ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Juncoph]

The other kintharians start to take notice of what's going on.
: Just try it, starfish, see what happens this time.
: Are you joking? You just said that everything that has happened to you is because of you alone. You have no respect for whatever puts you in a position to accomplish whatever you set out to. Without that ship you wouldn't exist. If we didn't constantly patch your plane up after each and every sortie then you wouldn't even have the opportunity to accomplish jack stuff in your career. But no, you take everything for granted, because it's all about you. What do I believe? I believe that you should acknowledge the circumstances leading up to your life that made it possible, instead of taking all the credit yourself. And while I don't worship the damn thi-

I've had enough of her stuff st this point. Cutting her off, I stand up, walk up to her ear, and roar 3 words.

"THAT IS ENOUGH!"

I yell it at the top of my loving lungs. Anyone who wasn't listening to nosebitch and her debate probably is now. I may have broken her hearing. Whatever the case, I continue:

"Stop trying to press your loving point home! Crashed exodus ship! Repeating the same loving point won't make it any more convincing! We are in a loving coalition fighting a global scale war and you're bickering about where we came from and that the pilots would be useless without the technicians? forget's sake, of course we need the technicians! And the enemy would establish air dominance without our pilots! Basic loving logic! Stop loving monologing about this stuff!"

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[Gojira]

"Hmph."
I keep walking. I'll have to be sure to talk to both Nosebitch and Guerra later.

[NoZoner]

The yelling is loud enough to make me wince.

"The forget does a guy have to do to get some peace and quiet?," I mutter and shake my head.

[Theepicman]

[Gojira]

what

[Mr. Hurricane]

The hot coals flare up. I flinch and tense up in anger. I force myself to keep walking.

"I see you've brutally misunderstood what I've said..." I say, as calmly as possible.

"All I said, is that as a deity, the Ship has never done anything for me," I continue. Anger flares in my voice towards the end of the sentence.

"That will be all,"

[Qwepir]

A bunch of Mercanans show up in the cabin, alerted by the yelling. They walk over to where Mjolnir is sitting.
: You lot. Go to the back of the plane, away from the Kintharians. We have had to deal with your type before, and we are not going to tolerate any brawling on this flight. Anyone who throws a punch gets thrown off the plane.

[blockguy™]

I sigh, and move with the rest of Mjolnir to the back of the plane.

[Qwepir]

Let's brown townyze the situation for a moment. So far she has:
-Had her beliefs insulted (which was unprovoked).
-Had physical violence threatened (which was a gross overreaction).
-Been screamed at to shut up while attempting to explain herself (which is way out of line).
You too would be pretty steamed at this point if you had to put up with these starfishs. I have to say, with the exception of nozoner, whose character just wants to take a nap, you guys are roleplaying stereotypical North Aesthians pretty much true to form. Easily-offended brutes who don't like it when people have ideologies unaligned with theirs.

Note that this is not a criticism of your characters or choice of actions, just an observation. By all means, continue representing your country, just don't be surprised when it doesn't make you any friends among other nations. For example, insulting the Ark or even implying it's "not so great" is quite frankly a terrible idea to do on a loving Mercanan airplane, but it's definitely something someone from NAUC might do.

[Harm94]

Someone Article 15 NJP that bitch.

[Qwepir]

Too bad she can't be punished by NAUC since she's not part of their military, and Kintharian officials would be more inclined to side with her over the Aesthians. Mjolnir, on the other hand, can definitely get in hot water for misconduct if Mercana reports this incident to their squadron commander (the only problem there is that I don't know how they should get punished).

stuff is this is why the GTO is losing the war. The Huits and Zits just leave each other alone to do their own thing, but Mercanan, Kintharian, and Aesthian forces are constantly bickering among themselves. None of them are strong enough to fight the forces of the EP alone, and when they try to work together they trip over each other and start pointing fingers.

[Tayasaurus]

I notice a shiny sticker on the side of the truck i'm shading under. My reaction is pretty automatic at this stage as i proceed to peel it off and store it away in another notebook which

also happens to be full of shiny stickers. An officer gave me a weird look and was an indicator that it was time to pack up and leave. I got all i need in the first 3 pages of notebook 1 for

today. Maybe i should look for something to eat in the mess hall. An aircraft overhead looked like it was getting ready to land, it was a big one too. I wonder what i'll be flying here now

that i've been transferred.

[Gojira]

I gather my thoughts and calm myself down.
"Okay. I know this makes up for just about nothing but I'm sorry about that. That was uncalled for."

[Operator¹]

Bell is looking through the rosters of the new squadron pilots.

[Tayasaurus]

I peer in to the Cafeteria window and see that its thankfully underpopulated. I shove open the door with a little too much effort and it cringingly bangs into the side of the wall leaving a hole where the doorknob usually lands. All heads turned to look at me for those who were actually present in the room.

"forget" i mutter.

The mess hall amplified my vulgarity as it bounced off the walls. I walk past several tables and grab a tray of food from the serving counter.