Poll

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%)

Total Members Voted: 9

Author Topic: ABS FIESTA - LOCKED EDITION  (Read 154904 times)

"Oh my god this placed turned out to be better than I thought it would be." I say to Steele as I switch the channel to some nature channel.

It's a documentary on some dangerous jungle creatures. You can't understand a word the host is saying, but he sure sounds excited as he wrestles with an oversized lizard and points out various features on its head.

"Oh my god this placed turned out to be better than I thought it would be." I say to Steele as I switch the channel to some nature channel.
The other prisoners look at you and change the channel back. They mutter. "friend."

The other prisoners look at you and change the channel back. They mutter. "friend."
uhm this is in our cell

im going to go take a visit to the showers and see what they got up in there if you catch my drift

The other prisoners look at you and change the channel back. They mutter. "friend."
Each cell has its own TV. There are headphones attached to it so as to not bother the other inmates.

man i wouldn't mind being some slave that doesn't involve gladiator stuff


what if i present my booty~~~~

Each cell has its own TV. There are headphones attached to it so as to not bother the other inmates.
god damn if they didnt get sold into slavery then they'd never want to be saved from that prison

The telltale thundering of the jet engines and wheel chirps on the runway indicate the return of the flight. I lift my head up from my bunk in time to see Obrad entering the room.

"How'd it go?," I ask casually

The telltale thundering of the jet engines and wheel chirps on the runway indicate the return of the flight. I lift my head up from my bunk in time to see Obrad entering the room.

"How'd it go?," I ask casually
"3 whole regiments killed. 876 Hutzis. 88 Vehicles gone. Allied losses, none. Once they get word where capt'n and blue eyes are, we're going on a strike mission to get them."

"stuff, that sounds exciting."

My head drops back down onto the pillow.

"Dammit, everyone gets in on the action and I get myself stuck in all this bureaucratic nonsense. Top brass ended up suspending me from all military activity after I had that forgetup in the last mission. Gave me letters of reprimand and paycheck slashes to boot. I'm supposed to make an appeal by tomorrow if I want to get in on the next op."

I place one hand over my eyelids and leave my other arm to droop down over the edge of the mattress.

"You should've seen it. I swear half the loving administration came up to me just to shovel all their goddamn queep down my throat. I've been laying in bed all day to try and avoid it but I couldn't even catch a wink of sleep..."

"stuff, that sounds exciting."

My head drops back down onto the pillow.

"Dammit, everyone gets in on the action and I get myself stuck in all this bureaucratic nonsense. Top brass ended up suspending me from all military activity after I had that forgetup in the last mission. Gave me letters of reprimand and paycheck slashes to boot. I'm supposed to make an appeal by tomorrow if I want to get in on the next op."

I place one hand over my eyelids and leave my other arm to droop down over the edge of the mattress.

"You should've seen it. I swear half the loving administration came up to me just to shovel all their goddamn queep down my throat. I've been laying in bed all day to try and avoid it but I couldn't even catch a wink of sleep..."
"The action wasn't that great. It was like killing fishes in a barrel, until Valkyrie squadron came in and launched a ton of bombs. We're more excited for the rescue mission. We need all the people in Mjolinir squadron we can get. The more planes in the sky on a mission, the better. It was what got us to fail in the harbor the day captain and blue eyes were captured."

The MiG lands easily without the heavier ordnance and fuel loaded on. I taxi back to the hanger and jump out. I proceed to wash up and grab a bite to eat, after which, I return to the barracks. Captain Obrad and Miller are talking. I lay on my bed and start fooling around with the requisitions computer to see if I can get anything new.

What the... hell?
I walk into my cell. Why is it so nice? The bed is comfortable, it even has a TV. And headphones for said TV. The guards are nice - at least, nicer than the guards on the ship. Holy hell this place is nice.
I'm gonna regret being here. I'm damn certain.

What the... hell?
I walk into my cell. Why is it so nice? The bed is comfortable, it even has a TV. And headphones for said TV. The guards are nice - at least, nicer than the guards on the ship. Holy hell this place is nice.
I'm gonna regret being here. I'm damn certain.
Eventually the news program on the TV begins displaying aerial images of the aftermath of the mission just flown by your teammates. You still can't tell what anyone's saying, but the pictures say enough. The images get a bit more personal, coming down to ground level and showing you in detail the corpses scattered everywhere, the burned-out and destroyed vehicles, and the soldiers who were incinerated as they tried to bail out, their upper layers of skin totally blasted away, leaving only blackened muscle behind and a grisly skull-like grin on their face. Oddly enough, the occupants in one of the transport trucks had their hands bound behind their back, and Kintharian flag patches on their shoulders.

I continue working on my Hornet in the hangar, tuning the aircraft and calibrating the weapons and avionics on a tablet. I walked back over to a folding table and look through the logistics parts catalog on my requisitions laptop.