Triprism
07-11-2004, 23:48
[OOC: Though I've been here for ages over multiple accounts, this is my first RP post/thread (and my second post on this account) so bear with me, as it's pretty much practice for me.]
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Hangar 11, Hallow Airfield, Dictu Isle, Triprism. 1100 hrs
Harold Dautry admired the smooth lines of the previously un-flown aircraft that stood before him. The form of the NAD-ER 2003 Fighter -- otherwise known as the Whitecap -- was so sleek that you might think that id would just disappear into thin air.
Silently, he climbed the ladder up to the cockpit, fully clad in flight gear, and settled into the cockpit taking a second to get acquainted with the controls in front of him. A hand controller to the left for pitch a roll, and the lever for the engines to the right. All the other instruments wrapped around him on the dashboard in a concave pattern.
Harold gave the signal to the pushtruck driver, and the fighter slowly slid out of Hangar 11 and into the murky sunlight so typical of an overcast day. Lieutenant Dautry sighed. It almost looked as though it was about to rain outside. Nevertheless, he was about to take Triprism's most advanced fighter up into the air -- and he would be the first to do so, ever.
Harold pushed his air mask up to his face (it contained his ATC mic) and spoke.
"Hallow Tower, White 11, currently in taxi to runway one-niner, request immediate takeoff clearance?"
"You don't even say good morning, do you?" replied the tower. It was the voice of Selma Ballantyne, long time friend of Harold. He laughed.
"Well, do I have clearance?" No time for chit-chat.
"Yes, cleared takeoff upon entry to runway one-niner, turn left heading one-two-six and climb to five-thousand feet then resume own navigation... Godspeed."
"Yeah, you too."
Harold turned the fighter off of the taxiway and on to runway nineteen, letting it idle over the numbers for a moment, letting the wake turbulence of a just-departed Prism Airways 757 clear, before pushing the right-hand throttle forward and letting the beast loose. The engines shook every bone in his body as the fighter lurched forward. At a swift 142 knots, with the assistance of full flaps, the fighter broke the bonds of gravity and took to the skies. The lieutenant didn't hesitate in pushing the nose up and pulling the compass over to heading 126. This flightpath would take him over the Literati penninsula for a fly-by of the battlecruiser Athena, then a sweeping pass of East Ridge of Visu before returning back to Hallow.
ATC spoke up again, this time a gruff sounding man.
"White 11, Literati Centre, clear to resume own navigation. Also, er, tune to 126.36 -- it's the Air Force channel."
"Copy, Centre, 126.36 for White 11 and resume own navigation."
Of course, the radios in the Whitecap were already auto-tuning, but it was common practice to readback and acknowledge ATC instructions.
Yet another voice came through the ATC speaker now. Harold recognised it instantly -- any self-respecting Triprisian would. It was President John Cassidy.
"Hey, Lieutenant. How's it going?"
He sounded very laid back.
"Good mornin', Mr. President. Going fine."
"Glad to hear it. We see you on the radar right now. How's the plane?"
"Oh, she flies like a dream, Mr. President."
The view from inside the cockpit was spectacular, even on such a dreary day as this. The forests of Triprism were very much intact, and from the air it seemed that the cities were built around them, rather than on them. He was coming up on the southern Literati city of Megami, and the city just seemed to glow. He pushed the control column forward a bit to get a better view.
He'd almost forgotten about the President.
"Well, you're probably very busy, Mr. Dautry, so I'll let you go now."
"Thank you, Mr. President."
The President was beginning to speak again, but his voice was cut off by a loud, blaring alarm. Harold instantly averted his eyes from the cityscape below and read the red letters off of his HUD. "Radar Lock. Evasive Manuvers Reccomended."
"Radar lock?! Here?!"
His head swiveled around and he began scanning the skies, systematically, for the source of the lock.
"Damn it!" He hadn't found anything, and so he abruptly pulled back on the stick, turning the inverted aircraft around instantly, and righting it.
The cockpit rattled with some sort of impact. The HUD now read "Missle Impact," but of course, that simply wasn't possible. He was over friendly waters now, and the TNS Athena was ported just a few nautical miles away. He would have been alerted minutes ago if there was an enemy aircraft in the area.
Regardless, he had lost two of the three engines on his Whitecap, and altitude was dropping. He tried to yaw the craft over to the right, but the rudders weren't responding. As a last resort, he yanked on the large yellow lever at his side marked 'EJECT.'
It jammed.
Prefecture F, Tsuki Street, Megami City, Triprism. 1130 hrs
Yan Harem smiled to himself. The government's "most advanced jet fighter" had just gone up in a mushroom explosion of metal and fuel outside the city limits. He threw the smoking RPG launcher into the trunk of his car. Mission accomplished.
Of course, Yan was just carrying out a contract proposed by some radicals stationed out in East Ridge Town. They opposed any and all military actions by the Nation, and would go to any means to stop them. They'd made a try at the TNS Athena just a couple months prior, a week after it had launched. The old charge they'd used, however, only punched through one of the Athena's three hulls and the damage was repaired within weeks. The Department of Nation Affairs accreditted it to "some loose ammunition."
This time though, something had gone down, and the government most certainly wasn't going to be happy about it, especially when they found the bits of grenade that had been sucked through the turbines.
This is Triprism Channel Six News, with a breaking story!
"Hello, I'm Pam Roberts, and we have a breaking story for you now.
"One of the military's new 'Whitecap' fighters has gone down outside of Megami City following what was interpreted as a 'Missle Impact' by the plane's computers. This was the first flight of the final production model, and the pilot reportedly did not eject, although this has not been verified.
"The plane went down on a large crude oil silo at Neko Industrial Park, sparking a huge fire. The fire department is there now, fighting the flames.
"The identity of the pilot has not yet been released."
(NSwiki article on the Whitecap: http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Whitecap_Defense_Fighter )
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v74/McClellan/WhitecapTN.jpg
Hangar 11, Hallow Airfield, Dictu Isle, Triprism. 1100 hrs
Harold Dautry admired the smooth lines of the previously un-flown aircraft that stood before him. The form of the NAD-ER 2003 Fighter -- otherwise known as the Whitecap -- was so sleek that you might think that id would just disappear into thin air.
Silently, he climbed the ladder up to the cockpit, fully clad in flight gear, and settled into the cockpit taking a second to get acquainted with the controls in front of him. A hand controller to the left for pitch a roll, and the lever for the engines to the right. All the other instruments wrapped around him on the dashboard in a concave pattern.
Harold gave the signal to the pushtruck driver, and the fighter slowly slid out of Hangar 11 and into the murky sunlight so typical of an overcast day. Lieutenant Dautry sighed. It almost looked as though it was about to rain outside. Nevertheless, he was about to take Triprism's most advanced fighter up into the air -- and he would be the first to do so, ever.
Harold pushed his air mask up to his face (it contained his ATC mic) and spoke.
"Hallow Tower, White 11, currently in taxi to runway one-niner, request immediate takeoff clearance?"
"You don't even say good morning, do you?" replied the tower. It was the voice of Selma Ballantyne, long time friend of Harold. He laughed.
"Well, do I have clearance?" No time for chit-chat.
"Yes, cleared takeoff upon entry to runway one-niner, turn left heading one-two-six and climb to five-thousand feet then resume own navigation... Godspeed."
"Yeah, you too."
Harold turned the fighter off of the taxiway and on to runway nineteen, letting it idle over the numbers for a moment, letting the wake turbulence of a just-departed Prism Airways 757 clear, before pushing the right-hand throttle forward and letting the beast loose. The engines shook every bone in his body as the fighter lurched forward. At a swift 142 knots, with the assistance of full flaps, the fighter broke the bonds of gravity and took to the skies. The lieutenant didn't hesitate in pushing the nose up and pulling the compass over to heading 126. This flightpath would take him over the Literati penninsula for a fly-by of the battlecruiser Athena, then a sweeping pass of East Ridge of Visu before returning back to Hallow.
ATC spoke up again, this time a gruff sounding man.
"White 11, Literati Centre, clear to resume own navigation. Also, er, tune to 126.36 -- it's the Air Force channel."
"Copy, Centre, 126.36 for White 11 and resume own navigation."
Of course, the radios in the Whitecap were already auto-tuning, but it was common practice to readback and acknowledge ATC instructions.
Yet another voice came through the ATC speaker now. Harold recognised it instantly -- any self-respecting Triprisian would. It was President John Cassidy.
"Hey, Lieutenant. How's it going?"
He sounded very laid back.
"Good mornin', Mr. President. Going fine."
"Glad to hear it. We see you on the radar right now. How's the plane?"
"Oh, she flies like a dream, Mr. President."
The view from inside the cockpit was spectacular, even on such a dreary day as this. The forests of Triprism were very much intact, and from the air it seemed that the cities were built around them, rather than on them. He was coming up on the southern Literati city of Megami, and the city just seemed to glow. He pushed the control column forward a bit to get a better view.
He'd almost forgotten about the President.
"Well, you're probably very busy, Mr. Dautry, so I'll let you go now."
"Thank you, Mr. President."
The President was beginning to speak again, but his voice was cut off by a loud, blaring alarm. Harold instantly averted his eyes from the cityscape below and read the red letters off of his HUD. "Radar Lock. Evasive Manuvers Reccomended."
"Radar lock?! Here?!"
His head swiveled around and he began scanning the skies, systematically, for the source of the lock.
"Damn it!" He hadn't found anything, and so he abruptly pulled back on the stick, turning the inverted aircraft around instantly, and righting it.
The cockpit rattled with some sort of impact. The HUD now read "Missle Impact," but of course, that simply wasn't possible. He was over friendly waters now, and the TNS Athena was ported just a few nautical miles away. He would have been alerted minutes ago if there was an enemy aircraft in the area.
Regardless, he had lost two of the three engines on his Whitecap, and altitude was dropping. He tried to yaw the craft over to the right, but the rudders weren't responding. As a last resort, he yanked on the large yellow lever at his side marked 'EJECT.'
It jammed.
Prefecture F, Tsuki Street, Megami City, Triprism. 1130 hrs
Yan Harem smiled to himself. The government's "most advanced jet fighter" had just gone up in a mushroom explosion of metal and fuel outside the city limits. He threw the smoking RPG launcher into the trunk of his car. Mission accomplished.
Of course, Yan was just carrying out a contract proposed by some radicals stationed out in East Ridge Town. They opposed any and all military actions by the Nation, and would go to any means to stop them. They'd made a try at the TNS Athena just a couple months prior, a week after it had launched. The old charge they'd used, however, only punched through one of the Athena's three hulls and the damage was repaired within weeks. The Department of Nation Affairs accreditted it to "some loose ammunition."
This time though, something had gone down, and the government most certainly wasn't going to be happy about it, especially when they found the bits of grenade that had been sucked through the turbines.
This is Triprism Channel Six News, with a breaking story!
"Hello, I'm Pam Roberts, and we have a breaking story for you now.
"One of the military's new 'Whitecap' fighters has gone down outside of Megami City following what was interpreted as a 'Missle Impact' by the plane's computers. This was the first flight of the final production model, and the pilot reportedly did not eject, although this has not been verified.
"The plane went down on a large crude oil silo at Neko Industrial Park, sparking a huge fire. The fire department is there now, fighting the flames.
"The identity of the pilot has not yet been released."
(NSwiki article on the Whitecap: http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Whitecap_Defense_Fighter )