Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[Dusty Crophopper]

((And I'll be adding Skila to my repertoire of characters! I'm playing her with permission from Kanzu. ))

Miles - Tags: Shinn

"Ahh I see." He smiled now, understanding. "Yeah the favelas are no laughing matter. Don't ever go up there... it's not worth the trouble of actually seeing how those people live, unfortunately." He outright laughed at Shinn's next story, both because it was somewhat humorous, and because of the rather big flub the MiG mix made. "Hahahaha! I see!" Miles guffawed. "I bet that was... well I'd like to see you angry! And I think you mean PORTUGUESE not Brazilian, right mate? There's no such thing as a Brazilian language, as they all speak Portuguese down there!" He chuckled, shaking his front, but smiled at the jet all the same. "I picked it up somewhat myself when I was down there. Não é uma linguagem terrivelmente complicado. É uma das línguas românicas depois de tudo. Tem um certo charme para ele." he grinned at Shinn here, showing off his use of the language a bit here in an unashamed manner.

"I love studying foreign languages... since I traveled a lot for my business and for pleasure, I'd pick up quite a few on my travels. Como sobre você? How about yourself?" Miles asked, grinning once more.

Skila - Tags: Kind of Everyone

Skila was in absolute paradise: she was smiling as she wore dark sunglasses over her cockpit, her eyes closed as she relaxed on the beaches of Ipanema. It was perhaps coincidence or maybe fate that she was vacationing in Rio with a few of her squadron mates for a good two weeks. The sun sprayed over her body, and sure, she knew she'd be getting some looks from the locals, but she didn't mind. She could more than handle herself in any sort of situation.

She was settling into the sand, burrowing down and nearly falling asleep as the sun lulled her into a tired, restful state. Her mind was drifting... drifting to the past before she was wrenched out of restfulness by the voice of someone nearby. "See that?" It was the voice of Ibex, and Skila cracked her eyes but didn't see anything but the sand and waves.

"See what?" she asked here.

"Over Sugarloaf... black jets inbound." She could hear the whine of jet engines now, and wrinkled her face a little.

"So what?" she inquired, sounding annoyed.

"Well it's just... they seem to be... coming this direction... some show from the Brazilian Air Force maybe?" Ibex pondered.

"No idea... if it is... it's gonna ruin my attempt at napping." But silence proceeded her statement, and she glanced over at Ibex here. "WHAT?" she asked, then finally looked up to where he was looking. Those jets... they were getting closer... diving... right towards the beach.

"Uhhh I don't think that's... normal.... they don't have any insignia..." Ibex trailed off here.

There were eight of them... all flying in a V formation. Skila frowned, her heart rate increasing now as it looked as if those jets were heading right for... "Da***T! IBEX! MOVE!" she called, activating her engines as bullets began stitching into the sand right towards them. She barely managed to roll forward towards the water as she felt the sand kicked up in great spurts shower behind her. A sharp pain suddenly cut through one of her rudders, and she cried out in agony as red engulfed her vision. "Agh!" She turned hard right, and began throttling up to take off as the jets whizzed by overhead. "Who are these guys?" she asked no one in particular. "Hey! Hey! Move! Out of the way! Clear the way! Move!" she shouted to the beach goers, who gave her panicked looks and began driving left and right as she started to take off. She wasn't sure if she was leaking any fuel or not, and only hoped her hydraulics hadn't been cut back there...

She rocketed down the beach, sand blowing up in swirls behind her as she roared into the sky, retracting her landing gear right as she saw the enemy bogies making a turn back towards... wait... HER? SHE was a target here? But... why? She barely had time to think before a missile was streaking towards her, the black jets appearing to be F-22 Raptors. She gasped, and barrel rolled over the missile in time, but felt its heat scorch her paint as it passed by. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she angrily snapped, but received no response. She was only very lightly armed, carrying no missiles and having only half her magazine capacity for her guns. She knew she was currently no match for these guys...

"Mayday! Mayday!" she called, broadcasting on an open frequency. "This is Skila from Warhawk Squadron! I am being attacked by unknown bogies! Requesting immediate assistance from anyone capable! Please respond!" she said as she heard two more missiles fire off at her. "Da***t!" she called, banking hard left in the direction of Sugarloaf Mountain. She had to get away from them... somehow! Maybe she could try and lose them in the mountains outside town! Her distress call would be picked up by the incoming CHROME jets... including Sid... and anyone else listening... but as she banked she felt the pain in her rudder, and she winced, knowing she wouldn't be getting out of this one in an easy fashion...

Finn - Tags: Sid, Aeris, Streak, Radar

Finn picked up Radar's radio message, and responded. "It was the last known location of several of these vehicles before they flew to the US... I'm thinking... we might find some clues there." Finn responded before he suddenly picked up Skila's distress call. "Sid? What's going on?" he asked, driving forward a bit and trying to pull up the screen that would show Sid's point of view from out the front of the plane. "Is someone being attacked?"

Blade - Tags: Otter, Doc

Otter was saying nothing... he just seemed... spooked and... well horrified. Blade's heart sank and he... hesitated here, then nuzzled Otter gently. "Hey... what's happened?" he asked softly. "Otter... you gotta tell us..." But before he could continue, Skila's distress call came in over his radio, which was on currently. He gasped a little at this, and wasn't really sure what this was about until wait... that name! Skila? Warhawk Squadron? Was that... it couldn't be!

"Wait... Otter is that...?" he asked, trailing off here as he could be sure. "Is that... SKILA? Did you hear that?" he asked, unsure if Otter's own radio had been turned on or not. "What is she even doing here? Is it... is that HER?" he asked, completely confused.

Oskar - Tags: Rush

As the distress call came in, Oskar frowned, and darted his vision out the window. "Wait... what? Someone's in trouble? Hey! Maybe we could launch out the back of this jet!" he said now, knowing it had a ramp. That would be... risky though, as the jet would have to slow... and they'd have to get enough speed themselves. For Oskar it wouldn't be an issue... with his rocket, he could gain speed like nobody's business in mere seconds flat. For Rush though... it might be another story. "What do you think, Herr Rush? Or should we just let... this jet handle it?"

[ShadowWolfCelica]

((Late to the party as usual. Um, im kind of running a bit low on... motivation and ideas right now, so i'm not sure whether to skip my turn.))

[ZAFTPrime]

Shinn - Tag: Miles

"Hah! My mistake!" Shinn laughed. "I never was good at language identification. But as for what I do know, I do speak Japanese, mainly because I watched anime growing up, and Russian. Well, I can swear in it, but I don't know half of what the stuff means. My dad is the same way. He swears in Russian, but can't understand what the h*** he is saying. Only my grandpa knows, and he ain't saying what the words mean. I do speak a bit of German though as well. I was on shore assignment in Germany for six months and I found the language so interesting I took it up a bit in my free time."

The MIG mix found he had quite a bit in common with the Range Rover, and he liked that. "I like we have some things in common." He added with a grin. "But trust me, you don't want to see me mad. It isn't a pretty sight."

Doc - Tags: Blade, Otter

Doc looked confused before he realized something else was going on. Peering out a window, he was able to see a jet under attack by other jets. "Someone's under attack!" He exclaimed in shock.

Sid - Tag: Finn

Sid perked up at Finn's question. He had seen the attack alright. "Yes. It's a female jet. There're black F-22 Raptors after her! She needs help!" He then sighed. "Finn, should I head to intercept and help?" He hoped the spy car would allow it. A jet under attack was not making for a good day so far...

[Titanic X 21]

Horah - Skila (sorta), Finn

The large F-22 Raptor swore out in Hindi as he picked up the attack on his radar. He was very tempted to peel off and assist, but first things came first. He got on the line with Finn.

"Finn! Horah here! Requesting permission to engage the bogies attacking that female jet!" he said. He hoped to Chrysler that the spy would allow it.

Radar - Skila

The AWACS heard the panicked message and frowned, activating his radar and expanding the range, locking onto the bogies. He could count a fair number of bogies. He got on the comm line to her and Finn, along with Horah, Sid, and the rest of the fighters in their group.

"Skila, we have received your message and are inbound to provide backup!" he said, his deep baritone full of reassurance. Then he switched to a private frequency the group was using.

"All aircraft, this is Harrison-1!" he remarked, switching to his call sign. "We've got fifteen bogies engaging the jet! All aircraft are to prepare to render assistance!"

He heard Horah's request and hoped that the spy was willing to allow them to help her.

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow - Tags: Dusty

"I'll talk things over with Finn, i can see about getting you a bit of training and fitted with some non lethal weapons. Then you can stand on your on.... landing gear" She said here with a grin, glancing to his pontoons. The turn in conversation made her bite her lip a little, twisting her tire. "It does... kinda haunt me. It's not nice.... i wouldn't wish it up in anyone...." She uttered here looking down.

Her smile returned when he brightened up, motivated by his happiness. "You DO want to explore it?" She asked here, looking to him eagerly, perhaps with too much eagerness if she was honest. She noted that she seemed to be being a bit too forward, so reeled herself back in, watching him intently. "So.... i am kinda curious, you say you would never have thought of.... going with a car, so.... why the interest in me?" She smirked here, looking to him out the corner of her eyes, though finding herself heat up again. "If... if you don't mind me asking!"


The distress call dragged the Celicas interest immediately, understanding the terms used and what seemed to be being radioed through. Someone one sounded like they were big attacked. Her agent mode stepped in, moving from Dusty's side. "Stay here, don't follow me. You need to stay in the safety of the jet here, with no weapons, you would be a target."She instructed here, making her way to the main door here, knowing that what she was doing was risky anyway.

"Finn, im responding to the distress signal, im activating my flight mode" She said through her radio to him, telling him what she was doing as opposed to asking. Within seconds, a small beeping was heard, as a pair of wings seemed to emerge from Shadow's panels, a tail suddenly appearing too. She pulled down a lever here, the door to the jet slowly opening, the wind blowing about the cabin with a furious howl. She drove to the edge, leering over the edge, before feeling her tank drop. She saw the height, and saw how close she could be from... death" She froze up here, unable to make a move as her engine burned, unsure as to whether or not she could go....

[adelphi prime.]

{Shadow, don't sweat it. Just do what you can. ^^}

Rush - Tags: Oskar

Rush glanced across the cabin, trying to judge if he'd be able to pick up enough speed or not. It looked risky, but if nothing else he could be able to dive to pick up speed -they were high enough for that. Even so, he would be vulnerable during that short time. Sighing, he glanced at the window, where he could just manage to see an F-22 slice through the air. That was another problem. Oskar might be able to outfly one of the bogies, but if a plane started chasing Rush's tail he'd be shot down within seconds -not to mention he'd still neglected to ask Finn for any kind of ammunition. "I think that's up to you, but I have no chance or choice in the matter."

Otter - Tags: Blade, Doc

Skila's voice was enough to knock him out of one sense of shock into another. "I heard it! That was her!" he listened closely for whatever he could, knowing full well that he couldn't assess the current situation visually. "What's going on?" Otter was desperate to know how she was doing -what exactly was happening. It couldn't possibly be because of Pike, could it? He shoved the thought aside, near paniking, he yelped, "What is happening!?"

[Dusty Crophopper]

Miles - Tags: Shinn

"Haha... yes we do have a few things in common, don't we?" he asked, smiling here. "I pick up languages pretty quickly, but they say that's... a part of my mind I use more often than others... or something." he said, shrugging his wheels here. The distress call came in though, and Axlerod's eyes widened at this. "What? Wait... there's... there's someone in trouble out there?" he drove over to the windows to try and see. He didn't have a radio, but by now, alerts were going off on all the spy jets. "Huh... I see planes flying around out there but... nothing I'd be able to identify! What do you think?" he asked Shinn, motioning him over here.

Finn - Tags: Sid, Aeris, Streak, Radar, Horah

Finn was bombarded my multiple messages at once, asking him for permission to engage. "Yes! Of course! All forces engage!" he ordered. "Those that are capable of doing so! Be careful of civilian targets though! We are fighting over a HIGHLY congested and populated city! Do NOT take the shot if it would endanger others on the ground! Make sure you're selective on where you perform shoot downs! We don't want to end up killing more innocents in our crossfires after all! Civilians are NOT collateral damage in this!" he commanded.

"Sid! Take us in! I want a better look at this and... see if these F-22s are indeed from the very same group we're hunting!" he spoke up now to just the jet. "The fact this is happening here... too coincidental! Looks like our intelligence was correct!"

Skila - Tags: Radar

Radar had failed to identify himself, so Skila had no idea who was responding to her, but she was grateful for it all the same. "Uh, thanks!" she responded. "But I've got serious trouble here! There's at least eight on my tail and I have no missiles! I'm only half-capacity on my magazines as well! Think I've sustained damage on my right rudder too!" she gave him the SitRep, and shot towards Sugarloaf, hoping to move around it and buy herself some time. Bullets suddenly started whizzing by her, and she knew she was dead unless she could put some distance between herself and her attackers.

Her eyes shot open as she saw cables from the cable car up to Sugarloaf in front of her now, and she dove under them at the minute, cursing her stupidity in leading her attackers straight for it and putting civilians at risk. But then again, she was in a battle, and she barely had time to react to anything as more missiles suddenly started streaking towards her. "Ugh!" she exclaimed, banking hard left around the mountain and hearing the satisfying sounds of explosions behind her as they detonated against the mountainside. She only hoped no one had been killed back there...

She had to turn right though to try and head towards the mountains and the jungle... She cried out as pain shot through her as she tried to bank right. "Agggh!" She felt there must've been a hole either in one of her hydraulic lines or else her rudder itself because turning did NOT feel good! "What's your position?" she radioed to whoever it was that had spoken. "How many do you have? I'll try to lead them to you!" Bullets suddenly slammed into her right engine and she yelled out again, knowing that for the moment... it probably wasn't fatal. They had impacted near her tail... right near the burner so... chances were they'd been incinerated the moment they'd hit her but still... this wasn't good! She needed help and fast!

Dusty - Tags: Shadow

As Shadow moved to fly off into the unknown, he winced, closing his eyes as she opened up the ramp and let in noise as air was rapidly being sucked out of the cabin. "Shadow!" he called. "Wait!" Fortunately she hadn't opened the door at an altitude Dusty couldn't breath at, but for her, it might be another story. They had already been descending thanks to their approach into Rio, but Dusty rolled up to her all the same. "You can't just... hold on!" But she suddenly activated her plane... wings? He blinked. "Shadow?" he asked, not expecting that.

But he could see her hesitating... reversing a little bit even, and he stared at her, wondering what was up. "Shadow! You got this! I think I should launch too though! Maybe provide some extra eyes or something!" he stated here. "And you have a flight mode? How cool is that!" he exclaimed, smiling. "Wait... something wrong?" he asked, noticing her... hesitation.

Oskar - Tags: Rush

"Why not?" Oskar asked, jerking his gaze over to the Corsair now. "Herr Rush! I can back you up! I know against those jets you don't stand a chance if one gets on your tail but... I can provide backup! Be your wingman! I can somewhat keep up with those clowns! I can't exactly match their top speed, as I suspect that's somewhere around 1,000 mph faster than what I can go, but their battle speed I can do! I'll keep them off you if you want! I'll gain altitude and watch over you from above! You have a choice in this, ja?" Oskar wasn't aware of the lack of ammo Rush had... but they were sitting in flying arsenals too, as their jet was equipped with everything they'd need to fight back if they so chose to take advantage of it.

Blade - Tags: Otter, Doc

"Hold on Otter! Hold on! I'll check!" he was pulled over to the window by the sounds of explosions anyway... and only hoped that Skila hadn't been...

Craning right to see, he tried to spot what was going on. "I see... I think that might be her! She's over by that tall mountain thing! That uh... I dunno pinnacle thing! She's being chased by uh... fighters! F-22s I think! She's really trying to outmaneuver them though! I see bullets! And missiles! All coming from her attackers! They just exploded a few against the mountain but... there she is! She made it through! If that is her that is! Sheesh! This isn't what I'd call a fair fight!" Blade exclaimed, noting how many seemed to be pursuing her. "I don't... see much else... just her and them... looks we're starting to hopefully engage though..." he said here, trailing off.

[Titanic X 21]

Radar - Skila, Finn

Radar nodded. "Right! Harrison-1 out." He finally contacted Skila again.

"Skila, this is Harrison-1. We are about five minutes out, and one of my associates is making his way over to assist! He is an F-22, but he will be with the Jolly Wrenches. Keep an eye out for his rudder design," he said, his calm voice seeming to soothe her down, or so he hoped. "We are approaching from one-two-zero, distance thirty!"

His radar dish's extra range allowed him to gain a feed on the fight, and he was slightly impressed by Skila's ability to dodge and fight, even with limited ammo. Still, she needed the help, and he frowned. "Three more fighters inbound from your location, additional forces on standby!" he radioed. "Just stay calm!"

Horah - Finn, Skila

The big jet nodded and engaged his afterburners, pulling away from the flight and rocketing by, startling one of the attacking F-22s. His eyes narrowed behind his visor as he engaged his machine gun, blasting with the bullets and chasing the plane away from the other jet. He adjusted his engines and blazed past, his thrust vectoring allowing him to turn and match the other F-22s as they saw him.

Horah wasn't willing to engage his missiles unless there was no other choice. So he decided to go for another, more unconventional approach: Close Quarters Combat, which in a dogfight was very rare. Most modern planes tended to rely on their hardware, and as such, had no real idea of how to fight in CQC when out of ammo. But Horah did. An old friend of his grandfather's had taught him, and as such, he was a nightmare with his strength.

He sped in close, his large wing just clipping an attacking F-22 and sending the plane spiraling out of control before he righted himself and blasted for the larger jet. Horah was one step ahead though, turning sharply and firing his gun, nailing the plane in the cockpit. The end result was not pretty. But even so, he was only one jet against fourteen others.

He hoped that the others were coming soon to aid them. Even Radar, he thought.

[ZAFTPrime]

Sid - Tag: Finn

"I think you may be right. Moving to engage. I hope you are all strapped in in there. This may get a bit rough." The jet warned as he turned to the fight. Activating his communications, he spoke to the female jet. "Hang on, miss. We're moving to engage the bogeys." He said to her.

Shinn - Tag: Miles

The MIG mix peered out and gasped as he saw what was going on. "Miles, I'm heading out to help. I will be back though." He assured the Range Rover before he turned and proceeded to head for the ramp, which was now opening. A grin was on his face as he engaged his engines and took off from the ramp into the air.

"Shinn Machwing, moving to engage." He said as he contacted Finn. As soon as he said that, Shinn used his stealth abilities and managed to get the jump on one F-22. He opened up with a salvo of bullets, the tactic just a ploy to get the other jet into range for a nasty surprise. Shinn smirked as he then unleashed a missile at the guy's rudder assembly. The tactic worked. There was nothing but a burning hulk falling to the ground away from the city.

He frowned when he saw another jet trying to surprise him. Shinn made sure he was facing away from the city before he opened fire with his gun. The bullets hit home on the unknown jet, but the battle was not through yet.

Doc - Tags: Blade, Otter

The Hudson Hornet looked out the window as well. "I can see others moving to engage those guys as well. I think she will be alright, but we need to take those guys out first, and fast." He said as he kept an eye on the battle.

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow - Tags: Dusty

She heard his calls, something inside her responding to some degree as she stopped, not wanting to just.... leap out. She glanced to him for a Moment somewhat spurred by his comments. "I just.... I'm not so sure about just dropping into the sky.....: She admitted here, tensing her jaw. She closed her eyes and took a breath in.. she rather hoped she wasn't just stupid. Within a few seconds she pushed her engine to its max, the plane mode activating her jet engines before roaring loudly, allowing her to drive forward, simply dropping out the plane. Her form fell through, and for a few heart stopping moments, it was just her and the air, tthe air whipping around her, ssurrounding all her senses before. ......

Her engine then roared again, causing her to shoot forward now,the wind resisting her, though no match for the horse power she has gained. She spared forward, not doing to look down as she began to radio through to the distressed plane.

"The is Agent Carlisle of CHROME, assistance is on its way!" She called to her through the radio, pushing forward now.