Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[Dusty Crophopper]

Dusty Crophopper - Propwash Junction - Tags: Lightning

"Huh... you sure you're OK?" Dusty asked, giving Lightning an encouraging smile. He shifted his eyes to where Oskar, Rush, and now Horah were flying, though Oskar looked more like he was gliding at this point. Dusty smiled widely as he watched the three. "I'm half tempted to join them... even when I'm on the ground I can't stay grounded for long. It's just... it's something else, you know?" he asked, smile still on his features. "Well actually..." he blinked, coming out of his reverie. "You don't know! Sorry! But I'm sure you've flown in passenger jets before! You had to since you participated in the World Grand Prix! So you got some experience of it at least!" Dusty pointed out now.

"Come on." He nodded back towards the town. "I'd like to introduce you to a few others if you're up for it. Oh and your big rig Mack can go and get you a room at the motel before it fills up, if you're planning on staying more than a day!" Dusty informed Lightning. "May I just say..." Dusty continued as he rolled back towards the Fill N' Fly "that you are something I kind of aspire to be in my own racing! I'd love to win as many championships as you have! It's just so amazing you were able to do that! You really race with a lot of heart, you know? You don't just care about winning, and I admire that. I really do!" They were getting closer to where Felix and Spray were talking, and Dusty could see Skipper emerging from his hanger now, but knew the old Corsair hadn't slept in. Far from it, as Skipper was always one of the first ones up in Propwash. He'd probably just been hanging about inside, talking with Sparky or doing any number of things.

Finn McMissile - En Route to the United States - Tags: Abby, Shadow

Finn almost seemed bewildered by the list of gadgets and gizmos that Shadow rattled off to him. "Oh! Agent Shadow! That's uh... quite the impressive lineup! You... you have one of those flying car things now? That's something I've never actually considered for myself. Call me old-fashioned, but I still like zipping along the ground. I've never considered taking the aerial courses as it seems a bit much to be learning at my age but... well I'm impressed! You really did come prepared for this!" He stated, nodding with a smile.

[DreamFluent]

((Sorry about taking this long… I guess I should just say that I really can be a slow RPer sometimes… that, and I thought I’d be more productive over spring break, but I’ve pretty much gone brain dead from not having schoolwork for a change XD))

Abby|Traveling to the United States
She waited a moment, trying to figure out what to say as Shadow… er, Mint… told Finn about the types of weaponry she already had… Abby couldn’t imagine what it would be like to fly outside of a plane, but she almost thought it would be fun. Besides, that kind of equipment was standard issue… to agents of much higher rank than her. She was somewhat worried that Finn would second guess selecting her for the assignment if she told the truth. She caught her own misjudgement, though, being more nervous about going in the field without the ability to defend herself; she did well with the temporary weapons she used during training, though, and she knew what she could and couldn’t handle. “I have my computer configured to receive weapons… but I think I still had a while before they were going to give me my permanent ones,” she said somewhat awkwardly, again feeling inferior to the other two vehicles… but that was to be expected. She wished the newness of the situation would just wear off.

Felix|Propwash Junction
“I got it just fine. Thanks, though,” Felix said quickly but politely, realizing that there were other vehicles approaching and he should probably be on his way. Most of the time he was out and about the small town, but as the air show drew more and more crowds, he preferred to stay away from all of it as best as he could. Dusty by far had probably been one of the most friendly planes he’d met, but the majority of the town was made of good people. He didn’t fit in, not really, even if he tried not to let anything on that something was off. He’d also been able to background check all of them with his computers, force powered off for now, but his paranoia kept suggesting to him to turn them back on, just to make sure he wasn’t being followed. “I really should get back home… traffic jams aren’t exactly my idea of spending a day,” he added, getting the oil he needed and still acting friendly, even if he wanted to just get out of there. He couldn’t show that, though, as he tried to find a clear way of exit. There was none. More vehicles had stopped at the fuel station, effectively blocking any ways out that wouldn’t be incredibly awkward to say the least. Perhaps if he could ever figure out how to blend in...

[Dusty Crophopper]

((I guess I'll take Skip for now, just for posting reasons. Also gonna do a plot thing here, so longer post. XD))

Dusty Crophopper - Propwash Junction - Tags: Lightning

As Dusty led Lightning into town, he rolled closer to Skipper. "Hey there Skip!" Dusty greeted the old warplane, who offered him a warm smile in greeting.

"Morning, Dusty! Ready for the show?" the Corsair asked.

"As I'll ever be I suppose!" Dusty noticed Skipper seemed to be adjusting his gaze skyward, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully as he watched Oskar glide and Rush gain altitude.

"What is... that?" Skipper asked, his voice darkening here.

"Oh! I think that's a visitor we have today!" Dusty tried to evade the question. "Anyway I'd like you to meet that race car that I watch on TV! You know, Lightning McQueen?" the firefighter proclaimed. "Lightning, this is my good friend and mentor, Skipper Riley!" Dusty introduced the two here, moving back a bit to not get in between them. Skipper's gaze lingered on Oskar for a moment longer, then dropped to Lightning here.

Finn McMissile - En Route to the United States - Tags: Abby, Shadow

Finn smiled reassuringly as Abby uttered that she really didn't have any permanent weapons. "That's not a problem! Here!" Finn hit a button on his chair, and the walls and bulkheads of Sid rotated and flipped 180 degrees to reveal dozens of weapons, all mounted neatly in racks and storage bays. "Help yourself! Sid's fully stocked for any situation you might encounter in the field! Don't be stingy either... it's important to be prepared after all!" Finn encouraged the trainee. "We'll try and make sure you don't have to use them, but on the off chance you do, we'll be backing you up every mile of the way!"

Finn checked his clock and saw they were about an hour out now. "Finn!" Siddeley said, his voice coming over the PA system.

"Yes, Sid?" Finn queried.

"Turns out we've got a hit! Those baddies are definitely heading for one spot! We're sure it's a small town called Propwash Junction! There's a local festival and airshow going on there! It says here in the local headlines that home hero and racing star Dusty Crophopper is performing today, and expected to draw large crowds!" Sid read off from his HUD display.

"Does central command think this Crophopper a prime target?" Finn asked.

"They're not sure! None of these baddies are connected to him in any way, shape or form! They think it could be a general attack! No prime targets have been designated, but then again, it's hard to know who exactly is attending this thing since there's no real automated system at this Propwash Junction for keeping track of that kind of thing!" Sid replied.

"Mmm... let's hit the afterburners, Sid! We've got to get there now!" Finn ordered, and Sid complied, firing up his afterburners as they increased speed. "Let me see that list again..." Finn murmured, pulling up the list of malcontents that were heading to this thing. A Sikh terrorist... a Japanese extremist responsible for several subway bombings... the Carlisle... and there it was! Finn pursed his lips as he saw that one of the lemons who'd escaped in the aftermath of the Allinol conspiracy was present as well. "Well well... what are you doing here?" Finn muttered, narrowing his eyes. "Sid!" Finn snapped.

"Yes Finn?"

"What's the status of Miles Axlerod?"

"Still ensconced at Belmarsh Finn!" Sid replied.

"Mmm... I doubt there's a connection..." he said softly to himself, pondering what this was all about.

Miles Axlerod - Belmarsh Prison - Southeast London

The exercise yard was particularly drab today... London was overcast with gray clouds that threatened to spit rain at any minute. Miles Axlerod, former oil billionaire philanthropist turned terrorist sighed as he drove out into the yard with a bored expression on his face, his light blue eyes staring with a dead gaze at the fences and walls that surrounded him. HM Prison Belmarsh was one of the top prisons in the UK, and was reserved for some of the most dangerous criminals in said isle. He'd been here for four years now... ever since his Allinol plot had blown up in his face... or almost thanks to his being forced to deactivate the bomb at the last second.

He hadn't earned many friends in prison, as lemons who thought of such plots to raise themselves up weren't exactly popular, even among the most dangerous criminals, but Axlerod had kept to himself and had not dared to pick fights. He knew full well everyone in here could easily destroy him, so he was careful to guard himself against such foolish slips or errors that could cost him his life.

He felt safest in the exercise yard, as towers and guards watched his every move. Refusing to entirely give up, Miles usually did some laps around the perimeter, if nothing more than to keep himself in shape. Sighing a second time, the Rover started driving along the track, splitting away from the others and beginning his laps. It was like any other day... no one paid him any mind, and he didn't pay anyone else any mind. But around the third or fourth lap, the Rover noticed something strange as he rounded a corner... a blind corner where usually there was at least one guard along the wall... but this time he'd vanished... and Miles slowed, looking up for him. Ahead of him stood three cars, all tough SUVs bigger than he was. They were... staring at him in an eerie manner, and blocking his path on the track. Where had they come from? Miles hadn't seen them on the previous lap...

"Uh... excuse me gents..." the Rover said nervously, trying to deviate around them, but one purposely drove right in front of him. He had no idea who these fellows were... they looked like inmates but... he couldn't specifically remember seeing them before... "Uh..." he tried again, looking up at the fellow. "Sorry I... could you please... let me by?"

Instead of responding, the black SUV suddenly jammed a shiv into Axlerod's engine block right above his left tire, causing the astonished Range Rover to scream in agony. "AGGGGGGH!" he bellowed, eyes wide as he began to panic and the other two began to move in. "WHAT IN THE BLOODY H***?" he exclaimed, starting to reverse rapidly away as the shiv came out of him, and fluid began spilling down his tire onto the ground. "HELP! HELP!" He cried, rubber burning as her spun around rapidly to head back around the corner. "GUARDS!" He yelled, but strangely... didn't see anyone as his vision started to swim.

He cried out again as he was struck on the side by a blunt object, causing him to wince as he drove forward, trying to escape. "HELP!" he yelled again, trying to get someone... anyone's attention as another blow slammed into his right side, denting him and causing him to slow a little as he felt his wheels wobble underneath him. "Ugh! Help!" he called more weakly this time, being beaten from behind and on his sides as he struggled to keep going. A blow suddenly landed on top of his roof, causing his head to swim and his vision to blur. He willed himself onward, his adrenaline pounding into his engine and heart, forcing him to move... to not die here! He burst around the corner, leaking fluids as his already bad engine began to give out and stutter. "No... no... not now!" he urged, feeling a bludgeon crack him in his right passenger window, nearly causing him to lose consciousness then and there. He could vaguely see the prisoners now, and maybe some guards driving towards him... but he couldn't be sure. "Help..." he more whispered now. "Help..." he said, before another blow landed on top of his head, and the Rover could go no further, slumping forward as both his old British aluminum engine and mind gave out, the former knight sliding into unconsciousness as he lost sensations of the world around him...

[Alfor]

Jigsaw Redtail | Tags: none

Jigsaw hesitated for a long while before exiting his hangar, though he only emerged halfway. He absolutely hated the crowds, and had been avoiding everyone since the verbal fight yesterday. Hopefully Rush would calm down about Oskar, he didn't wish for the tiny plane to go through another verbal beat-down for who he was. The P-51D cautiously scanned the area and wasn't surprised to see a few younger cars staring at him in awe. They probably have never seen an older warplane up-close and personal before.

He seemed to hesitate again before fully taxing outside of his hangar, content on parking a meter or so away from it. Jigsaw didn't trust any of these strangers not to snoop around in it and he didn't feel like closing the doors at the moment. Besides, he could see everything from here anyway.

(Dusty I sent you a PM about Aeris and added the forums for Raven and Lucas on the first page!)

[Lance-McClain]

Marking!

[adelphi prime.]

(Err... can I get a recap? I honest to goodness cannot read that much right now.)

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Sure. Uh Spray's talking to Felix, Oskar radioed to Rush that he can start them off by talking about what he's comfortable with. Oskar's taken off and is gliding now. Dusty's preparing for the air show... uh... can't remember what Blade asked Otter, but I don't think my last post with him is TOO far back. Finn, Abby, and Shadow are about an hour away... and Miles got attacked in Belmarsh Prison by some mysterious vehicles and blacked out.))

[adelphi prime.]

{Gotta appologize to Dream. I can't exactly respond to your posts right now, saying it's 11:15 here when I'm posting this. XD }

Rush - Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: Oskar

No matter how many times Streak had come up from behind him, he'd always startled still to this day, and Oskar was no different. The Corsair reacted out of instinct for a moment, readying empty guns in his wings. Recovering as quickly as he could manage, he suddenly realized how easily it was to have a warplane be at the ready. Guilt washed over him for a fleeting second as he thought of how he'd reacted at Oskar drawing his weapons on Streak. It didn't matter whether or not he felt guilty about that -he still didn't trust the German warplane. Even so, he continued to climb upwards, knowing that he'd meet the German plane somewhere in the middle of the airspace between them. It was strange for Rush to have Oskar be so demanding and open about his time in the war. It, in a way, only proved that the Germans had no personal boundaries in his mind. He sounded a lot like Streak, and that somehow irritated him to know that one of his enemies could be so... so... similar. "The... the painful memories are the easiest to remember," he admitted, almost sheepishly. "but the most difficult to describe." Without waiting for an answer, he launched into telling the story of Glendalcanal.

"It wasn't my first patrol, having been stationed on the Flysenhower even longer than our own Skipper, even though he'd trained me -every one of us. I wouldn't call us the best squadron in the world, but we were good and well trained. A Zero couldn't take us down even if our wings were sheared half off..." he visibly cringed a bit at the thought. "The clouds were our cover, but it was impossible to see anything below us. Most of us were getting antsy, ready for any fight, but none of us knew what was coming. The clouds opened up, allowing us to see what we thought to be..." he paused, images flashing through his mind. It was a while before he continued. "...to be a single enemy ship. A supply ship, at that. With some begging, the Skipper allowed us to... to attack. Turned out to be a whole fleet." His voice was drenched in a combination of bitter regret, unimaginable depression, and violent rage. "They killed every single one of us but me and our Skipper. Me? I washed up ashore an island, one wing all but ripped clean off. Couldn't be fixed for a long while after -years- and it's lucky I'm even flying today."

Otter and Luka - Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: Blade Ranger

Otter listend patiently, and when the helicopter -as he'd just found out- was interrupted by what sounded like a rocket, the F-18 all but stopped dead. He jolted to a halt, yelped a little in fear, and stood there almost paralized for a few seconds. "I... I don't know, sir," he said in almost military style. "It sounded a little like a rocket to me, but it could have been any number of things." When he allowed himself to relax a bit he continued on, his movements now even more stiff and alert, as if at any moment something was going to attack him. "And oh! No, no, not settling here, I don't think. I might, I suppose, but it all depends. Like I said, there's not much a blind plane can do." He chuckled nervously.

[Alfor]

(Also Jigsaw's kinda moody right now lol
Prepare for the insane Hollows siblings XD)

Raven & Lucas Hollows | Tags: currently none

Two planes touched down on the runway, quickly moving out of the way before they got squashed by the bigger planes landing. They seemed normal from a quick glance, but if you did a double take you would immediately notice that the two were quite far from normal. They were hybrids. An odd mix between a Corsair and a Hellcat, but it seemed to fit them well despite their smaller than average size. The smaller one was Raven, the elder her brother Lucas.

"This place seems friendly enough....but it feels off," the older hybrid stated, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly.

"Oh come on Lucas, you're suspicious of every town we go to!" Raven replied, exasperated. Lucas gave her a funny look that only he was allowed to get away with before taxing off in a random direction, his sister following behind quietly. "Do you think we'll meet any war veterans? I wonder how they'll react to hybrid warplanes." She was apparently in a chatty mood at the moment, but knowing her it wouldn't last long at all.

"Probably look at us funny, warplanes aren't known to mix models, let alone have said hybrids survive," Lucas scoffed at the thought. How they had survived was completely beyond him. Hybrid planes were a very rare sight to behold, and even rarer to see an adult one. "Lets just hope they don't try to kill us."

(I dunno what direction they're going so do what you want with them xD)

[Lance-McClain]

{There's No Such Thing As No Such Thing}

“ { F 2-1 {F Two One} } { Female } { Twenty-eight } { Racer } ”

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Name ➳ F 2-1
Nickname ➳ None
Gender ➳ Female
Hometown ➳ Toronto, Canada {But she was dropped off at a Hangar in Altus, OK}
Currently Living ➳ Nowhere in particular, kind of a Nomad
Age ➳ Twenty-eight
Occupation ➳ Racer

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Eye Color ➳ Bright green
Make ➳ Looks like a plane made of other planes and {not to make her perfect, I promise} has their best qualities. Sadly, those qualities don't mix well and she breaks down quite a bit more than she should
Paintjob ➳ Orange with neon green eyes and green microchip lines running horizontally down sides {It makes sense} and her name written it black on her tail fin, wings, and left side. She has twin propellers as well.
Overall Descripton ➳ ^^Above^^

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Crush, br/gf, or spouse ➳ "Pfft. No. Love is for the weak." Not yet but it might be Jigsaw
Children ➳ "What did I just say?" Nope
Kin ➳ "I'm an only child, thankfully, but my other family abandoned me at the hangars where I assume my dad worked but he retired so I never met him." No but considers Aero her sister

Personality ➳ "I've been around tough guys and gals my while life, literally, so I guess they kinda imprinted on my. I do have a soft side, though you'll never see it unless you somehow get close to me, which isn't easy."
History ➳ "I'd rather not talk about that with you."
Weaknesses ➳ "Not many things weaken me but... I can't stand ice or snow. It isn't fun to fly in. My everything is also made of many different planes and those parts don't like each other a lot so I break down quite a bit."
Strengths ➳ "Flying and racing, despite my bad engine and parts."

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Username ➳ salvage
Nickname ➳ cheetah, slavage, Greed, Winchester, Lucifer, or Aang
Theme Song ➳ Brothers by Vic Mognigna
Anything I forgot? ➳ I like pie...

I'll be adding another form here later for another plane.}

{You know why God cast me down? Because I loved Him more than anything. And then God created... You. The little hairless apes. And then He asked all of us to bow before you— to love you more than Him. And I said, "Father, I can't" I said, "These humans are flawed... Murderous!" And for that, God had Michael cast me to Hell. Now, tell me. Does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you, blame me for it.}

“ { Aero } { Female } { Nineteen } { Medic } ”

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Name ➳ Aero
Nickname ➳ None
Gender ➳ Female
Hometown ➳ Altus, OK
Currently Living ➳ She normally stays with F 2-1 as her personal medic so a Nomad
Age ➳ Nineteen
Occupation ➳ Medic

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Eye Color ➳ Orange
Make ➳ 2008 Dodge Charger
Paintjob ➳ She got a paint job so that she matches F 2-1 but her original paint job is electric blue with black accents.
Overall Descripton ➳ ^^Above^^

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Crush, br/gf, or spouse ➳ "I did back in Altus but since becoming F 2-1's personal medic, I haven't really had time for him." No
Children ➳ "Sadly, no"
Kin ➳ "I have siblings but we don't talk." No but considers F 2-1 her sister

Personality ➳ "Being a medic, I'm naturally caring and gentle but being around F 2-1 for so many years, I've developed an attitude towards those I don't know if they get on my nerves but I'm better at being nice to them."
History ➳ "..."
Weaknesses ➳ "F 2-1. And I wish I was a plane because then I would be able to keep up with F 2-1. She worries me when she tries to tough through her flying when her engine starts to give out."
Strengths ➳ "F 2-1, believe it or not."

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Username ➳ salvage
Nickname ➳ cheetah, slavage, Greed, Winchester, Lucifer, or Aang
Theme Song ➳ Brothers by Vic Mognigna
Anything I forgot? ➳ I like pie...

Finished!