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Hijacked! (Open:MT/FT) IC

Postby Sierra Apathia » Sat Jul 04, 2009 12:02 pm

OOC: This one is open to every one, and since its my first time at RPing, lend a hand to the storyline. Its about a hijacked plane, but it managed to survive this one, without radio support whatsoever.

2008 Hours, Greenwich-KLZ International
John sat on his seat; caressing his hat, mumbling some numbers. "Look, I can say, Angelica Joline is much more hotter than Carmel Electro!" exclaimed the first officer, holding his coffee cup. "Yeah yeah (Exclaiming sarcastically). Just erm-- reevaluate the take-off checklist." Harry, the first officer, produced what appeared to be a checklist from his suitcase, and began flipping several switches, with John simultaneously addressing the control tower. Moments later, the tow truck led them to the longest runway, large enough for a Streamline C-770. "This is KZ113, we are on the runway, please advise." A few crackles and coughs later, the radio operator replied. "This is control. You are cleared for takeoff, please be advised, aircraft approaching at 5789ft bearing 260." John gave a nod to Harry, and the captain pushed forward on the throttle. "Cabin crew for takeoff" and Carling immediately stared at John, who was struggling. "Are you alright?" Assuring he's fine, John exclaimed 'V1', and he flipped switches on the overhead panel. The very first flight to Kaledo, and all was doing well.

2016 Hours, Economy Class
"So what are we gonna do in Norfolk? Hook up with some girls? get into a bar fight?" Said Rosenberg, while booting his laptop. The man next to him gave a slight grin, but turned to view the far-out window. "Just because I've got the window seat, doesn't mean you could ignore me. I'm sorry, jesus Hud, i didn't know you loved it so much!" A passenger in front of him turned back, and angrily shouted - Keep it down asshole! and she gave a stare at Hud. Hud gave her a familiar look, and he exclaimed 'Jenny!' and both of them smiled for a while. few minutes past, and the food was getting served, and Jenny went into a long conversation with Hud, Apparently forcing Rosenberg to move to her seat. "Remember the time you slipped on a banana in College, and you fell on Trisha!" Jenny and Hud Gave a good laugh at it, and he later settled down to his meal of Lamb Chops. College he thought. A place you can never forget.
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Postby Sierra Apathia » Sat Jul 04, 2009 12:03 pm

2032 Hours, Cockpit
"So, John, tell me, why didn't you fight back? Chicken?" Laughed Harry. "Well, it seemed Hudson didn't wanna give up. So i had to run, and besides, Jenny was gonna be mad at me." Harry gave a few grunts, and set off to the lavatory. John had been reminiscing for the past 20 minutes, and he seemed to forgot his usual flight path, the Gataway route. Maybe its time he set up his own route for others, that should get him a raise perhaps.Manning the controls, he veered off to the right, grazing too far inland. The Annoying Radio Operator called in again. "KZ113, you are off course, maintain directed Course or you will lose radio contact!" John picked up the Headset, but hesitated. He wondered. "This is Captain John Maverick; KZ113, we were directed to our current bearing due to war games. (Pausing, then continued)... With the AWACS instructing us to leave the zone and direct us to this route." He lied. "Roger, But we order you to clear the battle zone, and return back to the Course, over." John, reluctantly pausing throughout the transmission, lied, and stubbornly continued his flight path. After several minutes, the Intercom buzzed again, and John, in a rage, punched the Radio, With Harry staring at John, He asked. "Was it something i said?"
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Re: Strangled Bird (Open:FT)

Postby Trailers » Sat Jul 04, 2009 12:23 pm

OOC: This seems to be set in a MT era, but you have labeled it as FT? Clarification would be appreciated.
Lay coins upon our brows, sound the bells
We're paying our fare on the river to Hell
Drape our bloodied banner upon the funeral pyre
And tell our sons we died Hellenic soldiers, with our faces to the fire

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Re: Strangled Bird (Open:MT)

Postby Sierra Apathia » Sat Jul 04, 2009 12:32 pm

OOC: Changed it. Thanks for the pointer.
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Re: Strangled Bird (Open:FT)

Postby Sierra Apathia » Sat Jul 04, 2009 12:33 pm

2045 Hours, Business Class
"Seems Sierra Apathia is going down in environmental economy huh? The president cancelled his plans for a greener economy." said the suit, while stroking his goatee. The acquaintance next to him wasn't even interested. He was interested in World Domination, War, violence, genocide - "Would you like to have some bread sir?" Asked the Stewardess, holding a tray full of bread. Jeremiah stared at her breasts, and replied, "How about some buns, sweetie?" The stewardess gave a smile, before realizing his dirty joke. The stewardess left, with Jeremiah still staring at her physique. Suddenly, a young man emerged from the curtain, as if to block Jeremiah's view. Jared Gave her a sexy smile, and she even winked back. Returning to his seat, Jeremiah gave him a nasty look. "Damn it Jared, do you even have time to screw some girl while we have to do a you-know-what?" Both men beside Jared and Jeremiah looked interested. The Greener economy guy next to Jeremiah even gazed at him for a long period of time, before resuming his newspaper thing. "So when, now, or in a few hours? This flight's for 6 Hours, you know that? We could just wait." Said Jeremiah, relaxing. "Fool, that'll get us sleepy, and we need to be active, look, just proceed with plan A, and extract the Goods from the cargo hold. Then---" The Greener economy guy interrupted, "I'm trying to read, keep it down!" This led to a chain reaction of several passengers, eventually leading to a fight.

2102 Hours, Cockpit
"There's a commotion with in Business class, what should we do Captain?" John gazed at the stars up ahead, and then returned again, and replied-"Air Marshal. Where is he?" The steward replied, "we don't have any sir, not on this flight. We have however, a passenger with capabilities, His name is Jimmy H. Rosenberg. Should i- or you?" The Captain gave a nod, and proceeded out of the cabin. Before opening the door, John reluctantly looked back at the Young Aviator he is with. "Harry." he called. "Yes sir?" He responded swiftly. "You're in charge when i'm away. Keep the plane stable, alright?" His partner did not reply, assuming it was a rhetorical question. John opened the door, as if blinding him. "Seems to me that its you then. I'll stay in the Cockpit." exclaimed the Steward. What a hell of a flight he said.
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Re: Strangled Bird (Open:MT)

Postby Sierra Apathia » Sat Jul 04, 2009 12:49 pm

2113 Hours, Cockpit
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Paranoia engulfed Harry. All alone in the cockpit, He struggled to concentrate what was wrong. Five Minutes ago, everything was fine, but now, one after another, warning lights began flooding the cockpit. Amidst the Chaos however, Harry managed to make out several gunshots, and screams, and silence following that. "What's going on?" He called the crew. No reply, he immediately double-locked the cockpit door, entombing himself in. He panicked, and thought about his fears of hijack. He reached for the razor, but gave second thoughts. Needless to say, he was shaking, and lay still on the cabin floor, as if he had his wind knocked out of him. He had lain there for several minutes, razor in hand, before disposing it in the bin. He reached for the broken Radio. He forgot. The captain just broke it. He gazed at the beautiful night sky, and set off into the dark, cloudless night. He Whipped out his torch light, remembering his morse code training. He began flickering it on and off...
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Re: Strangled Bird (Open:MT)

Postby Weylara » Sat Jul 04, 2009 11:55 pm

OOC:Can I join? If so, how?
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Re: Strangled Bird (Open:MT)

Postby Sierra Apathia » Sun Jul 05, 2009 2:34 am

OOC: sure, why not? You can either join the crowd fighting in Business Class, or join the economy class. Anything, just make up a couple of people perhaps.

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Re: Strangled Bird (Open:MT/FT)

Postby Sierra Apathia » Sun Jul 05, 2009 3:17 am

43 Years into the future, 2056 AD, Area 13
Max ducked for cover as the security drones fired upon them. Both Alan and Max exchanged fire, neutralizing the drones. "More's coming. Lets go!" shouted Max, heading for the steel door. He reached for the keypad, and typed in - 666, and the door zoomed open, presenting a dark hallway. Max stepped in, then Alan, with the door entombing themselves. "This way." Pointed Alan, and they stepped into yet another dark room, this time with a podium. A reinforced glass toughened the machine, which was their objective. "Break it open. Silently." Whispered Alan. Max proceeded with the keypad, typing in the password on the console beneath them. The glass case opened, and Alan stepped in, and immediately left without Max. He stood there, motionless. "Don't worry." said a soft, voice.

A woman appeared out of the Shroud. She looked thin, and held a large orb-like solid in her hand. "I took out the time-driver. He's gonna end up in the prehistoric age. Perhaps." She continued to gradually come closer. "Wh-ho are you?" asked Max, in a anxious voice. Nervously, he aimed his Equinox Pistol at her. "No need for that. Im Tyra." She lent a hand to Max, and began to explain who she really was. "Cyborg huh. For Arbiter. So you're wanting this to end as well huh?" Tyra gave a hard nod, and she eventually bent down to replace the Time-driver. "So. 2009? or earlier?" Max proceeded to type in "2009", as well as date, time, latitude, longitude, and Altitude. "Guess that's a yes then. Will it work?"

Max assured Tyra It will work, and stepped into the sphere-like time Machine. He gave a last breath of air, and flipped the red switch on his right. "This ain't gonna be fun.." shouted Max, while a light blinded him.

2110 Hours, Back of the Plane
A strange light appeared around business class, as if it was a man on fire. A stewardess curiously followed it, until it went into the very back of the plane. Suddenly, a huge burst of light engulfed her, and she immediately imploded. Opposite her however, exploded. Max came into the Cabin, looking very sick. He vomited, and tried to gain ground. Hearing screams and gunshots, he was at the right time. He took his Equinox Pistol, and set off to the front of the Plane. After a few minutes however, he was lost. Where was he, on this prehistoric plane? Then, he felt the aircraft descend, and that Meant trouble for Tyra. A Loud crash ensued, and and thumping on the roof. "Ohh Damn. Of all the places to warp. The Roof!" Exclaimed Max.

Rosenberg, whom of course Max didn't realize it was himself, immediately shouted at him. "Hey what-t-f is wrong with you? Keep it down! Looking for trouble??" He shouted. "No, i'm from the future! I'm You!!" Max Said, as if he was interrogated. Rosenberg Punched him in the face, and took the equinox. Then, Captain John Appeared, calling Rosenberg. Blinded by Adrenaline, Rosenberg released the trigger, shooting the captain in the heart. John Spit blood, fell, and was motionless. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!"
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Postby Sierra Apathia » Sun Jul 05, 2009 6:35 am

Bump GODAMMIT!
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Postby Gehenna Tartarus » Sun Jul 05, 2009 6:39 am

Joe Carstairs was relaxing in his seat in First Class, wondering idly why he had chosen to fly by Sierra Apathia airlines. He was a stickler for keeping with what he knew, but his he was unable to get a flight on Tartarian Airlines to his destination, other than in economy, and he certainly was not going to slum it, so he had looked around and found the flight he was currently on. First impressions were good, so he settled back in his seat, half watching a movie that was playing on the screen before him.

From one of the other cabins, he heard what sounded like a fight. He instantly put it down to the ruffians in economy fighting over the frighteningly bad food they had been given. He was slightly alarmed when he realised the sounds were coming from closer than that. Slipping off his seat belt, he climbed out of his seat and headed off to see what was happening, anything had to be better than the movie.

Making his way with difficulty towards Business Class, Joe was horrified to see a full blown fight taking place. And he was even more distressed when he watched the pilot take a bullet. He stood for a minute wondering whether he should return to his seat and hope that someone took charge of the situation, not that he thought anyone would, as the fight had been allowed to get this bad and no one seemed to be doing anything.

It was not his place to interfere, but he could not sit back and wait for more people to get killed.

“What in the name of hell is going on here?” He asked as he made his way further into the cabin, grabbing hold of seats to keep him upright. He could not help feeling this is what happened when you allowed people to drink before boarding and then put them in a distressing situation. Despite moving closer he kept his distance not wanting to end up the way of the pilot.

* * * * *

Meanwhile in economy, Lucy Freeman was screaming in horror as she replayed the moment the air stewardess had disappeared and the strange man had appeared in a flash of light. She gripped the arms of the seat as the plane descended and screamed again as she heard the crash on the roof.

“We’re going to die!” The words were out of her mouth before she even knew what was happening. “The plane is going down! We’re going to crash!”


[ooc: I hope these are okay. If I might make a suggestion, I think you need to move things along a little slower. You’ve not really given enough time for people to introduce characters before you started the action. And when you do the action, you need to keep it steadily paced so that people can react to the stuff going on.]
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Postby Sierra Apathia » Sun Jul 05, 2009 4:23 pm

OOC: sure thing. I will introduce them now then, by OOC.

This is set in the MT era, where a group of people attempt to halt a plane hijack. But it takes them more then that. The hijackers are from the future, and they attempt to eliminate first officer Harry, who is unaware he will father the leader of the government in the future, which he had helped stopped the Corporate War. The story takes a turn, when everything goes out of control, and a fight ensues at 30,000 ft. The Main characters are Harry, Rosenberg, Hud, Max, Jeremiah and Jared. Tyra remains a second-role, because of her late arrival.

Harry is the First Protagonist. He is the lead role, and plays a significant part in fathering the president in the future war.
John, who hates Hud because of a past time memory, is the captain, and he changed the storyline dramatically. Without Future Interference, the Flight of KZ 113 actually had a broken radio, but not an attempted hijack.
Jeremiah - CEO Of the Arbiter Corporation, He is responsible for the war.
Max - CEO of the Nexus Corporation.
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Re: Hijacked! (Open:MT/FT) IC

Postby Weylara » Sun Jul 05, 2009 5:07 pm

In Business Class, Argus N'diri gripped his armrests tightly. Stray bullets flew all around him, and a punch-up was taking place further up the aisle. He fumbled with his seatbelt, and was grabbed by an ugly, broad man with an ugly gun to match, and thrown into the aisle.

Argus blacked out for a second. When he came to, he was being dragged to the toilets and pushed against a wall. The gun was stuck in his face. "Well, well," sneered the man, "a little mouse?" He laughed. "Any cash-cash, little mouse?" Argus shook his head and got a slap for his trouble.

"Where's your cash-cash, mouse?," snarled the unsightly individual. Argus kneed him, with little effect. "Right, mouse," the giant announced, "time for a dunking!" Argus was pushed inside the toilet, and as the giant rolled up his sleeves, Argus made his move. He jumped upward and held himself up between the walls of the narrow space, above the giant, who looked up from his sleeves to find him gone.

5 minutes later

After he'd finished getting his own back, Argus let the giant have some fresh air, and stepped out of the toilet. The fight continued, and a bullet narrowly missed him. Argus pressed himself against the wall and fired off a blind shot, which embedded itself in a chair next to a belligerent trio of men. They all turned around and chased him into Economy Class. Bullets kicked up dust near Argus' heels, and he dived into a row of seats.

The three men rushed past, but one of them stopped, aimed at the kneeling Argus, and fired. Argus stood up at the same moment, and the bullet creased his side. Holding the wound, Argus brought his own gun around and fired. The man dropped with a neat red hole between his eyes.

The other two turned and stared in disbelief. "That's right," panted Argus, "I'm not just another face." He picked up the other man's gun and fired both, and both bullets found their marks. Argus N'diri stood there for a moment, and then he was clubbed down from behind.

"Wake up, good sir."

"Wake."

"Wake," commanded a voice. Argus woke to a slap. "What...."

Another slap. "You killed three men out there." Argus' vision was still blurry. "Nearly one in the other toilet."

Argus blinked, then looked around.

He was in the toilet. A woman knelt before him, twirling a knife in her hand. "Who are you?"

"I'm your doom," chuckled Argus. "Fear me." Might as well go out with a fight.

Smack! "This was supposed to go off without a hitch," said the woman coldly. "How did you find out?"

Angus spat. SMACK! "Ever heard of holidays? Vacations?"

SMACK!! Argus coughed. His face was bleeding. "I was just taking some R&R."

"I don't believe that," laughed the woman, "but since you're obviously not going to talk, I'll just leave you to chill out." She left, and closed the door, bashing it in to keep anyone from getting in. It was only now that Argus discovered he was tied up on the toilet.

"God." He sighed. "Help?"

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Postby Sierra Apathia » Mon Jul 06, 2009 4:21 am

2128 Hours, Business Class
Max went through the aisles, and seeing the situation clear, he called the stewardess. "Everything Fine?" he asked. She nodded coldly. She had beautiful eyes, and had an amazing aroma around her. Max looked at her and smiled. Not turning back, he decided to talk to the other people to see if president Harry was alright. "Correction." he said. "Mr.Harry" he called out. Looking around, he searched for the man in charge. Fearing dead, he searched the lavatory, the place to keep bodies. Inside, He was met by a pale man, whom was tied to the handle. "e'llo there. Mind you untie me?" Max hesitated, then asked. "Do you know any passenger by the name of Harry Singleton??"

2130 Hours, Economy Class
Dammit Rosenberg, why the fuck did you shoot the captain for? Just because he lost to me in that fight, i'm not that much of a bully!" Shouted Hud, giving Rosenberg a scary look. All three stared at the captain, who lain there motionless. The trio gave their eulogies on the now-Stable Flight, and resumed to their seats. What a whole lot of shit he has been in...

2145 Hours, Stairwell To First Class
"So Argus huh? nice name, and uhh, i once met a guy name Angus Old, he's an Austrian Sitar Player. Kinda a weird guy actually." Laughed Max. Both proceeded up the stairs, talking about their life. Then, out of nowhere, Max heard crackles. "This is first officer Harry Singleton. as of now, i have received confirmation that the an attempted hijack of the plain failed. As of now, we are.." The first officer was interrupted by the crashing of the door behind him. "Presid- I mean pilot, you are in grave danger!" called out Max. Alarmed by the surprise, Harry bumped into the 'Manual Override Button' and the Plane took a toll. Its swept-wings meant it could only fly by computers, were wobbling all over the sky like a bird on Fire. The Plane shook violently, and egressed feet-wet into the god-forsaken ocean.
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2128 Hours, Business Class
Kitty hid herself in the mass of people, whom were receiving medical attention. Then, she stumbled upon max, which she recognizes, but he doesn't. "Everything fine?" he asked. Kitty didn't want to get his attention, so she nodded instead. Then, Max Smiled. She felt love at first sight in her heart, but coldly turned back. She had just escaped conviction! After all, she was the chosen one to kill the president, not the assholes who attempted to hijack the fucking plane. After all (Again), she was the only one smart enough to plan this for weeks, and come up with the idea of going back further in time to make the plane swept wing, and another in having sex with the maker of the plane, just so she could persuade him to make an "Override Manual Button". She laughed coldly, and held on to a seat as the plane made a dive into the ocean..

2158 Hours, ROOF!!
Tyra held on as tight as she could, but the plane speed meant she could barely hold on. To gain a better grip, the female cyborg took out a gun, and attempted to lodge herself in to save the president. Misfiring at the engines, and several other objects caused the plane to strangely reduce speed, but meant she had to hold on again. Tyra swore at her lack of aiming.

2201 Hours, Cockpit
Maintaining at least a good altitude, Max managed to keep the plane level, and boosted the engines as hard as he can. Warning lights lit the cockpit, and they all were engulfed in a sea of red. "Shit- Engine one and three are losing thrust. Its as if a cyborg shot the engines out of nowhere!" Exclaimed Harry. Max looked up :eyebrow: and sarcastically assured Harry that he's all right. "Goddamn Cyborgs. Wish Tyra didn't follow him.." He thought.
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Harry looked astonished.
Harry: "Im the pres of SA, in the future??"
Max: "Yeah."
Argus: "Couldn't you just elect another president??"
Max: "All the candidates were dead! We can't just elect dead men and let them run office. so we allowed max, who was a janitor at the time, to take control?"
Harry: "WTF? Janitor??"
Max: "You'll get fired tomorrow at noon. And uhh, on the morning 7th January of 2011, don't spill the coffee on your nuts. Your son will have Tourette's syndrome."
Argus: "You can get Tourette's from hot stuff?? What's next, aids from yourself!??"
Max gave a nod.
Argus: "Whoah!"
Harry: "Is this advisable?" - Harry showed a Viagra pill.
Max: "Owh and uhh, your wife will get herpes from the hooker your gonna screw tonight with that Viagra."
Harry Gasped. It wasn't the Viagra, but the fact that a naked lady was on the windshield.
Harry got so shocked that the Viagra pill slipped into Argus's Mouth, and Argus immediately went erect.
Argus: "This is good stuff man. Look!!"
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Postby Weylara » Mon Jul 06, 2009 4:34 pm

The Toilet

Argus hurried into the toilet, carefully stepping over the giant's prone body, and sat on the toilet seat. He breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled off some toilet paper....

The Cockpit

With his lower floor problems under control, Argus stuck a gun in the back of his jeans and hurried back to the cockpit. At that moment a violent shudder from the plane pushed him into a crouching position, with one hand on the door frame. Argus stood back up and settled into the front seat to enjoy the view.

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Postby Sierra Apathia » Tue Jul 07, 2009 7:55 am

2213 Hours, Cockpit
Since Argus was away, They both wondered where Tyra had gone. Suddenly, another crash. Max wanted to check outside, however, there was a hole in the right side of the plane, which was sealed by Tyra. "Im alright, just keep going!" said Tyra, will sealing the hole. "Just step on it and land!" while she felt a sharp object whack her metal spine.

2221 Hours, Cockpit
"Alright, we need to land now, and we're in the middle of the fucking ocean." said Max, in a violent manner. Harry also explained his Radio Problem, which was destroyed. "Hmm, Can you detach it?" Asked Max. Several moments later, he proceeded down to find a electronics expert. He then stumbled across Kitty, which was holding a gun. He smiled absent-mindedly, even when she aimed the gun at him. He walked past the blood-littered Business-class cabin, as if nothing happened. In late response, Max dropped the radio, which actually repaired it. Kitty proceeded upstairs... to fulfill her final mission.

When she went up the stairs, she encountered a naked woman, whom was sealing a hole in the cabin. Ignoring, She approached the cockpit, opened it, and saw two men. She immediately drew her gun, and opened fire on Argus, mistaken for Harry. She ignored it however, as she could not locate Harry, due to his young age. "Are you Harry?" while pointing the gun at Harry. However, just as she was about to fire, she was tackled from behind, and was cuffed. "That serves you right" said max, while locking her wrists. Argus felt a sharp pain in his back, and Harry immediately closed the door, sealing them in. "I will pilot the plane" said max, whom already adjusted the radio from the fall of the radio. A few Crackles later, he heard a voice over the radio. "Yeah, my mom died that day, as well as my dog. If you're still hearing this, then i will explain what happened on the day i got my own car.." said the Radio-operator, while still talking for hours and hours on the radio. "This is KZ 113, mayday mayday, we have an attempted hijack on board!"

"But wait! i want to tell you how i once brought a hooker into the car..." said the radio-operator, sounding very sad.
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Postby Sierra Apathia » Thu Jul 09, 2009 7:04 am

2230 Hours, Over Delacruz
The plane was in heavy damage, as Tyra got sucked out, leaving the business classes and the others sucked out. However, The warning given by Harry in an announcement stemmed the loss of human lives, as his advice were only - "Buckle up, seal the stairs!" the plane wobbled hard, and the plane slowed down and decreased its altitude, until they reached a point where no one needed to buckle up anymore. They were virtually gliding in the air. Moving swiftly, Harry was nervous as they landed hardly on the tarmac. Landing at a bullet-ridden airport, what was wrong with them? But, amazingly, the forward-swept C770 managed to gain a footing, and moments later, paramedics and fire crew rushed to the plane.

"Kitty, all right?" said max, while carrying Kitty out of the cockpit. Harry sighed, and prepared for his firing. "Don't look sad. You're gonna be flying again next week. I was cranky up there, result of Fireflies in my body." Said Max. Harry was delighted, but Angus asked him what did he meant by fireflies. "It's what you get from flying with a Cyborg, a Weylaran, a terrorist, and a future leader in hostage situation" smiled Max. "Happens all the time?" asked Harry. "Yeap, it does!" said Max, with tons of policemen evacuating the passengers.
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Corrupt Dictatorship

Re: Hijacked! (Open:MT/FT) IC

Postby Weylara » Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:43 pm

Argus hid in a storage cupboard, thinking about life in general. He peeked out whenever someone passed to see if they had a gun, but he otherwise stayed inside.


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