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Flight 342 from Selcarvo International was carring 150 passengers to Kanami. Many were seeing family or friends as the tourist season was over.

Jennifer Parilment, an accountant, was watching the news channel on Flight 342, the reports of a small meteor shower near Selcarvo International failed to interest her, she was on her way to visit her cousins in Kanami, she didn't like them, but they owed her alot of money and she liked that.

But it did concern the pilots when a small meteor struck the cockpit, sucking their oxygen away and promtly killing them. The cockpit was closed off from the rest of the plane for secruity reasons and could be unlocked by a member of staff usualy, although the cockpit being depressurised was not usual.

Airport authorities would soon discover that the pilots would not respond, although the plane was still flying. What they did not know was that it was on autopilot, but the computer was damaged, and could become unpriditable...

What will the countries/people concered do?

OOC Thread:http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12050893#post12050893

Map: http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o114/VampDuck/Mapforairplanedisaster-1.jpg

In the Reichstagg in Berlin, Der Fuhrer sit at his desk watching television. One of Der Fuhrer's many advisors would run in, give a short straight armed salute, and adress him: "Mein Fuhrer! Zere ist news of an airplane zat ist not responding. Ve do not know vere it ist going. Vat do ve do, Ein Fuhrer?"

Der Fuhrer would give an indignant glare to his advisor, "Vat do you mean, 'vat do ve do?' I am vatching Sponge Bob Square Pants! Figure it out yourself! Shoot it down! Invade them who own ze aircraft! Deal viz it yourself, mein Heer. Get out!" Afterwards, Der Fuhrer would go back to watching television, erupting into laughter every 20 seconds or so at the hilarious antics of the yellow pineapple dwelling sponge.

"Ja, mein Fuhrer." The secretary would turn and leave the office, grumbling under his breath. "Rackafrackin..."

Mary White was sitting calmly reading when there was a shudder on the plane. There was a few cries and one woman became very hysterical, but she was soon calmed by some of the stewards. Then one of them went up to the cabin and knocked on the door. There was no response.

"Please remain calm, we think it may just be a small bit of turblance"

"Please remain calm, we think it may just be a small bit of turblance"
"Great, they think it's turblance" muttered Jennifer.

A steward hammered on the door to the cockpit, "open up you morons!" He shouted at the silence. "This isn't right, we should call ground control" said a hostess. "How the hell are we going to do that?" The steward growled, "we should break down the door"

"This is Selcarvo International to Flight 342, come in flight 342"
"Still no reponse?"
"Yep" The plane was still on course, yet it was not responing to hails. "Should we send a plane to check it out?"
"Nah, it's probably just techicnal difficaulties, it's happened before."

Mary watched as stewards bang on the door. Suddenly the plane jolted and the baggage lockers opened flinging out heavy laptops, suitcases and luggage. One particulary heavy item hit a lady on the head and she was knocked out, drink went flying and the stewards fell to the ground.

Mary got up to attend to the lady, "We need the first aid kit now!" One of the stewardess's got up and ran to the back of the plane.

"What the hell was that?" Growled Jennifer, she also hated travelling in a public vechile, and being jolted did not cheer her up. "You," she said to a steward, "what the hell was that?"
"How should I know, missy." A glare sent him away.

The steward had found a fire axe somewhere and was preparing to break down the door to the cockpit. "1, 2, 3!" he said and sung the axe into the door, the axe was sucked in by the gaping hole in thwe cockpit. "Shit!" The steward shouted, "this is gonna depresurise the plane, close this area off!" He shouted to the hostess. They ran to the seturity door and close it, it was strong but only made of sturdy plastic. "What's going on?" Demanded Jennifer, supported by most of the passengers within earshot. "Please return to your seats and remain calm, we are just experiencing a small problem."

"Flight 342 just made a violent turn."
"And still no respone?"
"No, and there wasn't anything to turn away from, it looks like a course correction."
"Using a turn that violent, who's the pilot?"
"Bobson"
"He knows better than that, there's definetly something wrong."

Then it began to rain. Raindrops poured through the hole in the cockpit, and on to the autopilot. The display on the screen changed form 'Kanami' to 'Blackhelm Confederacy', it had changed course.

Plane's current postionhttp://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o114/VampDuck/Mapforairplanedisaster-2.jpg

OOC: Sorry about the lateness of this post, didn't relaise there was a new post

bump?