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~Official Imperial Democracy Communique'~

Greetings world. I, Ingram J Hasley am proud to announce that the formerly closed Imperial Cazelian Flight School has been rebuilt in Yarkai City, a much more enjoyable change of scenery.

The school boasts a bar, several resteraunts, living quarters, accomidation for upt to 200 Aircraft and much more. Foreign students are encouraged to use their spare time to explore Yarkai's pristine wilderness, which has been preserved for millions of years before civilization.

The ICFS only takes 5 students from each nation, and the fee is 10,000 dollars per semester, per student. Ages 15 to 30 for students, age 20 to 60 for instructors. The two primary aircraft flown are the F/A-12 Single Seat fighter and the F/A-11 Two seat fighter-bomber (Modified F-14).

Sincerely,
Ingram J Hasley
~Major General

Outskirts of Yarkai City

It was rather windy in Ingram's opinion that day. But it did not stop him from watching the beutiful Yarkai sunset. His red eyes traced across the sky, with it's dimming light. He slipped his hand into his right coat pocket and pulled out a pack of ciggaretes and a lighter; He opened the package and slid out one of the small sticks. He twirled it around his fingers for a secondbefore lighting it and sliding it into his mouth. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled the smoke from his lungs. Ingram had alot of time to think of his former lover, his old days at the original ICFS, his days at the IST...
He threw those thoughts out of his mind; He hated to remember his life's love being dragged away by the Londinians, he hated to remember the day he nearly lost his friends to the self procliamed dictator Cargill, he hated much of the memeories he had. His mind circulated them through his head like a hurricane. He stood there for another few minutes until he was interrupted by a familiar voice "Ingram, is everything alright?" His eyes widened more than ever before, his throat closed with a mix of fear and exitment I know that voice! He spun around as fast as he possibly could. But he saw nothing "Damnitt" He muttered under his breath as he began the walk home.

Sarine sighed "Why the fuck can't I tell him I'm alive..." She whispered to herself "I need to wait for the best time" She took a deep breath and rappelled back down the cliff...

OOC:
Here are character forms-

Instructor
Name:
Gender:
Nationality:
Spouse:
Species:
Age:
Weight:
Height:
IQ:
Previous Flying experience:
Military Rank:
Favored Aircraft:
Callsign:
Appearance:

Student
Name:
Gender:
Nationality:
Species:
Age:
Weight:
Height:
IQ:
Callsign:
Appearance:
Short Bio:

Existing Characters

Name: Ingram J Hasley
Gender: Male
Nationality: Cazelian
Species: Cazelian (Homo Cazelius)
Spouse: Sarah Watson (Greal)
Age: 27
Weight: 143 lbs
Height: 6'1
IQ: 176
Previous Flying experience: 14,000 hours
Military Rank: Major General (Marines), Flight Leader (Air Corps)
Favored Aircraft: F/A-11
Callsign: Screaming Eagle
Appearance: Red Eyes, ear level messy brown hair, Scar just to the left of the right eye, mechanical left arm, mechanical right leg

Name: Serilius Den'Ja
Gender: Male
Nationality: Cazelian
Species: Kal'Har
Age: 19
Weight: 182 lbs (Mostly muscle)
Height: 6'2
IQ: 139
Callsign: Cougar
Appearance: Chesnut eyes, dark orange fur, scar running down the arm.
Favoured Aircraft: F-5 Tiger

Name: Mary Portman
Gender: Female
Nationality: Cazelian
Spouse: John Arnold
Species: Cazelian
Age: 31
Weight: 140 lbs
Height: 5'11
IQ: 201
Previous Flying experience: 12,000 hours
Military Rank: Flight Leader
Favored Aircraft: F/A-12
Callsign: Stryker
Appearance: Shoulder length dark brown Hair, red eyes, IDMAC insignia tattooed on her back

Name: Tallea Kel'Ta
Gender: Female
Nationality: Cazelian
Species: Human
Age: 18
Weight: 128 lbs
Height: 5'10
IQ: 192
Callsign: Goldeneye
Appearance: Green eyes, chest length blonde hair, tanned skin

Name: Steven M. Preston
Gender: Male
Nationality: Prestonian
Spouse: none
Species: Human
Age: 24
Weight: 157lbs
Height: 6'2''
IQ: 183
Previous Flying experience: 2500 Hours in various fighters including F/A-15 Cardinal and F/A-16 Priest. 325 Hours in B-22 Sariel level bomber. 19 confirmed kills while in service with Imperial Cazelian Air Force
Military Rank: General
Favored Aircraft: F/A-15
Callsign: Demon
Appearance: Muscular, athletic build. Red hair in military-style fade haircut. Tattoo on left bicep.

Accepted. Welcome back Mr. Preston.

Student
Name: Biggs Jaeger
Gender: Male
Nationality: Gulach
Species: Homo Sapien
Age: 23
Weight: 187
Height: 6'4'
IQ: 124
Callsign: Fox
Appearance: Tall, muscular. Always wears a shirt, no matter what. A few scars, usually covered by the shirt.
Short Bio: Born in the city to affulent parents, parents were very strict, sending Biggs to boot camp from 6th to 12th grade. He left school for four years, dropping off the radar in a major Gulachian city. Spent most of his time tending bars, working out in gyms, getting in bar fight and acting like a vigilante.

Student
Name: Bryan D. Macker
Gender: Male
Nationality: Meg (Megalithon)
Species: Human
Age: 23
Weight: 190
Height: 6'3"
IQ: 182
Callsign: Neo
Appearance: Tall tanned skinned man, black hair, brown eyes. Usually has a light beard and mustache.
Short Bio: He was born in Spartanox, capital of Megalithon. He was good student in school and like to be with his friends. He then went to Megalithon Air Force academy right after a few years in college.

Both Accepted, welcome to the ICFS gentlemen.

Instructor
Name: John Arnold
Gender:Male
Nationality:Calizorinstani
Spouse:Mary Portman
Species:Human
Age:41
Weight:225 lbs
Height:6'3
IQ:257
Previous Flying experience:19,750 hours
Military Rank: General
Favored Aircraft: TF-71 "Shadowhawk"
Callsign:Reaper
Appearance: Strong, tall, handsome, muscles bulging, tall, regal, and brown hair, and blue eyes.

Instructor
Name: Michael Polera
Gender: Male
Nationality: Grestonian
Spouse: N/A
Species: Human
Age: 42
Weight: 134
Height: 5'11"
IQ:194
Previous Flying experience:
Military Rank: Air Leutenant
Favored Aircraft: F/A 12
Callsign: finch
Appearance: Dark tan/greyish rough face with scraggly black hair that comes 1/2 an inch above his eyebrows. Short and very thin but has strong arms and legs. Prefers to wear a leather brown jacket of his or a black suit and red tie. Sometimes he has a small peachy beard but usually is well shaved

Student
Name: Richard Henke
Gender: Male
Nationality: Grestonian
Species: Human
Age: 21
Weight: 120
Height: 6'1"
IQ: 183
Callsign: sparrow
Appearance: Young, bright white face with smooth skin. Light brown hair comes down to his eyebrows. Likes to wear dark blue jeans a black short sleeve shirt but enjoys uniforms and dressing up.
Short Bio: Richard's father was an Infantry Unit and fought the first battle in Easen when the terrorists struck first. He decided to join the Air Force because he though it would be safer and he could still kill the bastards that killed his father only from a higher view poin. He wanted to join now because he was hearing word that the Imperial Republic of Greston was going to attack a Nazist Region and he wanted to take part in that.

Accepted. Welcome to the ICFS.

OOC: The RP will begin once I get a few more people signed on.

Aircraft at the Base:

Caz'e Industries F/A-11 Imperiator
http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ac/f-14-dvic223.jpg
armaments: 30mm Cannon, 13,000 pounds of ordnance
powerplant: 2x Caz'e industries C-1000 afterburning turbofans, 35,000 pounds of thrust
Max speed: mach 2.6
wingspan: spread-64 feet, swept-38 feet
Empty weight: 52,000 pounds
loaded weight: 74,000 pounds
Length: 61 ft 9 in
Dry thrust: 15,000 lbf each
Thrust with afterburner: 27,800 lbf each
Combat radius: 500 nm
Ferry range: 1,600 nm
Rate of climb: 45,000 ft/min
Thrust/weight: 0.91
Crew: 2
Max takeoff weight: 72,900 lb
Note: The F/A-11 is a modified variant of the Grumman F-14

Caz'e Industries F/A-12 Iron Condor
http://www.mahq.net/mecha/macross/sdfmacross/vf-1a-fighter.jpg
Crew: 1
Length: 58 ft 7 in
Wingspan: 40 ft 2 in
Height: 15 ft 9 in
Wing area: 400 ft
Empty weight: 23,100 lb
Loaded weight: 35,140 lb
Max takeoff weight: 51,550 lb
Powerplant: 2× Caz'e industries afterburning turbofans
Maximum speed: Mach 1.8, 1,127 mph
Range: 430 mi combat Service ceiling: 50,000 ft
Rate of climb: 50,000 ft/min
Armament: Nine pylons – 2 wingtip, 4 underwing, and 3 fuselage
1x 20 mm M61 Vulcan internal Gatling gun with 578 rounds
number of vertical stabilizers: 2

Longsword Industries F/A-13 Eagle
http://files.turbosquid.com/Preview/Content_on_3_11_2005_13_47_12/vf1910.jpg810b51b6-02b0-46b0-a494-ca021ba17d51Large.jpg

The F/A-13 multi-role fighter was commissioned by the IDMAC in September 2005, and kept secret until March 2007. The fighter has two vertical stabilizers, but no horizontal stabilizers. It instead has two canards near the cockpit. The aircraft also has forward swept wings, which improves performance at high speeds. But what makes this aircraft truly unique is the ACTIVE technology, which allows the aircraft to land on short runways. The aircraft proved effective during the test flights and carrier landings.

Type: Multi-role fighter (Air superiority, Light Ground attack)
Length: 62 feet
Wingspan: 58 feet
Height: 16 feet
Propulsion: 2x Caz'e Industries afterburning turbofans
Empty Weight: 17,890 lbs
Normal Weight: 19,120 lbs
Maximum Take-Off Weight: 32,252 lbs
Normal Payload: 4,123 lbs
Maximum Payload: 5,721
Combat Range: 952 miles
Ferry Range: 2,392 miles
Operational Ceiling/Altitude: 50,000 feet
Maximum Altitude: 70,000 feet
Cruising Speed: 693 mph
Maximum Speed: Mach 1.9
Rate of Climb: 1,123 fps
Crew: 1 Pilot
Price: 68 million USD
Armament: 1x 30mm cannon (723 rounds), 14 hard points (4 internal, 2 wingtip, 4 each wing)

Name: Jessica Riddle
Gender: Female
Nationality: Greal
Species: Human
Age: 19
Weight: 150 lbs
Height: 6'1
IQ: 198
Callsign: Tiger
Appearance: Dark hair, black eyes, tanned a little
Short Bio: As the daughter of Will Riddle, the former Greal Minister of Foreign Affairs, she went to the best schools in Greal and was the top in her classes. Born in Womer, she has 2 brothers, one who is the current Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Name: Darren Shives
Gender: Male
Nationality: Angaorian
Species: Human
Age: 18
Weight: 185
Height: 6'3
IQ: 199
Callsign: Red Shadow
Appearance: Black Hair, Braids, Brown Skin
Short Bio: He Joined the army at 16 after graduating school early and he acquired his degree this year. He was Hand to Hand Combat specialist with Angaorian Army Special forces but decide to join the Angaorian Air Force from there he was sent to the ICFS. He is son of Bobby Shives a former football star.

All Accepted. Welcome to the ICFS and Cazelia.

OOC: Now we have enough people to start. Just post your char arriving

OOC: don't know if it's closed yet, but it's not, here's mine.

Student
Name: Captain Marcus Constantine
Gender: Male
Nationality: Uraralian
Species: Human
Age: 24
Weight: 160 lbs.
Height: 6 feet, 0 inches
IQ: 122
Callsign: Wildcard
Appearance: messy black hair, sharp, angular facial features, green eyes
Short Bio: Marcus Constantine was born in the small, rural town of Norika in southern Urarail, in the coastal plain district. He lived a rather normal life, the son of a local physician and a chef/restaurant owner. Due to his abnormal intelligence and tactial planning capability, he was accepted into the Imperial Military Academy at age 16. Captain Constantine was recruited into the Imperial Air Force of Urarail after graduating from the Imperial Military Academy at the early age of 19. He was immediately commisioned as a lieutenant and assigned to the newly formed Daedalus Squadron, as the Second Civil War began was raging on. Daedalus Squadron defected to the rebel forces a few days later, and both he and the squadron racked up an impressive record against the Royalist faction. He has since been promoted to Captain and has been given the command of the 14th Imperial Air Superiority Squadron, aka Olympus Squadron.

OOC: Just because the RP has started dosn't mean it's closed :D

IC:
Accepted. Welcome to Cazelia.

The ICFS, Yarkai City

Major General Ingram J Hasley stood proudly on Runway Whiskey Tango 12, in one hand a cliboard, and in the other a ball-point pen. He scanned the attendance thread for the first day of class, his eyes moving from left to right, making sure he missed no-one.
He noticed two foreigners who were familiar to him-Steven Preston and John Arnold.
He checked off the students on the list and walked over to the bar to enjoy a nice beer while he waited for his pupils and comrades.

"Well this is a nice city," Bryan said as he looked up at the buildings of Yarkai. He was in a cab and left the airport 30 minutes ago. Then a few more minutes of sight seeing, a building took his attention. It was the ICFS building. As the cab stopped in front of the building, Bryan took a deep breath..."Well this is it"

He took a step out and exited the cab. He headed for the front doors and walked in towards the fron desk. After signing in as a student, he went on to the room where he would meet Major General Ingram J Hasley. Finally he reached the room and saw three people already in there.

The People's Republic of The Ryou Black Islands will send to your school Two GTX-80s and ten Sango-12s (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=551916).

IC:

John walked into the doors of the ICFS and smiled, he had not been here in a long time, a long long time. He had been for a short while an instructor in a foreign nation's "Top Gun" program, but now he was back, and he approached Ingram and said "Hello, do you know where my wife is? I think she's supposed to be an instructor at the school?"

"Well this is a nice city," Bryan said as he looked up at the buildings of Yarkai. He was in a cab and left the airport 30 minutes ago. Then a few more minutes of sight seeing, a building took his attention. It was the ICFS building. As the cab stopped in front of the building, Bryan took a deep breath..."Well this is it"

He took a step out and exited the cab. He headed for the front doors and walked in towards the fron desk. After signing in as a student, he went on to the room where he would meet Major General Ingram J Hasley. Finally he reached the room and saw three people already in there.

Ingram was sitting at the bar sipping on a cold beer when Bryan walked in "First one here, kid" He said, not even looking at the student "The name's Ingram, Ingram Hasley, flight instructor. And you are?" He turned towards Bryan and extened his hand

IC:

John walked into the doors of the ICFS and smiled, he had not been here in a long time, a long long time. He had been for a short while an instructor in a foreign nation's "Top Gun" program, but now he was back, and he approached Ingram and said "Hello, do you know where my wife is? I think she's supposed to be an instructor at the school?"

"She on a routine flight around the feild. She'll be back in a couple minutes" He remarked "Your 15-year old daughter is in training, she'll be cleared by next week. Nice to see you too"

From The Dictator of Talentay:

I wish to personaly attend your classes! Although I am quit abit under the age limit. It is not a widly know fact but I am infact only 13. If this is acceptable here is my application:

Student
Name: Lord Ragan II
Gender: Male
Nationality: Talentian
Species: Human
Age: 13
Weight: 150 lb.
Height: 6 1
IQ: 139
Callsign: Webhawk
Appearance: Very tall and thin. Always wearing a black business suit and brown hair.
Short Bio: Lord Ragan II is a corrupt little dictator. He is constantly scheming to make more money and is always executing his advisory board members when they make a mistake!

Signed
The Dictator of Talentay
Lord Ragan II

Mmmm....Let me see. Okay, sure. But dogfighting isn't child's play. See you in Yarkai

Bryan shook the man's hand and replied, "Bryan Macker of Megalithon sir...Nice to meet you."

He led the boy to John "This is John Arnold, my wingman, he's Calizorinstani"

Darren arrived outside IFCS he grabbed his baggage out of the trunk of the taxi cab. He walked inside of the building he checked in the front desk and walked up to his room. He then left and walked to the bar and saw Ingram sitting there and said

"Hello sir Im Darren Shives" said Darren

Ingram shook his hand "It's always nice to have more company here at the ICFS. Please, take a seat"

"She on a routine flight around the feild. She'll be back in a couple minutes" He remarked "Your 15-year old daughter is in training, she'll be cleared by next week. Nice to see you too"

John said "What squadron is she going to? I don't suppose it'd be a hassle to get her to exchange with the 163rd Fighter Squadron based at March AB, who are now flying TF-71's, our newest stealth fighter do you? I'd like to see her before she leaves training.."

The midnight black Urarailian F-22's engines finished whining down as Captain Constantine brought his craft to a halt on the ICFS tarmac. After completing the landing procedures and paperwork, Captain Constantine, now wearing jeans, a plain gray shirt, and a black jacket adorned with the coat of arms of the Imperial Air Force and Olympus Squadron's logo, strode over to the nearby bar. He took a seat at the bar near a few other people who appeared to be pilots. After lighting a cigarette, he scrutinized the bar's menu without ordering, regarding the inside of the bar and the people in it.

"John, your daughter is coming here after graduating basic. She's your student at the time" Remarked Ingram, as a beautiful young woman in a G-Suit walked into the bar "Ingram, what's with the damned weather today..." She noticed John "Dad?" Ingram looked at her "Susan, you're already done with basic, exellent"
He turned and noticed another pilot "Hey, buddy! Drinks on me"

Jessica had left the airport a few minutes ago, she managed to find a cab that would take her to the ICFS. She was a little nervous, but like her father said, always stay calm.

Later, the cab arrived, she paid the cab and went inside the building of the ICFS.

Captain Constantine looked up at the man who had offered him a drink. He grinned, and said, "Now, that's never an offer to pass up. Name's Marcus Constantine, Urarail Imperial Air Force."

"John, your daughter is coming here after graduating basic. She's your student at the time" Remarked Ingram, as a beautiful young woman in a G-Suit walked into the bar "Ingram, what's with the damned weather today..." She noticed John "Dad?" Ingram looked at her "Susan, you're already done with basic, exellent"
He turned and noticed another pilot "Hey, buddy! Drinks on me"

John smiled, and he blinked rapidly, he had not seen his daughter for a long time, six years to be exact. He smiled and he gave her a hug and he said "I'm glad to see you hon, it's been a while. I've signed up as one of the instructors here.." He looked at a picture on the wall and he smiled "I got 22 kills in the F/A-11, while in the temporary service of the Cazelian Air Force.."

"Ingram J Hasley, IDMC" He replied, swallowing another shot of whiskey "I assume you're a new flight instructor here"

Susan huged her father "It's been a very long time dad"

Michael had arrived ten minutes earlier but had stayed outside in his rental car until he had enough courage to go inside. He walked into the massive building and tried hard not to show his immense amount of surprise and how impressed he was.

To make his first impression upon the folks in the ICFS he had worn his uniform. The same uniform, only with less pins and badges, that he had worn when flying over the forests of Shalrirorchia and the same uniform he had worn when combating the Nazist troops in Greston. Before he leaft he had it ironed tons of times and dusted it off from after it being in retirement for almost a year and a half.

Michael's eyes skimmed around the room until he saw where everyone had reluctantly decided to meet, the bar. Michael walked over and tipped his cap. The cap had a short black rim and on the fabric part there was a pin with an eagle on it with its wings facing down. It was sign of retirement from the Grestonian Air Force.

"Hello men very nice to meet you." Michael did a quick bow.

"I am Air Lt. Michael Polera of The Imperial Republic of Greston. I am assuming I am going to be a instructor. Else I wouldn't be here." mentioned Michael with a smile.

Michael took a seat in front of the rest of group, looked at what they were drinking and he decided to order a round of gin.

He gulped down the gin and watched as a young man with smooth, white skin who seemed to be from Greston walked into the great building. He walked over to the group and said in a childish, almost playful voice, "Hi guys! I am here to be the new best Grestonian Air Pilot."

That answered one question the boy surely was Grestonian but there was something about him. Michael had never seen him before but he felt like he did. The voice and the look seemed so familiar but Michael disgarded those thoughts and started to speak up.

"Wait, wait, wait. Son do you happen to live in Jast?"

"Nah, I lived in Easen."

"Well then have you ever met me before?"

"No sir, I don't think so."

"Oh."

Michael took a second round of gin.

"Nope. My country has decided to send me here as a student. Urarail's Air Force is the strongest military power in our region, but we are always looking to improve. So, the brass sent me here to see new techniques and styles that other nations are willing to share." Constantine took one last long drag on his cigarette before crushing it in an ashtray. After pausing, he said, "To tell you the truth, I feel like I should be over Belkaros right now. My country's at war with Kraven Corp. over that whole damn Belkan crisis, and I feel like I should be there on the front, but I frankly couldn't pass up this opportunity. Ingram J Hasley, IDMC, it's nice to make your acquittance."

Cruor City Air Force Base, Cruorem Insula (former Cazelian Yarkai)

"Well boys, it seems like the ole ICFS has reopened and as a show of good will to the Cazelians I'm sending you two there for a few months. Two Shuks just came in from Partum, the Cazelians have never seen aircraft that nice or deadly."

Airman Jack Oleka and Airman Esuk Dest saluted the their commanding officer and walked out on the airstrip to their waiting TF 70s. They took off one after the other and in less than a half hour they were landing at the flight school.

"Nope. My country has decided to send me here as a student. Urarail's Air Force is the strongest military power in our region, but we are always looking to improve. So, the brass sent me here to see new techniques and styles that other nations are willing to share." Constantine took one last long drag on his cigarette before crushing it in an ashtray. After pausing, he said, "To tell you the truth, I feel like I should be over Belkaros right now. My country's at war with Kraven Corp. over that whole damn Belkan crisis, and I feel like I should be there on the front, but I frankly couldn't pass up this opportunity. Ingram J Hasley, IDMC, it's nice to make your acquittance."

Ingram looked over at him for a breif second before turning his focus back on his drink "I was assigned to Belkaros, the President almost ordered me to sendmy division into there to help the Kraven. Unfortunantley, the Leocardians struck at Greal hard, four million men, so we sent all we could over there"

The two Doman aircraft were escorted by F/A-13 fighters as they entered Cazelian airspace. They followed standard landing procedures, using their thrust-vectoring engines to land at the shorter runways built for aircraft of their type. As the F/A-13 pilots exited their aircraft, they watched the magnificent Tyrandis-built aircraft land "Hey, are those the new planes from IAC?" Asked one of them

Airman Oleka stepped out.

"Yeah they are, though they can hardly be called new. The TF 71s just came out a month back. So what do you guys fly besides the F/A-13s?

OOC: I expect you're Aurum, so yeah

IC:
The pilot gestured for them to follow him "Primarialy F/A-12s, F/A-11s, AM-4s, mostly just Cazelian built here. We have a couple planes from IAC as well, fresh from the factories" He pointed to 15 'Shadowhawk' fighters lined up on the tarmac, painted in Londinian colors "Those babies are great fighters, can easily bring down a eurofighter. We intend to purchase more for the Air Corps and for Advanced fighter training, but these ones here are for adversary training" He looked at the planes with a smile on his face

OOC: oh yeah sorry, stupid puppet that I accidentally get logged into all the time.

"Ha, the Londinians haven't done anything to you guys in years and as far as I know they are too weak to do anything. You shouldn't worry so much."

"Hope for the best but prepare for the worst" He answered "You boys hungry? We've got a bar at the base"

John chuckled and he replied "I am proud to be your father. I wonder what your mother will think when she sees my TF-71...."

John chuckled and he replied "I am proud to be your father. I wonder what your mother will think when she sees my TF-71...."

Jessica went over to the bar looking for a flight instructor totell her what to do next.

Susan shrugged "In my opinion, the TF-71 is a plane of tyranny. The Doomani build theirs with slaves, dad. I protested their purchase, although Ingram here dosn't seem to remember the Doomani policy on the slave trade" She looked over at Ingram harshly, and he took another shot of whiskey "Chill out Susie, it's fine" She stomped over to him and struck him across the face "DON'T EVER CALL ME SUSIE!" She shouted, storming out the door and leaving Ingram sprawled across the floor with a black eye.

John approached Jessica, and said "I'm one of the instructors, John Arnold and may I ask who you are?"

John approached Jessica, and said "I'm one of the instructors, John Arnold and may I ask who you are?"

"I'm Jessica Riddle, I'm one of the flight students." said Jessica a little nervously.

"I'm Jessica Riddle, I'm one of the flight students." said Jessica a little nervously.

John smiled and he replied "Nice to meet you Jessica, the best person for you to talk to is Ingram Halsey. Now if you'll excuse me, I must find my daughter."

He stormed out of the building, and when he found his daughter he was livid and he said "Do you blame me for buying the TF-71s? They just happened to win the fly offs? I may have been the Chief of Staff, but President Macked was pressuring me to go through with it. Besides, the Marines needed a good F-18 replacement."

"Thanks." said Jessica, then she went off to find Ingram Hasley, she had seen him before on TV marrying the former Greal president.

Captain Constantine was thumbing though some notes he had on the TF-71. He paused as he lit up another cigarette, and then asked, to no one in particular, if these things were as wicked as they were supposed to be. "I mean, on paper, this looks great, but I love my F-22. Are these things as capable as they say they are?" He then resumed thumbing through schematic printouts that had a good bit of fairly messy black ink handwritting in the margins. He stopped what he was doing for a moment to check a newspaper lying on the bar for new on the "Belkan Crisis" as the press was calling it, and finding nothing of importance went back to reading schematics and smoking.

"You can never really be too sure, with all the advanced technology theres always a chance some things will be screwed up. For example, if you disable the limiters on the TF 70 you can perform some ridiculous maneuvers but you also have a big chance of crashing. The Tyrandisans never told us that when we bought them."

IC:

John paused after his little outburst of anger, and he said to Susan "I apologize for getting a little out of hand with the rant, you and I do share the Arnold anger.. I'm sorry.." He gave her a hug, and a kiss on the cheek and he said "Do you feel better now, let's come on back inside.."

Michael had arrived ten minutes earlier but had stayed outside in his rental car until he had enough courage to go inside. He walked into the massive building and tried hard not to show his immense amount of surprise and how impressed he was.

To make his first impression upon the folks in the ICFS he had worn his uniform. The same uniform, only with less pins and badges, that he had worn when flying over the forests of Shalrirorchia and the same uniform he had worn when combating the Nazist troops in Greston. Before he leaft he had it ironed tons of times and dusted it off from after it being in retirement for almost a year and a half.

Michael's eyes skimmed around the room until he saw where everyone had reluctantly decided to meet, the bar. Michael walked over and tipped his cap. The cap had a short black rim and on the fabric part there was a pin with an eagle on it with its wings facing down. It was sign of retirement from the Grestonian Air Force.

"Hello men very nice to meet you." Michael did a quick bow.

"I am Air Lt. Michael Polera of The Imperial Republic of Greston. I am assuming I am going to be a instructor. Else I wouldn't be here." mentioned Michael with a smile.

Michael took a seat in front of the rest of group, looked at what they were drinking and he decided to order a round of gin.

He gulped down the gin and watched as a young man with smooth, white skin who seemed to be from Greston walked into the great building. He walked over to the group and said in a childish, almost playful voice, "Hi guys! I am here to be the new best Grestonian Air Pilot."

That answered one question the boy surely was Grestonian but there was something about him. Michael had never seen him before but he felt like he did. The voice and the look seemed so familiar but Michael disgarded those thoughts and started to speak up.

"Wait, wait, wait. Son do you happen to live in Jast?"

"Nah, I lived in Easen."

"Well then have you ever met me before?"

"No sir, I don't think so."

"Oh."

Michael took a second round of gin.

OOC: Just in case you guys missed it. They are at the bar as well.

IC:

John paused after his little outburst of anger, and he said to Susan "I apologize for getting a little out of hand with the rant, you and I do share the Arnold anger.. I'm sorry.." He gave her a hug, and a kiss on the cheek and he said "Do you feel better now, let's come on back inside.."

"Yeah, I'm fine" She said "I'm sorry, I just hate the fucking slaver" She said with a hint of anger in her voice

"Yeah, I'm fine" She said "I'm sorry, I just hate the slaver" She said with a hint of anger in her voice

John replied, putting his arm around her shoulders "It's okay, and I'm sorry if I went over the top in my rant. I was just bugged, hey, would you like to go fly with me in that F/A-11 over there?" He pointed to a F/A-11 that's nose art said "Half-Blood Prince II"

"Thanks." said Jessica, then she went off to find Ingram Hasley, she had seen him before on TV marrying the former Greal president.

OOC: Cazelia, respond to this.

John replied, putting his arm around her shoulders "It's okay, and I'm sorry if I went over the top in my rant. I was just bugged, hey, would you like to go fly with me in that F/A-11 over there?" He pointed to a F/A-11 that's nose art said "Half-Blood Prince II"

She smiled "Sure dad, I'd love to"

"You can never really be too sure, with all the advanced technology theres always a chance some things will be screwed up. For example, if you disable the limiters on the TF 70 you can perform some ridiculous maneuvers but you also have a big chance of crashing. The Tyrandisans never told us that when we bought them."

"Don't judge a book by it's cover" Remarked the pilot "By the way, my name's Haverson. Karl Haverson"

"Thanks." said Jessica, then she went off to find Ingram Hasley, she had seen him before on TV marrying the former Greal president.

Ingram was at the bar, drinking whiskey. He slipped a cigarette out of it's pacage and lit it. He inhaled until he noticed Jessica "Hey, I'm Ingram Hasley. Who might you be?"

Ingram was at the bar, drinking whiskey. He slipped a cigarette out of it's pacage and lit it. He inhaled until he noticed Jessica "Hey, I'm Ingram Hasley. Who might you be?"

"I'm Jessica Riddle, and I'm one of the flight students." said Jessica.

Biggs Jaeger looked over from the bar where he was having a few celabratory drinks near all the applicants that didn't make the cut. He made a mental note to remember this Jessica Riddle person, and went back to sympathising with some of the Gulachians that didn't make it. Not that he had anything against Cazelians, Megalithons, or even Americans, but Biggs did like comforting all the other guys that didn't make it.

"Well Jessica, what brings you over to the bar so early?" asked Ingram.
"I was hoping that you could tell me what I'm supposed to be doing," replied Jessica, actually meaning it.
"You should probably talk to John Arnold about that." Ingram told her, taking a swig of wiskey, his arm letting out a squeek.
"Please sir, I just came from him... Oh," Jessica let out, noticing his black eye. "Maybe I should ask later."

"I'm Jessica Riddle, and I'm one of the flight students." said Jessica.

He shrugged "Former President's daugher?" He queried, gesturing for the bartender to get him another whiskey

Bryan decided to head for the bar and noticed Ingram. "So are these all of the students?" he asked.

He shrugged "Former President's daugher?" He queried, gesturing for the bartender to get him another whiskey

"Yes, and my brother is the current Foreign Minister." said Jessica

Michael had arrived ten minutes earlier but had stayed outside in his rental car until he had enough courage to go inside. He walked into the massive building and tried hard not to show his immense amount of surprise and how impressed he was.

To make his first impression upon the folks in the ICFS he had worn his uniform. The same uniform, only with less pins and badges, that he had worn when flying over the forests of Shalrirorchia and the same uniform he had worn when combating the Nazist troops in Greston. Before he leaft he had it ironed tons of times and dusted it off from after it being in retirement for almost a year and a half.

Michael's eyes skimmed around the room until he saw where everyone had reluctantly decided to meet, the bar. Michael walked over and tipped his cap. The cap had a short black rim and on the fabric part there was a pin with an eagle on it with its wings facing down. It was sign of retirement from the Grestonian Air Force.

"Hello men very nice to meet you." Michael did a quick bow.

"I am Air Lt. Michael Polera of The Imperial Republic of Greston. I am assuming I am going to be a instructor. Else I wouldn't be here." mentioned Michael with a smile.

Michael took a seat in front of the rest of group, looked at what they were drinking and he decided to order a round of gin.

He gulped down the gin and watched as a young man with smooth, white skin who seemed to be from Greston walked into the great building. He walked over to the group and said in a childish, almost playful voice, "Hi guys! I am here to be the new best Grestonian Air Pilot."

That answered one question the boy surely was Grestonian but there was something about him. Michael had never seen him before but he felt like he did. The voice and the look seemed so familiar but Michael disgarded those thoughts and started to speak up.

"Wait, wait, wait. Son do you happen to live in Jast?"

"Nah, I lived in Easen."

"Well then have you ever met me before?"

"No sir, I don't think so."

"Oh."

Michael took a second round of gin.

OOC: Are you just ignoring my characters? This is my second time bumping it.

OOC: I'll reply to it when I get home. I'm at school at the momenta dn all I can post is a short OOC. Sorry for the wait

She smiled "Sure dad, I'd love to"

John smiled as he climbed into the front seat of the F/A-11 "Half-Blood Prince II", and he said out loud "I wonder who decided to name this F/A-11 the Half Blood Prince II, the Half-Blood Prince I was my F/A-11, here at the school that your mom and I flew in together, before we started dating. I wonder if Ingram had anything to do with it. Hey!" He saw that his name was under the canopy, as "General John Arnold", and he flashed a grin to himself, and he strapped himself in, and then put his helmet on, and started the F/A-11...