considering asking for a transfer to a less-experienced squadron because mlockha wrecked the most expensive real-life fighter in the thread
(somebody removed the F-22 from the aircraft list :V)
F-22 is too advanced for T2 anyways so bluh
"Well, let's get going." I open the door for the Captain and follow her on the street, momentarily looking at the illuminated buildings all around us before closing the door behind me.
you can skip to whatever if you want to get this conversation going faster :V
like after the love
At the range, which is more of a shooting gallery with live ammunition, the Captain sets down her
pistol on the counter. She takes off her noise-cancelling headphones casually, as though expending 45 rounds is routine, and expending 45 rounds
incredibly accurately is no big deal. She stretches a little, looking over at you. She seems to be curious about what you thought of her performance, and whether or not you'd like to have a try.
not
simon deserved it
"So, tell me your stories, Raiden team? Any particularly fun missions?"
"Not particularly," Erwin butts in, "There's always the risk of getting shot down and exploding, something you evidently have firsthand experience wit-"
"Erwin."
"Come on it's still true."
"So rude."
Simon stumbles into a hospital room where a female nurse in pearly white clothes is standing next to a hospital check-up bed with a first aid kit in her hand.
"Hello sir, what may be the problem?"
"Oh, uh, I got, like, thrown. By that blonde f-firebrand standing outside in the park. Yes she t-threw me on concrete. Yes it hurts. Very, very, very, much."
Well this is embarrassing.
She shakes her head, looking rather disappointed that such a large person would get their ass beat by a girl that's 158 centimeters tall. She starts doing a checkup and treatment for the whole concussion thing.
Casualties are part of war, dumdum.
Yes but nonetheless people don't like replacing fifty million dollars worth of jetplane.
Guess what they have to do.