|
|
Post by Winters on Jul 27, 2011 21:24:13 GMT -5
The north of the north, a Canadian occupied military base. Since the outbreak, its been used as a safe zone for the public. Anybody who dreams of escaping the outbreak for good seldom thinks about this place, as it hardly exists to the public. Helicopters come in and out of the base when the conditions are optimal, usually returning with food and supplies for those in need at the base.
|
|
|
|
Post by Rhinn on Mar 29, 2012 16:48:21 GMT -5
[Vick, John, and Maggie land at Alert Military Base in Canada]As the plane touched down, Maggie woke up, stretching out her muscles. She grabbed for her backup, checking it for rounds, then her sidearm and finally finishing up with her carbine. It was just habit now, checking all her weapons before the beginning of each stage of a mission. She’d probably check them again before they took off. The plane taxied to a hangar and as the engines shut down, the hatch was opened, and a staircase was rolled up. A blast of cold air hit Maggie and she zipped up her jacket and pulled on her gloves. She stood up and pulled on her pack, holstered her handguns and slung her rifle over her shoulder. Major Thompson got up and led the group towards the front hatch, where they would exit the jet. As he descended the stairs, his phone rang and he turned and walked off toward the front of the jet, leaving the group together at the bottom of the stairs. Looking around, Maggie spotted their transport to the ship and her jaw dropped at the site of it.  “Are you frackin’ serious? I don’t think that thing will clear the end of the runway, much less make it to a ship a couple of hours out. Can I just get back on the jet and sleep through this one?” Maggie’s voice was plaintiff, but carried no real threat of sitting out a mission. She continued over to the plane, pulling down on the lower wing. It didn’t move so she continued around to the front and checked the propeller and then the other wing. She ran her hand over the fuselage and then checked the steering vanes in the back. “Well it has been taken care of, I’ll give you that”, she muttered. Major Thompson hung up his phone and walked over. “There is a storm coming up on us here quick, so you are cleared for launch now. Nothing about the intel, including the location of the ship has changed, but we must launch now to miss the storm.” He motioned them to the plane. Maggie shook her hand and shrugged. “All aboard for the Tyrant Express. Wheels up in 10 minutes.” With that, Maggie entered the plane and turned left, heading up to the cockpit. The plane was larger than she expected, but when she got inside, she saw that two snowmobiles took up most of the room. Sitting in the captain’s chair, she began to go through the preflight checklist, turning on the power and then holding down the button to start the engine. It sputtered to life and then roared. Again her will, Maggie was impressed. The mechanics of the plane were hidden by the old exterior. She looked out the window at the Major and gave him a little mock salute. Thompson nodded and ran off to where his helo was waiting for him. At the sound of the door shutting, Maggie throttled up and pushed down on the left pedal, causing the plane to turn a bit to get around the jet. “Get set back there. We are heading out.”
|
|
|
|
Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 30, 2012 18:27:10 GMT -5
Vick picked up his gear and started to move it to the new transport. "You should have told me it was this cold." Setting down the gear and looked at Maggie. "I don't mind but chemical properties of these weapons change at sub-zero temperatures. Then again I should have known better. Too much time spent below the equator." Getting in he could actually feel the plane sink slightly as it took on his weight. "Peachy..."
|
|
|
|
Post by InsanityIsCool on Apr 2, 2012 7:34:13 GMT -5
when he saw the plane, john immediatly started to examine it. he wasn't supprised that they would be using this type of plane, he himself had used it while in the sasr during a covert arctic operation. the idea was that since it was a commercial plane, people wouldn't suspect it.
It was in very good condition despite the look of maltreatment. 'no doubt it's decrepit look was artificial to add to the deception.' john thought, looking over it.
he saw maggie do prechecks on it despite her comments, 'good head on her shoulders.' he thought. he scanned the plane, the ailerons, elevators and rudder looked okay, as did the propellor, the wings, the body and the tail assembly.
as he got into the plane he heard maggie, ""all aboard the tyrant express."", he smiled at that.
|
|
|
|
Post by Rhinn on Apr 4, 2012 15:58:02 GMT -5
Maggie has the plane lined up and got the okay from the tower to lift off. She gunned the throttle, feeling the airplane set off down the runway. It had power, but it was no where near as much as what she was used to flying. Still, it seemed to be in good order.
As the plane lifted up, she pressed the left ruder pedal and pulled the wheel left, banking the plane to the left and up, putting them on course to intercept the ship. She reached over and flipped one of the switches, her voice sounding off back in the passenger area.
"The storm is coming up faster, so I'm going to push it to get there quicker. It will be a bit bumpy. Barf towards the rear of the plane. Tyrant Airlines knows that you only have them as a choice and so we won't thank you for choosing us. If you see me jump out of the plane, you best follow."
|
|
|
|
Post by InsanityIsCool on Apr 12, 2012 19:49:05 GMT -5
John looked out through the window. it had been almost 6 months since he had last been in the arctic zone, he had participated in a specops mission based north of norway, slaughtering a pirate band that had been terrorising the north of norway and eluding its military.
he could see the approaching storm far in the distance, it was closing fast.
"Thank you captain, may we ask where the barf bags and parachutes are, parachutes for you and me and the barf bag for rusty over here."
|
|
|
|
Post by JazzBuddah on Apr 17, 2012 15:46:56 GMT -5
"Heh....funny stuff."
|
|
|
|
Post by InsanityIsCool on Apr 17, 2012 22:16:33 GMT -5
"a ton of personal flotation devices would suite you more rusty, seeing as you'le just go through the ice if you jump out." John joked, smiling.
"plus the barf bags would need to be motor oil certified."
|
|
|
|
Post by Rhinn on Apr 20, 2012 13:43:43 GMT -5
[Maggie, Vick and John leave the Airforce Base and enter the Artic Ocean]
|
|
