by Dusty Crophopper » Tue Jun 09, 2015 9:28 am
Oskar - Tags: Spray
"I thought you might." he smiled here, looking rather studious with his spectacles on. "The fact of the matter is, I wasn't blind to the fact hundreds of Jews had suddenly vanished in my home city. It's funny you call them weak, however. Unless you're referring to a different kind of weak though. I have not heard them referred to as such, even in my time. They were referred to as many things, but weak was not one of them. The mentally ill, the gypsies, the gays, sure, they were all classified as inferior, weak perhaps, but not the Jews. So if by weak you mean... in our own military it also depends. Weak is a broad term, Herr Krane. It could mean many things. It was like any view back then... males were supposed to be strong and virile, but we all knew it wasn't entirely true. I myself personally tried to help those in my squadron I knew were... young and incapable."
He noted the first kebabs were over to their table, being lamb of some kind, and Oskar nodded gratefully to sample some. "You know... if you're asking if I approved of the mass killings... of course not. We were told they were taken to labor camps, similar to what the US was doing to the Japanese. We were told they were well fed and cared for... I never personally looked into it... but towards the end of the war... it became... impossible to ignore what was really happening." His voiced dropped considerably here, and he stared at his lamb. "I... I feel like... no I know I was horrified when I found out the full extent. By that point, it severely shook any faith I had in what I was fighting for, I... couldn't... I almost gave up in fact. Everything I thought I had known... it was all gone. Granted I never approved of going into non-German countries in the first place, so things were always a little shaky with me there but this... this was it. The only reason I fought... the only reason I kept going... was to prevent another Dresden or Hamburg from occurring. I fought to save the lives of my people... that... that is the only thing I could take comfort in regarding my side..." He said sadly here, refusing to look up at the plane, and kept staring at his lamb instead, before finally sliding some into his mouth, and chewing slowly, almost mechanically as he waited for Spray's response.
Roger - Tags: Sid
Roger paused, and pulled up some files. "Right mate, Bandit Squadron... let me see what I've got. If I recall, they're a disgraced ex-military unit turned guns-for-hire, since they were booted out of the US Air Force during the invasion of Iraq. Let me see what I've got... one moment please." He said in the calm, collected tones Sid was used to.
"Here it is I've got it. Uh turns out they're currently working for a weapons' manufacturer old chum. A corporation by the name of Skysword Industries... CEO Hiram Carew... he's British, though his headquarters are in the United States, but he has a prominent branch in the jungles outside of Rio. He mostly manufactures aircraft weaponry, really cutting edge stuff but... also manufactures nuclear weapons and weapons of mass destruction. Has a rather large contract with the US government, England, Brazil, Japan, China, uh... list goes on I'm afraid." Grenville murmured. "Anyway I'll send you his file and his company's file... you sure this is someone you want to go after?" he inquired, concern in his voice. "He's quite well connected... unless Bandit Squadron went rogue again." Roger commented.
Sid soon had files in his databanks, and they contained pictures of Skysword and Carew. Carew was an older looking American model, seemingly from the 20s or 30s. He was a light silver with maroon trim, and his model was listed as a Peerless, a model no longer around. He was smiling slightly in the picture, standing in front of his logo, which was a sword rising out of the ground into the sky. He appeared spry for his age though, not looking like a car who was almost a hundred years old by this point.
"You got all that?" Roger asked, making sure the files had uploaded properly.
"Bandit Squadron's current head is an ace called Rosso. He's no pushover, and has held his own in combat before." Roger sent over files on him and his squadron mates as well. They were all generally elites, having taken part in several dangerous missions in Iraq behind enemy lines, and had fought in some of the worst regions of the world since then, with a lot of Africa and Southeast Asia in the mix.
Miles - Tags: Shinn
"Mighty kind of you!" Miles replied gratefully. "I'll make it up to you, and don't worry... I'll be discreet. My bank puts discretion first and foremost after all." He smiled as Shinn couldn't understand the Portuguese options. "Of course... we have steak, beef stew, lamb, moqueca, which is like a fish stew served in a clay pot, uh..." He paused as a server came to take their drink orders. "A caipirinha for me please." Miles ordered with an eager smile. "Uh feijoada, that's like a pork stew, and you have your assorted fried bar snacks like palm hearts, cheeses, minced beefs, salted cod balls, shredded chicken, potato puree, etc, etc!" Miles declared, chuckling happily at the prospect of ordering real food and alcohol.
"Following so far?" the Rover asked, clearly in much better spirits now than he had been all day. He was thankful he had survived, and was counting his blessings now as they came up.
Blade - Tags: Doc
Blade hovered down in front of Doc, extended his landing gear as the car stopped, and came in for a landing, his rotors slowing now and gradually coming to a halt as he fixed him with a look. "I think... I think I have unresolved feelings I'm trying to work out. I don't want to carry a torch for my dead lover my whole life... I want to move on... be... happy again." he began, actually squirming as this was hard for him to explain. Sighing, he looked off to the side. "Da***t. I just... I dunno... I'm afraid I... I'm afraid I..." He kept stumbling over any attempt to say what he wanted to say, and sighed heavily once more.
"I dunno... I like that guy Otter... the one we traveled with... the blind jet. I know he's not like that and... well I dunno. He's a nice guy... much nicer than I expected from a former soldier. Call me stupid but... you know what? It's probably best if I don't... I don't even know to what extent I like him." Blade stated forcefully here, almost glaring at Doc. "I dunno if it's just... friendship or... there's something more... heck I don't even know if I want there to be something more..." He trailed off here, glad he'd gotten that out in the open, but unsure if Doc would judge him here... he braced for it all the same, and was unfortunately used to it by this point in life. Sure it was becoming more acceptable... but a lot still looked down on it... and despised it even.
Dusty - Tags: Shadow
"No idea what you just said." Dusty offered her a smile and shook his front. "I don't speak a word of Portuguese sadly. In fact, I don't really speak any other language aside from English." he stated with a degree of regret, though was still smiling. His eyes seemed to light up as she said she'd seen him race on TV. "Really?" he asked, propeller spinning a little here. "Oh! Believe me, races are SO much better to see in person!" he told her. "I mean the big ones can be difficult as you only see a part of the race, but we really do try to provide big screens in the stands so you can see everything. Heheh, yes I'm sure work has gotten in the way but wow... never knew you actually wanted to see my races in person!" He seemed happy with this, as if it had suddenly cheered him up.
"Well I'm sure if you can get the time off, you can make it to one. Just let me know! I'll get you in for free!" he said, smiling widely at her. "So... now that you're gassed and good to go... where to next?" he asked. "The beach? A hotel? A restaurant? What do you feel like doing?" he inquired, happy to go with whatever she wanted.
((OK everyone, I'm back on tour until Friday night, so posting will once again be slow! I'll try and post at least once a day though if I can!))
