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| blockguy™:
"Beach party? Were you sitting on your ass for the first half of the mission?" Once in range, I try to fire an HSM at VTOL-4. |
| CypherX:
"Nah, I was saving your asses from another shipment of stuffty coffee, thank you." |
| blockguy™:
--- Quote from: CypherX on July 22, 2015, 11:18:32 PM ---"Nah, I was saving your asses from another shipment of stuffty coffee, thank you." --- End quote --- Tom scratches in the back of Ralph's mind. "It is stuff, actually." "Whatever." |
| Mr. Hurricane:
ESAM crashes and begins restarting. "forget! forget, forget, forget!" I slam my fist against the roosterpit glass, which fails to react. Anxiety buries itself in my chest, the anticipation of the incoming wave fuels it. I'm sure I'd be in a cold sweat if it wasn't about 90 to 100° in the roosterpit. "Mjolnir flight, Mjolnir 2-1, I need another minute or two for everything to come back online. My ESAM just crashed, radar is almost done, but the data links seem like they're gonna be out for longer," I use the rudders turn my heading towards the beach, loitering to give the radar's software more time to come online. The heel of my boot touches the ground, more rubber is taken away. I pull back on the stick and start gaining altitude. "I'm going to need a few good men to assist me with these incoming aircraft. Somebody sweep up the VTOL's, or just let our truffle hog strike craft have them," |
| CypherX:
"Negative, Crash. Stay out of the combat zone until your systems reboot, we've got them. Don't put yourself in unnecessary danger." |
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