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Post by Julio Weston on Mar 25, 2018 16:47:14 GMT
<< Disclaimer >>
- This is a work of fiction set on an alternative universe: not ours, nor the Star Wars universe.
- The thread is not meant for a role play, but rather for sitting around and enjoying the story.
- It might turn interactive at some point, i shall tell you when the time comes.
- I hate this stupid keyboard, it made me write all of this again right after finishing.
- I should go to the App Store and download a better one.
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Post by Julio Weston on Mar 25, 2018 17:03:32 GMT
November the Third, Year 421.
The Pilot
So my jet was pulled from the hangar. The sun was hitting hard, shining right upon my canopy. But i was not blinded. The glass was gold-plated, just like the visors used for the helmets of those who are skyrocketed into space. The cockpit i was in surrounded me with cutting-edge technology, and all that made me feel like i was riding a spaceship.
"Tango Uniform Five Seven. Status."
The callsign for my flight was TU57, standing for Test Unit #57. So i knew the transmission was directed towards me.
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Post by Julio Weston on Mar 25, 2018 17:12:14 GMT
The Supervisor
"Tower, this is Tango Uniform Five Seven exiting Hangar B7R. Engines #1 and #2 off. Electrics currently waking up."
I could confirm the situation from the control tower, holding the scope to see the prototype jet being pulled out into the open by the push truck. This was the final test. The jet had made its maiden flight already, but this time, we had loaded its internal weapon bays to the brim with air to air missiles, and gave the dual machine guns some bullets to work with. We had no intentions to fire any of that, of course, not over Rainengradian soil. But hey, somebody had to prove the jet was able to operate normally with a full load onboard.
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