Post by Cody Doyle McLochlain on Nov 17, 2012 0:41:30 GMT -5
One year ago...
"This is Kilo One, checking in, Over."
"Understood Kilo One, this is Mother Goose, what is your position, Over."
"Sending, Break. One-One-two-five-five-seven-two-nine, how copy, over."
"Lima Charlie Kilo One, you are cleared to continue your patrol, over."
"Roger that Mother Goose, Kilo One out."
The Radio still hummed with static as the helicopter jostled from side to side. The winds of Europe took it's toll on the tiny aircraft, yet the skilled hands of it's pilot kept it in the air with ease. The high pitched screeching of the rotors spinning was drowned out by the headphones over his ears, but this was normal, all routine. Every instrument in the cockpit's control panel was reading normal, except for the engine temperature, which always ran a little high for this particular bird.
"Sittn' on me ass with nowhere to go." the Pilot sang to himself, listening to his own voice through his headphones.
"Could really go for a cup-o-joe."
He hummed to himself, looking out the windows for anything out of the ordinary. Yet all he saw were endless pastures and cows, no enemies in modern day Germany, let alone a person to find. It was a typical day in the sky for Captain Cody McLochlain, boring, with crummy wet weather.
"Mama told Cody not to go downtown
The Army recruiter was hangin' around.
Cody loved his country so he went anyway.
Joined the Army the very next day."
His singing was dry, dull, along with his mood, yet it would be entertaining to anyone else with his heavy Irish drawl. He continued to look left and right, his vision skewed slightly by the rain pelting on his windshield, as he flipped the switch for the wipers, he was surprised to find them not responding. Frustrated, he flipped the switch back and forth, to no avail.
"Lazy ass ground crew. Bunch of bloody fuckin' vampires they are." he whispered to himself, giving up on the wipers and instead leaning forward to get a better view.
It was then that the master Alarm went off. Cody nearly jumped out of his seat as the high pitched scream caused his heart to drop, and his whole body nearly froze. He could hear nothing over the horrid voice of the helicopter telling him something was terribly wrong.
"JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH!" he shouted, smashing his fist onto the flashing light, silencing the horrid noise as he tried to figure out what was happening.
He frantically looked out the observation windows, looking first to his main rotor, and then glancing at the rear view mirror to his tail, only to become more confused and afraid than before. As the helicopter began to rumble and groan in complaint, Cody could only look to the tiny green goblin like creature tearing away the armor of his tail.
The gremlin was smashing and chewing at his aircraft with godlike strength, slowly but surely destroying the sensitive electrical systems within.
"WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK IS THAT?"
-The static of the radio died, along with the lights of his control panel. His Stabilizers fail at this time as well, locking up and causing the chopper to lurch forward slightly. Wrestling with the stick with one hand and trying to raise the radio with the other, he fought like mad to keep himself in the air.
"MOTHER GOOSE THIS IS KILO ONE, COME IN MOTHER GOOSE!" he frantically shouted, trying desperately to make sense of any of this.
The Helicopter protested in complaint as the gremlin tore open the thin armor of the tail, disappearing as it made it's way inside. As soon as it had left, the chopper began to sputter.
"MAYDAY! MAYDAY! I'm loosing power in my tail rotor! Kilo One is loosing power, how copy Mother Goose!?" he continued to shout, unaware his radio was dead.
As he looked back to his control panel, the master alarm once again went off, yet the light itself had not, and the altimeter gauge, fuel, and speed were spinning out of control, who knew at this point what on earth was going on inside. The Kiowa itself began to spin, with the tail rotor loosing all power, the main rotor was taking control. Cody began to flip switches and turn dials, attempting to restart it. Yet it squealed and hissed in complaint until it could no longer function, and before he knew it, Cody was spinning out of control, leaning to left as the aircraft was now in control of him.
"MAYDAY! MAYDAY! SEND RESCUE!" he shouted, manually reducing power to his main rotor, best he fall out of the sky slightly in control than not at all.
The Kiowa was now slowly falling out of the sky, wind and rain continuing to pelt against it as smoke rose from the tail. The smoke continued to grow as fire broke out, the main rotor seizing up as it's exhaust became choked.
"Jesus see me through this." he muttered to himself, as he wrestled with the stick and desperately pressed his feet on the pedals, yet nothing was responding now, and he was at the mercy of gravity.
As the aircraft spun and tumbled to earth, Cody continued to fight at every turn, trying to restart his engines, put out flaps, and finally, brace for impact. As it smashed against the ground, the young man only heard one split second of horrible retching and screeching, and then, only a terribly loud ringing.
Present Day...
Cody slammed his mug against the counter, beer splashing out as he recalled the memory, anger slipping up and down his spine in droves. Other patrons of the Irish pub looked on in awe, not a sound escaping from them as they looked on, wondering what on Earth had put the quiet young man on such edge. Yet he said nothing, only stewed in his own thoughts, witch if manifested, would be the force of a hurricane.
"You alright sir?" asked the Bartender questionably, fully ready to throw out this possible problem.
"...Yeah. Sorry, I just need another Beer." he replied, his fists again turning back into palms. His anger subsided slowly as he let the old memory slip away again.
"...Alright, comin' right up, just take it easy yeah?"
"Yeah..."
"This is Kilo One, checking in, Over."
"Understood Kilo One, this is Mother Goose, what is your position, Over."
"Sending, Break. One-One-two-five-five-seven-two-nine, how copy, over."
"Lima Charlie Kilo One, you are cleared to continue your patrol, over."
"Roger that Mother Goose, Kilo One out."
The Radio still hummed with static as the helicopter jostled from side to side. The winds of Europe took it's toll on the tiny aircraft, yet the skilled hands of it's pilot kept it in the air with ease. The high pitched screeching of the rotors spinning was drowned out by the headphones over his ears, but this was normal, all routine. Every instrument in the cockpit's control panel was reading normal, except for the engine temperature, which always ran a little high for this particular bird.
"Sittn' on me ass with nowhere to go." the Pilot sang to himself, listening to his own voice through his headphones.
"Could really go for a cup-o-joe."
He hummed to himself, looking out the windows for anything out of the ordinary. Yet all he saw were endless pastures and cows, no enemies in modern day Germany, let alone a person to find. It was a typical day in the sky for Captain Cody McLochlain, boring, with crummy wet weather.
"Mama told Cody not to go downtown
The Army recruiter was hangin' around.
Cody loved his country so he went anyway.
Joined the Army the very next day."
His singing was dry, dull, along with his mood, yet it would be entertaining to anyone else with his heavy Irish drawl. He continued to look left and right, his vision skewed slightly by the rain pelting on his windshield, as he flipped the switch for the wipers, he was surprised to find them not responding. Frustrated, he flipped the switch back and forth, to no avail.
"Lazy ass ground crew. Bunch of bloody fuckin' vampires they are." he whispered to himself, giving up on the wipers and instead leaning forward to get a better view.
It was then that the master Alarm went off. Cody nearly jumped out of his seat as the high pitched scream caused his heart to drop, and his whole body nearly froze. He could hear nothing over the horrid voice of the helicopter telling him something was terribly wrong.
"JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH!" he shouted, smashing his fist onto the flashing light, silencing the horrid noise as he tried to figure out what was happening.
He frantically looked out the observation windows, looking first to his main rotor, and then glancing at the rear view mirror to his tail, only to become more confused and afraid than before. As the helicopter began to rumble and groan in complaint, Cody could only look to the tiny green goblin like creature tearing away the armor of his tail.
The gremlin was smashing and chewing at his aircraft with godlike strength, slowly but surely destroying the sensitive electrical systems within.
"WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK IS THAT?"
-The static of the radio died, along with the lights of his control panel. His Stabilizers fail at this time as well, locking up and causing the chopper to lurch forward slightly. Wrestling with the stick with one hand and trying to raise the radio with the other, he fought like mad to keep himself in the air.
"MOTHER GOOSE THIS IS KILO ONE, COME IN MOTHER GOOSE!" he frantically shouted, trying desperately to make sense of any of this.
The Helicopter protested in complaint as the gremlin tore open the thin armor of the tail, disappearing as it made it's way inside. As soon as it had left, the chopper began to sputter.
"MAYDAY! MAYDAY! I'm loosing power in my tail rotor! Kilo One is loosing power, how copy Mother Goose!?" he continued to shout, unaware his radio was dead.
As he looked back to his control panel, the master alarm once again went off, yet the light itself had not, and the altimeter gauge, fuel, and speed were spinning out of control, who knew at this point what on earth was going on inside. The Kiowa itself began to spin, with the tail rotor loosing all power, the main rotor was taking control. Cody began to flip switches and turn dials, attempting to restart it. Yet it squealed and hissed in complaint until it could no longer function, and before he knew it, Cody was spinning out of control, leaning to left as the aircraft was now in control of him.
"MAYDAY! MAYDAY! SEND RESCUE!" he shouted, manually reducing power to his main rotor, best he fall out of the sky slightly in control than not at all.
The Kiowa was now slowly falling out of the sky, wind and rain continuing to pelt against it as smoke rose from the tail. The smoke continued to grow as fire broke out, the main rotor seizing up as it's exhaust became choked.
"Jesus see me through this." he muttered to himself, as he wrestled with the stick and desperately pressed his feet on the pedals, yet nothing was responding now, and he was at the mercy of gravity.
As the aircraft spun and tumbled to earth, Cody continued to fight at every turn, trying to restart his engines, put out flaps, and finally, brace for impact. As it smashed against the ground, the young man only heard one split second of horrible retching and screeching, and then, only a terribly loud ringing.
Present Day...
Cody slammed his mug against the counter, beer splashing out as he recalled the memory, anger slipping up and down his spine in droves. Other patrons of the Irish pub looked on in awe, not a sound escaping from them as they looked on, wondering what on Earth had put the quiet young man on such edge. Yet he said nothing, only stewed in his own thoughts, witch if manifested, would be the force of a hurricane.
"You alright sir?" asked the Bartender questionably, fully ready to throw out this possible problem.
"...Yeah. Sorry, I just need another Beer." he replied, his fists again turning back into palms. His anger subsided slowly as he let the old memory slip away again.
"...Alright, comin' right up, just take it easy yeah?"
"Yeah..."