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Apr 15, 2006 16:16:51 GMT -8
Post by jamie on Apr 15, 2006 16:16:51 GMT -8
The space surrounding Susevfi. The area is highly patrolled by the Susevfi Defense Force.
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Apr 15, 2006 16:17:48 GMT -8
Post by jamie on Apr 15, 2006 16:17:48 GMT -8
*They were making the trek smoothly, suddenly the controol lights and alarms went off.*
*Kel Started trying to gain control*
“Whats happening?!”
*mickey shouted in a panic…she knew this was wrong, they were going down and fast*
Zak banked the viper away from the formation as they came upon his CAP sector. He glided out into the crowded airspace, looking at one of the planets moons. For some reason he shruddered when he looked at the place. He didn't know why, all he could see was a huge rock that by the looks didn't contain oxygen.
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Apr 15, 2006 16:18:31 GMT -8
Post by jamie on Apr 15, 2006 16:18:31 GMT -8
*The pilot struggled to gain control*
“MICKEY! Get your oxygen on NOW!”
*mickey did as he said just as they crashed…she fell unconscious, an erie silence as they rested in the ship..the pilot-dead*
Zak narrowed his eyes at the moon before him when suddenly a transmission blared out over his communications unit.
"Attention all operating squadrons, we have a downed bird on the red moon. All units are to redeploy to SAR mission."
Fel's eyes widened and quickly he slammed the thrust controls foward, fireballing it to the moon before him. He silently prayed that Mikey was alright, she couldn't die, not now.
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Apr 15, 2006 16:19:04 GMT -8
Post by jamie on Apr 15, 2006 16:19:04 GMT -8
*Mickey slowly came too…shaking her head a bit-dazed..she reached over to the pilot…*
“NO…no….”
*She said with a strained voice, her hands trembled*
*Slowly she unbuckeled and tried to get up*
Zak's viper cut into the moon's atmosphere. All the debris made it nearly impossible to see anything. The other bad news was that his engines needed to run constantly in the atmosphere. This meant that his fuel would be going and fast. Because of the thick gas clouds, the pilots needed to make visual contact with the downed bird, so they had to fly as close to the ground as possible.
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Apr 15, 2006 16:26:51 GMT -8
Post by Rhianna Antiires on Apr 15, 2006 16:26:51 GMT -8
*Mickey stumbled up*
::I need help...::
*reaches for the radio...::down::..
"...zak..."
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Apr 15, 2006 16:39:03 GMT -8
Post by jamie on Apr 15, 2006 16:39:03 GMT -8
Two other fighters have joined with Zak, while others searched different sectors. There is a constant flow of chatter over the line, mostly about not being able to see below the clouds. Soon a voice answered the pilots over the communication link, Zak.
"Then we do it the old fashioned way, mark I eyeball."
The chatter instantly dimmed and quickly a few of the pilots agreed to the suggestion, even the SL, who quickly made it an order. It had been two hours since the crash, and Mickey only had 12 hours of oxygen. They were running against the clock.
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Apr 15, 2006 16:42:12 GMT -8
Post by Rhianna Antiires on Apr 15, 2006 16:42:12 GMT -8
*mickey grabed the pilots blaster, and climbedout ofthe wreck..her body aching and sore...she kept her eyes on the oxygen gage...stumbling slowly and feeling faint with every step*
::I only have 12 hrs left of o2...will anyone knowto find us?::
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Apr 18, 2006 13:35:25 GMT -8
Post by jamie on Apr 18, 2006 13:35:25 GMT -8
Zak looked out of the canopy, squinting his eyes trying to see through the dust that gathered around his viper. His blue eyes couldn't pick anything up except in the occasional break of dust clouds. Those didn't come by very often, and were usually short when they did.
"Come on, come on, I know you're out there."
His eyes turned back to his fuel gauge and he noted that soon he would have to divert back to base to take on more fuel so that he could stay on the search.
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Apr 18, 2006 14:28:21 GMT -8
Post by Rhianna Antiires on Apr 18, 2006 14:28:21 GMT -8
*Mickey ventured on abit further...she felt increasingly weak*
::Internal...do I have an internal injury?...I have to stay alert...::
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Apr 18, 2006 14:47:03 GMT -8
Post by Mark Calloway on Apr 18, 2006 14:47:03 GMT -8
*Suddenly another ship pulls out of hyperspace... a Y-8 Mining Vessel! The ship then speeds down to the landing port of the planet, he then lands his ship... and meets with someone outside...*
'Big Evil' Safeitae: "Here is my landing credit fee... now stay outta my way!" Credit Collector: "Very well sir, enjoy your stay here on Susevfi" *Safeitae only smirks, and heads for the observation deck, wearing his clone armor (blue 501st version) his binoculars and DC-15 Carbine in hand and his blue clone cape* [/color]
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Apr 18, 2006 14:52:21 GMT -8
Post by jamie on Apr 18, 2006 14:52:21 GMT -8
Zak slammed his fist against the control panel, pain shooting up his arm in response. Fel didn't take note of it, instead yelling at what happened to his bird.
"Vig. 3 here, I have bingo fuel, RTB."
He needed to get in and out as quickly as possible to continue his search for Mickey. The mere fact that he had to leave the search even for a little while killed him. However, his bird needed fuel, and soon it was moving back to base.
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Apr 18, 2006 14:56:25 GMT -8
Post by Rhianna Antiires on Apr 18, 2006 14:56:25 GMT -8
*Mickey took about 5 more paces....all she could see around her helmet...dust swirling-a storm...she took a deep breath...collapsing*
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Apr 18, 2006 15:02:51 GMT -8
Post by jamie on Apr 18, 2006 15:02:51 GMT -8
As soon as Zak landed, he hopped out of his viper and made for a small transport that was getting ready to depart. He noted the pilot was a Lieutenant J.G, and motioned for him to take off. The transport gently lifted from the ground and moved off again toward the Red Moon.
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Apr 18, 2006 15:04:20 GMT -8
Post by Rhianna Antiires on Apr 18, 2006 15:04:20 GMT -8
*ly there motionless...some blood trickled from her mouth and nose...*
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Apr 18, 2006 15:10:50 GMT -8
Post by jamie on Apr 18, 2006 15:10:50 GMT -8
The transport soon entered the atmosphere, able to fly slower and lower then the other fighers, it was a better help. The ship soon caught sight of something on the horizon and the pilot set her down. It had been five hours thus far and time was rapidly running out. The transport landed next to the wreckage and Fel instantly moved onto the moon, his flightsuit and helmet keeping him and the pilot safe. He moved to the wreckage and looked in, noting that the pilot was dead and Mickey was no where to be seen.
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