Nate
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Post by Nate on Feb 13, 2009 12:17:38 GMT -5
Phineus finds his seat, puts his things away and sits down as quickly as possible. There is definitely something wrong with the way he is moving as he stops to steady himself multiple times. "I'm uh,... I'm not feeling well. I'm going to sleep on the way there. Wake me up if you need to." With that, Phineus closes his eyes and tries to sleep. Trying to push the weak feeling from his mind and focus on something relaxing.
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Post by Dave on Feb 15, 2009 20:26:01 GMT -5
Seattle Metroplex Airport, Seattle Friday 4/11/70 14:16:23
Shaking his head several times to try and clear his mind, Nian seems to get over his difficulty quickly. Settling into his seat, the small man lets out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness we all got on without difficulty. Now its time to relax for a bit while we fly. He pulls out a small skinlink device and activates the contacts, dropping into an artificial world for a time. "Let me know if anything seems worrisome."
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Feb 16, 2009 0:13:10 GMT -5
Small Commuter Aircraft, Somewhere Over the Chicago Metroplex Friday 4/11/70 16:05:34
The plane shifts subtlely downward as the pilot begins his descent somewhere over Illinois. The flight had been turbulant as the jet stream pushed eastward with a vengeance and the dark clouds below foreboded of a run shrouded in torrential downpours of acidic rain.
As the plane dips below the cloudbank, the lights of the Chicago Metroplex are visible for a few shallow breaths before the twin engined commuter jet rocks violently to the left. Shouts of agony and screams of confusion from beyond the curtain seperating first class from economy can be heard over the roar of the turbo jet engines. The pilot's calls for the passengers to stay in their seats are cut short as a catastrophic explosion threatens to shake the very plane apart. Huge billows of black smoke are pouring out of the left engine and a trail of fire thirty meters long follow the aircraft.
Darks forms crawl along the fusalage--but what they are is hard to distinguish through the smoke, rain, and confusion.
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Post by Dave on Feb 16, 2009 4:52:50 GMT -5
Small Commuter Aircraft, Somewhere Over the Chicago Metroplex Friday 4/11/70 16:05:41
"Wha?" Nian fumbles with his seat buckle as he tries to get a better view out the window.
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Post by Deej on Feb 16, 2009 8:40:24 GMT -5
Small Commuter Aircraft, Somewhere Over the Chicago Metroplex Friday 4/11/70 16:05:39 Frank catches a glimpse of something out his window, and tries to get a better look. It's hard to see much out that window, so he also peeks around with his radar.
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Mar 27, 2009 13:54:16 GMT -5
Small Commuter Aircraft, Somewhere Over the Chicago Metroplex Friday 4/11/70 16:05:41
The metahuman ear is trained to phase out most background noise, but /this/ whir is so distinctive that even the wage slaves take notice. An elusive shape forms out of the jet's slipstream, an even darker shadow against the black storm clouds. Beams of light like tiny shooting stars slice their way through the smoky sky, penetrating the chitinous shells of the creatures on the wing of the aircraft and splattering goo against the small rectangular windows.
At that moment, the plane spins on its axis, the right side windows filling with a ghastly visage of the decaying Chicago metroplex. The aluminum and steel frame of the aircraft dips and begins hurtling towards the unforgiving ground, causing a new wave of screams of fear and angst to spill forth from the passengers behind. A blonde stewardess in a blue flight uniform tumbles past the curtain and slams into the wall outside the cabin door with a final resounding thud.
It seems like an eternity, the final nanoseconds dragging out so that every detail of the scene can be etched into the lining of your memory. At the last moment, the plane levels out considerably, before it slams into the ground and begins to skid sideways with an unearthly screech for half a kilometer. The remaining high octane jet fuel ignites upon impact, sending a fireball through the rear cabin, but the back of the plane is shorn away just as the flames lick at the back of the first class seats.
Then there is an eerie silence. Not because it is quiet, but because it is over. Cowboy wretches his dinner on the floor, but nothing can be heard. There is a serene realization that everyone is alive -- for now.
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Post by Deej on Apr 3, 2009 7:38:53 GMT -5
Small Commuter Aircraft Crash Site Friday 4/11/70 16:08:32
Frank shakes his head once more to clear it. Old habits die hard (or training rather); he quickly assesses his surroundings, unfastens his belt, and gets out of his seat. Most of my guns are in a shipping crate right now. Tanj. He walks over to the emergency exit, checks a nearby window to see if it's clear, then opens it. Forcefully.
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Nate
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Post by Nate on Apr 3, 2009 10:15:12 GMT -5
Small Commuter Aircraft Crash Site Friday 4/11/70 16:11:47
Even with his head reeling, Phineus gets up as fast as he can to assess the damage and look for any survivors. To the best of his ability he searches for anyone in need of his expertise. First though he check his companions to see there current state of health. "Is everyone alright?" Trying to blink away the ringing in his head and the fatigue still present in his body.
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Post by Dave on Apr 3, 2009 11:09:09 GMT -5
Small Commuter Aircraft Crash Site Friday 4/11/70 16:13:21
Taking a moment after standing back up to look around and regain his proper state of mind, Sublime Lion now assesses the situation. "I'm fine, but we should move quickly, if we can." He looks around a bit, and his eyes seem to refocus several times as he does so. Under his breath is a faint muttering sound. "Visions of spirit and song, feed me your wisdom."
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Apr 5, 2009 2:30:27 GMT -5
Small Commuter Aircraft Crash Site Friday 4/11/70 16:13:21
A twisted sheet of green metal lays a few meters from the gaping hole between the middle of business class and where the rest of the plane was attached only moments ago. Written on the sign is Exit 29B Dan Ryan Expressway 2 miles. Further down the interstate, a towering inferno lights up the cityscape as the downed commuter craft sends flames thirty meters into the air. The stewardess still has not moved, her unconcious form in a heap against the cockpit door which has still not opened. There is no sound of traffic or sirens as dusk begins to fall over the Chicago Metroplex.
Cowboy climbs out of the wreckage and is standing atop a rusted green Mitsubishi Nightsky when a faint buzzing sound is heard above the front section of the aircraft. A dark form, visible to Sublime Lion on the astral plane as a dual-natured being, flys from the northwest, diving down to grasp at the elf's muscular arms. Cowboy springs free of his first attacker, but the manuever places him into the waiting claws of the second creature which appeared only a nanosecond later. He begins to struggle, attempting to slide free of its grasp. The creature ascends, its wings buzzing as it struggles to lift the added weight back into the rose-colored sky. The first creature wraps its claws around his left leg and together they seem to have an easier time at containing him as they rise back into the crisp air.
Then, three more of the chitonous, man-sized creatures land fifteen meters behind the wreckage of the plane and begin to scrabble their way towards the twisted wreckage of the aircraft.
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Post by Deej on Apr 8, 2009 21:26:34 GMT -5
Small Commuter Aircraft Crash Site Friday 4/11/70 16:13:35
At the first sight of these...things...Frank ducks behind the closest empty seat or cover he can, (the first class seats) hikes up his pant legs, and pulls his pistols out of their hiding places.
As he brings them to bear, memories and adrenaline surge through him. "Okay you ублюдки, let's see how you like this!"
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Post by seantheyounger on Apr 9, 2009 21:22:35 GMT -5
Ares Dragon Helicopter, Somewhere Over the Chicago Metroplex Friday 4/11/70 16:04:22
Hahael checked the sensors of the helicopter after Icarus splattered the insect spirits, despite knowing full well that the AI could marshall the information from the systems faster than she could. "It looks like we're clear down here, Icarus; I'm going to swoop to the west and-" A distant explosion from above caught her attention, and she instinctively raised the nose of the cargo helicopter while glancing at the sensors. She listened with half her attention to the AI telling her about the small airliner while ascending rapidly. Spotting the spirits on the engines of the plane, she closed in as quickly as possible while setting up clear shots for her AI gunner.
Unfortunately, the insects managed to cause enough havok to down the plane. By that time, Hahael had a swarm of spirits to worry about...
Ares Dragon Helicopter, Above Small Commuter Aircraft Crash Site Friday 4/11/70 16:13:10 Hahael frowned as she surveyed the crash site from five hundred meters in the sky. Fortunately, it looked that there was at least four survivors, if what she saw through her infrared sights was correct. Unfortunately, one of those survivors had the misfortune of getting caught by some of the insect spirits, and three more were creeping up from behind. "Icarus, I'm going to take us down lower; take out those three bugs, and we'll see what we can do about that other guy."
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Apr 11, 2009 0:34:22 GMT -5
Ares Dragon Helicopter, Above Small Commuter Aircraft Crash Site Friday 4/11/70 16:13:10
The motors on the Vindicator Minigun spin once more, whirring the cylinders with a familiar sound. The spray of bullets from the gun isn't targeted, but it begins tearing up the pavement a meter behind the spirits and strafes over them, kicking black asphalt into the air. Two of the spirits open their wings and leap forward ten meters out of the burst, but the spirit on the right of the trio is slower and catches three bullets in the back of its hard shell. It doesn't appear to have any effect as the creature shakes off the wound and leaps forward to join its brothers.
Icarus screams over the Ares Dragon's commsystem like a sargeant at a new batch of recruits in bootcamp, "Do I have to tell you again! I said shoot the fraggin' roaches! Next time I say shoot, you better blow their goddamn carcasses all over the road!" The minigun whirs again as if to say "Yes Sir!" and the bullets continue to stream out of the six barrels.
Behind The Commuter Aircraft Crash Site Friday 4/11/70 16:13:10
Bzzzzzzz. The noise coming from the three spirits reminds you of the sound a housefly would make only magnified ten times as their wings open and begin to beat so fast they appear to be a blur. Their eyes only show a deadened hunger as they surge forward towards the three remaining survivers from the flight.
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Apr 20, 2009 0:39:02 GMT -5
Behind The Commuter Aircraft Crash Site Friday 4/11/70 16:13:10
The insectoid creatures close in on the gaping hole in the back of the plane, their mandibles gnashing together audibly as they approach. The bullets from Frank's weapon catches the creature in the thorax, bits of flesh and a green liquid spill out from the wound on the creatures unprotected neck.
The shadow above cranks out another burst of gunfire, the vindicator minigun blowing the middle roach into pea-sized chunks as the rounds tear through the shell and chitin. The shape continues to hover overhead, raining metal and death upon the insects.
The team's commlinks light up of their own accord, streaming old war audo clips that seem jumbled, mainly of what sounds like a drill instructor with explosions and gunfire in the background.
The two remaining creatures close the remaining meters by leaping into the air and coming down to claw and bite at the shadowrunners. One of them rips into Frank's left bicep, tearing at the tendons and drawing a nasty exposed gash in his arm. The second creature snaps at Phineus, who barely manages to dodge out of the way of the vicious creature.
Karl and Phineus seem to speed up significally as they realize the danger that faces them, but both appear to be sweating as they exert themselves to draw forth the limited ambient mana in the location.
Frank, takes a step backward into the plane and expertly unloads with both guns into the gaps in the shell of the creature, targeting its vital organs. It collapses onto the ground and as it dies it unleashes an unearthly scream.
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Post by Dave on Apr 21, 2009 0:51:32 GMT -5
Behind The Commuter Aircraft Crash Site Friday 4/11/70 16:13:12
Sublime Lion recovers from his shock while chanting low. "Green powers of the forest, speed my passage." His eyes become unfocused momentarily, and when they come back he seems far more highly-paced than before. Again chanting, his hands make short, swift movements practiced a thousand times. "Ancient flow of energy, divert your path to my call. Suffuse me with change. Wood Crushes Earth."
His limbs now seemingly imbued with energy, Sublime Lion rushes to Frank's side, slapping a stimulant patch on him. Grinning like he's having fun, the short man says "I'll bill you later" before facing the nearby insect, to intercept it should it get too close.
Friday 4/11/70 16:13:15 Seeing the last creature fall, Sublime Lion lowers his hands from the on-guard position. "Now for something a bit more comfortable." He concentrates for a moment and then intones "Heavenly wanderer, wrap my frail form in your might." As he finishes, a magical field of translucent scales wraps itself around the mage.
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