MPC: 49A Mercy Flight
Apr 4, 2018 3:19:26 GMT
Post by Cross on Apr 4, 2018 3:19:26 GMT
MPC Number: 49A
MPC Name: And Now, For Something Completely Different
Reward requested: Bits or surprise me? I'm new at this.
The Adriatic Sea spooled beneath them lit by the sunset like a carpet of cerulean silk the waves calm today and only broken by the small dotting of islands giving the illusion of peace. The same could not be said of the sky as too the far east a wall of clouds rolled in churning up the waves into choppier white tips. A towering wall of thundering gray broken only by distant flashes of lightning within its depths swooped down upon the calm like a hawk. A violent and certain to be brutal storm.
And the Bastion, a small modified two seater Biplane of the United States Air-medical Service’s was heading straight for it at break-neck speed its tail fin being peppered with bullets by Sea Plane Pirates as it looped through an evasive maneuver.
“WE’RE NOT HEADING IN THERE!” Cloak yelled from his seat behind Cassandra, the Kotemon’s small form and the woman’s own petite build having allowed for the tiny navigation chair to be installed behind the pilots for the digimon Navigator. Refusing to answer the Cassandra shoved hard down on the yoke dropping the plane into a dangerous nose dive that left them skimming just above the waves as their rear gunner returned fire.
“WE’RE NOT GOING IN WHERE!?” Dagger yelled out having only caught the stray word here or there of his twins outcry of alarm as he worked to bring down their pursuers.
“THERE! THE CLOUD OF IMMINENT DEATH LOOMING IN FRONT OF US! CASSANDRA THIS IS INSANITY I’LL FIND US ANOTHER ROUTE WE CAN HIDE IN THE ISLANDS! WE’LL ONLY LOSE A DAY!” Cloak argued unwilling to risk his Tamer and Twin in the face of what he was sure was certain death or defeat no matter how desperate Cassandra was.
“Cloud of imminent death?” Dagger muttered to himself risking a glance over his shoulder only to let out a yipe of alarm at what he saw. “BY ALL THE DIGITAL GODS!” He cussed before a volley of bullets peppered their side just barely missing the fuel canister and themselves in his distraction. Leaving the Zubamon to turn his goggled eyes back to the fight as he fired the rear mounted gun sending one of the pirates spiraling from the sky with a broken wing strut.
“CASSANDRA TURN! TURN! THAT THING WILL KILL US!” He yelled out always one for being the Hero, but unwilling to risk their Chosen to death by nature. “CASSANDRA!” The Digimon screamed voice kicking up an octave in his worry at his Partner’s lack of response.
“No.” The Pilot, but more importantly Medic ground out between her teeth eyes narrowed in concentration as she ducked, dove, and weaved. “No we are not turning back! We do not have a day!” She snapped back eyes aflame and jaw set in a stubborn and determined line beneath her scarf as she urged the plane forward. She hadn’t lived through the hell of World War I as a field medic to be beaten now.
“Cassandra…Captain they won’t blame you. They couldn’t have known about the pirates or the storm. No one will blame us.” Cloak spoke voice gentling as he leaned forward to speak rapidly in his Tamer’s ear.
“NO.” She growled out once more in a tone that brooked no argument as she pulled the yoke back urging the plane up, up, up as high above the storm as it’s straining wings could take it, their pursuers on their tail like hunting dogs upon a deer as they smelled blood and desperation.
“NO~” She continued voice strained from the pressure as frost began to form at the edge of their goggles in the rapidly thinning air. They hadn’t planned to fly this high. They didn’t have the air tanks or masks for this maneuver. “WE. ARE. ON. A. MERCY. FLIGHT. “ She ground out keeping half an ear attuned for the sound of glass lest one of the lifesaving vials of medicine strapped just beneath her own seat broke. She had stuffed as many as she could carry into the padding of her flight jacket, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough when children were on the line.
“We have to fly tonight!” She gasped out as her breath thinned and she turned the plane and did the unthinkable to escape their pursuers. Letting the little bi-plane with frost upon its wings slip into the storm as the pirates circled above them whispering of impossible things. Of death at a storms teeth. For not one dared follow.
The Bastion though would not go quietly into that good night as the wings shook from the pressure of the gale. The plane vibrating with almost the same frequency as the teams teeth as the bitter cold bit into any exposed skin like knives. An updraft was quick to snatch the little trio up in its grip raising the plane high as lightning blinded them flashing so close it sizzled to fabric of their tail fin.
“I can’t~” Cloak began as he yelled in his Tamer’s ear the winds making his words whisper soft even as he screamed and his sentence was cut short as the air dropped out from beneath them sending the little plane into freefall as Cassandra fought to catch the wind once more barely pulling up in time to avoid crashing nose first into the churning sea below. A great wave reaching up like a clawing hand to try to drag them down it’s trailing fingers barely catching at their water struts and sending them spinning to the side as Cas wrestled to regain control of the plane pushing the engine to the limit to try to get through the storm.
“I can’t navigate by map! We were heading due east! The Compass is useless just keep us straight! If we come out the backside we should be close!” The Kotemon yelled most of his words snatched by the screaming fury of the storm beyond ‘east,’ ‘straight,’ ‘close,’ which Cassandra clung too with a fury. Yet dread pooled within her stomach as she realized the winds were not favoring them. They couldn’t get enough altitude. Not enough to brave the wrong push of the wind if it turned against them once more.
“We’ll make it.” Cloak assured her the grip of his small hand steady on her arm.
“We’re going to make it." Dagger yelled out defiant as ever in the face of overwhelming odds.
“We can’t afford not to~” Cassandra ground out thoughts catching on the lives hanging by her planes fragile wings until the wings themselves rose unbidden. The plane rising despite the lack of gale or wind in the buffeting downdraft and dead air. Leaving Tamer and Digimon to cast about in surprise in the pitch dark until they saw it. Saw the ragged hole hewn outline of the white planes with the red crosses blazoned clearly on their wings, one on their left another rising on their right. Their wings uplifting the Bastion’s own, their pilots goggles tinted black and faces waxen and sallow, but still set in a shared grim grimace of determination shared by the young Tamer and her own.
As the trio broke into the eye of the storm crackling voices long dead echoed up from the plane’s radio.
“This is the Waylay hailing the Bastion.” One voice crackled across the static followed by more. So many more as the planes rose like ghostly doves from the sea.
“This is the White Knight Hailing The Bastion,”
“The Fairweather Hailing The Bastion,”
“The Evermore Hailing The Bastion,” As the names rolled in like an endless oceanas the planes flanked alongside their little battered sibling shielding it from the wind as Cassandra reached forward with frozen shaking fingers to take hold of the radio mike.
“This is The Bastion. We…We read you.” She choked out voice cracking as the ghostly figures swarmed the storm parting before them.
“A call came into the *ZZZTHHHHKK* airport for a Mercy Flight~” The voices spoke as one in a swarm of words it's tone almost like singing as the name of the airport was lost in the flood of citys and bases long gone. Like too many pilots in their desperate race to save others. “Captain twould be too late. They cannot wait...” The voices ordered rising in a cacophony as the radio sparked and spat.
“YOU MUST FLY THROUGH THE NIGHT.” They demanded deafening Tamer and Digimon alike as the radio gave out with on last dying shriek as the wall clouds parted, the stars visible once more as the ghostly planes faded behind them into the clouds.
The Bastion catching the smooth winds as it glided into the calm air beyond the howling gale.
Below them was a dark splotch upon the sea, an island ravaged by the storm and a flat beach lined with the few figures that could stand lanterns held high to waves the ragged plane in for a landing. No one knows how Mercy flight 1117 managed to survive the storm and cross triple the distance they should have covered in half the time and landing safely before the break of dawn on that little spit of land. Captain Cassandra and her Co-pilots would never tell, but not a single casualty was lost in their haste.
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MPC Name: And Now, For Something Completely Different
Reward requested: Bits or surprise me? I'm new at this.
The Adriatic Sea spooled beneath them lit by the sunset like a carpet of cerulean silk the waves calm today and only broken by the small dotting of islands giving the illusion of peace. The same could not be said of the sky as too the far east a wall of clouds rolled in churning up the waves into choppier white tips. A towering wall of thundering gray broken only by distant flashes of lightning within its depths swooped down upon the calm like a hawk. A violent and certain to be brutal storm.
And the Bastion, a small modified two seater Biplane of the United States Air-medical Service’s was heading straight for it at break-neck speed its tail fin being peppered with bullets by Sea Plane Pirates as it looped through an evasive maneuver.
“WE’RE NOT HEADING IN THERE!” Cloak yelled from his seat behind Cassandra, the Kotemon’s small form and the woman’s own petite build having allowed for the tiny navigation chair to be installed behind the pilots for the digimon Navigator. Refusing to answer the Cassandra shoved hard down on the yoke dropping the plane into a dangerous nose dive that left them skimming just above the waves as their rear gunner returned fire.
“WE’RE NOT GOING IN WHERE!?” Dagger yelled out having only caught the stray word here or there of his twins outcry of alarm as he worked to bring down their pursuers.
“THERE! THE CLOUD OF IMMINENT DEATH LOOMING IN FRONT OF US! CASSANDRA THIS IS INSANITY I’LL FIND US ANOTHER ROUTE WE CAN HIDE IN THE ISLANDS! WE’LL ONLY LOSE A DAY!” Cloak argued unwilling to risk his Tamer and Twin in the face of what he was sure was certain death or defeat no matter how desperate Cassandra was.
“Cloud of imminent death?” Dagger muttered to himself risking a glance over his shoulder only to let out a yipe of alarm at what he saw. “BY ALL THE DIGITAL GODS!” He cussed before a volley of bullets peppered their side just barely missing the fuel canister and themselves in his distraction. Leaving the Zubamon to turn his goggled eyes back to the fight as he fired the rear mounted gun sending one of the pirates spiraling from the sky with a broken wing strut.
“CASSANDRA TURN! TURN! THAT THING WILL KILL US!” He yelled out always one for being the Hero, but unwilling to risk their Chosen to death by nature. “CASSANDRA!” The Digimon screamed voice kicking up an octave in his worry at his Partner’s lack of response.
“No.” The Pilot, but more importantly Medic ground out between her teeth eyes narrowed in concentration as she ducked, dove, and weaved. “No we are not turning back! We do not have a day!” She snapped back eyes aflame and jaw set in a stubborn and determined line beneath her scarf as she urged the plane forward. She hadn’t lived through the hell of World War I as a field medic to be beaten now.
“Cassandra…Captain they won’t blame you. They couldn’t have known about the pirates or the storm. No one will blame us.” Cloak spoke voice gentling as he leaned forward to speak rapidly in his Tamer’s ear.
“NO.” She growled out once more in a tone that brooked no argument as she pulled the yoke back urging the plane up, up, up as high above the storm as it’s straining wings could take it, their pursuers on their tail like hunting dogs upon a deer as they smelled blood and desperation.
“NO~” She continued voice strained from the pressure as frost began to form at the edge of their goggles in the rapidly thinning air. They hadn’t planned to fly this high. They didn’t have the air tanks or masks for this maneuver. “WE. ARE. ON. A. MERCY. FLIGHT. “ She ground out keeping half an ear attuned for the sound of glass lest one of the lifesaving vials of medicine strapped just beneath her own seat broke. She had stuffed as many as she could carry into the padding of her flight jacket, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough when children were on the line.
“We have to fly tonight!” She gasped out as her breath thinned and she turned the plane and did the unthinkable to escape their pursuers. Letting the little bi-plane with frost upon its wings slip into the storm as the pirates circled above them whispering of impossible things. Of death at a storms teeth. For not one dared follow.
The Bastion though would not go quietly into that good night as the wings shook from the pressure of the gale. The plane vibrating with almost the same frequency as the teams teeth as the bitter cold bit into any exposed skin like knives. An updraft was quick to snatch the little trio up in its grip raising the plane high as lightning blinded them flashing so close it sizzled to fabric of their tail fin.
“I can’t~” Cloak began as he yelled in his Tamer’s ear the winds making his words whisper soft even as he screamed and his sentence was cut short as the air dropped out from beneath them sending the little plane into freefall as Cassandra fought to catch the wind once more barely pulling up in time to avoid crashing nose first into the churning sea below. A great wave reaching up like a clawing hand to try to drag them down it’s trailing fingers barely catching at their water struts and sending them spinning to the side as Cas wrestled to regain control of the plane pushing the engine to the limit to try to get through the storm.
“I can’t navigate by map! We were heading due east! The Compass is useless just keep us straight! If we come out the backside we should be close!” The Kotemon yelled most of his words snatched by the screaming fury of the storm beyond ‘east,’ ‘straight,’ ‘close,’ which Cassandra clung too with a fury. Yet dread pooled within her stomach as she realized the winds were not favoring them. They couldn’t get enough altitude. Not enough to brave the wrong push of the wind if it turned against them once more.
“We’ll make it.” Cloak assured her the grip of his small hand steady on her arm.
“We’re going to make it." Dagger yelled out defiant as ever in the face of overwhelming odds.
“We can’t afford not to~” Cassandra ground out thoughts catching on the lives hanging by her planes fragile wings until the wings themselves rose unbidden. The plane rising despite the lack of gale or wind in the buffeting downdraft and dead air. Leaving Tamer and Digimon to cast about in surprise in the pitch dark until they saw it. Saw the ragged hole hewn outline of the white planes with the red crosses blazoned clearly on their wings, one on their left another rising on their right. Their wings uplifting the Bastion’s own, their pilots goggles tinted black and faces waxen and sallow, but still set in a shared grim grimace of determination shared by the young Tamer and her own.
As the trio broke into the eye of the storm crackling voices long dead echoed up from the plane’s radio.
“This is the Waylay hailing the Bastion.” One voice crackled across the static followed by more. So many more as the planes rose like ghostly doves from the sea.
“This is the White Knight Hailing The Bastion,”
“The Final Race Hailing the Bastion,”
“The Thorn and Crown Hailing The Bastion,”
“The Fairweather Hailing The Bastion,”
"The Windchaser Hailing The Bastion,"
“The Evermore Hailing The Bastion,” As the names rolled in like an endless oceanas the planes flanked alongside their little battered sibling shielding it from the wind as Cassandra reached forward with frozen shaking fingers to take hold of the radio mike.
“This is The Bastion. We…We read you.” She choked out voice cracking as the ghostly figures swarmed the storm parting before them.
“A call came into the *
“YOU MUST FLY THROUGH THE NIGHT.” They demanded deafening Tamer and Digimon alike as the radio gave out with on last dying shriek as the wall clouds parted, the stars visible once more as the ghostly planes faded behind them into the clouds.
The Bastion catching the smooth winds as it glided into the calm air beyond the howling gale.
Below them was a dark splotch upon the sea, an island ravaged by the storm and a flat beach lined with the few figures that could stand lanterns held high to waves the ragged plane in for a landing. No one knows how Mercy flight 1117 managed to survive the storm and cross triple the distance they should have covered in half the time and landing safely before the break of dawn on that little spit of land. Captain Cassandra and her Co-pilots would never tell, but not a single casualty was lost in their haste.
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