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7 yrs ago
Current Been practicing drawing for a few months now. Biggest tip I can give so far is copy, copy, copy. It really helps you learn the basics in a very hands on way,
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7 yrs ago
Finally caught up on Rick and Morty. Pretty good shit. It's not every day a cartoon reminds me of my existential crisis.
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7 yrs ago
The Boarder Patrol in Vermont has more important matters than illegal Mexicans. They have to stop the White Walkers.
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7 yrs ago
Unborn babies are essentially mech pilots, right?
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7 yrs ago
You know what's worse then radio Country Music? Country Music Radio hosts.

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Harder than I am when a P-51 buzzes my car.


But really, I won't be able to post until Friday sadly, so feel free a move on, don't let me hold you back!
@Skepic okay after your next post we take off for brooklyn, get ready for some high octane city dogfighting!



Gotcha! I'll be posting tomorrow.
@Skepic@bluetommy2@ChaoticFox

is everyone okay? do you want me to post again, or do you need some direction with plot? Anything just let me know.


I'm just waiting on either you or fox, cause I got nothin.
Hanna von Falkenheim


".....Von Falkenheim was it? That sounds kind of German, you wouldn't happen to be part of the WEC would you...?"

The pilot who had introduced himself as Larcen obviously had some troubles with the Western European Coalition. Perhaps she was meeting someone who had fought on the other side of the Karlsland conquest? Interesting as it may be, his jumpy behavior and drifting hands near his sidearm only made warranted a huff from Hanna. Such cowardliness this man showed, and he was to be joining this flight? Well, he might meet an unfortunate end if he stepped out of line.

Standing calmly, without even the slightest hint of being intimidated, she stared Larcen dead in the eyes, her orange glare borrowing deep into his head. "During the Karlsland Conquest, I earned my Silver Wings for the Western European Coalition for my actions while participating in the 203rd Hunter Squadron, bombing Karlslandic industrial complexes behind lines and scoring twenty four kills. I then went on to train and lead the 105th Raider Squardron before finally being honorably discharged. However make no mistake, Tommy, I no longer serve under their banner. So I suggest you calm down if wish to participate on this job." she said in a firm voice, staring Larcen down.

Like many in this room, this man would be no more than just another stepping stone. Maybe the other pilots could prove useful tools to be used, but this one, well, had already shown Hanna all that she needed. This one was not going to last long, no doubt, and is nothing more than a nuisance, not even worth the effort. At least here, the ladder was more flexible than during her time in WEC forces.
@Stern Algorithm take the wheel.

I mean this seriously; who doesn't want to be the guy manning one of the turrets to fill the sky with lead? We don't need no Ace or Rabbit to cover for us.


@Skepic That's how its gonna be eh? XD


Be prepared for one pretentious, sociopaths squad mate. So yeah, its gonna be like that. ;)
Hanna von Falkenheim


With a heavy sigh, the young woman leaned back in her cockpit as the burning wreckage of some god awful junk plane fell into lake of Corona Park. Another unfulfilling kill during another unfulfilling day. These past few months have made Hanna anxious, restless even. The question of when to attack was always floating around her mind. Perhaps these weak governors that hired her would be just satisfied with hiding behind her guns? Well today answered that as she was called for the first time since arriving at this pit of scum to a meeting with the other pilots and the leader of the council that was the closest thing to a government in these parts.

The Focker-Wulf 148 "RedTail" banked as she headed to the main airfield of the region. It was needless to say that her expectations for the other pilots was.... exceedingly low. "They probably wouldn't even survive the first week of one of my training regiments..." Hanna wondered aloud as the plane was on approach. Greeting the control tower with her practically trademark monotone voice, the aircraft began its decent onto the runway.

It was apparent that the pilots had already arrive. A shame, really, as it meant they weren't entirely useless, yet will most likely still get in Hanna's way. The tricycle gear of the 148 lowered and the tell tale high pitch hum of the aircraft's turboprop engine began to whine down as the plane's wheels touched the ground without a sound. After a brief taxiing, Hanna climbed into a waiting car that took her to the governor's office.

Hanna entered the waiting room, looking as clean cut and sharp as ever, and noticed that the pilot designated as "Staten Island" was also waiting. Without a word, Hanna silently went over to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup of coffee. All the while, she sized up the pilot with her piercing orange eyes. She seemed to be fairly unassuming, looking almost no different from the street rabble Hanna shot down a daily basis. With a sigh, she took a seat across the room, paying no mind to the pilot.

To Hanna, it seemed, that this pilot was not worth the oxygen.

@ChaoticFox
Coolio, I'll be posting shortly.

@bluetommy2

What ever do you mean? I said 180... of course.... shut up.
@Dynamo Frokane

Alright, CS is pretty much done. Tweaking things here and there with the bio, but other than that, its good. You might want to check it out as I decided to do a complete 180 and change everything except the plane. I just wasn't feeling it with Katherine.
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