ABS FIESTA - LOCKED EDITION

[mlockha]

haha nerds WE'RE not grounded

yeah they dont ground traitorous scum over there i guess

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[Operator¹]

maybe you mondays should shut up and hide your gun(s)

i didn't take any guns from your crate and I edited my posts before this stuff started happening

all I have is my trusty Five-Seven

[blockguy™]

maybe you mondays should shut up and hide your gun(s)

i put mine back in the crate

[mlockha]

okay good
now just shut up and papa obrad will get us out of this

[xxxxkill]

-snippity-

The CO suddenly slams his fist on the table, rattling a mug of coffee that was sitting there minding its own business.
"Don't you dare tell me what I can and cannot do, Captain, or I will kick your ass straight down the ranks so fast your god-damn head will spin. A BrahMos II could not sail down the loving ranks faster than you would if you decide to backtalk me again. It is at times like these that insubordinate little stuffs like you who think they know what is best for the army should not be here. Your loving squadron is not the only one in the Air Force, losing the Captain and First Lieutenant, may have been personally jarring, but are strategically insignificant. Don't you even loving think about telling me how to do my job again, because I assure you that I know a hell of a lot more about our situation than you do."
There is a brief pause as a CO takes a moment to breathe, and he continues, quieter, "Now, you will tell me who your little smuggler friend is in the next thirty seconds or I will have your ass court-martialed and firmly planted first in front of a firing squad, then in a loving body-bag before the sun touches the horizon."

[Operator¹]

a kintharian naval officer who happens to have died in a classic sword accident while traveling to a helicopter destroyer

[blockguy™]

I can hear muffled yelling from the barracks.
"Obrad's not getting out of this one" I whisper to Victor.

[mlockha]

The CO suddenly slams his fist on the table, rattling a mug of coffee that was sitting there minding its own business.
"Don't you dare tell me what I can and cannot do, Captain, or I will kick your ass straight down the ranks so fast your god-damn head will spin. A BrahMos II could not sail down the loving ranks faster than you would if you decide to backtalk me again. It is at times like these that insubordinate little stuffs like you who think they know what is best for the army should not be here. Your loving squadron is not the only one in the Air Force, losing the Captain and First Lieutenant, may have been personally jarring, but are strategically insignificant. Don't you even loving think about telling me how to do my job again, because I assure you that I know a hell of a lot more about our situation than you do."
There is a brief pause as a CO takes a moment to breathe, and he continues, quieter, "Now, you will tell me who your little smuggler friend is in the next thirty seconds or I will have your ass court-martialed and firmly planted first in front of a firing squad, then in a loving body-bag before the sun touches the horizon."

"I got it from the navy. I have a friend there who I called up, then payed, for these weapons. His name is Stoil Cihlar."

[Operator¹]

I go to my quarters and pick up my flight bag, leave my quarters, and head back to the hangar.

[blockguy™]

I put on my flight suit and follow Victor out of the barracks.
"Wanna go for a free-flight?"

[Operator¹]

"Err.. I don't think they'll let us do that right now." I climb back into the roosterpit of my Hornet and close the canopy.

[xxxxkill]

"I got it from the navy. I have a friend there who I called up, then payed, for these weapons. His name is Stoil Cihlar."

"Cooperation makes this easier, doesn't it." The CO then turns to his assistant and has them make an announcement over the PA.
"Attention, effective immediately all aircraft are grounded until further notice. All aircraft are grounded until further notice."

[Qwepir]

I don't ask anything. We are dismissed, and I head to the lockers to change into my flight suit. Once I'm done with that, I head to the hangar.

I do this.

"Good hunting... er, protecting."

You all get up in the air and stuff and start making your way to the operational area.

[blockguy™]

"Err.. I don't think they'll let us do that right now." I climb back into the roosterpit of my Hornet and close the canopy.

Yeah. I climb up the ladder in my A-10 and turn on the comms.
"Your comms working?"

[Mr. Hurricane]

The song stops and I hear talking in the barracks, I can hear the Captain getting his ass grilled down the hall.