Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Jun 10, 2009 19:00:19 GMT -5
Ares Dragonhawk Helicopter "Icarus"
Friday 4/11/70 17:51:15
The Dragonhawk effortlessly glides through the Chicago skyline as the sun begins to dip into the western horizon. Icarus has hijacked the helicopter's comm system and is playing an archaeic song that no one can quite place in the right time period.
"...Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die ..."
He turns the helicopter north after ten minutes and settles down onto the roof of a five story brick building surrounded by barbed wire and burned out vehicles. The blocks surrounding the building appear desolate and deserted. Alicia quickly slides out of the cockpit and onto the roof, walking casually towards a large fuel tank as if she has done it a thousand times before. She drags a long hose over to the helicopter and whistles the tune of the song that was playing moments ago.
"...Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand to hand
Men who fight by night and day..."
The entire refueling process takes thirty uneventful minutes at which point Alicia rolls the house back up and climbs back onboard the helicopter. As if on que, the blades whirl back to life, and the helicopter dips back into the chilly air. Once airborne, it only takes a few minutes before the helicopter is over Lake Michigan and not long after that before the city of Holland can be seen across the lake under a hazy sky.
Icarus disappears for a few moments, leaving the airwaves silent, at which point Phineus has recovered enough to perform the necessary first aid on the injured team members. The militaristic artificial intellgience then returns to report that he gained permission to land the helicopter from the small commuter airport.
Once on the ground, Icarus buzzes from node to node until he has found a suitable vehicle, at which point he slips into it and starts the engine. He slaves the vehicles controls and pulls it up infront of the helicopter, opening all four doors simultaneously for the runners. The car is an older model Nissan, painted forest green and rusting slightly from the heavy acid rain that pours on this side of the lake. He zips quickly into traffic once everyone is buckled in, allowing Alicia to take control once she is comfortable.
The Hotel Edmonton is an eight-story building lined with balconies and green-tinted glass windows. The place is aces, and a valet is waiting to take the Nissan as you arrive at the front entrance. Icarus has other plans and once everyone is standing on the curb with their luggage, he speeds off out of sight before the valet, an overweight orc with a small metal nametag that says "Greg" can get within ten feet. The small amount of gear that you have with you is quickly ushered inside by a bellhop, and although you have seen better days, no one asks questions when you present your reservations.
A small tip to the bellhop ensures good service, and Phineus taps a couple of keys on his commlink to send the courteous lad ten nuyen. The room is spacious, featuring two queen-sized beds, a couch, a working trideo with all the softcore elf-porn you could want, a mini-fridge stocked with expensive, yet non-soy food, and an expansive view of Lake Michigan.
On the nightstand is a card, etched with silver ink that says to meet downstairs at the lounge at 11:15pm. It does not give a name.
Friday 4/11/70 17:51:15
The Dragonhawk effortlessly glides through the Chicago skyline as the sun begins to dip into the western horizon. Icarus has hijacked the helicopter's comm system and is playing an archaeic song that no one can quite place in the right time period.
"...Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die ..."
He turns the helicopter north after ten minutes and settles down onto the roof of a five story brick building surrounded by barbed wire and burned out vehicles. The blocks surrounding the building appear desolate and deserted. Alicia quickly slides out of the cockpit and onto the roof, walking casually towards a large fuel tank as if she has done it a thousand times before. She drags a long hose over to the helicopter and whistles the tune of the song that was playing moments ago.
"...Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand to hand
Men who fight by night and day..."
The entire refueling process takes thirty uneventful minutes at which point Alicia rolls the house back up and climbs back onboard the helicopter. As if on que, the blades whirl back to life, and the helicopter dips back into the chilly air. Once airborne, it only takes a few minutes before the helicopter is over Lake Michigan and not long after that before the city of Holland can be seen across the lake under a hazy sky.
Icarus disappears for a few moments, leaving the airwaves silent, at which point Phineus has recovered enough to perform the necessary first aid on the injured team members. The militaristic artificial intellgience then returns to report that he gained permission to land the helicopter from the small commuter airport.
Once on the ground, Icarus buzzes from node to node until he has found a suitable vehicle, at which point he slips into it and starts the engine. He slaves the vehicles controls and pulls it up infront of the helicopter, opening all four doors simultaneously for the runners. The car is an older model Nissan, painted forest green and rusting slightly from the heavy acid rain that pours on this side of the lake. He zips quickly into traffic once everyone is buckled in, allowing Alicia to take control once she is comfortable.
The Hotel Edmonton is an eight-story building lined with balconies and green-tinted glass windows. The place is aces, and a valet is waiting to take the Nissan as you arrive at the front entrance. Icarus has other plans and once everyone is standing on the curb with their luggage, he speeds off out of sight before the valet, an overweight orc with a small metal nametag that says "Greg" can get within ten feet. The small amount of gear that you have with you is quickly ushered inside by a bellhop, and although you have seen better days, no one asks questions when you present your reservations.
A small tip to the bellhop ensures good service, and Phineus taps a couple of keys on his commlink to send the courteous lad ten nuyen. The room is spacious, featuring two queen-sized beds, a couch, a working trideo with all the softcore elf-porn you could want, a mini-fridge stocked with expensive, yet non-soy food, and an expansive view of Lake Michigan.
On the nightstand is a card, etched with silver ink that says to meet downstairs at the lounge at 11:15pm. It does not give a name.