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Post by ParamountKeymaster on May 22, 2019 19:37:16 GMT -5
"Ryan! Thank God...!" As Max bolted into the hangar, she looked back to see Ryan catching up to them. He was certainly banged up, but he was at least still standing. Might as well count what few blessings they had. "Are you guys sure Percy will be okay? I hate the thought of leaving him behind with that creep!"
She didn't let herself fret over Percy for long. Will and Ryan seemed to trust him, and Max had seen firsthand that his magical skills were pretty powerful. Besides, even from a distance, those were some pretty gnarly sounds.
Shaking that off, Max looked up and involuntarily flinched as she watched Will and Ryan rip open the hydraulic door. Sure, it was effective, but there had to be a less messy way to go about that. Oh well. At least they had an exit.
"Okay! Are you sure we need to take this one?" Max questioned, gesturing to the private jet Will had initially pointed them towards. "Their cars can fly! We could give one of them a shot!"
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 22, 2019 19:47:10 GMT -5
Lydia let out a sigh of relief herself when Ryan showed up again. A little worse for wear, but still. She was surprisingly unfazed as she watched him and Will rip open an escape route to the outside world. Given how many times both of them had displayed such brute strength, how shocked could she be anymore?
Getting back on track, Lydia reached up into a compartment near the ceiling, pulled out what looked to be a VR headset, turned it on and strapped it over her eyes. She normally hated wearing this thing. Sure, it allowed her to see what her host was seeing more up close and personal, as if she was viewing it with her own eyes, but it also inhibited her awareness of her own surroundings. But in a situation like this, that was less of an issue; the pod was firmly secured to its perch and not going anywhere anytime soon.
She heard Max asking if they could just escape in a flying car, prompting Lydia to provide Will with a response. "No! Take the jet! I don't know how differently one of those things operates from a regular car or plane, and we don't have time to figure it out!"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on May 22, 2019 19:58:51 GMT -5
"Aieeeeeeee! Know what I am doing!" Will blurted out once he and Ryan had sufficiently torn open the wall blocking their way. "Everyone in! I dunno how many security guards are going after Percy versus how many are going after us!" Okay, good, the damn badge opens this one! After ensuring Max and Ryan were in, and that the door was closed, Will made his way to the pilot's seat.
"... Welp. Here goes nothing." Gulping, the blonde sat down, shaking slightly, observing all the weird buttons and screens and okay what does he do now? Oh gods, just what was he getting himself into?! "Attention passengers, we are now on board a Trojan Plane en route to Greenland. Damn Danish bastards and their one port..." He grumbled a bit to himself. Just what the hell was he going to do now?!
This had better work! I have no hesitations with hitting a girl or myself, Pendleton!
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Post by ColArana on May 22, 2019 20:33:38 GMT -5
Ryan gave a relieved grin and a nod at Max's affirmation. "Yep, I made it out okay. As far as Percy.... yeah. Yeah he's fine. I'm pretty sure. I don't like leaving him behind either but we've got no choice right now, unless we want to be swarmed by security and end it here." He stated. He looked all around the area. "Okay, so I may have tinkered with mechanics from time to time but I don't know how to fly... any of these? Will? What about--" But Will was already headed for the jet, and Ryan bolted after him.
"Will, I didn't know you knew how to fly." Ryan remarked as he climbed in after Will, making sure Max was in. Ryan stayed near the back, looking at the door. "....And I really hope your answer to that is not gonna be "I don't." He added dryly as he tried to find a place to buckle in. Something told him it was going to be a bumpy ride. "Here goes nothing I guess... You ready Max?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on May 22, 2019 20:45:03 GMT -5
Max anxiously looked up at Will, then back at the door, through which she could hear distant, angry shouting. Then she let out an aggravated groan and followed Will and Ryan onto the jet, sensing that once again, she wasn't going to get her way. In a situation this tense, why start now?
She closed the hatch behind her, sealing herself, Will and Ryan inside. As the latter buckled up in the back, Max stared flabbergasted as Will took the pilot's seat. Her bewilderment quickly turned to frustration. "You get motion sick in a car, but you can handle a plane?! Have you even set foot in a plane before?!"
Unwilling to fully trust Will with the jet's controls, just about done with his foolhardy behavior, Max sat down in the copilot's seat and surveyed the instruments. She'd flown with Lydia before. Hopefully she could still recall the basics. "You better know what you're doing, Lowe."
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 22, 2019 21:02:26 GMT -5
"Okay..." Lydia took a deep breath, observed the jet's instruments through Will's eyes, and gently slid her arms all the way into the mechanized cylinders on either side of her, taking a quick moment to flex and test their mobility. "Okay, Will? I'm gonna need you to trust me on this. This isn't gonna be pleasant for either of us, but it's the only way we're gonna get to HQ on such short notice. I'm gonna take control of your arms and fly us out of here. Don't worry, it's just your arms. All I need you to do is relax your muscles and point your eyes where I tell you. Alright?"
Not waiting for a straightforward answer, Lydia took another deep breath and shouted, "ENGAGE MOTOR CORTEX OVERRIDE."
"MOTOR CORTEX OVERRIDE INITIATED."
An unpleasant surge ran down Lydia's arms and heated up the tight interiors of the cylinders. Once the sensation had passed, Lydia reached out in relation to what she was seeing through her headset. In turn, mirroring her movements, Will's arm lashed out stiffly and almost unnaturally, flipping switches and starting up the jet.
"Please tell me there's a course to the moon already programmed into this thing..." Lydia grumbled as she directed Will's arms to the monitor in the center of the cockpit's console, looking through its programs until she found the auto-map she was looking for. "Spectacular."
With a wily smirk, Lydia positioned her arms in an all-too-familiar position, miming taking the plane's controls. On the outside, Will's hands were exactly where they needed to be to get the plane moving.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on May 22, 2019 21:21:02 GMT -5
"... Want to know what I don't like? Where this is going."
That statement didn't seem to be directed at Max nor Ryan, nor did it seem like Will was just talking to himself. He felt a strange sensation in his arms, and watched with widening eyes as his arms moved without his command, towards the controls. His arms input commands he would have never known. A map. Something that was already there, apparently.
I really don't like this. This is something that belongs in a fuckin' horror comic.
At least his thoughts were still his own, even if his current actions were decidedly not his. "I think I'm gonna be sick. In advance, I'm sorry if I vomit at any point in explaining."
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Post by ColArana on May 22, 2019 23:34:39 GMT -5
Ryan looked at Max with surprise. "You know how to fly as well!? Damn... Where was I when you two were going to pilot school?" He murmured, looking back behind them. Be safe Percy. Get out of there okay.... He thought warily, looking back.
He overheard Will talking but didn't look back. He had a feeling he knew who Will was talking to. A pit was rising in his... well, he didn't have a stomach anymore, but. ....storage unit? He was sure if he still had the bodily functions to perform it, he'd feel like throwing up.
"Honestly, I don't even know anymore." Ryan admitted. "What the hell is going on." He grumbled. "First we're trying to save Lydia, then we're infiltrating LunArc and now we're going to the moon. How the hell did it all end up coming to this?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on May 24, 2019 10:15:15 GMT -5
"Okay, full disclosure. I don't," Max awkwardly admitted, looking back at Ryan. "But I've flown with Lydia plenty of times and she's given me a few crash courses on which buttons do what, so if worse comes to worse, I may be able to pull something out of my *ss."
She turned back to Will, watching with increasing discomfort as he flailed about and started up the jet. His panicked, haphazard movements didn't exactly assuage Max's concerns, and his preemptive apology easily made her feel worse. Once her seatbelt was firmly secured, Max dropped her head into her hands. "Dear God, we're all gonna die in this thing."
By now, Max was well and truly questioning why she was doing this. Sure, it was for Lydia, but goal-wise, what were they trying to accomplish climbing into this death trap?
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 24, 2019 12:35:02 GMT -5
"Explain later! Escape now!" Lydia frantically demanded. "Less tense! You're harder to control when you tense up! ...Uh, maybe say something to cheer her up. I don't think Max has flown since we split."
Maintaining control over Will's arms, Lydia gently guided the jet forward and towards the hole in the wall. At about the same time, LunArc personnel finally started pouring into the hangar, by now powerless to stop the stolen plane as it made its way out onto the runway.
"Yeah, see ya, suckers!" Lydia laughed, relishing in the open air and the wide stretch of pavement greeting her through Will's eyes. "Buckle your f*ckle, 'cause I feel the need! THE NEED FOR SPEED!"
At Lydia's –and by unconscious extension, Will's– command, the jet's wings spread out and the turbines kicked into gear, lifting the aircraft off the ground in a low hover. The jet then began to race down the runway, rapidly building up speed, the engines roaring, heedless of the startled eyes watching from the sidelines. Soon enough, the g-force started to hit them not just from the front, but also from above as the jet lifted into a slight angle. The runway and the research lab disappeared below them. Mountains whipped by on either side until they too became distant memories. Through the cockpit window, the crew saw nothing but an infinite sky.
"YEAH-HA-HAAAAA!!!" And for one brief moment, even if it was an illusion to some degree, Lydia felt right at home.
Not much longer now... She was almost there...
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A lone technician scrambled outside through the hole in the hydraulic door, staring wide-eyed and mortified into the sky as the jet disappeared into the blue. The facility was in utter chaos, and he had a feeling that trouble was going to spread rapidly. With his gaze still on the horizon, he raised his hand and turned on his wrist communicator.
"Dr. Michaels...? The intruders escaped with your private quinjet."
"Let them go."
Her response was clearly the last one the technician expected. "Ma'am?"
"Track them. I have a feeling they're going to come right to us." The doctor's sly grin was almost tangible through the communicator. "Ready the PathEngine for transport. Make sure Mr. Stone is ready for his next mission."
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Post by DanteMGalileo on May 24, 2019 13:32:24 GMT -5
"... My thoughts exactly."
With Lydia in control of his limbs, Will had just his thoughts to call his own, at least until she felt the need to release him. "... Well, there's this brain-controlling parasite where I'm from. It turns your innards a different colour. It's also very tasty when boiled." Ahh, bad topic! Bad! No brain-controlling parasites that taste good when cooked right!
"... So, you might just be the only person without any big secrets to hide. I mean, Ryan's a metal man, actually pretty fucking cool." With his limbs occupied, Will shot Ryan the best nod and grin he could. "I'll explain mine when we're out of reach. Percy's this space chimera bullshit thing." At least he was honest? "Lydia, we're comin' for you. We're gonna get you outta wherever LunArc's keeping you."
Uh, you're not on top of my brain now, are you? Because that's what the brain-controlling parasite does.
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"... Rgh!!!"
Having escaped Percy's wall grind by setting himself ablaze and flying at top speed once he had been released, Liderc was greeted by crudely-made hole in the hangar, and a human technician. Staring upward, his eye spotted something silver, flying upwards. "Do I have to do everything myself?!" Yelling and getting a running start, Liderc jumped, soaring into the air, and burst into smoke.
From the smoke came a green swift with a red eye, feathers covering part of its face, wearing some lightweight bronze armour, with the communication cuff attached to the base of a wing. The swift made an approximation of a scowl as he picked up speed, catching up to the jet, talons tightly gripping an engine. Thankful that his kind was unaffected by atmospheric conditions that would cripple or kill a human as well as his immunity to heat, Liderc reverted back to his usual form, turning on the communicator with his free hand.
"Good doctor, I'd prepare your best security measures. Failing that, I'd be willing to jump these buffoons upon landing."
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"... Ah, by the flayed pony Susanoo threw at Amaterasu's loom..."
Percy licked the burn wound his hand had sustained, staring upward at the jet taking off, and the green bird following the jet. Well then. He probably wasn't going to be much help, even with being a space chimera bullshit thing. "I wonder if... hey, Imago, help me out."
What is it?
"Looks like we've got some pandemonium going on, and I'm not sure if I can handle whatever the hell's waiting up there alone," he admitted. "What're the options? Go now, or find help? If so, who? Lobo? Loba? Both?"
I've got a better idea. Do you remember those three from yesterday?
"... Oh yeah! Those three! They were awesome!" Percy snapped his fingers, looking around. "And they seemed up for chaos, too! Now, I just need to find that weird rectangular thing that flies..."
Reaching into his tattered suit jacket, Percy pulled out what seemed to be a rock fragment, shimmering slightly rainbow. Stroking it once, it began to glow dark, saturated colours...
Bystanders would later report a large, feathery-winged creature in the skies.
I'm coming, guys!
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