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ABS FIESTA REDUX
Mr. Hurricane:
[F]
Qwepir:
the mission continues (cypher may drop in eventually)
mission theme
Kintharian landing craft come ashore and are immediately beset by smaller defensive emplacements. Some don't even make it to the beach. In response, the marines fire up their laser designators and start pointing out targets to take out. Unfortunately, someone somewhere didn't account for the fact that not every plane in the world supports Kintharian fonts on their computer systems. And the only person with a Kintharian plane can't read the language anyway.
blockguy™:
the marines are mindless killing machines
Mr. Hurricane:
Storming the Deltan
"-This is just loving sloppy craftsmanship."
I roll over to the ground support channel, and start negotiating.
"Ground Forward Air Control, Mjolnir flight. Your laser designators aren't interfacing with our aircraft correctly- Could you please list for us the types of targets at each sight? Help us help you,"
I roll back into the Squadron channel.
"Gods' be damned whoever's fault this glitch is should be loving lynched. This is not the time for this bullstuff!"
Anxiety grips me again, right under the ribcage. Anger manifests itself in my face and head. Every muscle in my body is on edge in anticipation for anything.
Tayasaurus:
"The forget is this stuff. Whoever is on ground level needs to radio the hit points in manually!"