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genessia2016-10-02 10:02 am
yellowthirteen) wrote in genessia2016-10-02 10:02 am
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Mission 1: Rising Eagle [Action / Video]
[Action]
[He awoke, dazed, groggy, and out of sorts, a strange weight on his chest, but feeling oddly comfortable otherwise. In an initial panic born of shock, he shot upright and looked around his environment... a cave, filled with water and dimly, but somehow comfortably lit. To say he was confused about where he was, let alone how he got here, was confusing. This... certainly wasn't what he was expecting after what he had just been through.
He looked down into his lap, where the weight had fallen, discovering the box left for all newcomers. Looking inside, the man was... immediately even more puzzled. Why would he need a cellular phone, a key, and money? After all, wasn't he...?
Either way, he wisely tucked the gifts and brochure into his flight suit's pockets, checking if he had everything on him that he had with him. He did, oddly enough, including his issued sidearm. Best as he could tell, he was only missing one thing... but that would have to wait. The pilot rose from his cocoon, and marched through the water... and onto the pier, greeted by Weiss' helpful welcome message.
...Honestly, as helpful as it was, several of the comments, and the candor they were delivered with, left him more baffled than anything.
Kidnapping? Dangers outside a barrier? People trying to prove how powerful they are? Multiple attempts to sabotage that hologram device? World domination? Just what kind of place was this? A madhouse? Regardless, this wasn't the fate he had in mind... and was suddenly very glad he still had his handgun. Either way, it was then that he put on that awfully gaudy-looking necklace with bright yellow stones in it. If nothing else, the color was appropriate.
Still, he grabbed a brochure of everything remotely of interest in the racks nearby, and then headed into the city proper. An obvious newcomer, looking carefully at every street sign and business of note along the way. He eventually settled into a small cafe, someplace to get a cheap cup of coffee while he read some of these pamphlets... and to take off his flight helmet finally.
If approached at any time, he'll be social enough, but he might appear a little on edge. Perhaps understandably, The flight suit, helmet, military patches, and gun are a dead-giveaway for a soldier of some sort, and one clearly out of his element.
Eventually, a few hours later, he'll feel comfortable enough to use the smartphone to broadcast a message. Maybe, just maybe, someone out there might be from his world... or at least, he'll meet friendly locals.]
[Video]
Given the preparedness of this city for people arriving in, I can only conclude it happens on a regular basis, and with it, comes appropriate introductions.
I am Major David Jordan, callsign "Yellow 13." I serve in the Federal Erusian Air Force as the flight leader of the 156th Fighter Wing. We are formally known as Aquila Squadron, though most know us simply as Yellow Squadron. If any of those things mean anything to anyone here, I would like to hear from you immediately.
Since returning home is clearly not an option in the foreseeable future, I'll be looking for civilian employment shortly. If anyone knows someone who has need of someone experienced in the operation and maintenance of aircraft and related technology, logistics, leadership, and knowledge of aerodynamics and physics, I request that you let me know. Thank you in advance.
Finally... would anyone happen to know where a nice, quiet bar might be?
[He might need a drink tonight.]
[He awoke, dazed, groggy, and out of sorts, a strange weight on his chest, but feeling oddly comfortable otherwise. In an initial panic born of shock, he shot upright and looked around his environment... a cave, filled with water and dimly, but somehow comfortably lit. To say he was confused about where he was, let alone how he got here, was confusing. This... certainly wasn't what he was expecting after what he had just been through.
He looked down into his lap, where the weight had fallen, discovering the box left for all newcomers. Looking inside, the man was... immediately even more puzzled. Why would he need a cellular phone, a key, and money? After all, wasn't he...?
Either way, he wisely tucked the gifts and brochure into his flight suit's pockets, checking if he had everything on him that he had with him. He did, oddly enough, including his issued sidearm. Best as he could tell, he was only missing one thing... but that would have to wait. The pilot rose from his cocoon, and marched through the water... and onto the pier, greeted by Weiss' helpful welcome message.
...Honestly, as helpful as it was, several of the comments, and the candor they were delivered with, left him more baffled than anything.
Kidnapping? Dangers outside a barrier? People trying to prove how powerful they are? Multiple attempts to sabotage that hologram device? World domination? Just what kind of place was this? A madhouse? Regardless, this wasn't the fate he had in mind... and was suddenly very glad he still had his handgun. Either way, it was then that he put on that awfully gaudy-looking necklace with bright yellow stones in it. If nothing else, the color was appropriate.
Still, he grabbed a brochure of everything remotely of interest in the racks nearby, and then headed into the city proper. An obvious newcomer, looking carefully at every street sign and business of note along the way. He eventually settled into a small cafe, someplace to get a cheap cup of coffee while he read some of these pamphlets... and to take off his flight helmet finally.
If approached at any time, he'll be social enough, but he might appear a little on edge. Perhaps understandably, The flight suit, helmet, military patches, and gun are a dead-giveaway for a soldier of some sort, and one clearly out of his element.
Eventually, a few hours later, he'll feel comfortable enough to use the smartphone to broadcast a message. Maybe, just maybe, someone out there might be from his world... or at least, he'll meet friendly locals.]
[Video]
Given the preparedness of this city for people arriving in, I can only conclude it happens on a regular basis, and with it, comes appropriate introductions.
I am Major David Jordan, callsign "Yellow 13." I serve in the Federal Erusian Air Force as the flight leader of the 156th Fighter Wing. We are formally known as Aquila Squadron, though most know us simply as Yellow Squadron. If any of those things mean anything to anyone here, I would like to hear from you immediately.
Since returning home is clearly not an option in the foreseeable future, I'll be looking for civilian employment shortly. If anyone knows someone who has need of someone experienced in the operation and maintenance of aircraft and related technology, logistics, leadership, and knowledge of aerodynamics and physics, I request that you let me know. Thank you in advance.
Finally... would anyone happen to know where a nice, quiet bar might be?
[He might need a drink tonight.]