Soap anybody?
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Thread Topic: Soap anybody?
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Yup, that's my Death Rider, f------ love that plane. I'll start.
"come on, your highness, evac points this way," one of the soldiers yells to you. It was a harrowing 30 minutes while they busted you out of your cell. A roar is heard in the background as a flight of planes comes on station.
Me: "Grim and flight are on station" -
My eyes widened. "W-what?"
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King: "just follow us," the soldiers lead you toward the airfield. There is a roar as my fighter passes overhead, low and fast.
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I couldn't help myself from looking to the sky, hearing the loud growl overhead. I hurried after my father and the soldiers.
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They lead you into a building that once served as a barracks, "the chopper will be here in two minutes, wait here and stay away from the windows until I come back"
Me: "Nomad 6-1, got visual on you. Sky and LZ are clear," I maintain a flight pattern outside the base area, easily visable. -
I nodded, sitting on the floor in the middle of the room. My gown, once elegant and beautiful, was tattered and stained.
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There is gunfire outside the barracks. I streak in, towards the barracks, and launch a Maverick missile into a group of targets behind it. It's all clearly visable from a window...
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Even though I wasn't near the window, I could see part of what was outside. I forced myself not to scream.
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I pull out of the dive and streak skywards.
The helicopter is near the airfield now, and the soldier from earlier cones back, "choppers here! Lets go!" he shouts before taking a bullet to the head. -
Okay, that's when I screamed. I ran over to the soldier.
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King: "honey, you can't help him, let's go" he grabs your arm and pulls you seat from the body.
I see a flash, and a shooting star leaps toward the helicopter, a missile... I scream for the pilot to take evasive action. It's broadcast over everyones radio. -
I was dragged after my father again. I really don't remember much, just the need to escape.
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My weapons officer, Pixy: "Grim, isn't that the king?"
Me: "looks like it, and his ride just but the dust. I'm getting a plan..."
The missile hits the tail of the helicopter, exploding and spiraling out of control. -
I don't think I was crying. Not yet, anyway.
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Pixy: "boss, put us down."
"why?"
Pixy: "I'm getting out. We will at least get one out. I'll go with Hunter team, and I'm transferring all weapons control to you"
"Hunter, this is Grim. Im putting down, my wizzo is getting out and well evac one member of the family" I lower the gear and approach the landing strip.
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