Earth Warriors (Undergoing Revision)

Chapter 87 - The Wastelands of Today

2 hours later. 

A time for celebration at hand. 

Sometime after the grand battle above the deep blue skies in the Pacific, the personnel at the base knew that something like isn't just a matter of a common event, it was a grand slam of epic proportions due to the number of pilots involved, as well as the number of fighters shot down by the Crusaders and the Warriors, a feat not replicated for a long while, and partially due to their one-in-a-kind type of plane, both Human and celestial. 

Thus, a neat celebration is thrown in an unusually quicker way than most expected in times like this. For their victory over the Zlocu and their Human lapdogs. A test of strength that many have passed with flying colors, and with a mix of every drink the staff could find as well, at least as far the ingredients allow it. 

The main venue is a mess hall where most of the raving takes place, with trap music playing at high volume, and the soldiers shouting and cheering like no tomorrow while the colorful lights illuminate every corner of the hall. Some are passed out on the floor while others do their best to keep themselves on their feet while still drinking as many bottles as they can find on every table available inside, even if it may risk a shortage for the base. 

When there's something aside from the drinks, there's obviously the food to be found, or at least the closest to it, whether it's a slice of pizza, some corn dogs made with homemade meat, or even some a frosty cream made out of yogurt, they still find the best methods to get the best experience as they can. 

On occasions like this, most would even think yet still not admit that the food is the best part of a party more than the booze itself,  since unless they were tampered with peculiar ingredients or even chemicals, they're less likely to make someone miss out the fun and can keep most of the consciousness alive and kicking to spend the best of times with the people around them.  Of course, some with the highest of bladders would beg to differ on those opinions if they are openly said, but one could keep their thoughts in check to prevent the worst of messes anyway. 

For the soldiers, there are the common sights of shirtless brick houses as well as leaner bricks too, with the occassional women who are tight in their own corner for certain reasons to avoid the men, in spite of the presence of guards nearby. But still, most are mostly concerned about how good the atmosphere is, and surely enough, most of the attention would focus on the winners of the battle of today, after all, they deserve the cheers for giving support in the best way possible to the core of the UEF. 

In the right corner, Jackson is holding a green can with his right hand as he observes the party that's going around him. He carries a purple sleeveless purple shirt reserved for a man like him. Years of training would do that to his big arms. As he relaxes, Su Hyon approaches him from behind with a tap, which makes him turn around to face him. From the looks of it, it seems that he's getting all the recovery he needs in a moment like this. 

"So, you enjoying this already, big partner?" Hyon asks, which makes Jackson chuckle for a bit as he leans to his right side like to allow some soldiers to pass through in whatever they can pick. 

"Me? Are you seriously asking me that?" Jackson then walks away from the table behind as he walks near the door on his left, with Hyon following him close behind. "Better ask that to the pilots over there, the ones who obliterated the Zlocans out of the sky.  They would surely be more receptive to the chit-chat." He points in the direction of the Crusaders, all taking photos with onlookers and even potential fans of them, as unlikely as that may be. 

"Hey, it's not about that, partner. It's just I want to know more about you Warriors guys yourselves. You too contributed to the victory, right?" Hyon asks with a grin on his face, while Jackson only answers with a brief shrug.