Post by nualex21 on Nov 3, 2009 2:32:43 GMT -5
Man I hope my new CO isn’t a complete douche.
I mean the war just REALLY started there’s no way anything important has happened yet.
And why the hell are these hangers so empty if there should be an entire new fleet forming here.
"Hey, Private! Can you tell me where I can find 2nd Lieutenant Nigel Ferdinand, and where the hell is everyone?"
"Sir the 2nd Lieutenant commanded both his fleets to leave the base a week ago."
"Hmmm... I really need to learn how to control myself around liquor, it just talks me into doing bad things"
"Excuse me sir?"
“Okay ladies and gentlemen I propose a toast, because tomorrow I start my new career as fulltime cannon fodder for the Earth Fed.” Bibgy raises his glass to his fellow patrons, and then smashes it in the face of the nearest civilian… “IF IM GOING TO WAR AND DIE FOR SOME NO-NAMED BASTARDs LIKE YOU, I BETTER OWE YOU SOMETHING IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!”
“YOU ARROGRANT FUCKING FED PILOT;” says the poor man with the bleeding face, “I’LL KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!”
Barely pausing to control his laughter Bibgy can hardly muster an explanation. “Sir I’m so sorry, its just that your face was the closes to my glass, it could have just as easily been that ugly ass thing there you’ve been calling a girlfriend all night; but I was always taught not to waste my money on whores.” ((get it spilled beer=wasted money lmao))
“THAT’S IT! YOU BETTER BE ABLE TO BACK UP THAT MOUTH OF YOURS”
Quasi-Epic Bar fight ensues, chairs are thrown, women scream and children cower in corners, precious bottles of liquor are spilled and after sneaking out the back door… “I swear officer I’m an Earth Federation Test Pilot I’m due at Jaburo in the next two days.”
“And son I swear that if you don’t stop pissing on my squad car, RIGHT NOW, I’ll shoot you dead where you stand .
“Wait…wait…wait… ok…ok and I’m done.” But before Bigby could turn around and properly address his accuser the last thing he felt was the butt of a standard issue Sheriffs revolver to his temple. The last thing he remembered thinking was “Next time the booze starts talking to me remember it’s a self serving mistress and doesn’t have my best interest in mind.”
“Just point me to the base commander; I need to figure out where they want me.”
I mean the war just REALLY started there’s no way anything important has happened yet.
And why the hell are these hangers so empty if there should be an entire new fleet forming here.
"Hey, Private! Can you tell me where I can find 2nd Lieutenant Nigel Ferdinand, and where the hell is everyone?"
"Sir the 2nd Lieutenant commanded both his fleets to leave the base a week ago."
"Hmmm... I really need to learn how to control myself around liquor, it just talks me into doing bad things"
"Excuse me sir?"
~
One Week Earlier
One Week Earlier
“Okay ladies and gentlemen I propose a toast, because tomorrow I start my new career as fulltime cannon fodder for the Earth Fed.” Bibgy raises his glass to his fellow patrons, and then smashes it in the face of the nearest civilian… “IF IM GOING TO WAR AND DIE FOR SOME NO-NAMED BASTARDs LIKE YOU, I BETTER OWE YOU SOMETHING IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!”
“YOU ARROGRANT FUCKING FED PILOT;” says the poor man with the bleeding face, “I’LL KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!”
Barely pausing to control his laughter Bibgy can hardly muster an explanation. “Sir I’m so sorry, its just that your face was the closes to my glass, it could have just as easily been that ugly ass thing there you’ve been calling a girlfriend all night; but I was always taught not to waste my money on whores.” ((get it spilled beer=wasted money lmao))
“THAT’S IT! YOU BETTER BE ABLE TO BACK UP THAT MOUTH OF YOURS”
Quasi-Epic Bar fight ensues, chairs are thrown, women scream and children cower in corners, precious bottles of liquor are spilled and after sneaking out the back door… “I swear officer I’m an Earth Federation Test Pilot I’m due at Jaburo in the next two days.”
“And son I swear that if you don’t stop pissing on my squad car, RIGHT NOW, I’ll shoot you dead where you stand .
“Wait…wait…wait… ok…ok and I’m done.” But before Bigby could turn around and properly address his accuser the last thing he felt was the butt of a standard issue Sheriffs revolver to his temple. The last thing he remembered thinking was “Next time the booze starts talking to me remember it’s a self serving mistress and doesn’t have my best interest in mind.”
~
“Just point me to the base commander; I need to figure out where they want me.”