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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1738693 times)

The desert heat hits me like a brick wall the moment I take a step through the threshold. I hold my free arm up to shield my eyes from the bright rays as I look up. Nothing but clear skies for miles, maybe with the exception of two small dots racing around each other however many thousands of feet above. Wargames, probably.

I lose interest in the fight pretty quickly and return my attention to earth. After a short walk across the tarmac, I come within view of both the transport and Kirves standing before it.

"Jaakko!"

I wave my hand as I walk up to him. "Where's Simon?"

I slam on my airbrakes and point my aircraft downwards as fast as possible, hoping to force her to overshoot, and use the rudder as best as I can to screw up her aim.
« Last Edit: May 09, 2015, 09:22:59 PM by Gojira »

She shows no signs of stopping.
Tippy sits quietly listening while absorbing every word and detail about the history of the weapon. She waits for an opening during the mention of ammo again and inquires.

"Ever thought of reloading your own personal ammunition? It'd save time and money as rifle primers are pretty easy to come by rather than stock ammuntion and they cover a wide variety of calibers with just one size alone. It'd also let you trim and re-use a lot of your old casings that you've spent at the range. And casting non-jacketed bullets is cost effective once you get your hands on the right molds."

Meanwhile Bell is sitting at the controls of a cargo plane, flying over the sea while the co-pilot is reading a magazine.

"Ever thought of reloading your own personal ammunition? It'd save time and money as rifle primers are pretty easy to come by rather than stock ammuntion and they cover a wide variety of calibers with just one size alone. It'd also let you trim and re-use a lot of your old casings that you've spent at the range. And casting non-jacketed bullets is cost effective once you get your hands on the right molds."
: I wish I could do that, but making your own ammo is a bit... less than legal, here.

I slam on my airbrakes and push down on the stick, hoping to force her to overshoot, and use the rudder as best as I can to screw up her aim.

PPC fire is poured into your backside as you try the oldest trick in the book again, and damage indicates your rear is getting forgeted up. Your rudders start to take damage, both engines are hit, and you are warned of severe fuselage damage. She pulls up as she engages the turbochargers and chides you.
: [Seriously? You're lucky I just used that EML. If I was an actual enemy pilot, you'd be dead in the air right now. And then dead.]


"[Oh forget off.]"
I pull up as hard as I can after her without destroying my aircraft to give chase, firing a heatseeker.

(Where are we right now?)

Mark would sit in his bunk, tinkering with the junk that he brought to the air force.

please rp like the rest of us
it's not that you would do something
you do something
see my post right above yours

see my post right above yours
or like, all the other posts



Mark sits in his bunk, tinkering with the junk that he brought with him.

ftfy



I see Geary.

"No clue. Jacking off maybe? He could already be on the flight, though I've been standing here ever since the aircraft arrived," I reply.

A conveniently timed text message to Kirves informs him that he's already on the transport plane.

'where are you? i'm inside the plane already. get in here!'

I miraculously join the flight everyone else is on.

"[Oh forget off.]"
I pull up as hard as I can after her without destroying my aircraft to give chase, firing a heatseeker.

Official duel music

Nagato dumps flares, pulling herself down to face you. The HSM overshoots and detonates harmlessly behind her as she wheels around for another pass, flying at you head-on.
: [I'll forget off when you learn to fly, you soggy stuff. That trick's gonna get you killed.]