Author Topic: Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]  (Read 78252 times)

not xavier
the guy who hit him and ended up killing him.

"Welcome t-to the 86th, Rory."
I sniffle again, tears still in my eyes.

I clear my throat, "I'm Captain Primakov." I say in a foreign sounding voice. "This is Captain Steele." I nod my head and place my hand on Jacov's shoulder, shaking it.

"I'm..." I break and start crying again as my voice trails off.

"I'm Xavier's younger brother..."

I clear my throat and stop sobbing. I have to stop blaming myself for Xavier's death. "Oh. Oh. I'm- I'm sorry for your loss. He was a great man, a great pilot. Saved my ass a few times, both in the air and on the ground."
I go right back to sobbing over the casket, because I can't keep my emotions in check for long. I've never been able to.
« Last Edit: March 12, 2014, 12:42:39 AM by Gojira »

"Second Lieutenant Mahler. I have some interesting paper work on my desk." She hands Mahler some papers, beginning with "CARTELIAN 86th FLIGHT WING MILITARY POLICE DETATCHMENT"

"I believe you know what this paperwork is about?"
Danna holds back tears. "Yes. I nearly killed myself by over-drinking water-downed Vodka..." Danna involuntarily says "Haythem...".

I sigh.
"He was a brave soldier. If he were here, he'd be proud of you. For making it into the 86th."

I nod and walk up to the casket again, and stand in the light. My tears fall and hit the flag that is on the casket.

"Do you know, if, uh... If they will bury him tomorrow?" I say, on my knees, looking at the casket.

"I'm not sure. All I know is that I'm attending the service. Unfortunately we can't bury him at home. We'll find a place though, don't worry."

"So you, an on-duty pilot in a time of constant threat of attack or call to arms, in an elite combat wing, rather than maybe talking to a service therapist or getting a psych evaluation, resort to drowning your 'sorrows' in alcohol? Had the pilots around you not been responsible, you could have been in the air and there could have been many more KIFA pilots than there are now. You are in the 86th. A renowned air wing, known for its skill, experience and age. It is a role model for all other flight units in the CAF. We have children that want to be in the 86th - people who aspire to fly along side us, even be a ground crewman for the 86th. Yet here we have one of our very personnel, a pilot none the less, being intoxicated in public, endangering herself and her fellow service men and women. Take a look around, Lieutenant. We lost many good men today. Just because you're upset and edgy about someone getting injured doesn't mean you threaten the lives of many people; not counting the people you'd directly injure or kill. You deliberately broke protocol and potentially got people killed. How do I know that Xavier Jackson's death was not your fault? You are an irresponsible excuse for a servicewoman, let alone a pilot, let alone a pilot in the motherloving 86th. Do you have any way to explain yourself?"

aw stuff brother danna's getting chewed the forget out

I walk back out onto the flight line and start picking things up.

"Uh.. Captain?" A young guy, maybe 19, straight out of school hands me my helmet, nodding and smiling.

"Thanks airman." I give him the best smile I could, despite recent events.

"Permission to speak freely sir?"

It's obvious this was important, or else we wouldn't be standing in a rainshower.. "What is it kid?"

"Well sir, I just think, maybe, lieutenant jackson wouldn't want you all sobbing over his death. He'd probably want you guys to kick the tires and light the fires and kill some of those rotten sons of bitches." He looks at me in the eye for a moment and walks away.

I stare at him until he seems to disappear from midair. -top gun get back in the saddle music- I laugh, shake my head, and walk for the terminal.

I sit on my ass and stick my head on my legs.

"I don't know what to do with myself now, after everything, all the family and life and military issues, he's always been there,"

There is a short silence.

"And I know I'm going to fail the psychological test tomorrow, or today. I know it,"
« Last Edit: March 12, 2014, 01:03:41 AM by Mr. Hurricane »

"Sir, I am not as skilled in piloting. I prefer navigating." I am obviously fighting back tears. I regret to say this after a seemingly long pause: "Xavier, Marko, and Steele were all with me at the bar. They too were possibly under the influence and that is possibly why Xavier died. Drowning myself with alcohol was wrong, but we weren't expecting to be called in. Yes, we are always on duty, but Haythem is the closest thing to death and we all were terribly sad." I look down. "Either way I could not have flown effectively as my pilot, Haythem, has. I would have gotten in the way. Xavier, Steele, and Marko were all under the influence of alcohol, but not as severely as I was." I feel ashamed for ratting out my friends, but the major's tone demands honesty.
« Last Edit: March 12, 2014, 01:06:55 AM by Swat 3 »


steele only had two shots so
possibly impaired but he was certainly acting sober
higher alcohol resistance in blue-eyed people -wink-

I sit down next to Rory.
"Hey, don't be like that. We're all here for you, don't worry."