((Well I'm glad you enjoyed it.

And because I couldn't resist throwing Skipper in here... XD))
Oskar - Tags: Rush"I see... so you blame yourself for him pitying you... taking your pain and burdens onto himself. And you... have... survivor's guilt I see." Oskar stated, nodding his front once. "If the whole squadron egged him on then... then it was a squadron decision and a squadron mistake. But Herr Rush... you suffer from what I do... the notion that I should be the one that fell from the sky... not my comrades. Not the young kids... I know how little of an impact I truly had on the war... I shot down a few bombers but so what? I didn't spare the cities, and it didn't silence the screams of thousands of civilians who died in the fire-bombings of my country. I ask myself every day... what silences the screams? What brings peace to me?"
He looked at Rush here, softening. "I think... I think it's the ability to relate to veterans like you... to share our stories... to know that we were not alone... and are not alone for that matter. We have our shared experiences... and we have... us. The survivors. Does it stop the screams? No... but does it lessen them? I think... I think every little bit that every time I do this... it does yes. I've come to think over the years that maybe they shouldn't be silenced... death is inevitable in war... and all deaths are violent. They should be remembered for how they died. But to blame ourselves for surviving... does it really do ourselves any good to inflict such pain on ourselves 70 years later?" he asked the Corsair.
Before he could continue, a gruff voice cut him off, and he kept his mouth shut, tensing up as he saw another Corsair roll up to them now. "Rush! What are you doing getting all cozy with that... that
German?" Skipper asked, narrowing his eyes as he looked the two of them over. His voice was dripping with disdain on that last word. "Their kind isn't welcome here... at least not in my vicinity. I saw you take off with him earlier... what's going on?" he inquired, eyes still narrowed.
Blade - Tags: OtterBlade relaxed and broke into a smile as Otter tried to reassure him about his mistake. "Yeah... I'm sorry Otter. I shouldn't have been so insensitive! I just... you know you got habits that are hard to break, and there you go." Blade rolled his eyes, and sighed. "I should've been more aware of your situation. I mean... you know I still can't... imagine it, and I want to be supportive, not making stupid slips like that. So I'm glad you didn't take offense to it. I mean it's one thing for me to sit here and say stuff like that, and another for you to hear it all, heheh."
He thought about something now. "Say... we gotta find you a job, don't we? That's what you came here for after all! You seem like you got a sharp mind, and I'm willing to bet..." He stopped talking though as Dusty began speaking over the loudspeakers, and turned in the direction of the podium to face him and hear what he had to say.
Dusty Crophopper - Tags: Everyone in earshot"Uh..." Dusty spoke into the mic now, his voice coming over the loudspeakers. "Hi everyone. I'm Dusty Crophopper... the plane... a lot of you came to see me today. If I could just have your attention for a few brief minutes... I won't take up much of your time." He paused, looking out at everyone. "I just wanted to say that... that this attack caught me by complete surprise... it took all of us by surprise. I never... never in my wildest dreams thought I'd EVER see anything like this in my hometown... ever! All I can say is... I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened. I feel responsible, even though... even though I know I'm not..." His voice was meek at that last part, and he seemed to shrink a little here. "For all of your pain and suffering... and... to those that have lost their life today... I can only apologize. I'm going to donate my earnings from the show to your recovery... to covering your medical bills... it's the least I can do for my fans and supporters. I'm gonna set up a donation in my name to any others who would like to contribute to helping us heal... and helping us move on."
He gulped here, swallowing hard as he continued. "I... I wish this had never happened... but we need to come together now... all of us. We must band together as a community. Because this isn't just about my community and hometown... it's about the community all of you form as my fans and supporters. You all came here today to see me perform... and it's that... sense of community we have that makes us strong... or so I feel." He was running out of ideas, as he wasn't really a speech giver or speech composer. "I just don't ever want us to give that up. We aren't going to be intimidated by this. We stand together... and I... I'm going to get to the bottom of this!" he insisted. "For your sakes! Thank you for coming today... and I'm sorry. I just... thanks for being part of my community. I'd be nothing without you guys... and I mean that. Please... please donate to the recovery effort. We all need your help to pull through this for the wounded... for the traumatized... thanks. Thanks for being who are you. Thank you all for believing that you can do more than what you were built for..." He backed away now, unsure what else to say, and left it at that as he rolled down the platform and closed his eyes, his heart racing and his brain whirling. He sighed, and tried to focus... tried to get his racing heart and mind under control... even as he felt the tears start to slide down his sides once again...
Finn - Tags: Aeris, Doc, Lightning, SprayFinn waited for Dusty's speech to finish up, and fixed Doc with a glare. "Why didn't you let me know? I'm supposed to know all American agents on this station! We're working together after all... not against each other! What were you hoping to gain by concealing such information? A car comes back from the dead... sounds like... a fantastic tale, no? I had no idea you worked for the FBI. You should've shown me some form of identification sooner! Could've avoided all this!" Finn chided.
Miles Axlerod - Aboard a jet - Tags: No OneMiles had been led out of Belmarsh blindfolded and under heavy security. Completely blacked out, he knew he'd been loaded onto a jet of some sort, but when the blindfold was removed, he blinked, the light hurting his eyes. "Agh! Where... where am I going?"
"Can't tell." responded a fancier looking car. "If you knew that... could lead to others trying to spring you." Miles looked around the interior of the cabin, and noticed others around him... most likely agents guarding him.
"Am I being... transferred?" he asked, looking around with a raised brow. "OW!" he exclaimed, feeling a sharp pain in his lower undercarriage. "What was that?" He tried to turn, but found he was locked into his seat.
"Just a precaution... you try to run... we blow you up." The fancy looking car (which Miles pegged as a Daimler) spoke with a smirk.
"WHAT?" the Rover gulped here, eyes widening to the size of tires. "But I..."
"You have to understand... you're a priority for us... escaping would do no one any good... and this way... we can ensure you have no... urges shall we say, to drive off." the Daimler explained.
"Blimey... I didn't really think..." Miles noticed a window to his right that he could barely see... but he could discern nothing but clouds and blue skies out there. "I'm afraid I still don't understand..."
"You aren't meant to... yet. Just relax and enjoy the ride..."
"Yes... I see..." Miles gave off an uneasy smile, and looked around, trying to take in what he could of his surroundings, and wondered just where he was going...