ABS FIESTA REDUX

[CypherX]

"The only thing i need right now is carbohydrates. I have literally no bodyfat right now and i feel like a twig... although this might be a bit much. Anyone want some?"

GOMAD as forget


Gus largely ignores most of the casual conversation at the table, now aware of an intensely uncomfortable itch at the base of his neck. In a single, fluid movement, he reaches behind his head, locates the bothersome tag and rips it off. One corner of his mouth shoots up in disgust for a split second at not having removed it earlier. He puts it in his pocket and shifts his gaze back to his squadmates as well as the unfamiliar pilot. Narrowing his eyes, Gus studies him for a moment.

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[NoZoner]

The chief responds with an affirmative grunt and starts reading over the paperwork you gave him, with another grunt and a nod as he hands it back to you.

Lorens takes the papers back into his hand and smiles. "Hey, thanks. I'll see you guys around." As he starts walking towards the side access door, he goes over the document out of curiosity... Wait, that's it? Save a few details, it's really just a piece of paper that says he's a part of the wing now. He recalls there being a word all Aesthian jet jocks use to name this sort of senseless bureaucratic requirement--queep.

Just shy of the doorway, Lorens stops and turns around to look back at his aircraft. stuff, if anyone needs a piece of paper saying I'm a part of Mjolnir, it's me, he thought. Is it really okay for some greasy-ass CAS pilot to be in the same strategic fighter wing that broke the Deltans?

The A-10C, Lorens' faithful workhorse of two years, somehow appears to have shrunken within the imposing walls of the hardened hangar, a far cry from the wide, barren flats it once proudly stood upon.

He wonders if there's been some sort of mistake. Well, I guess I'll find out. Wouldn't hurt to see what these guys are like in the meantime. Deciding to play along, Lorens tucks the paper back into his kneeboard, leaves the hangar and walks towards Valhalla's main complex.

[Qwepir]

Narrowing his eyes, Gus studies him for a moment.

Despite having been up for a few hours at least, he looks like he just got out of bed, what with the unkempt hair and tired expression. He notices you sizing him up and re-attaches the mask while glancing around the room, clearly somewhat uncomfortable.

[CypherX]

Gus flashes a quick smile, laughing very shortly.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He extends his hand. "Gustav Thomsen, Mjolnir. I'm Tempest in the air."

[Qwepir]

He offers his hand before realizing said hand is holding the prayer beads. He puts them back down on the table before sheepishly returning the handshake.
: Arkhip Orlov. My teammates call me Eremit.

[CypherX]

"Pleased to meet you, Arkhip."

He pauses to look around for a moment before continuing.

"Where is the rest of your squad? I don't believe I've formally met them."

[Gojira]

Markus makes the decision to introduce himself to Eremit, and extends his hand.
"Markus Hermann, also Mjolnir."

[Qwepir]

Markus makes the decision to introduce himself to Eremit, and extends his hand.
"Markus Hermann, also Mjolnir."

He gives you a wave.
: Hello.

"Pleased to meet you, Arkhip."

He pauses to look around for a moment before continuing.

"Where is the rest of your squad? I don't believe I've formally met them."

He points to the pilots at the other table.
: Pansar and the Kommandant are over there, but I have no idea where Virvel and Frisk went. Probably went to look for a bar or something, not that they'll find one out here.

[Gojira]

Markus withdraws his hand and waves back, then turns to his meal.

[Tayasaurus]

"Socializing Gustav? You're scaring the rest of your squad with these bounding leaps of progressive interaction." Tippy says jeering playfully.

[Badger]

Walt scans over for an open spot in the mess hall after grabbing a medium portion of food.

[Mr. Hurricane]

Jaakko wills himself to introduce himself.

"I- uh, never introduced myself. I'm Major Jaakko Kirves," he says, offering a handshake.

[Tayasaurus]

"You may know my good friend Kirves by his callsign. "Big Baby"."

[Mr. Hurricane]

Jaakko looks annoyed.

"Her callsign is Firecrotch," he sneers.

[Tayasaurus]

"You wouldn't know, Kirves. You can't get anywhere near my crotch." Tippy sneers