Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Well I was getting worried you'd forgotten about it! Glad to have you back! OK I'm gonna... do some stuff here. XD I'm gonna move Finn, Abby, and Shadow to Propwash so they can get in on the action. I loved your Rush post though!))

Finn McMissile - Propwash Junction - Tags: Shadow, Abby

Finn drove surreptitiously through the crowds, or at least as surreptitiously as he could given his unique body style. He was wearing his usual customary small smile, and his green eyes swept from left to right. "All right..." He spoke softly, no one paying him any mind as he radioed the other two. "There's supposedly two American agents here we can make contact with. I'm going to be on the lookout for them. Just... blend in." he ordered, driving only a short distance ahead of them, but not so far they couldn't see him. He kept in sight mostly for Abby's sake, as he wasn't going to throw her into the pit alone here.

Oskar - Above Propwash Junction - Tags: Rush, Horah

Rush's words sliced into Oskar's underbelly, and he cringed a little here, blinking back some tears. "I did not. Many of us didn't... those in the upper echelons... and those running the camps... of course knew but... yes... you are correct... it was a sick viewpoint of perfection... an extreme one you might say. A belief not shaken off from the First World War... when war was believed to be a 'scientific' way of determining the superior race. It is... disgusting. And yes... it is good we lost... only the initial horror and shame weighed me down. I could not at first accept that not only had we lost... but that my country was responsible for such crimes as these... it was horrific..."

He glanced with a frown down towards the town. "Eh... yes... we must get back... otherwise..." But as he continued to speak... he didn't realize something drastic was about to occur...

Blade Ranger - Propwash Junction - Tags: Otter

Blade smiled. "Heheh... well... maybe we'll find a way to get you up there again. I'll be sure to spray you a little as I fly by, heheh." he chuckled here, beginning to back away. "See you soon!"

Dusty Crophopper - Propwash Junction - Tags: Aero, F 2-1, Lucas, Raven, Propwash Junction

"Well great! I'll be down shortly after the competition starts!" he promised them, given them a smile and a friendly nod.

"Dusty Crophopper, report to the airstrip. I repeat, Dusty Crophopper, report to the airstrip." Dusty blinked, his eyes wide as he heard his name being called over the loudspeakers. "I guess they're waiting on me! See you in a bit!" he called, turning and heading for the runway. Fortunately, most were in their spots on the bleachers by now, and Dusty was unimpeded for a large part as he made his way over and got ready to take off.

"Hey champ..." Blade greeted him warmly with a smile as he stood off to the side. "Ready to knock 'em dead?"

"Absolutely, Blade!" Dusty responded eagerly.

"Heheh... just do a better job of this show than you did during your training." Blade winked at him here, and Dusty gave him a sarcastic laugh.

"Ohohoho! I suppose I'll have to now! How about you? You actually up for doing a stunt show like this?" he teased.

"You forget... I was an actor before this. So yeah... I'm up for it." Blade smirked.

"Right well... here we go!" Dusty positioned himself on the runway, and started up his engine, his propeller beginning to rapidly spin as smoke puffed out of his exhaust ports. He narrowed his eyes, and launched himself forward, heading down the runway at a blistering pace, gaining speed before he lifted into the air, taking off and climbing as he began to circle around. He zoomed behind the bleachers, watching as Blade took to the sky as well, his rotors beating the air. As the firefighter came around, he met up with Blade, who gave him a small smile before letting him go on ahead.

Dusty unleashed part of his water tank as he flew over the runway, white fountains of spray cascading downward as he began to climb, starting to commence a loop as his water trailed after him, forming a stream in the sky as he gained altitude, climbing higher and higher before turning on his back and preventing a stall. He cut his tank off, and rolled over onto his belly, performing a few more rolls before he streaked high over the stands. He was almost like a stunt plane, nimble and agile in his movements.

Blade meanwhile turned in front of the bleachers, unleashing his water tank as well that would most certainly get the front rows a little damp as the wind blew rivulets and droplets in their direction. He smiled as he did so, pulling out and giving Dusty clearance as he came back in for another run. But as Dusty had dove to come in close past the bleachers, he could see a puff of smoke and a flash of orange off to his right. Gasping, he barely had time to react, banking hard to the left as what could only be described as a missile shot by him, the heat from its engine scorching his upper paintwork and causing him to swerve dangerously, eliciting cries and shouts from the audience.

Those who thought it might have been part of the show soon realized it wasn't when their reality was brought home with shattering force, the missile exploding with a concussive blast a ways beyond the bleachers. Now screams went up in horror as suddenly, cars began to panic and Dusty avoided killing spectators when he managed to weave back to the right, his wing barely missing a row. "What?" he gasped. "What's going on?"

"Champ! You OK?" Blade radioed to him.

"Yeah but... what's... oh my gosh!" he exclaimed, eyes wide as he saw several vehicles with missile launchers down below. "We gotta get the spectators out!" he urged. His mind whirled with a million thoughts, none of them coherent as he tried to make sense of it all.

Blade Ranger - Propwash Junction - Tags: Otter

Blade's mind was suddenly ripped towards Otter. He wouldn't be able to see! He could get seriously hurt by panicking vehicles! Blade dove back towards the stands, eyes searching frantically for the F-18. "Otter!" He called down to him. "Can you hear me? It's Blade!"

Finn - Propawash Junction - Tags: Shadow, Abby

As the missile streaked past Dusty, Finn's eyes shot open. "What?" he called, not expecting this at all! His eyes darted in the direction it had been fired, but saw several vehicles all brandishing weapons. "Code red! Civilians in danger!" he snapped into his radio. The weapon toting vehicles began opening fire towards the crowd, and Finn angrily drove towards one, slamming into his side and knocking him back. The vehicle spun towards him, and charged in, Finn hopping over him at the last minute. "Abby! Shadow!" Finn's submachine gun popped out of his side and he opened fire on the rear of the attacker, striking him multiple times and causing him to rapidly accelerate away, wounded. "Threat level red! Assume positions to preserve lives!"

Oskar - Above Prowash Junction - Tags: Horah, Rush

As the missile exploded, Oskar's eyes bulged and he felt his frame shaking. "No... no this can't... this can't be!" he gasped, watching in horror as the sleepy town started to erupt in chaos. "Herr Rush! Herr Horah! We must do something!" he exclaimed, the images of war flashing back through his brain, threatening to sear his mind with painful scars. "I... I will NOT allow this to occur!" He activated his rocket with a roar, and shot towards the town now. He had mere seconds to assess who the threats were, but his eyes were still sharp in his old age, and they pinpointed two vehicles who looked crazed and like they were purposely going to hurt others with their weapons. Oskar's eyes blazed as he lined himself up, jerking to the left to make a clean pass. He came in hot and fast, one of the attackers glancing up a second too late as Oskar zoomed towards him, crying out as he was "buzzed" by the Komet, the force of the pass tossing him onto his side and causing his gun to clatter away.

Oskar's burning rocket threw another vehicle against a building, slapping him against the stone with enough force to cause him to black out, his side smashed and his glass broken. The Komet had lined up his maneuver perfectly, having avoided harming anyone else as he began to climb to gain altitude... he knew he had 25 miles on this rocket... it would be enough...

((I don't particularly care what you do to the attackers, as this is kind of an open event to let those who want to shine. Just keep it realistic please. XD AND watch the overt violence, since it's against forum rules.))

[adelphi prime.]

{Oi! Didn't expect that, there, Welkin! I'm pretty darn excited about this!
I seriously have got two chickens of fighters here -both with good reasons, but still. ...and don't get Streak angry... you won't like him when he's angry.}

Blaze - Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: Nobody in particular

Shock reverberated through the helicopter as she processed what was going on. It took her a few seconds -disasterous already- before she could act. Her natural instinct was to take off into a hover, and she did so immediately. Assessing what she could of the scene, she knew for a fact she couldn't attack the offenders in the position she was at. As of the moment, it was easiest to start guiding the crowd away towards safety. Calling out in the chaos, she doubted anyone would listen, but it was still her job, and after all, this was action, even if it was drastic to be hoping for.

Rush - Above Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: Oskar

The first missile was something he never thought he'd see... something he'd dreaded was to be in battle once more. He couldn't -no- wouldn't harm anyone purposefully, not even an attacker such as the ones below. Dazed by just the thought, he couldn't quite grasp what was going on. Fear had gripped him in its cold claws and he found his wings were stiff and unable to allow him any action other than to run away. Subconciously, he scolded himself.

You're a fighter, not a runner. People might be -probablly are being- killed down there if you don't do anything.

But the thoughts were overpowered by fear, surfacing like a submarine in a tropical storm, seeking some sense in what was only chaos. The Corsair didn't think about Oskar, Horah, or anyone, just about getting away. If there was one emotion he felt, it was one of confusion and one of fear, the boundaries between the two growing muddier by the minute.

Otter - Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: Blade

The noise and screaming was the only thing Otter had to tell him what to do, and with the chaotic driving and swerving of other cars, it was impossible to tell which way to go without being killed in the process. Luka, he felt, kept running from underneath him to strain against her leash, barking and growling madly. The sounds themselves were enough to make him paralyzed with fear, but with Luka pulling against his wing one moment and hiding beneath him the next was concerning him more than anything. Cars and other vehicles kept clipping his wings in their fear. Because Otter was small -incredibly so for a plane of his type- there was no better way to put it than jostled in the panicking crowd.

Blade's voice was something steady he could support himself on -the only thing he could trust in the moment. "Y-yeah, I can hear you!" he shouted, trying to place where the voice had come from in the chaos, trying to position himself towards the sound. The only thing he managed to do was nearly run over his own dog, whose persistant barking didn't help his disoriented state.

Streak - Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: Nobody in Particular

Streak had all but fallen asleep next to the Fill N Fly and was jolted awake by the sound of the missle's explosion. His first reaction was one of confusion, but his second... his second was one of pure rage. Taking in the scene with eagle like eyesight, he assessed and computed what the problem was with animal sharp instinct. Whatever training he'd gotten for war so long ago in the world he'd come from came back to him in his wild anger. Ears back, teal eyes going red, and wings flaring, he charged down towards the stands where one of the attackers was firing. The sight of a dragon streaking at him was enough of a shock to cause the car to stop what he was doing. Roaring, Streak raised up onto his hind legs, taking a deep breath, and took a fatal shot a the vehicle. Spears of ice splintered through the air, taking down the car before it had time to react.

Whipping his neck around, Streak then tried to find another car responsible for the missiles now streaking across the sky, exploding into the crowd. Spotting another offender, he lept forwards, wings extended to gain a slight glide and get just above the wild crowd. The huge reptile this time grabbed the car's roof as he landed, pulling it over as he partially crashed into the wall of one of the stands. Ice breath was ready, but he refrained, knowing all too well that he could only breath so much of the stuff before he'd have to 'reload', as it were. Talons releasing the car for a moment, he yelped as a missile screamed past one wing, burning flesh as it just missed him. Another quickly followed, this time just over his head as he ducked. Without waiting, he slammed his talons into the car's hood, disabling it. Adreniline pumped through his viens as he took a needed breather, compelling him onward and controlling him. The dragon had nary a thought, lest it would obscure his ability to fight.

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Carlisle Propwash Junction Tags: Abby, Finn

Shadow had merged quite easily into the crowds, even admiring the airshow for a moment, though never forgetting why she was there. It was always hard to forget. She heard Finn's voice through the radio, and she swept her gaze round, nodding to a few spectators, looking like the aloof Toyota that no one approached. She made her way around the bleachers, keeping to the back, noting anyone that may have been looking in her direction, and trying to spot potential agents. She paused round the side, watched a plane and a helicopter make their way through the air, though her heart froze when a missile shot past the small plane, and seemed to explode somewhere behind her. She tensed up, squeezing her eyes shut and then looking around wildly, trying to see where it had come from. The sudden flurry of panicking cars made it VERY hard to see anything, though she reacted to Finns codes, and launched forward, almost herding cars away from where the shot came from, just in time to see Finn already confronting some cars.

She sped forward to help, though was met with a sudden barrier of other cars, causing her to frown, and her own gun activating at her side, to which she fired rapidly, hitting several of their hoods. She noted one was trying to aim another missile at those who were airborne, to which she drove forward, and smashed her hood into his side, sending him flying and tipping over multiple times. She drove at him again, sending him into a wall, and aimed another gun at him. He snarled at her, his missile launcher was now scattered away from him, a few feet from Shadow, as she edged toward it. It was here, another, slightly smaller car plowed into her side, causing the first car to move quickly, though was met with a bumper full of bullets as Shadow pushed away the second car.

"Finn, what's your co-ordinates? How many are we facing??" She demanded, the swarm of panicking cars and aircraft making it impossible to see anything.

[Titanic X 21]

Horah felt rage pulsing through his body as he sped down low, his massive wingspan making him seem like a giant bird of prey swooping in. He suddenly jerked to the right, one of his wings slamming into a nearby vehicle - one of the attackers - as he did a perfect knife edge, sending the vehicle off the bleachers and right for the ground below. The big Raptor hybrid didn't even notice the gruesome end as he peeled up and away, flipping around and lining up for another pass.

Something sleek and black darted by him. It was Spray, his eyes hard as he deployed his sprayer and unleashed a thick cloud of pepper spray, neatly dodging spectators with his sleek and agile airframe. He let out a final squirt of pepper spray, dousing one of the attackers right in the eyes with it. The vehicle howled in pain and rubbed at his eyes, but that gave the large jet the time he needed.

Horah came in low and fast once more, this time flicking a wing and flipping the car flat onto his roof before he came in hot and landed, landing gear extended to allow him to stand at his full height. Now he was able to see other vehicles coming in. "S***!" he swore.

[DreamFluent]

(I'm so sorry... I really haven't been on top of this RP lately... late starts at school are wonderful for catching up on stuff, though.)
Abby/Cecil
She didn't even have to wait for a command from Finn to know what to do; she'd gone on automatic mode for the majority of the time beforehand, not drawing much attention to herself, if any at all, but now wasn't the time for that. She drove in front of the Fill N' Fly, not drawing any weapons until she had a clear shot at any of the attackers, which took her a split second of concentration, but not before a BMW side-slammed one of the armed cars, creating a domino-like effect with about three of them that happened to be driving a little too close to each other. "Get out!" he called to the crowd, drawing a gun from his hubcap in precaution and glaring rather harshly at Abby when she didn't leave right away.

And that was when she got a clear shot. Activating a gun from her side panel, she fired at the fuel tank of one of the attackers, blowing it and a couple others sky-high in a fiery inferno, not having a clue where either of the others were.

Felix
After being simply awkward for a moment, realizing he really should have gotten back home by the time gunshots were being fired. Panicking like many of the other cars were doing, he sped out of the fuel station and hid behind one of the larger buildings, hoping that, more than anything, no one would notice.

Foxtrot (Lame post, I know...)
The second gunshots were fired, the F-18 put himself between the commotion and a few vehicles who were leaving through the back way, especially Blaze, who he figured needed protecting... anyone would have, really, but he was mainly thinking about her. Luckily no one was aiming for him specifically... some sort of large explosion stopped most of them.

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Heheh, well I'm glad everyone's back at least! And yeah, I can see you don't make Streak angry! XD Also since everyone's at Propwash now, I'll just omit the location tags XD))

Oskar - Tags: Rush

As Oskar climbed, he narrowed his eyes, seeing a helicopter nearby that seemed to be... hovering and perhaps relaying instructions to the attackers on the ground. He was speaking rapidly into a headset, and Oskar wasn't sure if this was a cop or not, but doubted it, since he seemed to be... coordinating for the cars if anything. His suspicions were all but confirmed when Oskar cut his engine and began gliding closer, noting that the chopper started to turn towards him now, and bullets whizzed by his cabin, Oskar blinking as he suddenly found himself under fire. Snarling, he activated his rocket, something the chopper didn't seem to be expecting, and soon, Oskar was firing his own guns, bullets stitching into the copter's side and causing smoke and flames to erupt as his engine was hit. Oskar zoomed over the rotating blades of the enemy, the black aircraft already starting to plummet to the ground as he let out a cry of anguish and shock.

Gaining altitude again, Oskar circled back towards the town as he saw the chopper explode on the ground. He was starting to gather his thoughts as he cut his engine, and looked around for Rush, but could see him still a long ways off... flying... the other way? "Herr Rush!" Oskar called into his radio, activating his rocket again for a quick burn. "Herr Rush! What are you doing? These people need our help!" He began drawing upon the seemingly fleeing plane rapidly from behind, his rocket ensuring the distance wasn't any problem for him. "Herr Rush! This is your home is it not? You must turn around! You are a veteran! You can fight!" he implored, cutting his engine again as he began gliding up behind the Corsair. "Please!"

Blade Ranger - Tags: Otter

Blade winced in shock as some... large blue creature suddenly slammed into a car near the bleachers, clearing them a path. "What...?" he gasped, taken by complete surprise. Was this thing... but no it couldn't be hostile... it seemed... to be helping them if anything! Forcing himself to shift his attention back to Otter, he called down to him. "OK! I'm gonna get you out of here! Follow my voice! I'm gonna stay above you so you can feel the wind of my rotors, all right? Just follow me! Turn to your right! 90 degrees! We're gonna go the same way you took to come up!" He eased himself gently forward, making sure the wash of his rotors was still in Otter's radius. "Down the ramp OK? You're first in line so go for it! If others push you, I'll push them back!" he encouraged.

"Just keep moving. You're gonna go straight at the bottom of the ramp! I'm gonna try to get you into cover! Agh!" he cried out as a missile exploded near him, throwing him to the right a bit and threatening to toss him onto his side. "Ugh! Try to stay low!" he said now, righting himself and bringing himself back onto Otter's track.

Finn - Tags: Shadow

Finn could hear Shadow asking him for his position, and he shot a grappling hook out, looping it around one of the columns of the Fill N' Fly, and using it to catapult himself forward, slingshotting himself around the pillar and bringing himself up to Shadow's side. "Right here!" he exclaimed, narrowing his eyes as a group of cars exploded nearby, courtesy of Abby's shot. "I'm not sure on the number of hostiles! Wasn't even expecting this to take place as a matter of fact! On your left!" he called out to her as a car charged towards her now. Finn activated his magnetic front wheels and slammed them into a car approaching from his right, which he then used to whip the car right towards the column, throwing him hard against the steel support beam with a sickening crash.

Damaged heavily, the car cried out, and though his body was twisted at an odd angle, he drove towards Finn again, so the spy deactivated his magnets and burned rubber as he headed right for the assailant. Leaping over him at the last minute, he landed on him, squirted oil right in his eyes and then delivered a powerful back kick with his rear tires as he drove off him onto the ground. The attack was faltering now, as perhaps the assailants hadn't expected such... fierce resistance from those around Propwash Junction. They had also lost their eyes in the sky thanks to Oskar, and were now fighting blind. Their attention was being diverted from the civilians, who were starting to flee, and were focusing more and more on the group of planes and cars that were fighting back.

Burning rubber some more, Finn drove towards Horah, as vehicles streaked towards the large plane. Drawing his gun, Finn took aim and shot the rear tires of one of them, causing him to sink on his lower end and come slowing down. Finn fired into two more, causing them to scream in pain as the bullets struck them from an unexpected direction. Activating his magnets once more, he latched onto first one, tossed him roughly into the second, and then concentrated on the third one, placing himself between Horah and the final attacker. Shooting his grapple out, Finn yanked the unsuspecting car towards him, slamming him against his heavily reinforced front bumper and knocking him cleanly out. "You all right?" he asked the big jet here.

Dusty Crophopper - Tags: No one

Dusty circled his town, horrified at the chaos breaking out all over the place. Missiles, guns, and explosions rocked the place, and Dusty cringed. Combat wise, he couldn't do much, but the second he saw a group of cars erupt thanks to Abby shooting their tanks, he made a beeline for the fire, noting it was uncomfortably close to the Fill N' Fly. That he COULD assist with at least! Zooming low, he released his water tank over the blazing heap of cars, dousing their flames and keeping them from setting off the volatile Fill N' Fly. Mayday was already out and about, siren wailing as he stood ready to contain any fires. He was helping direct civilians away from the worst of the areas, which was pretty much the center of town. He had already called for emergency services, though Dusty had radioed into nearby towns as well just to be on the safe side. This was... HIS town... HIS Propwash Junction! Why was this happening?

He climbed after dumping his tank, knowing he had about a third of it left now... he might need to reload though, but he was cut off from the firehouse thanks to the attackers being in the center of town. He'd just have to make it count next time. But still... he couldn't shake his initial panic... he'd been fired at first after all... had they been targeting him, or was this just an attack in general? He wasn't sure, but for now, he had to help as many as he could. Panic was being replaced slowly by anger... anger at this happening to his home and his friends. Flying in Blaze's direction, he began to fly over the lines of cars struggling to exit the town. "This way!" he called below to them. "It's quickest! Stay away from the town's center! This way!" he urged, flying in the direction he wanted them to go.

[Alfor]

(since the fight is still intense I'ma gonna throw in Aeris, Rosalie, and Wilson. PERFECT TIMING XD)

Jigsaw Redtail | Tags: none

Jigsaw's eyes had dilated dangerously as he heard gunshots. He rapidly checked his surroundings and spotted a group of attackers, probably a random group of terrorists, attacking the town. The old P-51D was immediately angered by this, how dare they attack the only place he found peaceful and called his home! His normal mellow, timid attitude was immediately 'thrown out the window' as he watched the scene in-front of him. He knew he had to do something to help, he had guns after all.

The P-51D rolled forward, revving his engine as loud as he could (which would be considered obnoxious if they weren't in this situation) and turning his six 50 caliber brownings on. A couple of the attackers startled as soon as they heard and saw the enraged warbird, the cowards bolting. He immediately fired on the ones who shot at him, guns roaring at a deafening volume.

Lucas and Raven Hollows | Tags: none

The two hybrids did not have weapons, but they were very effective in scaring away a few attackers with their propellers alone. It seemed like they knew how much damage a propeller spinning at full force would create. Raven was currently trying to herd spectators to safety, while Lucas bashed around some enemies with his wings. Messing with planes was definitely not a good idea when they could easily squash you. The bigger ones at least.

Lucas yelped as bullets suddenly hailed onto his left wing, twisting oddly to avoid getting any damage to the main and vital parts of his body. The male hybrid lowered himself to the ground before swinging his injured wing at the culprit, effectively smashing the front of the car. "Hehe, whoops. Didn't mean to strike that hard."

Aeris McMissile | Tags: none

Aeris, who had been visiting the town out of mere curiousity (and he needed socialization anyway), somehow ended up in the thick of the fight. He did not understand why the evil cars were going after him, but he didn't like it one bit. The small British car had his suspicions, thinking they may have been hired by those blasted lemons to capture him. But how was it possible for them to figure out where he lived? Maybe it was just a coincidence. Why always me?!

It was obvious that the little car was absolutely terrified, but he tried his best to hide it. He wouldn't let them win, not this time. He had already lost so much due to corrupted cars. His childhood, his home, and his family. Aeris would never forgive those cars for what they did. He was only four at the time, but he remembered everything. As he was attacked from behind, he used his small size to quickly swerve around and smacked the other with a tire...that had metal attached to it? Since when did he have THAT kind of technology? He shrugged it off for the time being, not wanting to get distracted by petty things. If he lost consideration they would probably take advantage and kill him on the spot.

He used his own hood as a battering ram at some point, wincing as the collision created a nasty dent on the right of his hood and his headlight cracked. Aeris growled in fright, pupils dilated with a wild look in his eyes. He was trapped by the enemy with nowhere to go. They had left no possible crack for him ram through.

(He had a couple of spy weapons built into him and I don't think /anyone/ knew about that. You can thank C.H.R.O.M.E. for that XD They always have some kind of plan up their tires lol)

Rosalie and Wilson Redwood | Tags: none

Rosalie was revving her engine and challenging the attackers, having a gun as her own for self protection. Her temper quickly snapped as she felt overwhelmed by the situation. Oh no...this was not good at all. Nobody angered the old Mustang without ending up with no less than a few dents. The enemy quickly scattered once she unleashed her fury in the form of bullets, trying to avoid being pelted. Oh boy was she a scary sight to behold. It was like someone unleashed Dark Lord Sauron on them!

Wilson was with the crowd of spectators, not much of a fighter. Although he had a temper just as nasty as his younger sister's, he didn't want anything to do with the fight. So instead he tried to calm down panicking citizens.

[Titanic X 21]

Horah - Finn

The large plane looked over at the vehicle who had called out to him. He was surprised to see a light blue Aston Martin there, but he brushed it aside. "Yeah. I'm fine," he said before he suddenly whirled his body around and grabbed a car in his teeth, tossing the vehicle to the side in a crumpled heap of metal. He looked back just in time to see Spray flying down low, his guns blazing as he cut a path to another car, hitting him right in the windshield.

The sleek black plane landed and looked over. "That guy was gunning for ya," he said, his brown eyes revealed as he flipped his tinted visor up.

"Thanks, kid," Horah remarked.

He shot a glance back at the blue car. "And you are?"

[adelphi prime.]

Rush - Tags: Oskar

The Corsair slowed down, too afraid of what he'd see if he turned around. "There's nothing I can do back there. I don't have your speed or tactics, and I'm lacking bullets." His voice was drenched in shame. "The only thing I'd be doing is hindering those who need to get away." At this point they were a good mile away from Propwash, and he banked a bit to turn back, feeling the need to be there somewhat now, even if he couldn't do anything.

Streak - Tags: Aeris

This was not the time to relax, but the time for action, to allow his body to do as it must to protect and defend himself and others. Scaning across the scene, the dragon saw a small car -a very small car- being surrounded. Any moment longer and he'd be dead. Taking off at full speed, he lept gracefully across towards the car and its attackers, a roaring scream sounding from his throat as he lept upon one of the cars. His weight was enough to damage the car, knocking it out in seconds. Gathering the last of his frost breath, he released wicked shards of ice onto and into another two of the enemy. The multitude of the attackers was shocking as two more took their places. Growling and taking a defensive posture, knowing he was out of ice, he made himself look even larger than he already was, ears forwards and eyes glowing seagreen. The dragon's tail wrapped halfway around the small car as he paced, ready for anything. One wrong move and any of the cars would be crushed metal within seconds. The cars looked uncertain, glancing back at their unconcious comrad. Looking for directions from their leader, it seemed, they were suspended in confusion. Hardly thinking, he roared in a voice nearly incoherent, "Get back you monsters!" Snapping his jaws dangerously close to one of the cars' hoods, he managed to scare at least one more off. "Before I make a meal of you," he added, trying to turn his goofy smile into one of eager wickedness.

Otter - Tags: Blade

It was hard to focus in the ruckes and the noise, and the F-18 kept jumping at the explosions. Luka actually nipped his tire at one point, and although it wasn't painful, it was enough to tell him to get going. Now. "Right!" he called, but his voice broke in his throat as he heard the ear shattering explosion of a missle. "Blade! Blade! You alright?!" He had no way of knowing which way to go at this point, trying to figure out his left from right at the moment was impossible as his mind turned over and over what was playing in his ears, trying to compute whatever it could. To make some sense of the confusion.

[Alfor]

Aeris McMissile | Tags: Streak

Aeris flinched violently when a large creature came out of nowhere and breathed frost at the enemy...of all things! He mentally groaned, wondering what mess he got himself into this time. How he was still alive was a complete mystery. The little car hadn't realized that he had cringed and closed his eyes thinking he was done for. However, nothing happened. Aeris slowly opened his eyes and was beyond surprised to find the odd creature protecting him. The creature had wrapped his tail halfway around him, which wasn't really a hard thing to do, and was threatening the attacking cars. He blinked in utter amazement. 'Well that's certainly a surprise...'

(Aeris is adorable like a little bunny :'D)