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Battlehawk Airlines Flight 763 out of Tren'Lar was flying perfectly fine at a signifcant altitude. The Flight was a long one, and was only a third of the way through when it all began to go wrong. A warning light came on in the cabin, carbon Monoxide was in the cabin, they pilots flipped a switch which vented the gas, yet the two pilots where uncoincious.

Jenny Smith was a flight attendant, she had been for a few years now. But she was shocked by what she found when she entered the cabin. The two pilots were out of it and the plane was beginning to pitch downwards, the auto-pilot was offline, undergoing refit.

She swore and headed back to the main section and got on the intercom
"All here this, has anyone here got any piloting experiance, anyone from the BAF?" She asked.
No one responded
"Anyone flown a plane?"
A 16 yearold boy nervouly raised his hand,
"I'm just a Battlehawk Air Cadet" He said.
"Better than nothing"

David Taylor, was an Battlehawk Air Cadet. He had been for nearly three years and had gained the rank of Sergeant. He was able to get some sort of grasp of what was going, he was able to identify enough of the instruments to know they were in trouble. The altidude was dropping, air speed was soaring and the artificial horizon was massivly depressed.

Strappiing himself into the pilot seat he swore to himself.
"Do you know how to get on the comms?" Davvid asked the flight attendant
"More or less, I want to be a pilot, don't wanna be a attendant for my life" She replied turning the comms on "Bob taught me"
DAvid smiled and pressed the transmit button as he managed to level the aircraft off "Mayday, Mayday, this is Battlehawk Airlines 763, declearing an emergency" David announced reading it from a note book Jenny showed him and waited for a reply

Battlehawk Airlines 763 this is the Imperial Navy what is your emergency

"sir we have some plane calling a sos due east of the fleet"said a sailor to the captain of the lead ship as the fleet slowly sails on it's Course

"Battlehawk Airlines 763 this is the Imperial Navy what is your emergency"
"The Pilots are unconcious, we're a 767, I don't know how to propaly fly a big jet, I've flown light aircraft, I can keep her in the air, but more than that..." David responded

The Pilots are unconcious, we're a 767, I don't know how to propaly fly a big jet, I've flown light aircraft, I can keep her in the air, but more than that.

"wow thats just great for those on it"said someone in the room

"send two Vipers to follow it and find out how much fuel they have and get me IAFC on line"said the captain

Airlines 763 how much fuel showing in your fuel gauge

"I heard that" David said in responce to the comment "Fuel, is showing at half on all engines, altitude is stable, airspeed is steady, all engines operational"

ooc he heard nothing he Not standing in the room, on my ship so he not hearing anything till he radioed by them
"Fuel, is showing at half on all engines, altitude is stable, airspeed is steady, all engines operational

"so fuel tanks are half full tell the IAF and see what they say "said the captian

"sir"answer soemone as they sent the message

after a minute the ship got a message asking for information

right Airlines 763 we need you to find the Manifest,it tells you the number of passengers,how much the plane carrying and how much fuel was loaded on for the trip and we need you to tell us where the plane was flying to

Close to the rough positon of BHA 763

WHS Rough Steel was a converted Iowa Class battleship, converted to act as a centre of relif and rescue operations, they were in the area following a distress call from native fisherman that had got swept miles ofcourse. Some thought it overkill to send a ship the size of an Iowa class to save a fishing boat, however Central Command did not. On board the bridge a runner from the radio rome passed a note to the captain, it read.

Detected Distress call from Battlehawk civillian airlinner------Break------low fuel, in-experianced pilot------break------ Some assistance requried

"Battlehawk! You mean the bastards that invaded us?!"

"Yes sir!"

"Damn it! Well we are a rescue ship and we are close enough to assist, so.......damn it give me the radio" The runner obliged and handed the radio to the Captain, who withgreat expenditure of will power contacted the Battlehawk aircraft.

"Battlehawk Airlines 763, this is WHS Rough steel, we are an S&R ship in the vecinity, what is your situation?"

ooc wow Wolf Hold can't you see it i already answered the call and have every thing at hand

OOC: I know you have, but A) two hands are better then one and B) Id like to get myself established in the thread then later if somthing else happens

ooc like we need any more ships seeing they no help with a plane any how, well not till after things go to shit

OOC: How open is this? I was thinking of RPing someone on the plane...

"We got 256 passengers aboard, we got a full capicity of luggage...(STATIC)...destination is The Four Heatons" David reported.

OOC: Your welcome to be someone on the plane

"We got 256 passengers aboard, we got a full capicity of luggage...(STATIC)...destination is The Four Heatons" David reported.

"sending the information back to the IAFC now"said the crew man at the coms

"wonder what they say"said the Captain as tea was handed to him

Airlines 763 you have to wait for abit while a plan is made oh an you should see two Vipers moving up next to your wings

occ
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"UNderstood" David said as he saw the two Fighters appear on the wings. The 767 was still flying steady

'lest see they land in the sea or shit think that work" the captain said as he looked at was sent to his ship from IAFC

"the plane bigger then the Pegasus but their landing wheels are the same spacing,so piggybacking the 767 could work"anwers someone

Captain Jack Tavish hadn't yet gotten used to the feeling of civilian clothes sans-weapon when he boarded flight 763 out of Tren'Lar. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and thought longingly about the Para-Ordnance PXT Hi-Cap .45 he'd left at home. Oh well, he thought, I'll be there soon anyway. His uniform stowed safely in his luggage, his luggage stowed under the plane, all he had to do was wait. His quick thinking under fire during the Borgesian uprising had secured him a promotion, and he was looking forward to cashing in the leave time he'd been granted.

"All here this, has anyone here got any piloting experiance, anyone from the BAF?" She asked.
No one responded
"Anyone flown a plane?"
A 16 yearold boy nervouly raised his hand,
"I'm just a Battlehawk Air Cadet" He said.
"Better than nothing"

Tavish sighed. Nothing's ever easy, is it? I mind my own business, and the plane just 'decides' to take the pilots out of commission. Great. Tavish rebuckled his seatbelt and got ready for what he expected to be a long flight.

ooc hawk?

Back in the main cabin, the passengers were beginning to panic, the flight staff were doing their best to calm everyone down, but it was only a matter of time before something, or someone snapped...

ooc hawk the plane has only two engines so unless you want to crash very early i would hold back and post what going on with other passengers

Changed it

"okay so the plane two hours out from the 767, so radio an find if any one from the crew can be talked to"said the Captain

Airlines 763 is there anyone from the crew we can talk to ?

"I've got the chief flight attendant?"

"I've got the chief flight attendant?"

ok put them on as we need to tell what has been planed

OOC: Are you there, Battlehawk?

David smiled weakly as he passed the headset to Jenny

OOC: I'm going to assume this is open, if not ignore this post.


Martin Gyarmaty, a former Ursavian spy-plane pilot, sat in one of the many seats of the first-class section. He looked like a relaxed business-man on a business/vacation. He was wearing khaki pants, a tacky red tropical shirt, and white hi-top tennis shoes. The sixty-some year old former pilot who had served under the rule of Odon Pete was riding the plane out of Battlehawk because he had recently taken a vacation to a more tropical country much further south and Battlehawk had been as far as the soonest flight he could find went. After this flight he would then catch one headed for Ursava while enjoying air and it's scenery as much as possible. Then the announcement came over the speakers all across the plane thanks to the flight attendant. After a few moments though, the request came for a pilot and before Martin could volunteer his service: the kid beat him to the punch. Not too long after the kid went to the cockpit.

"Right, that kid needs a co-pilot who's actually got some experience." Martin said more to himself than the nearby flight attendant.

Martin headed for the cockpit's door and gave two soft knocks while he waited and rubbed his goatee with his free hand before moving it to brush under his hair. He hadn't flown many large aircraft in his day, the largest aircraft ever under his controls being a Russian M-55 spy-plane.

"Why didn't you put your hand up immediatly?" Jenny asked him as she opened the door before getting ready to speak into headset

"I'm in my sixties, and besides..." Martin looked at the young man "...it's rude to interupt, I'm not fast and I'm not rude." Martin added as he stepped in to the cockpit.

Martin instantly took a spot in the co-pilot's seat and went over the various controls. He didn't recognize all of them given how old his experiance was, but he could probably easily make up for thsoe that the young man did not recognize. Martin grabbed the now unconscious co-pilot's head-set and planted it firmly in position while he moved himself to rest comfortably on the chair.

"Evenin' kid." Martin said as he adjusted the head-set's mike.

"Evening"2

OOC: Just wondering, (the RP is going great btw) is there anything my character can do in this situation? I realize that there's no obligation for you to provide me with RP material, of course, but maybe one of the other passengers could get ornery/belligerent and need 'creative' restraint, or maybe my guy could get involved hindering the people who caused this incident to occur (because we all know (I hope) that the aircraft malfunctioning was no 'accident')?

OOC: Indeed, it was no accident, so you can play about with that if you wish, let me know and I'll introduce a bad guy

David smiled weakly as he passed the headset to Jenny

an who are you and what do you know of what happen?

"I'm flight Attendant, Jenny Sato, there was a monoxide warning in the cabin, when it was safe i checked and the pilots were unconcious"

"I'm flight Attendant, Jenny Sato, there was a monoxide warning in the cabin, when it was safe i checked and the pilots were unconcious"

Jenny you do know Carbon monoxide is a significantly toxic gas and has no odor or color and It is the most common type of fatal poisoning in many countries

[OOC:They vented it in the nick of time, I think. CO's real danger lies in its undetectability. Also, if any of this is not okay, I will gladly fix it.]

A man several rows behind Tavish had been loudly complaining about the rookie pilot taking over the controls and the passengers not being allowed to use cellphones since the accident occurred. Tavish knew the type, the loudmouthed lawyer who simply had to be tapping away messages on his blackberry or laptop and about whom the world simply had to revolve. Normally, he tolerated these people with silent contempt, but in the agitated, tense atmosphere of the cabin, such behaviors and attitudes could be dangerous. He turned around in his seat and looked over the headrest to address the man.

"Sir, please calm down. You are not improving your situation by your actions, and the best thing we can all do to get through this is to remain calm." The man did not take this well.

"How dare you talk to me that way! What's your name? I could destroy you buddy, don't you know who I am?!?"

"Sir, I neither know nor care who you are, my primary concern is surviving this crisis, and I'm sure yours are the same."

"I don't believe this. Some punk with a short haircut is telling me how to act! Flight attendant! Flight attendant! Tell this man to mind his own business! FLIGHT ATTENDANT!"

"Sir, please don't distract them. They are trying to do their jobs, and all you are doing is making the other passengers nervous. Sir, what are you doing? We've been ordered to stay in our seats. Sir, sit down. Sir!" Dammit.

The man, now red-faced and belligerent, had gotten up, violently pushed his way to the aisle, and was walking towards the front of the cabin. This guy is dangerous. Tavish acted quickly. Waiting until the man was almost past the row immediately behind his own, Tavish whipped his arm around quickly, letting his open hand swing outward into the aisle, backhanding the man squarely in the testicles. The man reflexively doubled over in pain, allowing Tavish to place his hand lightly on the back of his head and firmly bring his forehead downwards and into powerful, yet nonlethal contact with the metal end-piece of Tavish's armrest. The man crumpled to the floor, out cold. Hopefully it just looked like he tripped. Feigning surprised dismay, Tavish rushed to 'aid' the comatose man and lifted him into the seat in-between Tavish and the window. Tavish quickly and inconspicuously covered him with a blanket and placed an in-flight pillow under his head. A flight attendant had by this time rushed to the scene. Tavish put as much concern as he could into his expression as the flight attendant looked at him quizzically.

"What happened here? I head him calling for an attendant."

"Yeah, poor guy wanted a drink or something to calm his nerves and then tripped over some klutz's foot and hit his head. I made him comfortable though."

"Well thank you, it's so nice to see people helping each other in a tense time."

"Its the least I could do."

As the flight attendant walked off Tavish instinctively checked the man's pockets for ID. What he found, or rather what he didn't find, alarmed him. The man had no blackberry. Furthermore, he had no pens, glasses, or cellphone. The man didn't even have any wallet, identification, or money. This is really weird. Tavish quickly frisked the man. This time he found something. Holy shit. From one of the man's socks Tavish discreetly withdrew a Mirage X Operator Military-Grade ceramic knife. So much for metal detectors. Tavish quickly pushed the 'call flight attendant' button, desperately hoping the man's comrades had bought the whole 'tripping' sham, if indeed the man had any comrades. Shit, he was probably trying to retake the cockpit when I tripped him. If I walk to the front of the cabin, they'll know I found the weapon. Please please answer the call.Tavish quickly placed the knife in the man's jacket pocket under the blanket. I should have known from the carbon monoxide poisoning. A simple and thoroughly effective way to take the crew out silently. We're damn lucky. Lucky the pilots vented the stuff, lucky the cockpit door was unlocked, and lucky the flight attendant checked the cockpit. Please answer the damn button!

[OOC: Like I said, if any of this isn't kosher, just say so. This way you can choose what to do with the man's accomplices, and Tavish is alerted to the plot. It's your move from here, Battlehawk.]

ooc you can't vent anything out ,have you not seen those show talking about plane crashs where planes full up with smoke ?

ooc you can't vent anything out ,have you not seen those show talking about plane crashs where planes full up with smoke ?

[OOC: I don't know man, its fiction, if everyone had died, there would be no story. And its definitely not something important enough to OOC-up the thread about.]

[OOC: I don't know man, its fiction, if everyone had died, there would be no story. And its definitely not something important enough to OOC-up the thread about.]

ooc then it be something in their food or drink seeing no one else been taken out

[OOC:Talk to BH, have it retconned, whatever makes you happy.]

OOC: My god man, you've been complaining this entire RP ISA! If you don't like so many things than why don't you just leave and let somebody else take over as a rescue ship?!

ooc My god Ursava who asked you to add your two cents

OOC: In case you haven't realized, I'm in this roleplay too. All your doing is complaining about everything while I'm trying to stop this from being filled with nothing but OOC banter, anyways:


"You ever flown anything this big before little one?" Michael asked from the co-pilot's seat.

Then he watched as the headset was handed from the cadet to the flight attendant and he listened carefully to the conversation before introducing himself as well when he had a feeling they were temporarily done talking.

"This is retired Airman Michael Gyarmaty of the Ursavian National Airforce, serving as co-pilot." Michael said in to his headset's microphone.

mother goose to sea hound we are under Airlines 763 an all set to start,request that you radio them to low wheels

copy mother goose,radioing them now

Airlines 763 lower your landing gears and keep the plane leveled and stand by to listen to mother goose order

ooc: May I rp someone on the plane or something else that's open?

[OOC: I don't think BH would have any problem with it. I can't speak for BH though.]

OOC: Sure theres more than enough people on board

IC:

"No" David replied "David Taylor"

"Yes I know that" Jenny said

OOC: He was talking to the rescue forces.


"Nice to meet you young man, my name's Michael Gyarmaty: never flown anything this big either but I have flown under fire." Michael replied.

Looking out the window, Michael watched as the water passed below them and clouds passed above them. Michael, though he wasn't in control of the aircraft at the moment, still kept his hands on the controls as they flew.

ooc if you both missed it the plane just been radioed and asked to do something

ic

both Vipers drop back behind the 767 keeping out of sight of anyone on the plane as a larger plane slowly moved up towards it

*snip*

[OOC: You going to respond to this, Battlehawk (use the green arrow, I didn't want to clutter up the thread with my long-ass post)?]

"Understood" David said and lowered the Landing gear

<Main Cabin>

One of the attendants made her way to the seat in question

The flight attendant had made it to Tavish's row.

"Sir, what seems to be the problem?"

"Nothing, ma'am, unless you consider this a 'problem'." Tavish whispered as he lifted the unconscious man's jacket open to reveal the knife. "I found it on him after I helped him into the seat. It's a military-grade ceramic knife. Gets through airport security no sweat. I think our aircraft's 'malfunctions' may not be so 'accidental'. Please keep this from the other passengers, for obvious reasons. However, we still have a problem. He's been in his seat the whole flight, so unless there was an automatic sabotage device on board (unlikely, as it would have been detected), he's got friends. Now I've been in combat situations before, can you discreetly put me in touch with the person in charge?"

[OOC: Sorry if any of this is a bit forward, I'm just trying to get my guy in on the action. Do what you see fit, although I would appreciate it if I could keep him alive and intact (I've got big plans for JackTavish).]

"One second" The Flight attendant said, before walking off to the otherside of the plane. A few minutes later a man walked over and sat in the seat next to Tavish and discretly flashed a Federal Badge.
"Agent Stryker, Federal Air Marshal" The Agent said

Tavish breathed a sigh of relief. "Marshal, thank god you're here. I suggest you take this man's weapon, it's stowed inside his jacket." Tavish motioned to where the weapon was hidden and continued. "Given the nature of our 'accident' and this man's actions, there's no question in my mind that this guy has one or more accomplices on the aircraft. Given that we're in a close-quarters situation, we've got a rookie in the cockpit, and it's likely that we've still got a long way to go, I think we should focus on discretion and containment. We can't give these bastards an aircraft full of hostages, so we can't let them know they've been discovered.

"Like I told the lady, I'm fully trained and I've been in combat situations before," Tavish quickly flashed his own Gesfan Defense Force ID before hanging it on his own shirt breast pocket "so what can I do?"

"I'm sure you've seen one of these before" Styker commented passing a fields ops comm device and taking the knife, and placing it into his pocket "I'm going to go down into the hold and check out the electronics"

[OOC: I'm going to assume it's an in-the-ear device. Also, would it be too much for Tavish to ask for a weapon (and I'm talking like a firearm, don't just hand him the knife)? Just a thought.]

Tavish placed the device in his ear. "Thanks. You need someone down there to watch your back, or do you want me to remain here?"

OOC: I'll make a terrorist as well, just to spice things up.


Michael looked over at the young man in the seat beside him and readjusted his holding on the co-pilot's controls.

"Young one, why don't you transfer the controls and take a break for a while?" Michael asked casually.

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Stupid fool. Taksony Keleman thought as he watched one of his 'friends' 'tripped'...by walking straight in to an extended hand and falling face-forward in to one of the seat rails.

Taksony promptly stood up, informed one of the flight attendants he was heading for a bathroom, and slipped inside. When inside the cramped space, silent removal of the smoke detector was no problem. Taksony thanked God for corrupt flight inspectors as he withdrew a loaded Five-seveN Tactical and two extra clips. It was a small load, but Taksony didn't require anything greater in such a small space. He knew that any of the other hi-jackers were aware of this plan incase one of them was brought down. Taksony tucked the gun deep in to his belt, keeping the safety on, and made sure his ceramic knife was in place before flushing the toilet and walking back to his seat. Taksony sat in a way so the lump of the gun wouldn't be easily noticed unless one sat beside him and was specifically seeking out such a thing. Thankfully the seats beside him were completely empty.

Taksony sighed as he waited to see what would happen next. He had hoped his White Shield training would not have to be used but it looked like it.

"Sure" David said gratefully transfering control and flexing his fingers.

Main Cabin

Styker nodded "Follow me" He said and walked to the back of the plane. He opened a store cupboard and opened a sealed compartment at the back with an access code. He took out and extra two clips for his Glock and took out a second glock also with two clips.

Tavish followed the man and accepted the weapon. Glock. Low recoil, hi-cap. Good thing they won't be wearing armor, though. Tavish thoughtfully toggled the safety, checked the magazines, and pulled the slide, chambering the first round. He turned back to the marshal, keeping his weapon hidden under his coat.

"Alright, what's our first move?"

"I want to check all the aircraft systems, stay here, guard the hatch, and keep an eye out for any trouble up here whilsts i'm down there" Stryker said

Tavish nodded. "I'm gonna check in with you every five over the comm. Good luck."

"Thank you" Stryker said opening the hatch and jumping down, taking a tourch from a holder on the side he lit it and headed for the electronics suite, towards the middle of the plane...

...Once there he found what confirmed his suspicons, job done he headed back for the hatch...
..."We need to land this plane" He commented

Tavish helped the man out of the hatch. "First, what's the situation down there, and second, how do you want to go about doing that? There are hostiles on this aircraft, what do we need to do?"

"There's a type three by-pass module in the electronics suite, completley tamper-proof, Militry spec" Stryker replied "We need to flush these bastards out into the open"

"Any ideas?"

Michael felt his controls suddenly get heavier in how they moved as the controls were switched over and he took the liberty of getting on the intercom to the passengers throughout the entirety of the plane.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen, this is one of your pilot's speaking: as soon as I've consulted with the appropriate authorities we will try and land as soon as possible so I ask you all to stay calm." Michael said.

Then he switched over to the comms in to the kitchen area where he was likely to find a flight assistant.

"Can somebody please get me a flight marshal?" He asked through the privat comms.

Meanwhile, Taksony watched while two men dissapeared to the back of the plain and sighed in wait.

"Get the pilots to put us into a dive, the terrorists might try to seize control of the plane at that point?" Stryker suggested

Cockpit

"I'll find one" Jenny said

"Thank you, uh..." Michael looked for her name-tag "...Jenny, tell him to come to the cockpit: I have a few questions." Michael said.

Adjusting how his fingers rested on the controls, Michael felt the sweat forming on his brow and looked to Daniel.

"Are you getting hot boy?" He asked, looking back to the window.

OOC: Flight marshal as in, the Federal Marshal?

"Just a bit, must be something with the environmental controls again" David commented

OOC: Yeah. Also, I assume there are more than two terrorists (me and the one Gesford knocked out).


"I think that's how they got the pilots with the C02, turn on the air conditioning will you boy?" Michael asked "It's that button there." Michael said, pointing to a button near Daniel's right thigh.

Taksony wasn't too hot though, he was fine. He was simply waiting for the perfect opportunity to grab a hostage and make the plane get quiet.

"Get the pilots to put us into a dive, the terrorists might try to seize control of the plane at that point?" Stryker suggested
Tavish mulled it over. "Might work. I can't think of anything better. Do we proceed to the cockpit or contact them from here?"

Airlines 763 Passenger would feel the plane rock and would hear odd sounds as the landing wheels were clamped under them

Airlines 763 this is mother goose switch off your engines as we are now taking control of flying

[OOC: Uh, wouldn't switching off the engines make the aircraft crash?]

[OOC: Uh, wouldn't switching off the engines make the aircraft crash?]

ooc If you been following at All there a bigger plane under it which it piggyback on Now

Why else did i say Lower the landing wheels

[OOC: Christ, sorry. Maybe the fact that you said "we are not taking control" rather than "we are now taking control" just might have been slightly confusing. Or maybe the difficulty in reading your posts in general just might make it hard to understand. Maybe the fact that, as you say, "piggybacking" a jumbo jet as big or bigger than a Boeing fucking 757 is absolutely the most insanely, suicidally, stupid ideas anyone's ever had. You complained about the impossibility of a cockpit crew getting incapped by CO? Give me a goddamn break. You're talking about the most crappily thought out, impossible-in-a-million-years, not-even-concievable, kill-everyone-on-both-aircraft maneuver. It's not even a maneuver its so ridiculous. So excuse me for not understanding, even when I was listening, as you say, "at All"..]

ooc oh shit i put a t and not w shit i'm bad i thinking of another post as i was doing that one and second Hawk has said it's a 767 and third this is NS where alot of People have big planes ,ships,and airships

[OOC: First of all, my main complaint is still your whining about lack of realism. Your post just now, however, reinforces my other point. Like, what the hell did you just say?]

this is NS where alot of People have big planes ,ships,and airships

[OOC: I challenge you to give me even a marginally realistic technical explanation of any aircraft that can carry a 767 without resorting to FT to get your fantastic airframe.]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antonov_An-225

[OOC: Your clever plan might hold water if it weren't for the fact that you are doing this in a ridiculous manner. You're landing a full 767 (about 440k lbs) on an aircraft the upper fuselage of which is maxed out at 450k lbs. You're proposing to do this a) without properly rigging the damn thing; b) while in flight; and c) against all design (there really is no aircraft in proposed NS or actual reality that is made to carry a 767). Honestly, I don't give a crap either way, because my guy won't be involved in this silliness. But its ridiculous for you first to hold everyone to realism standards while suggesting what is still the most impossibly unrealistic suicide-maneuver ever, and then to get indignant when one person not RPing that particular part of the thread doesn't understand the crap you're trying to pull off. And sorry, I don't buy the "oh shit i put a t and not w shit i'm bad i thinking of another post as i was doing that one", firstly because that is a completely nonsensical jumble of words, and secondly because no "thinking of another post" could ever redeem such horrible writing. In fact, nothing can. Go take some 1st grade English classes.]

its fiction
ooc as you said already and second do you know about Every NS plane how do you know ?

[OOC: I give up. I absolutely give up.]

OOC: I have the ace-in-the-hole that can end this argument between intelligence and terrible writing...I'm currently the pilot in control. Also, ISA; you tried to verify your plan because it was a 767 and not a 757. Well let's compare stats.

Boeing 757 Civilian Airliner
It has a wing-tip to wing-tip width of 124 feet and 10 inches (38.0 m). It has a landing-gear to the top of the tail-height of 44 feet and six inches (13.6 m). It's landing gear has a width of 24 feet at it's widest (7.3 m). It also has a nose-to-tail length of 155 feet and 3 inches (47.3 m). Besides this it weighs a total MINIMUM safe takeoff weight of 123,600 kilograms (272,500 lb).

Boeing 767 Civilian Airliner
It has a wing-tip to wing-tip width of 156 feet and 1 inch (47.6 m). It has a landing-gear to tail height of 52 feet (15.8 m). It's landing gear is 30 feet and 6 inches (9.3 m) apart at their widest. It also has a nose-to-tail length of 180 feet and 3 inches (54.9 m). Besides this it weighs a total of (minimum safe take-off weight again) of 465,000 pounds (210,920 kg).

The 757 was the small option and you tried to use the fact that it was a 767 to verify your plan...when your aircraft isn't even designed to rig up in mid-air with small aircraft, let alone a civilian airliner!!!!!!!! Besides that, top-side it can only handle 200,000 kilograms (440,000 pounds) according to your link!!!! Battlehawk, I'm sorry but like Gesford I just can't stand this sillyness.

ooc how do you know Ursava what my plane can do or can't

that just a link to a RL airframe ,there nothing on it about any change anyone can do with the airframe or image here on NS like it has been done is there now, STFU

oh yes the only Ones who keep going about and bring it up dam 757 are you Ursava and Gesford

"Battlehawk Airlines 763 this is the Imperial Navy what is your emergency"
"The Pilots are unconcious, we're a 767, I don't know how to propaly fly a big jet, I've flown light aircraft, I can keep her in the air, but more than that..." David responded

OOC: And the only man who makes unintelligible posts where said person is obviously trying to seem superior and intelligent is you ISA because you obviously didn't look that the 767 is much bigger mister "the only ones bringing it up are you!". You've never posted (from what your history shows) any signs of buying a plane even better than that or building one and you've never posted producing them for your country yet you expect me to believe you? Also, I'm the pilot in control at the moment so I decide if the plane locks in to position with yours impossibly. I could send both planes crashing to the ocean and kill everybody if I felt like it right now.

[OOC: ISA, regardless of everything you've said, I am yet to be convinced that MT technology exists that will allow a strong enough, large enough aircraft to have a 757 OR A 767 land on it. The physics and the design of the aircraft (about which you have provided nothing very useful) make this stunt impossible. Sorry.]

ooc you don't need show a dam thing about RL gear seeing it free unlike NS made gear

OOC: Like I said, I'm the pilot and I'm not doing this until you can prove to me that you have started development of that aircraft (which is apparently not the one you showed according to your own words) prior to this RP.

ooc you don't need show a dam thing about RL gear seeing it free unlike NS made gear

[OOC: That post. Does not. Make sense.]

OOC: Seriously.

OOC: If you want another nation to find your airplane Battkehawk, I can do it if you want too.

OOC: Well, the Air Marshal is about to order the pilot to go into a dive away from ISA's aircraft, so they can bump into you?

"This is Air Marshal Stryker, dive the plane, repeat dive the plane" Stryker instructed

ooc so you going to waste time Hawk and crash your plane into my one that under it oh as well forgetting there fighters on the tail

OOC:Just a question, BAttlehawk has a 737 or 767 (I think) How big is this plane that it is piggybacking off. It would have to be the size of an airbourne command cruiser. Which I am pretty sure you wouldn't have lying about.

OOC: The Air Marshal wants to flush out the terrorists, he's unaware of the plane below

OOC:Just a question, BAttlehawk has a 737 or 767 (I think) How big is this plane that it is piggybacking off. It would have to be the size of an airbourne command cruiser. Which I am .

ooc wow been playing the game Warhawk have we? and when did you know more about my Air Focre then i do to know pretty sure what i have and have not

and yes i do have a plane that job to carry a shuttle that bigger then the space shuttle laying around

OOC: The Air Marshal wants to flush out the terrorists, he's unaware of the plane below
the plane has radar ?

OOC: Thats the Wolf Hold..., and to your question aimed at me, My Marshals at the back of the plane, he's been out of contact with the front

Originally Posted by Imperial isa
ooc wow been playing the game Warhawk have we? and when did you know more about my Air Focre then i do to know pretty sure what i have and have not
and yes i do have a plane that job to carry a shuttle that bigger then the space shuttle laying around

OOC: Actually no, never heard of warhawk, but still, its a generic term used by several games and other concepts. Its your airforce so, I'm only posing how practical it is. But if BH has no problem with it then fine, his RP, his rules.


Originally Posted by The Wolf Hold
OOC:Just a question, BAttlehawk has a 737 or 767 (I think) How big is this plane that it is piggybacking off. It would have to be the size of an airbourne command cruiser. Which I am .
Oh and next time try to be a bit more polite when some is just wondering wether what you are doing is right, oh and be more original with your insults, calling people large is the oldst one on the book.

OOC: Well, the Air Marshal is about to order the pilot to go into a dive away from ISA's aircraft, so they can bump into you?

"This is Air Marshal Stryker, dive the plane, repeat dive the plane" Stryker instructed

OOC: That's cool. I'll write something up and when this is confirmed, they'll run into you.

IC:

A Sonic Dingo Fighter Jet (Sonic) alongside five Dingo Fighter Jets and two Seekers soared across the sky hunting for a de-comissioned light naval cruiser ready for being sunk. This was also the perfect moment to give the new pilots a chance to test their capabilities. Sonic pulled off from the formation as the Dingo Fighter Jets broke off. The Seekers started to begin their attack run on the cruiser. Sonic watched as they each dropped two topedoe's and broke away from the cruiser. The topedoe's streamed through the waters at high speed as they exploded into the side of the cruiser. The explosion was terffic as it set off C4 Chargers around the cruiser and it sank straight to the bottom of the ocean.

"Well done boys," started Sonic as he started to pick something on radar. "Ace of Spades calling Union Command. Have unknown classificiation of aircraft on radar. Going to investigate. Seeker Squadron, head back home with Green 5. Rest of all are with me," concluded Sonic as four Dingo Fighter Jets followed Sonic. The other Dingo escorted the Seekers back to base as they were curious about what this plane might be.

OOC: Since ISA still has yet to provide any information on his miracle craft I'm just going to ignore his presence entirely until either a) he provides the needed info and proof or b) Battlehawk gets on me and makes me include him.


Michael listened as the Air Marshal's command came over the radio from the back of the plane. Michael prepared himself, worried about diving in such a large aircraft. He had dived in many before this but when he had they were much smaller...less commercial airlinery. Michael looked around at his surroundings and the clear skys before responding to the Air Marshal.

"Are you sure you want me to do that Marshal? If we dive too deeply or too fast, this beast may not be able to pull out in time." Michael said, looking over to Daniel.

"Do your best" The Marshal said, as he and Tavish waited for the plane to dive "And Lock your cockpit"

"Why?" Michael asked, almost to himself "Alright, diving now."

Michael looked to Daniel before locking the craft in auto-pilot. Michael rose and locked the door before returning to his seat, clicking off the autopilot, and slowly pushing forward on his controls: tilting the nose of the plane down. He could almost hear the stereotypical 'nnnnnnnuew' of a WWII dive-bomber moving in on it's target. Michael watched as the ocean came up faster and faster.


Taksony and other passengers found themselves slowly leaning against their seatbelts. A few people caled out in alarm and the flight attendants tried to grab at things and keep steady. One flight attendant was about to stumble out of control past Taksony but he caught her hand to stop her from possibly hurting herself.

"What's going on?" Taksony asked, pulling the assistant up so she could grab a seat.

"Keep diving" The Marshal said as he waited for someone to make a move "Push it to the limit"

"I don't know" THe attendant replied with a smile of thanks

"If you think it's best." Michael replied.

He dipped the plan even more and watched as the ocean began to fill up the view out the window more and more. Michael tore his eyes away from what was in front of him to take a look at Daniel. After he had given the boy a nod, trying to say they'd be alright, he looked back to the windows and watched as they passed below several clouds.

"I'll have to pull up soon, or we'll crash!" Michael called.


Meanwhile Taksony listened to the flight attendant give her answer of 'I don't know' and then glanced behind him to see no signs of the two men who had dissapeared in to the back of the plane. He knew that if he made a move, only the slope of the plane would be a problem because there would be no way for any air marshal to get to him before he had a hostage and he was in a good position.

"Could you make a random guess?" He asked.

"Pull up!" The Marshal hissed "Hard bank, left"

"Feels like a dive" The Flight attendant replied

No, really? Taksony thought sarcastically before he spoke "Why would they be diving?" Taksony asked, playing up the part of a curious passenger.


"Alright." Michael said.

The plane began to pull up and tilt to the left. Leveling out, save for the turn of course, the plane was riding just below most of the clouds and it was beginning to make a slow circle through the air.

"Listen Marshal, I need to answer nature's call so hold off on any further instructions while the kid flies, will you?" Michael asked in to his radio before looking to Daniel "Kid, mind taking control so I can head for the bathroom?" He asked, making sure to not lower any more, just turn.

"We may have lost an engine" THe Flight attendant commented standing

"Sure" David said "I got it"

Taksony shook his head as the plane leveled out "We just got even." Taksony said.

Then he saw the old man come walking out of the cockpit, one of the two pilots: the perfect oppurtunity. Taksony bolted up from his seat and drew his gun from his belt. Grabbing the old man around the throat, Taksony stuck the gun to the side of the old man's head while several people around him screamed. Michael could only grunt as he began to think out the situation.

"Alright, nobody move!" Taksony called.

"Talk about a dive," started 10 of Spades as he leveled his Dingo with Sonic's aircraft.

"Worse still," replied the King of Spades as Sonic started to take an interest. "It's heading towards Vamperial Kingdom air space,"

"We're to treat it like a terrorist attack is about to begin," announced Sonic over the intercom as he started his dive run. "Prepare for an attack run boys and girls,"

Sonic increased his speed and followed the path that the airliner aircraft had taken. He soared down with the sound of a dive bomber lurking for its victim and followed close behind by the other four fighter jets. They came as suddenly as they appeared, they pounced on their victim. The Dingo's took up position with two at each of the wing of the airliner while Sonic dived down and leveled himself with the cockpit of the aircraft. He didn't wanted to scare the pilots nor did he wanted to go un-noticed. Sonic glanced about and noticed what appeared to be...a teenager? Sonic checked again and it was confirmed as he pulled himself back along the aircraft checking for living passenagers before pulling away from the aircraft itself.

"Looks like a terrorist attack has happened," started Sonic as he pulled back as the fleet came on radar. "Juggernought Fleet, this is Ace of Spades. We got a possible terrorist hijacking happening on the airliner,"

"Copy that Ace of Spades. Standby for further orders," replied a voice over the intercom.

"This is the Vamperial Kingdom Juggernought Naval Fleet calling unidentified airliner," started the voice over the channel's. "You are not on our records of allowed aircraft into Vamperial Airspace neither are you a friendly or allied aircraft. Either state your business, change your direction or be prepared to be shot down," concluded the voice over the channels as this made Sonic lift an eyebrow.

"Sir," started a voice on an encrypted and secured line. "Are they serious about shooting a civilian aircraft down?" asked the 2 of Spades.

"It's called a bluff 2 of Spades. It's like playing poker. You need a straight face and able to make a bluff," replied Sonic on the secured channel. "Play it right and they'll fall into your hands. Nevertheless, they're bluffing and won't shoot them down,"

"Ohh..." replied the 2 of Spades while feeling like an idoit.

OOC: A bluff anybody with military training (which both pilots have in some form) and some political experiance would be able to call.

"GO" Stryker said and he and Taviish enetered the main compartment "Federal Air Marshal, put hte gun down now" HE challenged, keeping to the back of the plane and keeping an eye on the other passengers

"Don't move!" Taksony ordered, pressing the gun to Michael's temple.

Michael was trying to assess the situation, hoping that he would be able to work his way out of his mess. He knew Taksony's accent, it was his own: that was why he wouldn't be able to speak in Russian: that and there was no guarantee that the Air Marshal spoke Russian himself. Maybe though, there was a second language he could use. As a former Black Guard, Michael was trained in several languages: it just might work but it was a gamle.


OOC: Does Battlehawk have it's own national language.

OOC: A bluff anybody with military training (which both pilots have in some form) and some political experiance would be able to call.

OOC: I understand where your coming from. Nevertheless, 2 of Spades is a rookie in the House of Spades and he didn't have political diploma. I like to see it as character. One other thing, will the teenager answer the call from the Vamperial Fleet?

OOC: Yes it does

The Air Marshal and the terrorist were in a stand-off. The Marshel, couldn't quite get a clean, safe shot off, he'd just have to wait

"Vamperial Kingdom Juggernought Naval Fleet, this is Battlehawk Airlines Flight 763, we're in a bit of bother here, I'm doing my best to keep the plane in the air" David responded.

"Your doing just fine but I think you lost your way," replied the voice over the intercom as Sonic interuppted the conversation.

"This is the Ace of Spades calling Battlehawk Airlines Flight 763," stated Sonic as the Juggernought Fleet was put on standby. "I understand there's something suspcious going on in the aircraft and there's not much I can do about it. Nevertheless, this is being treated as a hijacking and I highly recommend that you shift course and land at a Vamperial Military Airbase is that understood?" concluded Sonic as he adjusted himself. "You got five fighter jets keeping a close eye on you. If you leave Vamperial Airspace you'll be on your own. Understood?"

"Understood" David responded "However, at the momement we are no where near landable"

Michael looked at the Air Marshal, searched his memory of training, and left Taksony with a confused look on his face as he spoke to the Air Marshal rather casually...in his own language, with barely any pauses where they weren't need.

"I think I know how to solve this." Michael said, glancing back to Taksony.

"Well?" The MArshal asked,

"Look over there." Michael said, pointing to an empty row of seats.

Taksony laughed and pointed the gun in the same direction, sticking it well over Michael's shoulder.

"What? What's so impor..." Taksony was cut off.

Michael grabbed his arm and just about everybody might be surprised to see the old man flip Taksony over his shoulder. Before Taksony could realize what was going on however, he was struck on the neck and passed out. Michael then proceeded to strip Taksony of his Five-seveN and the two spare clips, all of which he tucked in to his built. Exhaling from the exhertion and then stretching his shoulders, he looked to the Air Marshal.

"Tie him up if you'd please Marshal." Michael said, his voice seeming to have changed from that of some old man on vacation to somebody with some serious combat experiance.

Styker advanced down the aisle, his weapon, still raised as he approached the downed suspect.

"He won't be doing much Marshal..." Michael said, maintaining his 'new voice' and still breathing heavy "...I could have killed him if I wanted."

Meanwhile Taksony only groaned and shifted slightly on the floor. Michael headed for the cockpit and when he walked through and paused. Swearing at the sight of the fighter jet flying nearby. Michael immidiatelly sat down and grabbed his head-set.

"This is Battlehawk Airlines Flight 763..." Michael looked at the jet's emblems "...I see you're a Lynion pilot: mind telling me what's going on?" Michael asked.

"Ace of Spades here," replied Sonic. "I was hoping you could explain the same thing. Nevertheless, we were out on military manovours when your aircraft came up on radar and after seeing your pilot do a dive we thought we should check it out. Then when I checked out the cockpit and saw a teenager flying it, we treated it like a terrorist suspect," explained Sonic as he kept his fighter leveled. "Now, mind telling us what's your side of the story?"

"The pilots were knocked out by CO2 in the cockpit and the plane started to dive. After that the kid raised his hand to pilot the plane and I joined him. So far we've discovered at least one, maybe two insurgent scum-bags who are both incapacitated. Right now the kid's got control and we had gone in to a dive so we could draw the terrorists out." Michael explained it all rather casually, only putting emphasis on 'scum-bags' the entire time that he was talking.

Michael then looked to the young boy.

"Do you want me to take control Daniel?" He asked.

"I'm fine" Daniel said

"Sounds like you got everything under control then," started Sonic as he signalled the pilots to prepare to go home. "If there's nothing more you need help with, give us a call. Otherwise, alter course so you don't run into Vamperial Airspace unless your expected there," concluded Sonic.

"Well we do need somewhere to land" Daniel commented

"Give me a few moments," started Sonic as he switiched channels to the Vamperial Channels. "This is Ace of Spades calling Vamperial Order. We got airliner Battlehawk Airlines Flight 763 requesting permission to land on Vamperial Terrority. They just had a terrorist attack so they'll need to cuff the terrorists, refull and may need medical aid," briefed Sonic.

"Vamperial Order calling Ace of Spades," replied the voice. "Lynion is busy with the military exercises going on and you won't be able to bring them in. Alter course and head for Union. We've altered the authorities there and they'll have Rangers at the airport to deal with the terrorists. For now this is being treated as a terrorist attack until the terrorists themselves are handcuffed," the voice explained.

"Copy that," replied Sonic as he switched to the channel to the airliner. "Battlehawk Airliner 763, this is Ace of Spades calling. I just contacted my commanders and they stated you can only land in the Vamperial Colony of Union. They'll have forces to deal with the terrorists and you'll be able to refuell at the same time. Alter course starboard side for Union Air Space. It's about 3 hours flight out. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Noithing thank you ace of spades, your help has been appreciated" Daniel replied looking out the cockpit window to the fighters

OOC: Are you heading to Vamperial Kingdom Terrority or are we going to leave the thread as it is?

OOC: Headng to Vamperial Kingdom Terriroty

"Calling Battlehawk Airlines 763, this is Union Command," started another voice on the channel. "Ace of Spades has informed us of your current situation and we're clearing you for landing procedures at Univax International Airport. We have security forces on standby to arrest the terrorists," concluded the voice. "Do you understand?"


OOC: Sorry about the long wait for my reply.

"Reading you loud and clear Union Command" Daniel said Cofidently as they flew ever closer

OOC: You forgot to post cuffing Taksony so...


The cockpit door came flying open with quite the ruckus while some frightened screams could be heard from first-class. There Taksony stood with his knife drawn and anger on his face. Taksony came rushing forward to Michael who didn't even have time to effectively turn around. He was pressed to the back of the seat and the knife was put to the throat while a furious Taksony looked to Daniel.

"Turn the plane around or the old man dies!" Taksony ordered.

Michael grunted as his neck was arched back.

"Do it" Daniel challenged as he kept the plane on course "Go on, do it!"

"I swear to god I will!" Taksony yelled back.

The knife was brought ever closer to Michael's neck and it was pressed hard enough that a small trickle of blood moved down and stained one of the white flowers on Michael's shirt a darker shade of red than the main body of said shirt. Michael grunted while he let one hand tightly clutched the arm of his chair and the other unnoticabley slipped behind him to the loaded Five-seveN. Michael shot a sideways glance towards Daniel while he flew.

"Well the question now is" Daniel said as he gripped the control colum "Can you balance" With that he put the aircraft into a banking dive turning the cockpit on its side

Taksony yelled in surprise as he was flung to the side, away from Michael. Meanwhile Michael let his seat spin to face Taksony. Without bothering to unbuckle Michael pulled the Five-seveN from the back of his belt and drew bead on Taksony's chest. He began pressing the trigger and Daniel would be able to see blood staining Taksony's nice white dress-shirt and suit-jacket as the 20 5.7x28mm SS190 rounds pumped in to him. Michael was keeping both eyes open as the handgun kicked against his wrists and when the gun clicked empty he ejected the empty clip and watch as Taksony gargled on something, most likely his own blood, and slid down the wall: staining it with a large streak of his blood while more pooled on the cockpit floor. His knife slipped from his grip and was slowly stained with that same blood.

Michael reloaded and then swiveled against the gravitational pull of the plane's turn to face Daniel.

"Good work child, now take her out of the turn." Michael ordered as he clicked the safety back on and tucked the pistol in his belt again.

"Already on it" Daniel replied putting the plane back on levvel flight and back on course

As the plane leveled out Taksony fell forward and his head thunked on the floor.

"What bothers me is why your marshal didn't tie him up like I asked." Michael said as he got up and headed for Taksony.

Wiping it off on his pants, and staining the khaki red, he tucked it away for safe-keeping.

"LOok at his hands, he did"

"Not very well then." Michael replied as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

He had never killed a man before, at least not directly. He was sure some of the information and photographs he recovered had helped result in peoples' death but he himself had never done it...until now.

"Either that or he had help" Daniel coommented "Now entering Vampirial Kingdom airspace"

"This is Union Command calling Battlehawk Airliner 763," started a voice over the intercom as the Dingo's were preparing to break off from the airliner. "You'll be required to land Uni'ton Airbase. Once landed, civilians will be required to leave first before the plane is searched by secruity personal, is that understood?"

"Have you ever landed such a powerful jet child?" Michael asked, before turning to his radio.

"Marshal, we've got a dead terrorist here: can you come get him?" Michael asked as he rubbed on the blood-stain on his shirt.

"Not as big as this one no" Daniel commented as the Marshal began to walked down the aisle