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| Badger:
--- Quote from: carolcat on December 07, 2016, 08:11:57 PM ---"Don't know if I can deliver it to pilot's quarters, since I'm not an officer, but I can probably get the footage. But I'll do what I can," she assures him. --- End quote --- Walter points at his helmet "There's your free ticket into the quarters because some silly pilot left his helmet lying in the hanger, That is if I don't grab it for another mission anytime soon. I'll talk to you later, I've got some stuff I need to attend to." He turns and leaves to head back towards the crew quarters |
| Qwepir:
--- Quote from: Deoxys And One Noob on December 07, 2016, 07:40:39 PM ---Graf stays silent as he wonders what can make that type of noise. Whoever is up there. I call to you, whatever deity, in my time of need, to help us in the times where we need you. He had never done prayer before, but it seems now is the time to start. He finishes his silent prayer and waits. Hilbert then begins formulating different scenarios in his head - incoming special forces raid, bombardment, among others. --- End quote --- Suddenly, the Kintharian sergeant points over your shoulder and screams. : [Hit the dirt!] Without waiting to see if you understood her words, the Kintharian tackles you to the ground behind a shot-up taxicab as the rest of her team takes cover. From your position (that is, lying on your back) you see a Hyperion scream overhead just above building height followed by a dozen or so Culexes. Considerably higher up are a number of vaguely V-shaped silhouettes moving along the same path. Back in the ready room, everyone has been assembled for quite a while. Pansar keeps talking with Tippy about guns and explody things, Virvel gets bored and throws paper airplanes at the duty officer until Kommandant tells her to stop, Eremit quietly reads a magazine, and Frisk drinks more coffee than he should. The tentatively relaxed environment is shattered by an automated announcement over the loudspeakers. "Attention: Hostile aircraft on intercept course. All hands prepare for combat." The alarm sounds, and an officer representing flight ops enters the room to break down what happened. : Alright, we don't have a lot of time so I'll make this brief. A Kintharian AWACS just notified us that some of their soldiers on the ground spotted a large flight of Imperial planes headed towards our position. Our radar hasn't picked up anything yet, but we have to assume that they're coming for the carrier. Get to your planes and get up there, you will receive further instructions once airborne. |
| Mr. Hurricane:
Jaakko pitches his book into his seat and heads for the Fenrir. The anxiousness of waiting was over, and he feels an eerie calm. He has a song stuck in his head. |
| Gojira:
woo 1k pages I just picked up the damn magazine too. Markus hops from his seat and immediately runs to his Tukreb, excited for some action. |
| Deoxys And One Noob:
Hilbert takes a second to catch his breath, still laying on his back. "...Thank you, ma'am." he whispers as quietly as he can, waiting for the all clear signal. |
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