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Finally posted. Sorry for taking so long, hope the rather long post makes up for it.
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In the end, however, Violetta found no rest. The bizarre dream of a youth she later came believe she had seen once or twice around school would not leave her mind for the rest of the morning and eventually, she just couldn't take it anymore and woke up a whole hour earlier than usual. As per the usual, her father was absent from the house, having, in recent times, picked up a job with a publishing company in Tokyo and thus only spent Sundays at home. It didn't change much for Violetta, however. She could take care of herself and, besides, her father's cooking was absolutely terrible. Good riddance she thought to herself as she reflected on the subject, pulling herself out of bed. 6AM. An ungodly hour to be awoken at, but alas, it was equally ungodly to remain in bed for another hour more with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and think. At least getting ready for school would take her mind off of things. First, a shower was in order. She never did understand the Japanese tradition of a shower (for cleaning) and a bath (for relaxing) in the same evening, every evening, and instead preferred the more practical and more streamlined Russian-slash-everywhere else in the developed world tradition of a shower in the morning or the evening, if one is feeling particularly unclean after a day of, for example, exercise.
Ironically enough to her own ideals, culture and tradition, Violetta's bathroom, and house in general, was of a traditional Japanese style. In effect, this meant that the tub, no matter how large it was (Violetta suspected one could pile two corpses in it), served little to no purpose except for when she absolutely had to take a bath, a rare event and the utilitarian shower meant that her showers were somewhat less enjoyable compared to if she were to live in a western style house where the shower was the main priority in washes, complete with instant-hot water, multiple nozzles and all sorts of amazing, bourgeois goodies. Of course, perhaps that was only a pipe dream hatched by the capitalist, consumerist societies of modern day nations, but Violetta thought it an interesting thing to wish for nonetheless. Certainly served more purpose than a top of the line cellphone, such as the one she carried, at least in her opinion. A shower could in fact dictate how one would go through the rest of their day; cold and fulfilling or hot, steamy and enjoyable.
That sounded wrong. Violetta silently remarked as she removed her bedclothes and prepared the water of the boring, old style shower, that took ages for the hot water to start, which prompted her to start the water and do something else before getting in the shower, or else she would face the unforgiving torrent of cold water. Not an exciting proposition. Thus, she instead spent a moment bringing her clothes ; clean except for the smell of sweat coming off of them. It would be a waste to machine wash them, so she put them aside for a more old fashioned method of cleaning when she had some time in the evening. Finishing this, she finally was able to see some steam wafting away from the shower and she entered, letting the hot water wash away any thoughts of the dream, which, while not unpleasant, felt somewhat haunting, forboding even and she preferred greatly to not remember it, for whatever reason. Shaking the thought away, she reached for the necessary soaps, shampoos and various other products that she deemed necessary in her daily cleaning and began to lather and rub her body with the different liquids, stepping out of the downpour of steaming hot water when necessary and lithely returning into the water when she needed to rinse. This continued for about five minutes before she finally finished with her hair and stepped out of the shower, turning the knob and opening the door in near synchronization.
She grabbed her own, designated towel from the heated rack with equal agility, which would create an impressive, perhaps intimidating display for anyone (read: pervert) who would watch her shower. First rubbing out her hair with the towel to keep her rather long hair from dripping water on the floor, she moved over to the counter to finish her morning cleansing; makeup, teeth brushing, hair drying and face washing, among other things. While Violetta didn't especially care about her own appearance in regards to what others think about it, she did think of doing her daily morning routines to their fullest as a matter of self-respect. Looking nice to others, in her honest opinion, was a bonus. Within a few minutes, she had finished and she then put on her underwear which she had retrieved from her dresser before heading over to the bathroom. With her body dry, she could now move throughout the house without a worry. Now, breakfast was in order. Passing the washing machine and dryer as she left the bathroom, she listened to verify if the dryer had finished drying her uniform and hearing it still chug away, she shrugged and continued onward towards the kitchen.
The first thing she remarked upon entering the was that her father had been considerate enough to put water in the espresso machine before leaving. Violetta and her father didn't drink traditional coffee, instead preferring the more direct, hard and powerful boost of an espresso in the morning. Violetta always drank hers without any sugar, cream or other substances that could be added, in deep contrast to most girls her age who sought bean based energy in the form of cream, chocolate, sugar or even vanilla laden drinks, such as cappucinos or mochas. While Violetta certainly had nothing against these drinks and those who preferred them, she definitely felt much more of a boost in the steamy, thick liquid that was an espresso. Besides, it was simpler to make, even with an older machine. Just put ground coffee in the machine, hit the button and let it fill up a cup. Along with her coffee, she decided that with the time she had before she would need to go to school, she would have more than enough time to make something more lavish than usual, deciding that this morning, she would indulge herself with the sweet flavors of pain perdu. Soaking some bread in a creamy liquid she wasted no time in preparing, she set them onto the oily pan and continued in making the delicious European breakfast as she drank her espresso. It took a good moment to prepare, the liquid having taken the most time, but it was more than worth it in her opinion.
The Russian girl also decided to have a bit of apple, in order to balance out her breakfast and she contently munched this down along with the French toast. Finishing these, she took her various, self-chosen vitamins with a glass of milk and cleaned this all up and returned to the bathroom to find that the dryer had finished with her uniform. Her clothes in hand, the half-naked Violetta returned to her room to get dressed. Finally, after about forty-five minutes of necessities and an extra quarter-hour of various fripperies, she had finished her morning preparations. And yet, despite all the time taken up by these practices, she still had a good amount of time before classes began, due to her waking an hour earlier than usual. It only took a half hour for her to walk to school, so she had about thirty minutes before she would even need to leave the house. Not desiring to leave early, she plopped herself down on the sofa and turned on the television. News. Well, nothing new there. Her father and herself both only ever watched the news, as they were generally disinterested by the typical Japanese television pastimes of cheesy game shows and the world famous anime category of shows. Thus, whenever they rarely turned on the television, they watched whatever news channel was the first one they got to by hitting the program button on the remote.
Generally, not much of note happened in New Harumi. It was, if anything, a modern while unremarkable city with low levels of crime and not much to report. However, the current report piqued Violetta's interest for whatever reason.
Disappearances in New Harumi City!
Authorities suggest a connection with recent sightings of strange figures in the western district shipping trainyards. Citizens are urged to stay away for the time being, however no evidence has been found, with the police expected to change focus later today to the earlier murder of Doctor Tanigawa in the outskirts of town...
For some reason, Violetta found herself somewhat interested by this strange report. Normally, such things didn't tend to interest her, but for once it did and it was frustrating not to know why. If she had friends, perhaps she could investigate it later in the day. Even if it was only a peak into the western district trainyards, it still could be an interesting thrill-seeking venture. Not really her thing, but she wondered if someone else might find it interesting. Bizarrely enough, Violetta almost wished someone would take her there with them, as the beginning of some romantic crime adventure. Nyet. That is impossible. I have just been reading too many light novels. She smirked as she realized the time and turned off the TV before leaving out through the door.
Ironically enough to her own ideals, culture and tradition, Violetta's bathroom, and house in general, was of a traditional Japanese style. In effect, this meant that the tub, no matter how large it was (Violetta suspected one could pile two corpses in it), served little to no purpose except for when she absolutely had to take a bath, a rare event and the utilitarian shower meant that her showers were somewhat less enjoyable compared to if she were to live in a western style house where the shower was the main priority in washes, complete with instant-hot water, multiple nozzles and all sorts of amazing, bourgeois goodies. Of course, perhaps that was only a pipe dream hatched by the capitalist, consumerist societies of modern day nations, but Violetta thought it an interesting thing to wish for nonetheless. Certainly served more purpose than a top of the line cellphone, such as the one she carried, at least in her opinion. A shower could in fact dictate how one would go through the rest of their day; cold and fulfilling or hot, steamy and enjoyable.
That sounded wrong. Violetta silently remarked as she removed her bedclothes and prepared the water of the boring, old style shower, that took ages for the hot water to start, which prompted her to start the water and do something else before getting in the shower, or else she would face the unforgiving torrent of cold water. Not an exciting proposition. Thus, she instead spent a moment bringing her clothes ; clean except for the smell of sweat coming off of them. It would be a waste to machine wash them, so she put them aside for a more old fashioned method of cleaning when she had some time in the evening. Finishing this, she finally was able to see some steam wafting away from the shower and she entered, letting the hot water wash away any thoughts of the dream, which, while not unpleasant, felt somewhat haunting, forboding even and she preferred greatly to not remember it, for whatever reason. Shaking the thought away, she reached for the necessary soaps, shampoos and various other products that she deemed necessary in her daily cleaning and began to lather and rub her body with the different liquids, stepping out of the downpour of steaming hot water when necessary and lithely returning into the water when she needed to rinse. This continued for about five minutes before she finally finished with her hair and stepped out of the shower, turning the knob and opening the door in near synchronization.
She grabbed her own, designated towel from the heated rack with equal agility, which would create an impressive, perhaps intimidating display for anyone (read: pervert) who would watch her shower. First rubbing out her hair with the towel to keep her rather long hair from dripping water on the floor, she moved over to the counter to finish her morning cleansing; makeup, teeth brushing, hair drying and face washing, among other things. While Violetta didn't especially care about her own appearance in regards to what others think about it, she did think of doing her daily morning routines to their fullest as a matter of self-respect. Looking nice to others, in her honest opinion, was a bonus. Within a few minutes, she had finished and she then put on her underwear which she had retrieved from her dresser before heading over to the bathroom. With her body dry, she could now move throughout the house without a worry. Now, breakfast was in order. Passing the washing machine and dryer as she left the bathroom, she listened to verify if the dryer had finished drying her uniform and hearing it still chug away, she shrugged and continued onward towards the kitchen.
The first thing she remarked upon entering the was that her father had been considerate enough to put water in the espresso machine before leaving. Violetta and her father didn't drink traditional coffee, instead preferring the more direct, hard and powerful boost of an espresso in the morning. Violetta always drank hers without any sugar, cream or other substances that could be added, in deep contrast to most girls her age who sought bean based energy in the form of cream, chocolate, sugar or even vanilla laden drinks, such as cappucinos or mochas. While Violetta certainly had nothing against these drinks and those who preferred them, she definitely felt much more of a boost in the steamy, thick liquid that was an espresso. Besides, it was simpler to make, even with an older machine. Just put ground coffee in the machine, hit the button and let it fill up a cup. Along with her coffee, she decided that with the time she had before she would need to go to school, she would have more than enough time to make something more lavish than usual, deciding that this morning, she would indulge herself with the sweet flavors of pain perdu. Soaking some bread in a creamy liquid she wasted no time in preparing, she set them onto the oily pan and continued in making the delicious European breakfast as she drank her espresso. It took a good moment to prepare, the liquid having taken the most time, but it was more than worth it in her opinion.
The Russian girl also decided to have a bit of apple, in order to balance out her breakfast and she contently munched this down along with the French toast. Finishing these, she took her various, self-chosen vitamins with a glass of milk and cleaned this all up and returned to the bathroom to find that the dryer had finished with her uniform. Her clothes in hand, the half-naked Violetta returned to her room to get dressed. Finally, after about forty-five minutes of necessities and an extra quarter-hour of various fripperies, she had finished her morning preparations. And yet, despite all the time taken up by these practices, she still had a good amount of time before classes began, due to her waking an hour earlier than usual. It only took a half hour for her to walk to school, so she had about thirty minutes before she would even need to leave the house. Not desiring to leave early, she plopped herself down on the sofa and turned on the television. News. Well, nothing new there. Her father and herself both only ever watched the news, as they were generally disinterested by the typical Japanese television pastimes of cheesy game shows and the world famous anime category of shows. Thus, whenever they rarely turned on the television, they watched whatever news channel was the first one they got to by hitting the program button on the remote.
Generally, not much of note happened in New Harumi. It was, if anything, a modern while unremarkable city with low levels of crime and not much to report. However, the current report piqued Violetta's interest for whatever reason.
Disappearances in New Harumi City!
Authorities suggest a connection with recent sightings of strange figures in the western district shipping trainyards. Citizens are urged to stay away for the time being, however no evidence has been found, with the police expected to change focus later today to the earlier murder of Doctor Tanigawa in the outskirts of town...
For some reason, Violetta found herself somewhat interested by this strange report. Normally, such things didn't tend to interest her, but for once it did and it was frustrating not to know why. If she had friends, perhaps she could investigate it later in the day. Even if it was only a peak into the western district trainyards, it still could be an interesting thrill-seeking venture. Not really her thing, but she wondered if someone else might find it interesting. Bizarrely enough, Violetta almost wished someone would take her there with them, as the beginning of some romantic crime adventure. Nyet. That is impossible. I have just been reading too many light novels. She smirked as she realized the time and turned off the TV before leaving out through the door.
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Argh, sorry for the wait. Got caught up in some things and I couldn't really find time to come up with something to post here. I'll be posting in the next few hours.
To be brutally honest, I liked Pendulum a lot more when they were Pendulum and not Knife Party. For those who don't know, Pendulum abandoned making amazing drum&bass and trance music to become Knife Party and make dubstep. I have nothing against dubstep and the dubstep that Knife Party is very good, but I definitely preferred when they were Pendulum.
This is NUN.
If you're wondering, the original United Nations in Ace Combat was the predecessor to ISAF and was only on the Usean continent. NUN was founded shortly after the Usean Continental War and occupies a position similar to our own world's UN.
General is just providing the base, food, supplies, et cetera. They also handle briefings, as they are giving support to the Neo United Nations in this whole Global War matter. However, General Resource will not actually be ordering our characters around, orders will be given by NUN representatives that will arrive later in the evening, who will give a better briefing tomorrow.
If you're wondering, the original United Nations in Ace Combat was the predecessor to ISAF and was only on the Usean continent. NUN was founded shortly after the Usean Continental War and occupies a position similar to our own world's UN.
General is just providing the base, food, supplies, et cetera. They also handle briefings, as they are giving support to the Neo United Nations in this whole Global War matter. However, General Resource will not actually be ordering our characters around, orders will be given by NUN representatives that will arrive later in the evening, who will give a better briefing tomorrow.
Franz snickered at the 'sir' the woman gave her. Erika noticed this and asked Charles about it.
"Well, I guess you could say there's two reasons to it. One, Franz really doesn't like being called 'sir'. Two, the GRDF isn't considered by nations to be a true military, more like a bunch of test pilots with varying levels of experience. Civvies, really. We aren't yet on the level of traditional air forces." He said this at a quiet voice and Erika nodded at each point.
"Like NEU, then?" Charles nodded and turned back to the woman, who introduced herself as Vigdis, and Erika did the same. "She seems nice enough, I suppose." The Erusian murmured. Charles didn't really have an opinion on Vigdis' personality, but she did seem like an enthusiastic addition to the group. Franz took the front after Vigdis had finished introducing herself.
"Well! Hope you get along with our new arrival. Anyway, for now, you're all dismissed. We'll have another meeting to discuss the apparent events and geopolitical events of today tomorrow morning around.... eight-hundred hours, perhaps? We'll see later. We've had rooms assigned to all of you and the NUN transports should bring some of your belongings from McNealy later this evening or tomorrow morning. Dinner is in one hour, at 1900. Get some rest, relax, but stay at the ready, all of you. We don't know what might happen in the days to come, so don't get too comfortable." He paused, as if for dramatic effect and then nodded and smirked. "Dismissed!"
"Well, I guess you could say there's two reasons to it. One, Franz really doesn't like being called 'sir'. Two, the GRDF isn't considered by nations to be a true military, more like a bunch of test pilots with varying levels of experience. Civvies, really. We aren't yet on the level of traditional air forces." He said this at a quiet voice and Erika nodded at each point.
"Like NEU, then?" Charles nodded and turned back to the woman, who introduced herself as Vigdis, and Erika did the same. "She seems nice enough, I suppose." The Erusian murmured. Charles didn't really have an opinion on Vigdis' personality, but she did seem like an enthusiastic addition to the group. Franz took the front after Vigdis had finished introducing herself.
"Well! Hope you get along with our new arrival. Anyway, for now, you're all dismissed. We'll have another meeting to discuss the apparent events and geopolitical events of today tomorrow morning around.... eight-hundred hours, perhaps? We'll see later. We've had rooms assigned to all of you and the NUN transports should bring some of your belongings from McNealy later this evening or tomorrow morning. Dinner is in one hour, at 1900. Get some rest, relax, but stay at the ready, all of you. We don't know what might happen in the days to come, so don't get too comfortable." He paused, as if for dramatic effect and then nodded and smirked. "Dismissed!"
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I ain't those kind of guys who want alot.
Best kind of guy, imho.
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Happy birthday! You're oooooold!
Anyway, anyone care to post. I'm getting bored of spotting.
Anyway, anyone care to post. I'm getting bored of spotting.
Debrief is finally up and Silver, you have the go ahead to introduce your character. Really, really sorry for taking so long, everyone.
Shortly after the mysterious Papillon had been wheeled away from the now smoldering Nosferatu, the pilots, tired from the exhausting day brought themselves to the new base's briefing room for what was hopefully the final debriefing of the day. Along the way, Charles found himself greeted by a great many base personnel, most of them familiar faces from when he had been stationed at the base and those who hadn't known him saluted him nonetheless for the logo on his uniform. Erika, however, earned a few strange looks for her own insignias. While there was little more than a friendly rivalry between the two private air forces of Neucom and General Resource Limited at the time, and while both forces were little more than tools for test flights of each company's products and showing each company's products at airshows, it was still a strange occurrence to see a Neucom Emergency Unit pilot on a General Resource Defense Force base.
Solo Island, once an OADF and OMDF base, had by the 1990's fallen into disrepair and had practically wiped off the map, due in large part to the technological difficulties of operating on a volcanic island with natural radar jamming properties. Thus, it was a huge surprise on the international level when in 2017, the newly created conglomerate, which infamously contained the Belkan Gründer Industries within it, bought the island and the base on it as a main base for their private military. They began with a huge modernization of the base; repairing and building new wind turbines on the southern area of the island, building a second runway on the base, clearing three quarters of the planes in the boneyard to make a residential area for personnel, harnessing the geothermal properties of the island for energy, renovating the tunnels on the north part of the island originally meant as a subterranean base for the OMDF and last but not least building state of the art communications towers on the perimeter of the island, circumventing the problems originally posed by the island's volcanic nature and establishing stable platforms for radar and sonar.
Charles had arrived on the island in 2018 and had been based there for two years before heading south to Leasath as a spokesman for General Group's products, after rumors were heard of Neucom providing experimental aircraft to Aurelia. This would be met with little success when Leasath was put on the defense after a powerful offensive by Aurelia following the failure of the attack on Aubrey Air Force Base and the following counterattack. The following months were some of the most memorable in Charles life, for various reasons...
"Captain Kreulich. Great to see you again." Charles was cut out of his thoughts by a man tapping him on the shoulder. He realized he was now standing in the briefing room. Erika, who looked more than a little ticked off by the looks she was getting from the General personnel, had remained silent but her attention was caught by the man. Charles recognized the voice.
"Franz. It's been a long time." He turned around and shook the hand of the man; a Colonel Franz Grisham, who looked about Charles' age but was much higher rank as he had one of the first men in the General Resource Defense Force when it was formed. As the commander of GRDF Air and Naval Base at Solo Island, he had known Charles ever since he had transferred to the base three years ago. They had become quick friends when they found out about their common Belkan origins.
"Too long, my friend. Who might this cutie be?" Erika was distracted from her investigation of one of the briefing room's chairs by this question. "Neucom, huh? Rare breed around here. She with you?" He asked Charles as more of the other pilots began to come in. The Belkans came in one group and many of the chairs were quickly occupied by the twelve pilots.
"Unfortunately." He chuckled and introduced his WSO. "Lieutenant Erika Ansel, Colonel Franz Grisham. She's my WSO for the games. Well, 'was'." The Colonel grinned, took off his cap and eagerly shook Erika's hand.
"A pleasure. You may be Neucom, but welcome to our base." Erika smiled somewhat, exhausted from the events of the day.
"Thanks. Glad to be here." Grisham put his cap back on and turned back to Charles.
"Well, we can talk more later. I need to get this briefing going. Have a seat." Charles nodded and gestured to Erika to take a seat and the lights were dimmed as the last few pilots entered. Amazingly, Papillon came in, bandaged from head to toe, but obviously standing. Unfortunately, Charles couldn't make out her features in the dim light and she took a place behind him, so he couldn't really look at her without being noticed.
Before the briefing started, however, the obligatory pitch for General Resource was put on screen. Charles cringed at it, but Franz chuckled from the back. Idiot, Charles thought to himself as he shook his head.
Those who will prop up everyone's lives:
General Group.
Those who want to progress the flow of ages along with everyone:
General Group.
Those who invent ideas for the environment of the future with everyone:
General Group.
And today, with someone...
Tomorrow, surely, with you.
A chime indicated the advertisement was over and Erika muttered. "Sounds like some sort of occult chant."
"Alright, that's enough of that." Franz walked to the front of the room and spoke in front of the screen, which had the General Resource Defense Logo on it. "As a few of you know, I'm Colonel Franz Grisham, with the GRDF. I know you're all tired and I don't like talking in front a group, so I'll keep this really short. Miss NUN butterfly, would you like a summary of what happened this afternoon or should I just tell these guys about your adventures this morning?" The bandaged NUN pilot shook her head and answered in a quiet voice.
"No thank you. I read the report on the way back to base." Her voice was weak, probably from the injuries and without the extra volume that she was given by the plane's radio earlier, the two Phantom pilots had to make something of an effort to hear her.
"Gotcha. That'll save us a lot of time. So, from what I read, Miss Papillon here was scrambled from an OADF base early this morning after hostilities began and it was thanks to her that you guys had an easier time in Oured. Fifty-five planes was it?" Franz leaned against the wall casually and Papillon nodded. "Damn, that is impressive. Mind teaching some of the guys around here how it's done when you're all better?" He chuckled and continued on with the briefing. "Unfortunately, her plane was damaged on the way back, but it should be repaired in a day or two once those NUN planes get here with the parts needed for repairs of her Nosferatu. Anyway, you Peace Sparrow guys were scrambled to Oured this afternoon and defeated the Yuktobanian and Estovakian aircraft. And then those bombers came in. But, this is where it gets interesting. Our friends in NUN just got off the phone with the Stovies and the Yukes and they both said that they deployed no bombers at all. Not even that Valkyrie. Apparently, the only ground attack aircraft they sortied were those Harriers. Thankfully, the Belkans, under direct orders from NUN arrived in time to save your asses and shoot down the Valkyrie so everything is good. Mission was a success." Not a single image appeared on the screen, though there didn't really need to be, Charles remarked. They all knew what had happened out there.
"NUN's trying really hard to find the origins of the MiG-29K's, Mask Squadron and the bombers, but they haven't gotten anything yet. So for the time being, they say you'll be on peacekeeping duty. You'll get more in a day or two once all the NUN personnel are on base." He was about to dismiss the pilots when Erika asked a question.
"What about Romeo? The ISAF pilot? Is he alright?" she said with a worried tone. Franz bit his lip.
"He's.. um... fine. Came out with some injuries, but he'll hopefully be back in the air in no time. Is that all...?" He trailed off, thinking he was forgetting something when he noticed the figure standing a little away from the group in the room. "Ah, that's right. I need to introduce you all to the newest member of Peace Sparrow." He gestured to the figure and he introduced her. "This is Second Lieutenant Vigdis "Mareritt" Lorenson, with the Royal Nordennavic Air Force. She'll be replacing Romeo definitively. Have anything to say, Vig?" He stepped aside to allow the pilot to introduce herself...
Solo Island, once an OADF and OMDF base, had by the 1990's fallen into disrepair and had practically wiped off the map, due in large part to the technological difficulties of operating on a volcanic island with natural radar jamming properties. Thus, it was a huge surprise on the international level when in 2017, the newly created conglomerate, which infamously contained the Belkan Gründer Industries within it, bought the island and the base on it as a main base for their private military. They began with a huge modernization of the base; repairing and building new wind turbines on the southern area of the island, building a second runway on the base, clearing three quarters of the planes in the boneyard to make a residential area for personnel, harnessing the geothermal properties of the island for energy, renovating the tunnels on the north part of the island originally meant as a subterranean base for the OMDF and last but not least building state of the art communications towers on the perimeter of the island, circumventing the problems originally posed by the island's volcanic nature and establishing stable platforms for radar and sonar.
Charles had arrived on the island in 2018 and had been based there for two years before heading south to Leasath as a spokesman for General Group's products, after rumors were heard of Neucom providing experimental aircraft to Aurelia. This would be met with little success when Leasath was put on the defense after a powerful offensive by Aurelia following the failure of the attack on Aubrey Air Force Base and the following counterattack. The following months were some of the most memorable in Charles life, for various reasons...
"Captain Kreulich. Great to see you again." Charles was cut out of his thoughts by a man tapping him on the shoulder. He realized he was now standing in the briefing room. Erika, who looked more than a little ticked off by the looks she was getting from the General personnel, had remained silent but her attention was caught by the man. Charles recognized the voice.
"Franz. It's been a long time." He turned around and shook the hand of the man; a Colonel Franz Grisham, who looked about Charles' age but was much higher rank as he had one of the first men in the General Resource Defense Force when it was formed. As the commander of GRDF Air and Naval Base at Solo Island, he had known Charles ever since he had transferred to the base three years ago. They had become quick friends when they found out about their common Belkan origins.
"Too long, my friend. Who might this cutie be?" Erika was distracted from her investigation of one of the briefing room's chairs by this question. "Neucom, huh? Rare breed around here. She with you?" He asked Charles as more of the other pilots began to come in. The Belkans came in one group and many of the chairs were quickly occupied by the twelve pilots.
"Unfortunately." He chuckled and introduced his WSO. "Lieutenant Erika Ansel, Colonel Franz Grisham. She's my WSO for the games. Well, 'was'." The Colonel grinned, took off his cap and eagerly shook Erika's hand.
"A pleasure. You may be Neucom, but welcome to our base." Erika smiled somewhat, exhausted from the events of the day.
"Thanks. Glad to be here." Grisham put his cap back on and turned back to Charles.
"Well, we can talk more later. I need to get this briefing going. Have a seat." Charles nodded and gestured to Erika to take a seat and the lights were dimmed as the last few pilots entered. Amazingly, Papillon came in, bandaged from head to toe, but obviously standing. Unfortunately, Charles couldn't make out her features in the dim light and she took a place behind him, so he couldn't really look at her without being noticed.
Before the briefing started, however, the obligatory pitch for General Resource was put on screen. Charles cringed at it, but Franz chuckled from the back. Idiot, Charles thought to himself as he shook his head.
Those who will prop up everyone's lives:
General Group.
Those who want to progress the flow of ages along with everyone:
General Group.
Those who invent ideas for the environment of the future with everyone:
General Group.
And today, with someone...
Tomorrow, surely, with you.
A chime indicated the advertisement was over and Erika muttered. "Sounds like some sort of occult chant."
"Alright, that's enough of that." Franz walked to the front of the room and spoke in front of the screen, which had the General Resource Defense Logo on it. "As a few of you know, I'm Colonel Franz Grisham, with the GRDF. I know you're all tired and I don't like talking in front a group, so I'll keep this really short. Miss NUN butterfly, would you like a summary of what happened this afternoon or should I just tell these guys about your adventures this morning?" The bandaged NUN pilot shook her head and answered in a quiet voice.
"No thank you. I read the report on the way back to base." Her voice was weak, probably from the injuries and without the extra volume that she was given by the plane's radio earlier, the two Phantom pilots had to make something of an effort to hear her.
"Gotcha. That'll save us a lot of time. So, from what I read, Miss Papillon here was scrambled from an OADF base early this morning after hostilities began and it was thanks to her that you guys had an easier time in Oured. Fifty-five planes was it?" Franz leaned against the wall casually and Papillon nodded. "Damn, that is impressive. Mind teaching some of the guys around here how it's done when you're all better?" He chuckled and continued on with the briefing. "Unfortunately, her plane was damaged on the way back, but it should be repaired in a day or two once those NUN planes get here with the parts needed for repairs of her Nosferatu. Anyway, you Peace Sparrow guys were scrambled to Oured this afternoon and defeated the Yuktobanian and Estovakian aircraft. And then those bombers came in. But, this is where it gets interesting. Our friends in NUN just got off the phone with the Stovies and the Yukes and they both said that they deployed no bombers at all. Not even that Valkyrie. Apparently, the only ground attack aircraft they sortied were those Harriers. Thankfully, the Belkans, under direct orders from NUN arrived in time to save your asses and shoot down the Valkyrie so everything is good. Mission was a success." Not a single image appeared on the screen, though there didn't really need to be, Charles remarked. They all knew what had happened out there.
"NUN's trying really hard to find the origins of the MiG-29K's, Mask Squadron and the bombers, but they haven't gotten anything yet. So for the time being, they say you'll be on peacekeeping duty. You'll get more in a day or two once all the NUN personnel are on base." He was about to dismiss the pilots when Erika asked a question.
"What about Romeo? The ISAF pilot? Is he alright?" she said with a worried tone. Franz bit his lip.
"He's.. um... fine. Came out with some injuries, but he'll hopefully be back in the air in no time. Is that all...?" He trailed off, thinking he was forgetting something when he noticed the figure standing a little away from the group in the room. "Ah, that's right. I need to introduce you all to the newest member of Peace Sparrow." He gestured to the figure and he introduced her. "This is Second Lieutenant Vigdis "Mareritt" Lorenson, with the Royal Nordennavic Air Force. She'll be replacing Romeo definitively. Have anything to say, Vig?" He stepped aside to allow the pilot to introduce herself...
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