Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]

[Blockguy345]

I walk over to my hangar, open up my roosterpit and sit in my plane.
Just sit in there, enjoying the great day.
ooc: king of page 69 tee hee

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[Mr. Hurricane]

It was late summer in Darina. Not much had happened over the week that had passed. Jacov was cleared to fly today, in fact, but that was about all the news.

I sat outside my hanger, in a lawn chair that was reclined. I had a cold tea at my side. I was trying to enjoy the days before it got cold again. I also had a small foldable table that held the small radio I was listening to. The sun was warm and the tarmac didn't help, but a breeze kept the air moving. The clouds drifted by, and I watched jets take off and land. The sound of jet engines was nearly constantly in the air. I thought a lot about the war and whatnot, but nothing seemed to be very heavy feeling.


Forgive me if I forgeted up the time/seasons.

[Swat 3]

I take a child's sand-box (it was quite large, borrowed it from the residence next door), propped it next to Xavier, and put a towel ontop of it. I then proceeded to put an umbrella up and then I lay on a towel. "Closest thing to a beach."

[Blockguy345]

Forgive me if I forgeted up the time/seasons.

i believe it is spring
I look around and notice Jackson with a cup of ice cold tea.
"Damn, he looks amazingly comfortable." I say to myself, hop out of my plane and walk over to where Jackson is sitting.
"Mind if I have a cup of tea?" I say, pointing to the pitcher full of tea and the extra cups on the folding table.

[Mr. Hurricane]

I laugh at Haythem's display.

"Your right though, the way this is all going, I don't think we'll see the beach for a while, and you can have some tea, both of you, if you'd like,"

I pause for a moment.

"Oh yeah, did we blow our budget yet or no? I've heard vodka from Darina is quality stuff. And looking at the time, we only have a week to blow our budget,"

[Blockguy345]

"Alright man, thanks."
I grab the pitcher and a cup and pour some tea into the cup.
I sit down on the grass next to Jackson.

"It is a beautiful day outside."

[Swat 3]

I gratefully take a sip of the good tea. "Southern?" Haythem takes another sip, and confirms himself. "Southern style."

[Mr. Hurricane]

"I don't usually drink southern tea. Not really a fan of the lemon. I don't believe though I've tried mint or raspberry,"

[Swat 3]

"Oh lemon is the kicker in it. Can't drink iced tea without it, man."

[Gojira]

"I like my tea the way I like my coffee. Hot and black."

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Hot tea? I hate that. I like sweet ice tea. No exceptions,"

[Gojira]

"Eh."

[Mikoyan]

"Lieutenant?"

I look over my shoulder. A man with a blue garrison cap and military glasses with silver lenses extends his arm towards me, a paper in his hands. "You're up in 15 minutes tops." He walks away, "forget it's hot out here."

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it." I hadn't even changed since I'd arrived earlier in the morning. I was starting to get a little dehydrated from sweating in my flight gear, so I stopped in the terminal for a quick water and jogged back out to the plane to meet my flight time.

I glance at the orders given to me,
Patrol: 100 mile rectangular radius. Northern Yuktobanian coastline. Heading 021 for waypoint alpha- -blah blah blah.

I climb the ladder into the old Mig and begin the engine start procedures.

[Gojira]

Great. Cleared to fly and the first day I have patrol. Why the hell. I jog over to my plane and climb in, flight suit and g-suit already on. I seal the roosterpit and am ordered to taxi to the same runway as Marko. After preflight checks, we're cleared for takeoff.
"Happy hunting. Congrats on your first day back, Megalith."

[Mr. Hurricane]

I wave and salute Steele and his plane taxis by.