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May 23, 2016 22:49:40 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on May 23, 2016 22:49:40 GMT
Brunyr took out another syringe.
Brunyr: "While it's true that it all washed off quickly, my cure can be taken as a counterpart of yours. It heavily increases the duration of the effect, and sometimes it even brings effects of its own with her"
Julio, meanwhile, shook hands with Logan.
Julio: "Finally somebody who gets me. I might get real serious at times, but in the end, all i want is to have fun with my friends. Say, what's that? I'm no chemist but i can tell it's some sort of stimpack..."
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Post by Logan Shivers on May 24, 2016 18:35:04 GMT
Logans eyes twinkled with evil glee.
He opened his mouth to respond, but one of the pilots that had been standing quietly by the door interjected.
"Just pray you never experience it... one of his home brewed mixtures, it will knock you clean out for a couple of seconds, then you come to your senses in the most sublime pain you have ever felt. Lasts about ten or twenty seconds, depending on just how drunk you were.. literaly burns the alcohol in your blood stream in some biochemical reaction... feels like every molecule in your body is burning... then, the high power stims kick in and give you a focus that is unparalleled by any stim pack I ever tried before."
Logan smiled sweetly, although it probably looked more like a snarl to most, and nodded his head.
"Could not have put it better myself! Old recepie from Byss passed on to me by an acquaintance."
The feeling in his belly was spreading out now, the Redmist slowly warming his body up as the intoxicants spread through his bloodstream. It was time to find a party.
"As much as I like this ship, be a shame to ruin it by getting drunk here, lets go find some grubby tavern in the city and have ourselves some real fun, what you all say?"
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May 24, 2016 23:10:21 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on May 24, 2016 23:10:21 GMT
Julio: "Why leave the starport? We're hosting a dogfight in an hour, and everything in here is free for the taking if you prefer to drink it while walking rather than in this room"
Brunyr: "I would complain, but even for me, it's a lot of bottles and ain't there any rare ones for me to treasure"
Julio: "I can tell you want to move somewhere else... You tell me where and we'll roll inmediately..."
****
Meanwhile Katsune arrived at the commissary again where she left Skye, Nimm and Adde. Approaching them, she apologized.
Kat: "Sorry. Julio will be absent, and will return in an hour to narrate the large scale dogfight while fighting himself. How about i give you guys a tour around any of those ships?"
She pointed to a large group of ships that were landing near, the most noticeable being a Veltraa-class, a chrome J-Type 327 and a YV-666 in an rust-and-white combination.
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Post by Logan Shivers on May 25, 2016 22:27:58 GMT
If Logan had eye brows, they would have risen...
"did you say dogfight? oooooh, cant miss that! Drinks on the go it is!! Some nice cold ales in the sun would go down well... Oquan, what you think you drunken fleabag, think you can walk, or do you need a dose of Logan sober juice?"
He was REALLY hoping Oquan would ask for the stim... just to hear the growl that would come out of him when it hit!!! Besides... it would level the playing field if Oquan started from sober again.
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Adde looked up from his now empty plate, spotted the ships Kat was talking about and nodded his agreement.
"That Veltraa looks great... never seen one up close, be good to have a tour."
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Post by Max Ameeno Bacca on May 29, 2016 3:14:03 GMT
Skye agreed, standing up from the table to improve his view of the ships they were referring to.
"Ah yes, the mighty Veltraa," he said. " I never did care for the look of them really. It looks as if someone failed their piloting test and crinkled up their nose in a crash!" he bellowed and slammed his fist onto the table to emphasize the point of his joke. It got a few smiles and laughs at the table which was good enough for him.
He smiled and said, "Ok, lead the way! Let's see if they look smashed up on the inside!"
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May 29, 2016 10:29:05 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on May 29, 2016 10:29:05 GMT
Katsune got up with a smile.
"Hahahahahahah, it's true... Wait for me, i'm getting something to go in"
Minutes later she arrived in a Jailspeeder piloted by a WSDF trooper with orange, messy hair visible by a lack of headwear.
"Ma'am. We have arrived"
"Thanks, Troy. How's that series of yours going?"
"Lacking animation ever since i set my hand in fire this morning"
"Oh"
As the passengers descended some more minutes later, next to the Veltraa-class. Katsune, meanwhile, told Troy about Skye's joke. She liked Troy a bit, enough to become his friend.
"Hahahahah, it takes some serious imagination to tell jokes like that! Oh wait. We're here already"
****
Minutes away from most ships, in a manteinance building, ten Y-Wings and two ETA-5 Interceptors with matching black-and-gold liveries refueled while ace pilot Aides Zuriburg watched ten Westonian Air Defense Force pilots get ready, giving his own ETA-5 some fixes as a droid fought against its own lag, trying to give the paint a fix.
"HA! T-Wings? Those ships are as plain and common as you guys! Want to get taken seriously with just some blingy paint? You guys are makin' me cringe!"
"Shut the F up, asshat! We can knock ya off any second now" - a pilot responded with his visor up to show his clear amusement.
"Yeah, shut up! You don't want us bringing in the live rounds for the dogfight, do you?" - Another pilot was tucking a DH-17 in a holster while backing up his friend.
While Aides and two pilots exchanged insults, a Consular-Class descended near. It had an all White paintjob with a red line running straight through each side. As a cargo ramp opened, three men and a woman of different races, dressed in white trenchcoats and carrying guns descended, then hopped in a hover cart, seemingly ignoring the pilots. But inside the dusty hangar, squadron leader Fann Haruhiro grabbed his radio.
"Control, this is WADF1. Tell all units to be dead serious. I don't know if it's just some bad daydream, but i think i spotted four anarchist bastards in a hovering cart"
"WADF1, this is Control. We had a similar report near the mall. We had it checked through, it's just some cosplay party getting reunited. They say they dressing as Padania commandos or whatever they're called"
"A cosplay party? No wonder society is screwed with civilians getting shot by law enforcement, they can't tell the difference between a costume and a weirdo, and end up freaking out" - The grey and black Caamasi sat down in a chair and expressed concern.
"Always bashing my lovely fandoms, but whenever i tell you Cif Maldov is a terrible singer you're one to freak out, old man" - a young pilot which seemed to know Fann responded.
"Say that again and i'm turning you over to the interrogation guys for insulting him, you terrorism fanboy"
"Hey, just because i like a series doesn't mean i'm with some terrorist cell. I'm just saying cosplay is not weird..."
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May 30, 2016 3:37:12 GMT
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Post by Oquan Tangin Bacca on May 30, 2016 3:37:12 GMT
They all had grabbed as many drinks as they could carry and headed out of the C-3 to pick a good vantage point for the dog-fights. The coordinators had thought of everything as huge holo-screens had been positioned all over in various viewing landing pads as well as in the bars and commissary of the station so everyone could easily follow the action as well as benefit from in-cockpit cams and interspliced pre-recorded interviews and predictions as well live play by play from veteran combat pilots who could really breakdown the various maneuvers and tactics used in the individual fights.
As Oquan walked behind Logan, he could feel his legs getting heavier and his visioning getting narrower. He was finding it hard to focus and was getting double, triple and even quadruple vision of Logan's back-side...not a pretty picture to a heterosexual Wookiee!
Oquan howled, "I can't take it anymore! Alright, Rattle-Snake! Hit me with your old family recipe!"
He had heard the horror story about how bad the stim would hurt but at the moment he was seeing four times the amount of Logan's ass than he had ever planned to see. He'd take his chanced with the stim shot...
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May 31, 2016 20:12:01 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on May 31, 2016 20:12:01 GMT
Julio suddenly realized his friends were not walking towards the hangar, but a tall tower.
"I thought you guys were going to fight too?"
"Well they usually insult each other but..."
"That's not what i mean! In the dogfight?"
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May 31, 2016 23:58:13 GMT
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Post by Oquan Tangin Bacca on May 31, 2016 23:58:13 GMT
"If the old Rattlesnake is kind enough to hit me with his stim shot then I will gladly repay him by flying circles around him for all of your enjoyment!" Oquan exclaimed while clumsily waving his hand around his head.
"However!" he continued now with his finger pointing towards his own face, although he could not even begin to track it with his eyes. "The only thing making circles at the moment" he stammered, "are my eyes in my aching head!"
With that he stopped, as if frozen in time, still pointing at his own face and staring with eyes half shut at a mildly amused Logan.
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Jun 1, 2016 0:53:26 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jun 1, 2016 0:53:26 GMT
"Okay, bud. Whatever you say" - Julio pulled out a datapad and, enabling the ship search tool, it automatically used data from all friendly sensors in the planet - "I'm a lucky man to say we got five spare fighters in Hangar 84, section 92. No liveries included though, but i'll be saving two for you and Logan. I'll have them refuel"
A person in office attire approached Julio.
"Sir, we have a problem with some of the papers we need to launch this event. You could say... they fucked 'em up"
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As the party boarded through a cargo gate, Katsune received a message in her datapad.
"Hey, gentlemen. Julio says he's got three spare fighters somewhere for you three to enjoy the dogfight. There's also this misunderstanding with some papers so we have time to visit the other two ships before it's even legal to scramble. Say, whoever wants to be in, tell me and i'll save you a craft"
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Post by Max Ameeno Bacca on Jun 1, 2016 3:03:44 GMT
Skye Lomax grinned and said, "I am in! It has been a while since I've gotten to sit in a cockpit in a real dogfight! I'm sure there are new maneuvers and new tactics but battlefield strategy has not changed nor will it ever change. My motto is, 'get there the fastest with the mostest!'" he said with a laugh.
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Jun 2, 2016 1:54:16 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jun 2, 2016 1:54:16 GMT
"Well. Your fighter will be added to the refuel list. Take into account, for security reasons all lasers are to be kept functional in WADF craft, even in trainings, so try not to fire the gatling"
As the elevator stopped, Troy talked.
"Here we are! The Almighty Veltraa-class! Proof that even ridículous looking ships came out of nowhere can overpower prestigious and cutting-edge designs! And a good example of a mess. Just look at all of those boxes! They even got a crane in here..."
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Post by Logan Shivers on Jun 4, 2016 10:32:07 GMT
Logan watched with some amusement as Oquan stumbled around muttering. Only every other word was even remotely understandable... but he swore the Wookie had asked for his stim remedy.... and as it would appear they were going to be dog fighting....
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Adde joining their group.
"Adde, grab the Wookie" Logan shouted as he flipped a needle into his huge hand and jabbed it straight into Oquans shoulder.
As expected the large Wookie collapsed, but was deftly caught by Adde on the way down.
"oh no, Logan, not the stim... he is going to KILL you when he sobers up..."
"HE asked for it, I am certain... I think..!!"
The sound of a deafening Wookie roar silenced everyone within the hangar. Nothing else could be heard above it, even drowning out some of the fighter engines that had been spooling up. OQuans body had gone absolutely rigid and his eyes glared with utter fury at Logan
"Ahhhh, here we go, I give it five, four , three, two, one....."
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Jun 4, 2016 16:21:34 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jun 4, 2016 16:21:34 GMT
Julio hid behind a pile of luggage with a DY-225 handy and set on the stun mode, a little scared.
"I swear to G*nk, if he tries to get me too i'll put him to sleep..."
Brunyr watched all of this with amusement, grabbing a bottle Oquan had dropped so it wouldn't hit the floor and downed it in a single movement, then walked next to Julio and sat in another pile.
"Don't be scared. It was just a roar, you"
"Go and fuck yourself"
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As Troy kept shouting out facts about the Veltraa while trying to hide a datapad he was getting information from, a Cathar female dressed in a white trenchcoat walked past Katsune who was trying to contact Julio so both groups could reunite somewhere for the dogfight. She walked all the way towards the crane as it held a winglet up high, which seemed to have belonged to a not-so-light freighter given the size, almost that of a Toscan Fighter. She climbed up a ladder and read the instructions written in a handbook. However she forgot to close the door and a man in work attire yelled at her.
"There, you! Get down from there, you're in a restricted area!"
She looked down with a complete lack of expression and, off her sleeves, two push knives came out for her to grab. Next, she jumped, holding both knives and landed right on top of the man, stabbing him on each shoulder and almost breaking his legs due to the impact. As he started to bleed out and she got up with no visible damage, her face turned into a smile as she dragged the man somewhere and climbed back up.
"Why don't you go to sleep, if it's not too much of a nuisance for nya?"
Meanwhile, Troy had finished blabbing.
"I don't think i know whose ship is this, but you can tell it's full of wings and miscellaneous parts"
A man in a suit approached Skye.
"I heard you were from the local military. I wonder if you would be interested on buying something. Most men ain't supposed to have one of these and i'm pretty sure you're one just like me, according to some laws... but you can have one nonetheless, for a fair, fair price. Follow me if you will, this is not something we can go and show off all around"
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Jun 7, 2016 22:49:48 GMT
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Post by Oquan Tangin Bacca on Jun 7, 2016 22:49:48 GMT
The searing pain that Oquan felt was like none he had ever experienced including two near fatal combat wounds. He felt a shockwave of fire that started in his shoulder where the syringe had done its work and spread through every artery and vein of his body making him feel as if his blood were boiling and then as if it were acid, devouring his very flesh.
As the pain passed through him, he found himself letting out a battle cry that in hindsight he was quite sure that his ancestors heard. As the air left his lungs he suddenly felt as if a vale was being lifted from his mind. The clarity that he felt was astounding. His senses seemed hieghtened. He felt rage and tranquility simultaneously.
He straightened himself and looked at Logan square in his eyes.
"Brother...with enough of those, I could walk on the sun!" he said with a grin.
"Now let's have ourselves a proper duel!"
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