ABS FIESTA REDUX

[NoZoner]

Jaakko and Walter's insistence eventually disarms Ash.

"... Fine. Blackeye, holding fire."

He detonates the missiles in flight.

"Alright, what's the instruction plan then?"

[Ad Bot]

[Mr. Hurricane]

Jaakko gets rid of his RGMs as well.

"They said it was an interception between equal numbers of aircraft. Its kinda vague, but I'm almost certain they're going to act first and we're the ones being intercepted,"

[Qwepir]

alright that forum outage kind of screwed up my everything, i think we're gonna have to skip the wargame
actual post coming up

[Qwepir]

In the days that follow; the Tordenskjold repositions over the Aesthian mainland, Kommandant continues to run drills with the recruits, Cualli completes her errand for Frisk without incident, and Tarkirov takes a shuttle off the ship for a meeting with other top brass.
It is currently midday. The Kintharian repair crew is conversing with some Aesthian crewmen in the hangar while allowing them to look at the Wyvern up close; Frisk and Morten are watching TV in the squadron common room; and Kommandant, Virvel, and the recruits are setting down after some more exercises. All in all, there's an abnormally relaxed mood going around.

[carolcat]

Cualli has barely been leaving the crew barracks, save for work. Having just finished her shift in the hangar, she is getting ready for another evening of not leaving her bed, bearing the depressed, tired face that has become her default expression as she starts to leave the hangar.

[Mr. Hurricane]

Jaakko is getting up from a nap. In the recent days he has been dealing with the stress of his deployment as well as the bordem of the air carrier by sleeping more. He rolls out of his bunk and wipes away the sleep from his eyes. His dreams more recently had been uncomfortable, but not necessarily nightmares. A lot of almost getting shot down or injured, as well as a lot of extremely stressful situations presented themselves in his dreams, but when he woke up he couldn't make real world sense of them.

He slips his boots on and neglects to make his bed, planning on heading for the mess.

[Qwepir]

Cualli has barely been leaving the crew barracks, save for work. Having just finished her shift in the hangar, she is getting ready for another evening of not leaving her bed, bearing the depressed, tired face that has become her default expression as she starts to leave the hangar.

: Do not forget to eat today.

Jaakko is getting up from a nap. In the recent days he has been dealing with the stress of his deployment as well as the bordem of the air carrier by sleeping more. He rolls out of his bunk and wipes away the sleep from his eyes. His dreams more recently had been uncomfortable, but not necessarily nightmares. A lot of almost getting shot down or injured, as well as a lot of extremely stressful situations presented themselves in his dreams, but when he woke up he couldn't make real world sense of them.

He slips his boots on and neglects to make his bed, planning on heading for the mess.

Frisk spots you exiting your bunkroom.
: Mornin' sunshine.
: Shh!

The TV the two of them are watching is showing a news report from Kintharia, whose population recently voted 44% for 56% against on a motion to withdraw from the GTO and negotiate a ceasefire with the Pact on their own.

[carolcat]

: Do not forget to eat today.

"I'm not really hungry," Cualli tells him, despite not eating breakfast that morning and barely eating anything for dinner the night before. She knows that she's supposed to eat and that she probably- well, more like definitely- needs to eat, but the thought of having to actually go and do such a thing sounds... overwhelmingly exhausting and, ultimately, pointless. She'll just end up hungry again later, so why bother?

[Mr. Hurricane]

"What's this?" Jaakko asks, moving towards Frisk to hear an explanation.

[Qwepir]

"I'm not really hungry," Cualli tells him, despite not eating breakfast that morning and barely eating anything for dinner the night before. She knows that she's supposed to eat and that she probably- well, more like definitely- needs to eat, but the thought of having to actually go and do such a thing sounds... overwhelmingly exhausting and, ultimately, pointless. She'll just end up hungry again later, so why bother?

: Aesthian servicemen and women require three meals a day to maintain physical health and fitness standards. You must eat.

"What's this?" Jaakko asks, moving towards Frisk to hear an explanation.

: Kinos wanna tap out.
: Yep. They don't see a point in continuing the war now that the Delta's been dealt with for over a year now.
: Idiots. If we were to stop fighting now without even giving the Imps a bloody nose, they'll just try to roll over us again a decade down the line.

[carolcat]

: Aesthian servicemen and women require three meals a day to maintain physical health and fitness standards. You must eat.

"I..." Cualli sighs. "Alright," she begrudgingly agrees and heads to the mess hall. She grabs a tray and puts a small amount of food on it (she might be depressed, but she's not keen on being wasteful) before taking a seat beside Elu.

Cualli stares down at the tray. It looks incredibly unappetizing and she makes no move to start eating.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"I remember seeing protests in Kintharia on leave. I'm sure the Imperium would love to 'civilize' the ex-Kintharian empire states to the north before they move on to 'civilizing' Kintharia,"

Jaakko stares blankly at the TV.

"What a mess," he remarks, "No foresight whatsoever. At least a majority of them still understand."

[Qwepir]

"I..." Cualli sighs. "Alright," she begrudgingly agrees and heads to the mess hall. She grabs a tray and puts a small amount of food on it (she might be depressed, but she's not keen on being wasteful) before taking a seat beside Elu.

Cualli stares down at the tray. It looks incredibly unappetizing and she makes no move to start eating.

Elu waits for a while, then takes the unused fork next to Cualli's hand, stabs a piece of potato, and pushes it up to her face.
: Eat the food.

"I remember seeing protests in Kintharia on leave. I'm sure the Imperium would love to 'civilize' the ex-Kintharian empire states to the north before they move on to 'civilizing' Kintharia,"

: Exactly!

Jaakko stares blankly at the TV.
"What a mess," he remarks, "No foresight whatsoever. At least a majority of them still understand."

: Yeah, well, let's just hope it remains a majority.

[carolcat]

Elu waits for a while, then takes the unused fork next to Cualli's hand, stabs a piece of potato, and pushes it up to her face.
: Eat the food.

Cualli stares at the potato that's being held to her face, then at Elu, and finally opens her mouth. The potatoes are bland and tasteless in her mouth, but she realizes that it's more effort to fight Elu over eating than it is to just eat and get it over with.

Not about to be spoonfed in front of everyone in the mess hall, Cualli gently takes the fork and mumbles a "sorry" before picking at her food, eating small bites of it at a time. She gets about halfway through her small portion before laying her fork down on her tray, pushing the tray forward a few inches, resting her elbows on the table, and holding her face in her hands.

"I wish he were still here," she says quietly.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"It'd ought to remain a majority, I have faith in them. Either way, I'm heading down to the mess,"

And Jaakko goes to the mess hall and looks for familiar faces.