Daikerta
29-04-2005, 22:01
(ooc: FC agreed for this shipment, therefor I'm skipping a bunch of worthless roleplaying of entering his airspace, and getting straight to the point.)
The plane had been flying over Feline Catfish for quite some time now. Arthur didn't wish to spend the energy to twist his neck and look back at the clock, so he presumed they had been in the air for nearly 18 hours. It was pitch black outside of the carrier, with only a few large grey clouds visible up ahead. Random blurts over the comm. link interrupted Arthur's train of thought, as he only had one idea on his mind: getting this cargo over to the Felinian government.
Arthur had not heard from his comrades for awhile. Hmm...its not fair. Arthur began, rubbing his eyes calmly. I need some sleep too.. Just as the pilot began to get up from his seat, a bleep was immitted on the radar.
"Great! I'm never going to get some shuteye!" Arthur complained to himself, sighing as he threw his hands into the air. Sitting himself back into his seat, Arthur flipped a few switches and pulled the microphone close to his mouth.
"This is the Daikertan Convoy. Repeat, this is the Daikertan Convoy. We are exactly 50 miles south of our destination. Calling out to any Felinian escort, repeat, calling out to any Felinian escort, over."
The plane had been flying over Feline Catfish for quite some time now. Arthur didn't wish to spend the energy to twist his neck and look back at the clock, so he presumed they had been in the air for nearly 18 hours. It was pitch black outside of the carrier, with only a few large grey clouds visible up ahead. Random blurts over the comm. link interrupted Arthur's train of thought, as he only had one idea on his mind: getting this cargo over to the Felinian government.
Arthur had not heard from his comrades for awhile. Hmm...its not fair. Arthur began, rubbing his eyes calmly. I need some sleep too.. Just as the pilot began to get up from his seat, a bleep was immitted on the radar.
"Great! I'm never going to get some shuteye!" Arthur complained to himself, sighing as he threw his hands into the air. Sitting himself back into his seat, Arthur flipped a few switches and pulled the microphone close to his mouth.
"This is the Daikertan Convoy. Repeat, this is the Daikertan Convoy. We are exactly 50 miles south of our destination. Calling out to any Felinian escort, repeat, calling out to any Felinian escort, over."