Difference between revisions of "November 7 2014"
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**[[Ryan Torrington-Smith]] was on capcom | **[[Ryan Torrington-Smith]] was on capcom | ||
**[[Matthew MacDonald]] was on engineering | **[[Matthew MacDonald]] was on engineering | ||
Revision as of 21:33, 6 March 2015
Events
- Spencer Whitehead orchestrated the first terrorist mission since 2007.
- Patrick Melanson showed up. He ended up being a zombie.
- Director interviews happened
- Directors were chosen
- Benjamin Wilkins became Director of Resources
- Hannah Delion became Director of Training
- Ryan Torrington-Smith became Webmaster
- Simulator interviews happened
Mini Mission
- Habitat
- Spencer Whitehead was the Mission Commander
- Nathan Kelly was the pilot
- Hannah Delion was the engineer
- Maxim Billig was on capcom
- Benjamin Wilkins was on EECOM
- Mission Control
- Kaeden Seburn was the flight director
- Ryan Torrington-Smith was on capcom
- Matthew MacDonald was on engineering
- Simulators
Minimission logs
Disclamer: If you are offended by the contents of these logs, we apologize profusely, they are not intended to offend anyone (mostly)
Please note that these ARE NOT OFFICIAL IN ANY MANNER!!!
Do not edit these as these are the taken notes and they are not allowed to be changed by ANYONE
Captive's logs according to a document recovered from the wreckage of the hab:
07/11/14: (Director Hans) It truly has been a longer day than I imagined it would be. Alas, it seems that we have been hijacked by Russian terrorists. I mean, wow. What will they think of next? I returned to C and C to rescure the princes Caelia; however I don't see how any of us will survive.
Now only Wilkins and I remain. The spirits outside the Habitat whisper that Lt. Kelly is dead. I cannot say that I will mourn/regret his passing. Wilkins has built him self a shelter from blue mats and a floral umbrella (how decorative) and now cowers behind its feeble walls. I remain strong, with the princess by my side. Oh, well. We blew up. Lt. Kelly has just returned, or I myself have left the *scratched out and illegible words* realm of the living. This is the end. What great misfortune has befallen us this day. Farewell.
