Area 88 - Crimson Sands

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Area 88.

Few outside of the military know it exists, yet it attracts talented combat pilots from all over the world with promises of wealth.

Area 88. Where the claws of the desert winds reach up to claim the unwary

Welcome to the Asran international mercenary pilot base, and three years of combat service.

(( For background info and casting call, check out the ooc here Area 88 OOC ))

 

[RoneLith]

Veran let out a long sigh as he removed his helmet to exit his F-18 Hornet, another succesful mission another day without finding the pilot that could give him the fight of his life. Slowly the Deamon God climbed out of his air craft becomming once again Veran his demeanor setteling into that of a man at peace.

"Are you still with us?" One of his crew men asked. It was a question that they had always asked him when he returned from a mission and he gave the same answer each time.

"Yes, I am still here." The warm dessert sun greeted him as he took one last look at the sky, hoping his greatest fight would happen soon so he could leave this dust bowl either by dieing here or succeeding in killing the pilot that could challenge him. One way or another he would leave this place.