Foxboy - Tranquility base crewed by the US Coastgaurd!? Brilliant! ^_^ I feel sorry for that guy though...
CattyNebulart - Oooooohhh! I double-dog-dare you to do it now!
Acyl - Great! In regard to what Griever said, I think I'll just call it The Island for now.
Okay, I'm heading off to the train station. Suddenly got dragooned into babysitting my sibs in Chicago for a week, but hopefully I'll be able to make semi-regular postings from their house.
"Island ATC, this is the Bullet Boy Express, requesting permission for a one-hour layover. Purpose, to reprovision and hit the showers."
"Affirmative, Ben. Bring her in nice and easy, and none of that power-slide-landing shit. You still owe me for what happened last time."
"Gah. Yeah, no problem," I replied.
"You really got their nicker's in a bunch last time," said Gina once the connection had been cut. She sounded very much amused, a fact that I did not appreciate.
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered. Sure, I could threaten her, but then I wouldn't have an AI to help me out on these trips. She understood this, much to my detriment, and took every opportunity she could to rib me.
As promised, I landly in a safe and sane manner, the wheels of the well maintained looking (some may settle for rust buckets - I won't) silver Jetta barking softly as they hit the tarmac. As promised, I got showered, got some food stuffs and enough clothes for a week packed along with a fresh load of fuel, and then I was off for Phobos.
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"To the commissary we should go," Yoda declared firmly. "News
of this kind a danish requires."
CattyNebulart - Oooooohhh! I double-dog-dare you to do it now!
Acyl - Great! In regard to what Griever said, I think I'll just call it The Island for now.
Okay, I'm heading off to the train station. Suddenly got dragooned into babysitting my sibs in Chicago for a week, but hopefully I'll be able to make semi-regular postings from their house.
"Island ATC, this is the Bullet Boy Express, requesting permission for a one-hour layover. Purpose, to reprovision and hit the showers."
"Affirmative, Ben. Bring her in nice and easy, and none of that power-slide-landing shit. You still owe me for what happened last time."
"Gah. Yeah, no problem," I replied.
"You really got their nicker's in a bunch last time," said Gina once the connection had been cut. She sounded very much amused, a fact that I did not appreciate.
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered. Sure, I could threaten her, but then I wouldn't have an AI to help me out on these trips. She understood this, much to my detriment, and took every opportunity she could to rib me.
As promised, I landly in a safe and sane manner, the wheels of the well maintained looking (some may settle for rust buckets - I won't) silver Jetta barking softly as they hit the tarmac. As promised, I got showered, got some food stuffs and enough clothes for a week packed along with a fresh load of fuel, and then I was off for Phobos.
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"To the commissary we should go," Yoda declared firmly. "News
of this kind a danish requires."