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Where should we start from?

Where we left off
3 (33.3%)
From the beginning
5 (55.6%)
From a specific mission (specify which one in a post or PM to me or Qwepir)
1 (11.1%)

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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA - LOCKED EDITION  (Read 160983 times)

That was speaking in general.
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I put on a helmet and sat down in the roosterpit of the Osprey. The mechanics give me the thumbs up to start up the Osprey, opening the hangar doors and clearing the equipment from the hangar. Pressing a few buttons to turn on the avionics, I wait for the fuel tanker to arrive and fuel up the Osprey for a short test flight.
« Last Edit: July 09, 2014, 03:25:49 PM by Operator¹ »

I watch the Ospery start up from a distance.
"I always thought those things were cool.", I say to myself.

After completing the pre-flight check, I turn on the Osprey's IFF and transponder. "Alright, wind bearing from 86 degrees at 5 knots, good weather conditions so far." I taxi out of the hangar. "Mjolnir 1-4 to tower, I'm performing a test flight on this Osprey, requesting permission to take off."

I finally hop out of my aircraft. The some sweat has dried and now I can feel the salt on my face. I look into the briefing room, it is dark and empty. I proceed to the bathroom the clean up for the third time today.

I proceed to the bathroom as well. I talk to the other man in there. I recognize him, as he is part of Mjolinir flight, and partcipated in the fighting as well.

"The fighting was hard today. We did the best we could. Those men will not be forgetten. We shall save them."

The only thing I remember was drifting down towards the ground, or rather, sea.

Then nothing. Oh, but forget the part where a Huit soldier walked by my washed up miserable body on the shore and performed CPR on me (his lips were nice). Actually, no, scratch that, I think the motherforgeter was gay and just kissed me on the lips thinking I was dead. Sick forgeter didn't know I was just out cold. But again, his lips were warm for a split second~.

He noticed and looked scared, so he cursed and brought me to the "line". By an act of God himself I was put next to Steele. I look at him scared, because honestly, I am loving scared. With my hands behind my head, I have no bloody idea what is going to happen to us, so I go ahead and ask Steele.

Swat and a Huit, sitting in a tree
Ho-mo-se-xu-a-li-ty

swats gonna start loving the huit to get special treatment

I go ahead and ask Steele.
You are greeted with a pistol whip to the back of the head by the guard.
"No speaking."

"Mjolnir 1-4, you are cleared for takeoff."

"I copy." I taxi onto the runway and take off from the airbase. "All systems nominal." I do a few maneuvers before switching to airplane mode to make sure it's working properly. "Yep, controls are responsive, instruments are working. Not bad at all." I fly the Osprey around the base perimeter a few times before switching back to helicopter mode and touching down outside the hangar. I give a thumbs up to one of the mechanics standing outside and shut off the engines. "Well, everything checks out, all we have to do is get the belly turret operational for combat operations, and that wraps it up." I get out of the Osprey, taking off the helmet and hanging it in the roosterpit before leaving for the barracks.

I see Victor walking past me.
"Nice flying, bigshot!" I say sarcastically.

"It's a transport, not a MiG." I reply, tossing a pen at Tom. "I guess you didn't transfer from the air transport division, they don't pull high-G turns at over Mach 1 on their missions." I walk straight to the showers.


Later. Right now they're on a prison ship being sent to Huit-controlled land to be auctioned off into slavery.

loretime?
loretime pls