Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[adelphi prime.]

{Oh! Right! I really have no idea how to get Omega in right now -or most of my characters- so I'm just gonna start wherever.}

Blaze - Female - Cannon Falls, Minnesota

Cannnon Falls was a very small town, South of the Twin Cities by about an hour driving. Although the population was well over 4,000 many were farmers who spread across the land. Blaze herself stayed in the small collection of businesses and houses that clumped together to give the city a name. Being part of the CIA, she was sent to monitor movement here about a year ago. To monitor what? She didn't know. With a lack of instruction, she wasn't quite sure what to think of her job, or what she was even doing in this small town. Day after day nothing happened, save for the rare speeding ticket or newcomer looking for directions to Minneapolis or Rochester. Of all places to be sent to, why here? The least they could do was send her to a town that actually had sustenance, such as Rochester. At the very least that town had chases and crime, unlike Cannon Falls. Slipping away from the town without the government noticing would be nearly impossible in her mind. All she wanted was to get out and go to Propwash -which was just as small, but at least growing and active- where the Corn Festival was going to take place.

The Corn Festival, she'd heard, was growing every year, thanks to Dusty Crophopper, a famous racer and firefighter. And with a growing town, one with limited police backup, she could sense danger. Cannon Falls had enough police backup without her, even if they were not so trained as she was. In a way, she viewed herself more as the FBI rather than CIA, as she still hadn't had an appointed mission in her time out in the field, and it certainly hadn't been chasing criminals around the world -let alone even chasing criminals. She hoped for action at Propwash, even if it were all for fun rather than for work -although she hoped more for the latter. It had been what she'd been trained for, anyway, so why she was sitting there on her tail doing nothing, she didn't understand.

[Saberius Prime]

Saber landed on the tarmac at Propwash Junction. It had been a long tour for the Navy, but he was glad to be back home in Propwash. Meanwhile, he saw his best friend Dusty at the Fill N' Fly. He quickly sped over.

"Guess who's back in town, best friend?"

[Titanic X 21]

BOOST TOWN

FIFTY MILES EAST OF PROPWASH JUNCTION

The sunlight streamed in through the windows of the hangar, rousing its occupants. One of them groaned as he shifted in bed, opening his brown eyes. "Dammit..." he muttered. "Last time I'm doing a case that late into the evening..."

The plane shifted before getting out of bed and stretching his body. Spray Krane was a young plane in his late twenties and very fit for his age. He was primarily black all over, save for a large white Jolly Wrenches decal on his rudder. His two contra-rotating SkySlycer MK V propellers were black with blue tips, a stark contrast to other props of the same make. His appearance also suggested hints of warplane lineage, as he possessed the wings and engine of a P-51, despite being an AT-802 crop duster in body. His lineage also gave him a sleeker cockpit than normal, a benefit when trying to hide.

The young plane heard a soft crying coming from the next room and he headed inside, spotting his young daughter crying. A soft look crossed his features and he headed in, nuzzling her until she fell asleep. He smiled as he left, closing the door behind him.

[Alfor]

Gender: Male
Model: P-51D Mustang
Occupation: None
Location: Fill N' Fly
Mood: Sleepy, somewhat grumpy
Tags: Dusty, Saber

Jigsaw cracked open an eye as Saber raced over to Dusty, very excited to see his friend. The warplane had been resting by the Fill N' Fly for a while, and surprisingly hadn't been shooed away by Dottie yet. It wasn't a good idea to get cross with the little forklift. He may be thrice her size, but the gal could pack a punch and send the toughest planes speeding away for the sake of their lives. Jigsaw yawned in a cat-like manner before sinking lower on his landing gear.

[adelphi prime.]

Blaze - Female - Cannon Falls, Minnesota

Deciding to shirk her responsibilities as a CIA agent -not that she had many anyway- the golden helicopter flew out, Turning her nose towards Propwash, she allowed herself to relax for the first time in a while. she was not meant for the work of a small town police officer, but rather for an engine stopping case. She, in some way, feared that the quiet of Cannon Falls betrayed something deeper beneath it, like some secret being whispered to all ears but hers. Not that anyone knew who she was or who she worked for, of course. Beyond those of the local police and good friends, the town knew her as nothing more than a police officer, and air support if needed. Much of the town hardly knew her, but she made it her job to know everyone. Now she was leaving the town she was sent to monitor, and although guilt set in her tank, she ignored it as she flew towards what she thought of as action.

[Saberius Prime]

(Just a heads up, I'm pulling out. Bye.)

[Dusty Crophopper]

((This'll be introducing the CHROME arc, which will soon intersect with everyone else and bring it all together. Also Saber's leaving the RP so... I'll just post as Dusty as if he didn't show up. Also sorry for the length but... I needed to set the tone for the CHROME/CIA characters so yeah. XD))

CHROME Headquarters

The Command Headquarters for Recon Operations and Motorized Espionage was a sprawling complex, with many layers and levels to it. It was almost like a hive or insect colony, with tunnels that branched out like spokes from a wheel, and contained buildings both above and below ground. Despite its size, it wasn't necessarily bustling like a hive or colony, unless of course there was a world crisis going on. Certain sectors could certainly be buzzing with activity whilst others were like any other work place: slow and languid with only a few vehicles driving from room to room.

Right now, the latter was true in Sector H, which also happened to be Agent Finn McMissile's sector. The light silvery blue painted Aston-Martin/Peerless mix was driving to his office to start the day, having greeted some fellow staff on his drive in. As usual, he had a small smile on his features, something he used frequently to mask his own inner turmoils and demons. Revving a little bit, he headed into a glass enclosed hallway whose roof stretched above him, forming a triangular point as it looked out to trees which grew along its sides.

Suddenly, just as Finn's mind was beginning to drift, a honking from behind him got his attention, and he paused, reversing a bit to see one of their analysts racing up to him. "Agent McMissile!" the analyst shouted. Finn cringed just a tad at this... he preferred "Finn" to "Agent McMissile", but supposed he'd just have to make do with realizing that not every analyst knew that. He only really shared that with those closest to him after all.

"Yes? What is it?" he inquired, raising a brow.

"Agent McMissile! We've... got something strange, sir!"

"Strange? Well out with it!" Finn ordered.

"Yes sir! It's just... airport security has pinged several cars that have been designated as 'threats' by our intelligence office as having entered the United States recently... and what's more mysterious is that they seem to be all converging on... one location sir!" the analyst said, huffing a bit as he caught his breath. "Even more mysterious, as if I haven't said that enough, is that these 'threats' shouldn't be working together! They've never done so in the past, and well... have no reason to at present!"

"Huh..." Finn narrowed his eyes here, processing this as a thoughtful look crossed his face. "Is this being flagged as a priority?" he asked.

"Not yet! But you're being requested to look into it immediately!"

"Immediately?" Finn asked, blinking. "We're a little short-staffed at present!" he reminded the analyst. "Most of our field agents are out in the field!"

"Still sir, you are to assemble a task force at once to look into this potential threat! Also, you have authorization to work with American intelligence forces once you get there!"

"I see..." Finn trailed off here, racking his brain to try and remember just who was available at a moment's notice right now. "All right... I want Agent Carlisle and... Trainee Tessari to report to Briefing Room 21!" Finn ordered.

"Yes sir!" the analyst nodded his front, being a small red sports car who seemed more suited for a race down a winding road than desk work. Finn didn't like the idea of calling a trainee into the field, but he knew he had little other choice at the moment. This priority had come up at the last minute, as threats often did, and CHROME often had to rely on whatever resources it had within reach at the time. Besides, having another agent with him, plus any CIA or FBI operatives would help, and make up for the trainee's lack of field experience. Nothing like a good old trial by fire after all to test one's abilities and get one initiated into the field.

"One last thing!" Finn stopped the agent before he could zoom off. "Where are they seemingly converging on?"

"We aren't sure of their final destination yet, sir! But they've all bought plane tickets for Minneapolis, Minnesota!" the analyst replied.

"I'll need a list of public events and gatherings going on in that state! I want it ready when I arrive in that briefing room!" Finn commanded, giving the analyst a steely look.

~~~~~~~~~~

Propwash Junction

Dusty pulled up to his friend Chug, who was his bright and cheery self. "Morning Duster!" Chug called.

"Good morning, Chug!" Dusty replied, nodding his front and smiling.

"Ready for your morning fill-up?" his friend asked.

"You bet!" Dusty responded eagerly.

"Man, I think this air show is going to be BALLLLISTIC today!" Chug declared, inserting his nozzle into Dusty's wing tank.

"Yeah! I know! You know... despite the crowds and everything... I'm actually kind of looking forward to this!" Dusty exclaimed, looking out over the town and seeing Jigsaw Redtail nearby, who appeared to be just waking up. "Oh! Sorry!" Dusty called over to him. "Hope we didn't wake you up! Good morning Jigsaw!" Dusty greeted him in his typical friendly manner.

[Titanic X 21]

Spray shifted as he emerged from his hangar into the morning sun. He flexed his control surfaces before yawning and heading off towards the runway.

Boost Town was a modest community, much larger than Propwash, but smaller than some others. The biggest buildings only stood at five stories, and the tallest reigned supreme at ten stories. Plus they were more scattered, allowing for homes to be built in between them. The layout allowed for more room, and the town was larger than most similar sized communities as a result. The river snaked right through, allowing for boats to take up residence there, and for some waterfront businesses to thrive. The airport was also very well built and had a number of rental hangars for planes to stay in if they were stopping over on a long journey.

Spray headed for the runway at the edge of his hangar's property and started his engine, taking flight for Propwash Junction. After all, he wanted to see the small town and its resident racer for himself. But he had no idea just how his life would change forever.

The trip took only fifteen minutes, and when he had received clearance to land, he touched down, coasting to a stop and taxiing towards where a Corsair and a red, white, and black plane were parked.

[DreamFluent]

(Sorry I haven't posted... school and homework are gonna make me delayed most days, especially with the end of the quarter this week and my time zone... from what I know, I'm a couple hours behind everyone else on here XD)

Abby|CHROME Headquarters
The building seemed to be full of chatter as Abby drove down one of the hallways, trying to remember where the briefing rooms were. Though she knew exactly where they were, having other things on her mind was just making her forgetful. Why was she being sent to a briefing room? She was a trainee! She hadn't even finished her assignment from last night... but then again, this was likely going to be a different assignment than most. If she was actually being sent with an agent to a mission, perhaps she was beginning to show promise. Or they just ran out of anyone more suited for the job.

The atmosphere felt more constrained as she drove into the room she was expected to be in, the businesslike decor bringing even more stress to the situation. She had the urge to leave right then and go find somewhere where she could hit speeds high enough to spend excess energy, but it'd been days since she'd had the opportunity to do so, causing her to fidget a little with her front tires without thinking as she waited for whoever was supposed to meet her. She just hoped she wasn't in over her hood.


Tera|Propwash Junction
The young mix breed awoke to the sun already up and chatter already starting down at the Fill N' Fly, the wind carrying some voices down towards the hangar she was in. She wanted to stretch her wings, having been folded the entire night and feeling rather stiff, but she couldn't in the space she was in without risking knocking something over. She'd already done that this week... twice. She pushed the thought aside, wondering if she'd be able to fly better that morning. Just the day before she had to land because she was in too much pain to stay airborne; the pressure on her wings was too much. Not that she'd gone down willingly. Any sign of weakness was bad and to be avoided at all costs... especially after the wreck that had brought her to the town a few weeks ago.

In that same moment, she realized that it wasn't Omega that had woken her up for once, the older Warhawk still sleeping on the other side of the room. Rolling quietly out of her spot, she nudged him gently on his wing. "Hey, sun's up," she said, stifling a yawn and trying to keep from shivering, even though the heat was on. Why was it always so cold there? she asked herself, trying to think back to the warmer climate she was used to get her mind off it, though it didn't work very well.


Foxtrot|Propwash Junction
Foxtrot yawned, opening the door of the motel hangar to get some air in the room. It seemed relatively quiet this morning, but then again... every morning seemed quiet at first. He had to make sure he wasn't being pranked before exiting, checking for trip wires or tell-tale buckets of whatever the pest Tera decided to use that time, but surprisingly found nothing. Rolling out into the somewhat bright morning sun, he figured he should probably head to the Fill N' Fly. That seemed to be where everyone got their news around here, anyways. In all actuality, he was in a pretty good mood. "Mornin' everyone," he said upon arriving, somewhat sleepily but seeing that quite a few others were already up. "I didn't sleep too late, did I?"


Felix|Propwash Junction
Day 1112. No change in residents to be worried about. A few new planes here and there, but nothing Felix couldn't deal with. With all the new attention being drawn towards Propwash, that was normal. He just had to make it through this, and maybe he could find a quieter town elsewhere he could stay. Felix didn't like living in hiding... but he honestly didn't know if he was being followed or not. He didn't want to be a part of any government agency, though, that was for sure. And now, if they caught him, he'd be ruined... a criminal record would NOT look good if that happened... not to mention what they'd do to him, since they knew he still had some equipment from when he was training for the CIA. He dare not even come out of his home until he knew he was safe, but something was telling him that this was not a 'safe' day.

[adelphi prime.]

{WIP post for tomorrow, saying I gotta go to bed}

Blaze - Female - Helicopter - Single - Propwash Junction, Minnesota

Flying over bluff after bluff as she neared Propwash Junction, she could tell why the town was so enclosed. It was completely surrounded by bluffs, and unless you were flying, it was more difficult to get to driving. She thought of it, in a way, as a small version of Switzerland, at least when it was still not on the map and Dusty hadn't risen to fame. Roads weaved over and around the bluffs, but made driving look difficult, but perhaps not so much as if they were full blown mountains. Finally spotting the small town's central area atop a grassy bluff, she pushed herself to go just a little faster, as she had been taking an easy, lazy speed on the way here. She touched down without clearance, not even thinking to at the time, although she needed so little space to land the action would have been lost on her anyhow. She was looking down Propwash, just beside's its runway, and in a way it felt like Cannon Falls. It was already busier than Cannon Falls, even if the town's population was still very small, smaller than that of her residence. A flyer was posted on one of the buildings about the Corn Festival, and she smiled a little, even as guilt rose up in her tank a bit again. She'd left her station just to go to a festival without permission, but she set the thought aside and rolled forwards to meet the small group that had gathered outside of the gasoline station.

Omega - Male - P-40 Warhawk - Single - Propwash Junction, Minnesota

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