
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.
