Post by Lt. Charles Carroll Taylor on Jan 25, 2007 14:29:03 GMT -5
"Something's not right here... damn, I knew it." Lt. Taylor said, tapping the glass dome that housed the compass. It didn't budge, which meant that it stopped working. Ever since they hit that first blast of static, Taylor knew something was amiss. And as he looked around, he felt that the flight went South.
"Sir, we are reporting technical failures will all aircraft. Seems every plane has lost their compass navigation. You're the only one left." his co-pilot, behind reported, to which Taylor had bad news.
"Stirke that, we are of full navigational failure. This one broken too. I radio HG, I think we've gone south. Avengers, we are in the middle of a tiny problem. Due to navigational error most likey in conjuction with the static field, I believe that the flight has headed South. I will radio into HG for advice, and then will will take action. Over." he said, then starting to swtich his frequency. But not before hearing his squad.
"Has he gone nuts?"
"We couldn't have gone South"
"The Suns Right there."
"The L.T's making a big mistake-"
"Florida Airfield Alpha, this is Avenger Flight 19. We have lost all navigational devices, and I have reason to believe that Flight 19 has dipped far south. Please advise."
"Flight 19 copy. Can you confirm relative position?"
"Roger that. From the looks of it, we're over the Keyes. Over."
"Over the keyes, copy. Advise Flight 19 make a course correction of 1-8-9er, and then course change for NE at heading 0-2-6. Copy?"
"Roger that. Please also advise that we have only 2 hours of fuel left."
"Copy. HQ out."
It had been an hour and 40 minutes since that transmission, and they were no sooner to Florida than they started. This was ridiculous. The pennisula should have shown up by now. Where the hell was Florida?
"Lieutenant, I'm telling you, we were right. You're taking us out of sea. Requesting command of the flight. Over."
"Negative, I'm sure we'll find it. Any blimps of transmission?"
"Negative, sir, seems the radioes of all crafts had died as well."
"Wonderful. That looks like one of the Keys down there. Let's swing around a bit north and then head south until we can get a good bearing."
"What? Sir, have you lost it?"
"No, something tells me to do that. We don't have enough fuel to make it, let's try to find something that will be comforting to land on. The moment the first plane drops altitude, we all will."
Suddenly there was a bright flash, and it blinded him. When he looked up, the storm clouds there were coming towards Florida seemed to vanish, and in front of the craft, there stood a large landmass, where none was before. The sensored ont eh aircraft went crazy, and before he knew, the stick its self was dead, as well as all power and engines. He was coasting down, no contact, and only his co-pilot behind him talking.
"Sir, we just lost two planes, and the other two are in flames."
"What do you mean?" Taylor asked.
"I mean that I saw two blow up, and the other two barely survive it. It looked like a wall closing in on them, except that there was nothing but air."
BOOOM! Another exlposion, floowed by another, rocked the plane, throwing it off his linear decsent.
"That would be the other two planes!"
"Brace for impac-" he shouted, before another flash, and then darkness, engufed him.
The cold salt water of the Altantic slowly awoek him, and when his vision cleared, he was lying on a beach, getting soaked with wave after wave of water. As he remembered the last... however long it s been since he awoke... as his planed spiraled down. His only thought? Those damn ejection seats... nieghter of them blew. We were stuck in a falling cabin. he got up, slowly, and looked around. He was heavely bruised, and miraclously was not injured other than that.
For a moment he thought himself to be back in Florida, and as he looked around, he couldn't see anything to really push him from that thought. He wasn't ready to get up, but he need to find someone, someone who may be able to drive him back to base.
"Sir, we are reporting technical failures will all aircraft. Seems every plane has lost their compass navigation. You're the only one left." his co-pilot, behind reported, to which Taylor had bad news.
"Stirke that, we are of full navigational failure. This one broken too. I radio HG, I think we've gone south. Avengers, we are in the middle of a tiny problem. Due to navigational error most likey in conjuction with the static field, I believe that the flight has headed South. I will radio into HG for advice, and then will will take action. Over." he said, then starting to swtich his frequency. But not before hearing his squad.
"Has he gone nuts?"
"We couldn't have gone South"
"The Suns Right there."
"The L.T's making a big mistake-"
"Florida Airfield Alpha, this is Avenger Flight 19. We have lost all navigational devices, and I have reason to believe that Flight 19 has dipped far south. Please advise."
"Flight 19 copy. Can you confirm relative position?"
"Roger that. From the looks of it, we're over the Keyes. Over."
"Over the keyes, copy. Advise Flight 19 make a course correction of 1-8-9er, and then course change for NE at heading 0-2-6. Copy?"
"Roger that. Please also advise that we have only 2 hours of fuel left."
"Copy. HQ out."
It had been an hour and 40 minutes since that transmission, and they were no sooner to Florida than they started. This was ridiculous. The pennisula should have shown up by now. Where the hell was Florida?
"Lieutenant, I'm telling you, we were right. You're taking us out of sea. Requesting command of the flight. Over."
"Negative, I'm sure we'll find it. Any blimps of transmission?"
"Negative, sir, seems the radioes of all crafts had died as well."
"Wonderful. That looks like one of the Keys down there. Let's swing around a bit north and then head south until we can get a good bearing."
"What? Sir, have you lost it?"
"No, something tells me to do that. We don't have enough fuel to make it, let's try to find something that will be comforting to land on. The moment the first plane drops altitude, we all will."
Suddenly there was a bright flash, and it blinded him. When he looked up, the storm clouds there were coming towards Florida seemed to vanish, and in front of the craft, there stood a large landmass, where none was before. The sensored ont eh aircraft went crazy, and before he knew, the stick its self was dead, as well as all power and engines. He was coasting down, no contact, and only his co-pilot behind him talking.
"Sir, we just lost two planes, and the other two are in flames."
"What do you mean?" Taylor asked.
"I mean that I saw two blow up, and the other two barely survive it. It looked like a wall closing in on them, except that there was nothing but air."
BOOOM! Another exlposion, floowed by another, rocked the plane, throwing it off his linear decsent.
"That would be the other two planes!"
"Brace for impac-" he shouted, before another flash, and then darkness, engufed him.
The cold salt water of the Altantic slowly awoek him, and when his vision cleared, he was lying on a beach, getting soaked with wave after wave of water. As he remembered the last... however long it s been since he awoke... as his planed spiraled down. His only thought? Those damn ejection seats... nieghter of them blew. We were stuck in a falling cabin. he got up, slowly, and looked around. He was heavely bruised, and miraclously was not injured other than that.
For a moment he thought himself to be back in Florida, and as he looked around, he couldn't see anything to really push him from that thought. He wasn't ready to get up, but he need to find someone, someone who may be able to drive him back to base.
