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 Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 12:55 am
Island 7 is home to the largest airfield in the Seafoam Archipelago, reserved specifically for military use unless it's an absolute emergency, at Giltella Air Base. Giltella Air Base is the logistical command center of the entire RSAF, much as Fort Michtam is to the Army, including headquarters for all three of the combat air wings, the half dozen support squadrons, and the Air Force Special Operations Command (AFSOC).
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 7:52 am
arrow Air over island 7
Marcus flew his F-14 over Giltella Air Bace seeing for the frist time his new home.
Jestor 1 to tower requesting clerance for landing.
Jestor 1 this is tower clerance granted and welcome to Giltella Air Bace.
Marcus lands his F-14 and heads for the the locker room to get out of his flight suit
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 8:54 am
arrow General Ganale's Office, Giltella Air Base
Clad in his digitized-pattern forest BDUs, Chris sat at his desk, idly thumbing through maintenance reports and the like. Reports from Sam's research division didn't indicate much going on in regards to Project K, which was to be expected with a project of that magnitude. Frankly, he wasn't expecting any results before next Christmas.
"Things always slow down this time of year. Works out for the better, though. Makes the Christmas rush easier to deal with."
Leaning back in his chair, he spun it around to face the picture window and looked out over the flightlines, where many crew and personnel were still wearing summer dress. It was bloody near winter time and it was still as hot as summer. Unacceptable.
"I don't understand why you have to insist on it being cold. You're the first one to admit that you utterly despise cold weather."
He shrugged. "It just doesn't feel right if the weather doesn't reflect the season."
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 6:37 pm
arrow Ganale's Office, Giltella Air Base
Marcus walked down the hall after changing into his new uniform twords the office of the base comander wondering what life would be like here in seafoam and wondering what his new comander was going to be like. Marcus stoped in front of the office door and knocked twice.
Well here gose nothing. Hope he has a sence of humor
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:51 pm
After wateing for a half Hr Marcus boldly opens the door and walks in snaping to attion as he sees the man behind the desk
Sir Lt Marcus reporting Sir.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 9:14 pm
arrow General Ganale's Office
BAM!
No sooner had Marcus opened the door then a large, heavy dictionary had slammed into his face, courtesy of a hard fling from the Earth Master, seated behind his desk with his booted feet up on it, reading from a Star Wars Insider magazine.
"Good to meet you, Lieutenant. Welcome to Seafoam." This spoken as if he hadn't just thrown a dictionary into the poor b*****d's face.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 9:19 pm
Holding his nose and trying not to kill his comanding officer Marcus stratens up and saluts
Good to be here sir
Marcus turened to leave and walked out the door but before it closed all the way the starwars insider brust in to flam. Marcus walks down the hall and back to his locker before anything else could happen to him
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 9:23 pm
arrow General Ganale's Office
Not in the least bit bothered by the burned magazine, the good general merely swept the ashes into a trash can, reached into a desk drawer, and produced a can of Sunkist.
"He's so dead."
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 12:13 am
arrow Pilots locker room
Marcus finished putting up his grear and sat on the bench in the looker room talking to himself
Well the was just grate walk in on your comanding officer and burn his mag well this is turning out to be a grate day next thing you know I'll meet the hottest thing in two legs and wind up embersing my self knowing my luck
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 10:51 am
Ganale in Story-Teller Mode A flaming droid happened to walk by Marcus at that exact time. Hey, it was on two legs, and considering it was on fire, its temperature would be relatively high. rofl
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:09 pm
Marcus lookes at the flaming droid and shakes his head thinking to his self that things couldn't get much weirded around here then put out the flame so the driod wouldn't start a fire
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 10:04 pm
arrow Hanger
Marcus looked over his F-14 and running his hands over the deathjester painted on her nose.
Looks like we got a new home now. maybie now I can get you that new paint job I've been promissing you.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 12:03 am
arrow Sky above Island seven
The man in the old 1700's clothing, merely crosses his arms as he appears in a burst of electricity far above the airfield. The sky above him began to grow just slightly dark. It would take a while for him to produce a full blown thunderstorm. Still, wherever there were electrical impulses, he'd have a say in the matter. Thunder would be heard far off where the border of the ocean hit the sky. The prayer beads across his chest simply took on a faint glow, and he smiles around his pipe..
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 12:12 am
*Marcus looks at the ceiling as the thunder rolls across the sky*
Hmmmmmm sounds like a stom comeing
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 12:31 am
arrow Sky's the limit
He waits. The sky rumbles again softly, and the man gazes down at the air force base with a mild derision on his face. Sighing, he calls electricity around his arm, which condenses into a sphere around his hand..and raising his hand, and making a fist..sans one finger, which is stuck in the air..he sends four bolts down in rapid succession from his fingerip, to strike the ground below. He scores a tree, the ground, part of a runway, and a plane, which lights up with a beautiful explosion. He smiles. He's still got it.
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