ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Gojira]

"Holy stuff. I think that was Whiskey, Crash."
I keep on the Shikra, dropping two packs of flares and jinking enough to drop the missiles, then get back to what I was doing: shooting said Shikra any time it passed my gunsights.

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[Mr. Hurricane]

I'm overcome with a sense of guilt almost. I feel guilty that now that Whiskey felt compelled to do that to save my life.

"-Copy,"

I reassign the Drone to Bell.

"1-1, I'm pulling out, the airframe might come apart if I get hit again. I've reassigned the drone to you. AWACS, notify available Search and Rescue team, we have a pilot down. I can confirm he ejected, though I can't say anything about his current state. 2-1 egressing from battle zone,"

I calm and get shakey. I feel sick. Gods help you Whiskey.

[blockguy™]

giant armored tigers
"[May the Gods have mercy on your soul, Whiskey.]"

I try to see if I can get on Ansell's tail.

[CypherX]

I switch the radio back to squad. "Hey, Crash, you still up for that long winded conversation over some coffee once we get back to base? All of these aerial acrobatics are making me sleepy," I say with a smile.

[Lockebox]

Roger feels humid, no, more than humid. It's like he swimming. Roger stirs in his seat still drowsy from being knocked unconscious...he's stuck on something?

"ugh, next time i should probably just let him get blown up. these ejection seats are amazing."

[Badger]

"I don't think SAR comes out here - Whiskey's best bet is laying low then somehow regrouping with the marines."

[Gojira]

"Yeah. Do remember that this is Huitzit territory, though."

[Lockebox]

The trees stretch above Roger, taller than some of the trees back home he grew up around as a child. the sound of quiet gunfire and creatures stirring in the brush meet his ears yet it remains eerily quiet.

"Guys? Do you copy?" Roger asks, unknowing of whether or not his communicator was built into the plane or if he even HAS a communicator

[Gojira]

nevermind

[Badger]

I think he at least has an emergency transceiver 

[Qwepir]

putting my foot down here before i update

Roger feels humid, no, more than humid. It's like he swimming. Roger stirs in his seat still drowsy from being knocked unconscious...he's stuck on something?

"ugh, next time i should probably just let him get blown up. these ejection seats are amazing."

you're still unconscious
that's sort of why it was stated

[Badger]

have happy dreams about an animal gnawing off your legs

[Lockebox]

putting my foot down here before i updateyou're still unconscious
that's sort of why it was stated

aw what ok

when do i become not unconscious

[blockguy™]

aw what ok

when do i become not unconscious

probably after this turn

[Gojira]

I find myself hyperventilating after Whiskey's stunt. I calm myself down.