ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Deoxys And One Noob]

Graf goes quiet, a mixture of professionalism while doing a mission and concentrating on his own systems. He watches the RWR in particular, like a bird of pray watches a mouse.

This was his first mission in Mjolnir. It was time to prove his worth to his enemies.

Enemies. What a word to describe fighting his own race. It's odd, a Zentragoth who spoke fluent Gothic, and was (partially) raised on their customs, but still fighting for NAUC. Some would say he was in the wrong place. But for Hilbert, he knew there was a reason his parents moved to this country. His parents wanted him to live a better life.

Hilbert was always interested in the country his parents left. His parents always said that kids were... brainwashed, there. Zombies to the government, to the media. And his parents loved the homeland, as they lived there and only there, like their ancestors before them. But his parents always wanted it to change, to be better off.

"Change. Mother, here comes your change. One step at a time, we'll change our homeland, for the better."

He snapped from his inner thoughts. He had a mission to do, the time for thinking was later.

[Ad Bot]

[Gojira]

Yui wonders why she decided to take a Foxbat instead of a Corsair.

[Operator¹]

"We have two Corsairs on the base, why did you bring a Foxbat?"

[Gojira]

"Don't trust myself with more expensive equipment."

[Tayasaurus]

Tippy radio's Graf.

"You'll like that little plane. I use to fly that one a lot a long time ago. I kind of miss it myself."

[Deoxys And One Noob]

Tippy radio's Graf.

"You'll like that little plane. I use to fly that one a lot a long time ago. I kind of miss it myself."

Graf figures she needs a response, so he delivers some idle conversation while focusing on the instruments around him.

"That's good to hear. You know, I guess I never really learned your name? What is it, ma'am?"

He feels a bit stupid, but he was still new, so he could probably get away with not knowing names. As he flew on in his little plane, he went through the armament again - bombs, AGM, cannons for air and ground, extra flares. Yep, he was packed to the brim with things that go boom. It might make a civilian uneasy, but to the military, it was only a sign of relief. After all, that's what this entire branch is to an army - relief.

[Tayasaurus]

"That's good to hear. You know, I guess I never really learned your name? What is it, ma'am?"

Tippy smiles and can tell you're not much of a talker.

"Tippy. Just Tippy. And since there was so much ice while back at the Rec when you introduced yourself, how about you and me grab a drink when this is all said and done? Just a formality, nothing weird."

[Deoxys And One Noob]

Tippy smiles and can tell you're not much of a talker.

"Tippy. Just Tippy. And since there was so much ice while back at the Rec when you introduced yourself, how about you and me grab a drink when this is all said and done? Just a formality, nothing weird."

Graf radio's back. "Sure, why not, Tippy? I'm not that much of a talker, so I guess I can lighten up a bit with a drink."

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Fraternizing already Tippy?" Jaakko quips.

His own thought are focused on what to think of the new guys. Their inexperience made them dangerous, he felt, although their survival depended on him. This had been the struggle that the more experienced pilots had faced, he reasons.

The roosterpit's surfaces are covered in displays. Jaakko could see through the walls of the roosterpit, even the floor. He observes Svirask.

[Tayasaurus]

"Don't worry, you're invited to act as my third wheel so Graf knows to pity me." Tippy retorts.

Tippy pauses to think

"Whats your nickname going to be Graf? Or do you want us to pick it for you once we're out of this mission?"

[Deoxys And One Noob]

"Don't worry, you're invited to act as my third wheel so Graf knows to pity me." Tippy retorts.

Tippy pauses to think

"Whats your nickname going to be Graf? Or do you want us to pick it for you once we're out of this mission?"

Nickname?

Graf radios back: "Tippy, I never had a nickname in my old wing. I was just known as 'that weird air-to-ground guy'. I guess we'll see what I can do, maybe something can come up in your head. I guess we'll see."

It's all fun and games right now, but he needs to focus on his plane, really. He once again sweeps through the instruments in his roosterpit full of switches and sees everything is normal. The autopilot on, he waits for something to happen.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"I'll take you up on your offer for drinks, it's been a while since I've had some alcohol," Jaakko comments.

[Gojira]

"We having a party? Count me in!"

[Deoxys And One Noob]

Hilbert cracks a grin at everyone joining in. So far, he feels welcome, and it makes him happy, simply put.

[Qwepir]

Mjolnir's first half arrives at the Svirask battlegrounds again, right on time for a push against the Imperial headquarters. Small elements of the Aesthian attack force have slipped around the major fighting and are converging on the headquarters, but the main front of the attack is encountering heavy resistance. If the Imperials secure a sector, they will be able to divert their surviving units to catch the units attacking the HQ in a pincer.



Meanwhile, the second squadron arrives in the area around the prison camp. Immediately ahead, you see an airship looming above the camp firing down on it, and another off to the east tending to the half dozen or so VTOLs flying to and from the inside of the camp.