ABS FIESTA - LOCKED EDITION

[Operator¹]

I get some of the mechanics to help me in the task of installing new cables in my Hornet, time isn't really an issue because the entire squadron is grounded anyways.

[Ad Bot]

[Swat 3]

I may not be here primarily until ~10 pm EST.

[Qwepir]

Waiting on steele, anyway.
Everyone else can just forget around and see how much more trouble they can get into with the CO.

[Operator¹]

can't get much more in trouble for pretending to be a guy

that or shoot the C.O, you'll get in trouble with somebody else instead

[Gojira]

I go in for a strafing and missile run on group 1, hopefully sweeping that up. Then, I go for 2 missile and strafing runs on group 2.

[blockguy™]

I go in for a strafing and missile run on group 1, hopefully sweeping that up. Then, I go for 2 missile and strafing runs on group 2.

attack the NAUC airbase so we can capture you and kick your ass
just kidding

[Operator¹]

"Hey Lefty, the CSAR training grounds are open for paintball games, if you want to head over there later, just let me know." I go back to the hangar to continue working on my Hornet.

[Qwepir]

I go in for a strafing and missile run on group 1, hopefully sweeping that up.

The scrap tanks and mortar are blown up, and one of the buses gets a rear wheel blasted off and loses control, until Tyran comes in and riddles it with cannonfire. He then finishes off the last bus in group 1.

I fire two more missiles at the remaining scrap tanks in Group 1. I then use my 88m cannon until both battle buses are destroyed.

Since you're not here, and group 1 is destroyed, I'll redirect this run to group 3.

Being as the third group moved further into the city, they have a decent amount of cover from the buildings. The first missile struck the magazine of one of the tanks, blowing the turret clean off the chassis and sending it crashing down on an unfortunate rebel infantryman. The second missile was blocked by a billboard featuring a smug-ass advertising mascot. Though it takes a while, the bus eventually succumbs to the hail of high-caliber shells, and is left a smoldering wreck.

You have 11 kills.

Then, I go for 2 missile and strafing runs on group 2.

(i assume you mean group 3)
One missile salvo is all it takes to wipe the final tank and technical off the face of the planet.

You have 11 kills.

1-2: Looks like that's the last of them. [Commander, please confirm, have all ground targets been destroyed?]
Icnoyotl: [That is affirmative, Tyran, we are not seeing any further enemy armor elements on the battlefield. My men can take care of the rest.]
1-1: Excellent! Alright, every-one, how many targets did you all destroy?
1-6: ...Only seven.
1-3: [Eight.]
You both report how many you got.
1-2: Damn it.
1-1: Is something wrong?
1-2: I got ten.
1-1: Ah, so it looks like the new blood are both winners! I suppose I'll have to buy another tin so you both can get one, hmm? [Don't worry, Luthor, I have other plans for you.]
1-2: Uhh, [Fraternization over open comms is not permitted, you know this.]

They continue to "bicker" (at least you think they're bickering) most of the way back to the airbase, and later that night you are both handed tins of "Powdered Obsidian", some kind of pipe-smoked narcotic that you recognize as being illegal in Aesthia.

[Gojira]

"Thank you, ma'am."
I decide I may as well try it. I find somewhere on base where I'm allowed to smoke the stuff (where am i allowed to do it).

[Qwepir]

your bunkroom, obv

[mlockha]

Obrad lays on his bunk, staring upwards.

[Operator¹]

As I work inside a side panel on my Hornet, reconnecting a few wires to the flight control system. A clean-shaven mechanic, with a typical brown buzzcut, walks in with a mug of coffee in his hand.
"If you keep working at it like that, we'll all be out of a job!" He chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee before continuing. "I wish we had more people like you in the maintenance department."

I make sure the wires are connected properly before closing up the panel and turning to face the mechanic. "Hey, it's nothing, I just want to make sure everything is done right on my plane." I hop off of the stepladder, causing an audible echo in the practically empty hangar.

"Well, uh.. tell us if you guys need anything." The mechanic walks out of the hangar, waving at me before walking through the door.

...

I get my tablet from a folding table before heading to my bunk the barracks, where I pretty much go on about my own business, taking a small roll of bandages out of my locker along with a bottle of water. Then I go to the showers.

[Swat 3]

"Uh, what are the effects?" I ask as I look uncertainly at it, vaguely remember my Great Uncle from my father's side getting arrested for being in possession of a substance similar to it. "Either way, uhm, thanks ma'am." I say, doing a casual salute in her direction as I continue to study the purple-like narcotic and the rather fashionable pipe that was also handed to me.

[Qwepir]

"Uh, what are the effects?"

"It's some pretty funky stuff, gives you all kinds of hallucinations."
She starts laughing.
"The one time Luthor tried the stuff, he kept pointing at a clock and yelling about how it was the wall's mouth and it was trying to eat me, it was actually pretty funny. A word of advice from me? Relax. If you're as pent up and stressed as he always is, you're gonna have a bad time. Oh, and each trip can last up to 6 hours, so I'm trusting that you'll keep that in mind and not get into the stuff right before we have to go fly, ok? We just got back from an assignment, so now's a good time, since we probably won't be flying for a while. Oh, and also don't take some immediately before your chores."

[Gojira]

Once I'm in the bunk, I put a little bit in the pipe, put it in my mouth, light it, and stash the rest under my bed for later use.
I did not realize what I was getting myself into.
"THE WALLS ARE BLEEDING OH MY GOD"