The Wild Blue Yonder RP Nov 26, 2006 9:48:02 GMT -5
Post by Orca on Nov 26, 2006 9:48:02 GMT -5
"The Wild Blue Yonder RP"
Ari Wright (P-51 Mustang; "D" variant)
Lance Vaughn (Curtiss P-40)
Josiah Day (HH-60 Pave Hawk)
Jack Day (HH-60 Pave Hawk)
Petra Bellanca (Cessna 195)
Jenna Jaeger (P-51 Mustang)
Malcolm Everidge (Supermarine Spitfire)
Blanche Woodman (F-111 Aardvark)
Yvonne Gordon (CF-105 Arrow)
Elspet Gordon (CF-105 Arrow)
Robyn Everidge (Supermarine Spitfire)
Irene Hollister (Apache Longbow)
Ryan "Buck" Sikorsky (upsized Bell 222)
Leslie Sikorsky (mostly Bell 222)
Treece Sikorsky (mostly Bell 222)
Michael Thompson (Cessna 172)
Ray Sover (F-16 Fighting Falcon)
Jennifer Highmont (B-2 Spirit)
Skye Highmont (B-2 Spirit)
Xeron Tradewind (Apache Longbow)
Tomo Aoi Exan (Shooting Star Clan jet)
Ben "Chief" Felix (MH-53 Pave Low) - head of WRF-I security
Grant (Ford GT40) - newspaper editor
Total: 20 (13 planes, 6 helos, 1 car)
The Setting: The Western Regional Fly-In (WRF-I) is being hosted on an out-of-the-way plain in eastern Utah. A multitude of events - pylon racing, barnstorming competitions, formation flying demos (as in Blue Angels or Thunderbirds), and dogfight reenactments are set to make for an exciting two weeks.
Takes place in mid 2006.
There wasn't a lot to do to entertain oneself at air-traffic altitude. Typical of his style, he flew below the radar.
On the way to a normal, routine competition, Ari Wright would never risk it. However, the fact was he wasn't en route to the usual single-race event. He wanted to scope out the kind of "deck terrain" what he was dealing with. From what he had read and heard, these shows out west had a distinctive flavor and flare different to those he had experienced over the last few years. The first matter of business for him would be to get a lay of the land.
The P-51D Mustang, still bearing his customary Old Glory colors, cruised levelly at 1400AGL. He was accustomed to long trips. Once he flew non-stop from his home in southwestern Pennsylvania to an airshow in Bangor. This current pilgrimage was no different. His last stop for fuel had been in Denver. After flying a straight line for the last 20 hours, Ari knew he had to be getting close to the Utah/Nevada border.
His wingflaps itched. Alternating between diving and climbing was only so satisfying. His CB was quiet; there was no one to talk to. So, he did what he could to relieve the boredom.
The Mustang dove below the light cloud cover, tilting to his right to get a better view of the ground below him. Ari frowned, Damn. He saw rugged mountain forests, but no roads cutting through them. No roads meant no cars to buzz. Sighing, he throttled upward, angling up until he was above the lowest of the clouds again. What to do, what to do...