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Unfriendly Skies; The Grey Knights on tour! (open)
Topic Started: May 8 2009, 03:58 PM (344 Views)
Dominique
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It seemed to be an ordinary day at the Nova Oasis Airport. People came and went as usual, frustrated and unsatisfied by the rigid, impenetrable security coupled with the nonchalant, inefficient method of baggage carrying. Women talked at the food court and men waited at the bar, slowly becoming too intoxicated to be let on board. Little did the unsuspecting airport customers know that headed their way was a force of nature prepared to unleash its hell-born fury upon them all. As they went about their day, a black Boeing X-85C private passenger scramjet was quickly harrowing in to the nearest runway, having already requested an emergency landing. Running at multi-mach speeds, the plane was definitely having problems as it shook from left to right, its lights flickering on an off and the engines cutting in and out. The control tower had been attempting to establish the nature of the problem, but the radio had already gone dead and further contact had yet to be made.

As the experimental private aircraft came within a few dozen miles, the air-traffic controllers gave the signal to put the airport in a state of total alert. An alarm went out across the runway and terminal, forcing all unnecessary personnel and vehicles off the tarmac. Inside the terminal, passengers became nervous, but stayed calm; huddling together with their families, praying it wasn’t some terrorist threat or horrible disaster. Security teams, as well as whatever ambulances and emergency crews were available were quickly scrambled, waiting a short distance off the path, prepared for the worst.

“There it is!” One of the policemen shouted as the large, black jet barreled into view. Luckily, as it neared them, they began to notice it slowing down. The crew steadied themselves; they needed to be able to leap at a moments notice if the plane should still not make it. The scramjet lowered its landing gear, rattling now and again, but keeping its electrical and engine functions under control as it closed in on the tarmac. Though it was still somewhat above ideal speed, it aggressively touched down, bouncing painfully as it smacked the ground. The brakes deployed and burning rubber slowed it down, sending it skidding down past several terminals where frightened men, women and children waited inside. Slowly, but surely, it reigned in its speed, coming to an uncomfortable, but effective stop. The police and firemen began moving quickly to surround the unidentified aircraft, when it suddenly began moving again.

The scramjet turned quickly, now facing the other end of the runway. It lurched forward with a few quick bursts of clumsy speed, lining itself up with one of the airports docks, successfully coming to a complete and comfortable landing. The officer who originally spotted the plane was now more confused than ever, when a messenger from inside the airport suddenly ran up behind him.

“Officer, their radio’s back online, we’ve re-established contact. There’s no need to be alarmed, it’s a foreign diplomat from the United Kingdom, they say they had some electrical issues, but everyone on board is safe, for now we should just-“ he was interrupted suddenly as a loud, audible boom came from the dock. The door of the plane flew off and ripped through the thin metal that made up the roof of the walkway, landing a few yards from the officer. The policeman gave him a snarky look before making a break towards the airport entrance.

Inside, those standing at the gate where the private aircraft had made its emergency docking screamed as the skyway suddenly exploded, sending the door of the aircraft hurdling into the sky. Many quickly ran off, leaving only the desk personnel and few brave passengers behind to see what would come out in the wake of such an event. The smoke was thick, but they could hear voices coming closer towards the gate. One appeared to be that of a young boy’s, while the other was unquestionably female…and angry.

“You KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE FLYING!” She shouted, louder than she needed.

“But Aurelia, you need to calm down, this isn’t keeping a low profile! Think about what our leader would think, this isn’t what she intended at all when we she told us to take a vaca-“ the younger boy pleaded, his voice soft, but reasonable.

“We shouldn’t be taking a damn vacation at ALL! This is HORSESHIT!” The other one interrupted, “You KNOW she’s just kicking us out so she can work on her stupid goddamn experiments. AND SHE KNOWS HOW MUCH I HATE PLANES TOO!” The woman screamed, punctuated by the sound of another loud bang, whereas the smoke suddenly rushed away, pulled out by a hole newly punched in the wall of the skyway. The two were now very suddenly exposed, the onlookers eyeing them with much fear and a little confusion. Edmund quickly stood up straight and began bowing as graciously as possible over and over again.

“I’m very sorry for inconveniencing you all today, we didn’t mean to make such a ruckus…” he said, over and over. The passengers slowly eased up, feeling somewhat better now about the situation. The boy seemed to have that kind of presence. Of course, they quickly retreated again behind anything they could find as the woman bashed her fist against another wall, this one concrete. A massive, fist-shaped hole formed instantly against the impact.

“You don’t have to apologize for every little goddamned thing, Edmund. THAT’S why everyone is always taking advantage of you!” She yelled in his face. The boy seemed disheartened by this and looked away sadly. It was then that the police arrived, guns out and ready, shouting orders for them to raise their hands above their heads, get down on the ground and other miscellaneous and cliché police commands. Aurelia glared at them and clenched her teeth, almost ready to growl by the looks of her, but Edmund quickly held her back and she relented.

“Please,” Edmund pleaded, his hands held up in surrender, “we’re not criminals. Actually, she’s a British diplomat and I’m her bodyguard!” He said, as if it were a perfectly normal thing to believe. There was a few moments of silence as if someone was suddenly going to shout “April fools!” or hidden cameramen would suddenly be spotted hiding behind a potted plant. Though, no such revelation was revealed and a few of the people in the crowd gave up and walked off, too tired of attempting to understand the situation. A few of the officers looked at their gung-ho leader, who in turn looked quite skeptical, if not somewhat irritated.

“Fine then, if you are who you say you are, let’s see some identification.” He said, keeping his eyes and gun fixed on Aurelia. These seemed to be the words Edmund had been waiting for as he suddenly and dexterously slid set of diplomatic papers and identification out of his sleeve with Aurelia’s picture all over it. He smiled gleefully, as if the situation was now utterly resolved. The officer nodded towards one of the others, who nervously went up and snatched the papers from Edmund’s hand and brought it back to their leader. He looked them up and down thoughtfully, as if he’d ever seen a real set of diplomatic papers before. He seemed determined to say something clever, but could think of nothing. Even if this were faked, he couldn’t imagine any idiot making the little kid a bodyguard and this brutish Amazon the diplomat; it seemed incredibly impossible to believe. Then again, having worked in Nova Oasis as long as he had, it wasn’t the most abnormal thing he’d ever seen. Defeated, he let his arms fall to his sides and holstered his weapon. The men seemed surprised at this, but did the same. Without looking up, the officer waved them off, now deeply saddened that he would had to do a ton of paperwork to get all this fixed and explained.

Aurelia smirked evilly and almost looked like she was ready to stick her tongue out at them, but Edmund quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the gate, picking the papers from the officer’s hands as he passed them. Now a comfortable distance away from that whole disaster, Aurelia stole her hand back away from Edmund, who nervously swiveled around to face her. “I don’t remember her putting you in charge, do you? I’m the one who’s supposed to be the diplomat here.” She said angrily, staring down at him as if he were a dog.

“But Lia, you almost got us arrested when you blew the door off and you almost took down the plane when you sucked the energy from it, you could’ve killed us…” he said, showing no signs of anger or confidence. He looked up at her pleadingly and Aurelia scowled at him, but couldn’t disagree. Still, it wasn’t her fault; she really really does hate flying. Instead of giving him some witty remark, the fairer-sexed Grey Knight turned on her heel and sat down at a nearby bar whereby, at the snap of her finger, the bartender set down a small drink of the alcoholic nature. Edmund stepped lightly behind her, nervously attempting to think of a way to stop her. If she got drunk, this could only get worse…much, much worse.
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Another day, another returning from another mission halfway across the world. Otoki once again find himself at Nova Oasis Airport dead tired and hungry the later being because he didn’t opted to eat the airline food again, thinking that he’d last after his meal before leaving Moscow the other day.

Strolling through the food court area of the airport, Otoki decided to get something to eat now. Looking around, he opted for the lunch stall which was serving some chicken sandwiches on hand which he bought several; he’d have to get something for Aoi too as well.

All the while, there was a panic of a possible plane crashing at the moment, as evident by the tense air in the airport and worried exchanges between people. But Otoki found himself not having to worry about it too much, as if no one’s being evacuated from the airport building itself, than that means it’s all going to be fine in the end.

He later found himself in a bar, and the lack of drinking anything alcoholic during missions made Otoki chose to enter and sat at the bar, ordering a mug of the local beer variety. While waiting for the bartender to get him his drink, he turned to find two other people were in the bar, sitting on the other end of the bar from him.
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On Otoki's end of the bar, unknown to Otoki were another two figures who had some connections with the two siblings that just arrived. One of them being a Latino of average build and sporting shoulder-length brown hair, dressed in a tan-colored bomber jacket and blue jeans, along with a pair of sunglasses. The man sitting next to him was a towering and massively-built Jamaican (face reference), nearly seven feet in height and dressed in a yellow and orange Hawaiian shirt and khaki trousers. Despite his close call with Lavender in downtown Nova Oasis a few weeks back, Peter had against Marianne's advice headed out to meet up with a new Marauders recruit. The two men were seated near Otoki, drinking and engaging in conversation.

"So, I heard you met that Tsurukage girl in Slobozia a couple days back?" Peter asked as he gestured for the bartender, ordering a shot of tequila.

"I'd honestly expected much more out of this group..." the big guy replied as he gulped down a glass of rum in a single swig. "You certainly don't fit the bill of the organization according to what Mai had described of it..." The large Jamaican raised his glass to signal for another.

"You should know the boss doesn't just show up before everyone, Blast," Peter retorted, calling the big guy by his alias, Blast. "You'll need to go through the proper rites of initiation just like everyone else. That's exactly why Mai arranged your trip here to Nova Oasis."

"Hmph," Blast snorted as he downed another glass of dark rum. "As long as there's things to smash, then it ought to be fun."

"Sheesh, such a simple-minded brute..." Peter commented under his breath, taking great care not to let the big guy hear his remark; he had after all been told about his ability and how dangerous he was given his short temper - but still, even a brute like himself would have his uses within the ranks of the Marauders.
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