming expression.

"I'm lieutenant colonel Lars Green. It's a pleasure to have you here with us."

[Mr. Hurricane]

I wake up a bit groggy but otherwise realitively refreshed for once. Somehow it is already late in the morning. I shower and eat breakfast, before heading out voluntarily to the Threat Training Center to play with some stuff. The Center contains equipment used by Nerverak, but also used by our military and Yuktobania, considering everything we use is of Yuktobanian origin.

[Mikoyan]

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you boys have the support of most of my comrades so far that I have observed." I smile and nod.

My stomach begins rumbling, "Can one of you show me where you eat around here? Long flight this morning being cramped in that roosterpit with no action." I briefly point towards the Mig.

[Gojira]

I lead Marko over to our makeshift mess hall with an abandoned coffee stand, some chips, and a couple vending machines.
"This is all we got for now. Nerverak annihilated our old base, not to mention a few of our cities, and now we're here. Don't worry, we've gotten along fine so far."
I break one of the glass displays of the coffee shop with one of my crutches and take a chocolate-frosting-with-sprinkles donut, and take a bite out of it. "Bit stale, but it still tastes good."

[Gojira]

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[NoZoner]

I walk over by the display case and pick up a shard of glass, letting out a sigh as I inspect it.

"Say Jacov, did it ever occur to you that the locals might not appreciate finding all their property vandalized?"

[Gojira]

i thought it was abandoned and appropriated for the pilots
let's just use a little handwavium and say locks got picked instrad of glass broken

[Mikoyan]

"Are you guys not allowed off the airport?"

[Gojira]

"I'm honestly not sure, never asked. This is basically home for us now, so we hardly leave, if ever in the past month or so."

[NoZoner]

I turn my head and look out the windows. Darina's skyline was clearly visible in the distance, illuminated by the afternoon sun.

"I hope we can turn things around soon. We can't stay here forever."

[Mr. Hurricane]

Xavier is thoroughly enjoying himself in the wildly spinning turret of a captured Neverak Tunguska 9K22M.

[Gojira]

"Fascinating."