by Dusty Crophopper » Thu May 07, 2015 11:19 am
Finn - Tags: Streak, Aeris, Everyone
"Well it's the only lead we have, so we don't really have much of a choice here." Finn retorted to Streak. "It's better than just sitting here doing nothing and talking about it. We've got a solid lead to go on, and we're going to take it! I'm fully aware this could be a trap, but somehow, I doubt it. This group has covered their tracks well... but not to the point it's impossible to find them. I've been in this business a long time... I know when things are getting too easy. This doesn't feel like one of those times. And as said... what other choice do we have? We either sit here and talk endlessly about leads we don't have, or we follow up on the one we do." he said.
The whine of jet engines could be heard as several jets began landing on Propwash's strip now. They were all like Siddeley, and all could carry vehicles within. "Ah! Our rides are here!" He went back to the podium as the ear-splitting whine of the jet engines began to die as they began to shut off one by one. "Attention! Everyone coming along with our newly formed task force... please start boarding the jets! For those of you who don't know... my name is Agent McMissile... British Intelligence." he introduced himself. "That's all I can really say for now regarding that. We have to get moving, but you will be briefed en route. To those looking to make a difference in this fight and strike back... please board now. There's plenty of room for everyone, and for those planes that can't fit and wish to fly on their own... make sure you have plenty of fuel: we won't be stopping anytime soon." He informed them. He turned, and nodded at his son for him to follow him towards the lead jet, which was Siddeley.
Dusty - Tags: Shadow, Spray
"Uh... well that's good." Dusty said, noticing her move under his wing at the approach of Spray, who just seemed to be... telling her to tell him if things got uncomfortable? He narrowed his eyes at little at the plane, and almost pushed his wing down protectively over Shadow, though he had no idea why. "Hey well... I think he's right. I think you need to go where assigned, and uh... do what tasks you're given. I'm sure it'll be easier that way. And I want to maybe see you around me more?" he asked here, not sure really what he was suggesting, and surprised at himself for suggesting that. "Kind of like... I dunno... maybe we could work together?" he suggested.
As Finn made his announcement, Dusty perked up. "Oh! Look at that! I guess we're leaving! Huh... looks like I can actually fit into one of those jets." he said, studying it as he narrowed one eye thoughtfully. "Which one you going on?" he asked her, looking down at her from under his wing.
Oskar - Tags: Rush
Oskar nodded. "Very well... I don't think the Skipper would sit this one out to be honest with you." the Me 163 confessed. "Oooh! It seems we're loading up! We should try traveling together I think! I KNOW I can easily fit on one of those jets, and you could too if you fold your wings up!" he pointed out. "What do you think? I'm afraid for me I wouldn't have much choice." he chuckled nervously. "See I can only fly 25 miles before I run out of fuel... and that's nothing when you think about it. I'm..." he winced here. "Extremely immobile if I'm traveling long distance. So I'm gonna have to take the jet whether I want to or not." he said, shrugging his flaps here. "Sorry, Herr Rush."
Miles - Tags: Shinn, Lucas, Raven
"Well yes... I do have feelings..." Miles agreed, looking over at Shadow and Dusty again. "And yes... I should've found a way to get past it..." he glanced at the open roads... and wished desperately he could drive down them and away from all this... but an explosive demise awaited him if he did so... and he knew it. So... no going that way. Sighing, he closed his eyes, knowing it was time to board another jet and head to who knew where. "All right... guess we gotta go..." he mumbled. "See you... there." he said slowly, and turned to begin driving towards one of the jets. A bigger one came in for a landing now, and this one dwarfed the others, being a 767 as it touched down on Propwash's runway. The other jets had cleared the way, as they could all takeoff vertically with their tail-mounted jets. The 767 would be carrying some of the bigger planes that could fit if they didn't wish to fly with the others. Miles could hardly make up his mind, and randomly began driving towards a jet now, sure it didn't make much of a difference in the long run.
Blade - Tags: Otter, Doc
"Awww well... you don't have to say that!" Blade replied humbly to Otter, but even so... that response was... new for him... new but old. Awww? Since when did Blade Ranger, hardened firefighter chief at Piston Peak say THAT? Not since... well once again, Nick. "Ahem." he quickly cleared his throat, becoming all business again. "So uh... looks like we're taking off. Hey! A 767 just landed! Maybe it's been modified to carry planes like you! I mean you can't... fly obviously so... why not fly?" Blade asked, laughing at his own joke. "Want me to lead you over to it?" he inquired, half turning to look at all the assembled aircraft. He gave out a whistle, and noted it was a veritable fleet that was ready to take to the skies and move them to their next destination.
