ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Mr. Hurricane]

I walk off, subconsciously whistling a tune. I get into my shanty barracks and fall asleep.

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[Gojira]

I almost throw up upon hearing about the other pilots. A broken neck, and Kißinger's head was stolen. Apparently that Huit ace wasn't kidding.

[Tayasaurus]

"I'm not surprised about them going back for his head. You don't shoot an ejected pilot when he's defenseless. I'm just sad anyone had to die horribly over that."

I get some more mashed potatoes and begin cleaning my gun. Whisky sits across from me quietly reading a book.

"Can i admit something?" I ask.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"The Huitz took a dozen defenseless hostages and executed three, you tell me what's immoral," Kißinger scratches at the back of Tippy's mind.

"Now get me out of this box,"


Hunger pangs wake me back up. I shamble to the cafeteria tent, sore.

[blockguy™]

I hear Tippy as I walk in the mess hall.

I stay silent. This isn't intended for me, I'm not going to barge in.

[Gojira]

I sit there not eating, just thinking.

[Lockebox]

I look up from my book and set it down.

"Shoot."

[Tayasaurus]

"I've developed a slight distrust with you. Nothing that you did or really said personally to me."

I stop cleaning my gun.

"My problem is that during that last mission i noticed you fly like you know what you're doing. No. Actually you fly like you know what the enemy is doing. I don't have to ask for your file to know that you're a rookie like me. But i'm not seeing it."

[Lockebox]

I wish i was reading my book again all of a sudden.

"I don't know if i should feel flattered or accused. I think you might be thinking i'm doing better than i actually am. Also i don't know what the enemy is doing at all. Coincidental."

I grab my book and bookmark it. I stuff it into my bag.

"We did good out there. I'm glad i'm working with you. I'm going to go take a nap or something."

I leave the Messhall.

[Tayasaurus]

"Right. Sorry." I call out after him.

I still feel a little bothered. I get back to cleaning my gun.

[Gojira]

I start falling asleep in the messhall on the table, laying my head on my crossed arms.

[Tayasaurus]

I start falling asleep in the messhall on the table, laying my head on my crossed arms.

"Hey."

[Gojira]

"Muh?"
I look up.

[ZombiLoin]

Faw emerges from the wall paper to chastise Yui.

"Get your ass off the table. If you want to sleep sit in a chair or hit the barracks."

[Mr. Hurricane]

I walk into the mess hall. The fluorescent lights buzz quietly. There's a small group of pilots sitting at one of the tables. I pilot passes me on his way out.

I snag some rice dish and take it back to a table nearest the serving area. There should be a cook here. I figure the night shift guy is some poor asshast who got hit with NJP and is blowing of his duties chain smoking cigarettes or something.