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Post by elizar on Nov 26, 2006 20:46:02 GMT -5
"Are you okay?" Thompson asked, sensing how nervous he was. "I need to land soon, care to join?" He quickly quit taking photos.
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Post by Razor Azura on Nov 26, 2006 20:57:16 GMT -5
Ray smiled a little more surely, "Sure, thank you...I'm fine, it's just my first time 'round this type of thing, I wasn't sure what to do"
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Nov 26, 2006 21:06:15 GMT -5
"Well... I'm here to help manage security. The Academy thought this was good practise in a civilian enviroment. Actually, I'm one of four Lientenants helping out with a whole team of junior officers under us. So you're a Gofer? How's it going?" said Xeron.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by elizar on Nov 26, 2006 21:55:31 GMT -5
"Alright." Thompson dived down. "There are not many in the air, so finding a strip won't be that hard." He said and circled, preparing to land on one empty strip that he had spotted.
"Just use the same one I do." He said and prepared to land. When he landed, he quickly taxied out of the way for the F-16 to get a clear landing strip.
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Post by Evangeline on Nov 26, 2006 22:14:31 GMT -5
"Busy." Treece sighed. "Been going since about seven this morning, though some folks have been up earlier. Anyway, they're waitin' on this stuff, so I gotta run. I'll see you later, though!" With that, the Bell mix hurried on towards Registration.
It was at that point that Jenna passed by, with Malcolm. Jenna's eye went over to the tent, and she raised her eyeshades a bit at the Apache within. Malcolm gave her a slightly devilish grin.
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Nov 26, 2006 22:37:14 GMT -5
Xeron smiled.
"See you later, Treece," said Xeron as she watched her leave.
Now just where were all the other Lieutenants and Captains be right now?
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Razor Azura on Nov 26, 2006 23:38:41 GMT -5
Ray watched and carefully noted everything, sure he had landed before, but not in this type of area, carefully, he tipped his nose and dove down on a smooth slope.
Preparing for the landing he finally came to the strip, it wasn't perfect but he made it with no trouble's. Smiling in satisfaction he turned to his helper, "Thank you so much, my name is Ray. Who might you be?"
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Post by Orca on Nov 27, 2006 6:18:50 GMT -5
((Ari's still in the air, EV. Petra could still encounter him before he lands.))
Continuing to lean to his left, Ari kept a decent height as he circled the perimeter of the site, peering down past his wing's leading edge at all the activity below. On the ground, he didn't see anyone familiar. In the air, he didn't see anyone else he recognized making use of the traffic pattern overhead.
He had been to competitions alone before. The 25-year-old Mustang made his own schedule. He only accepted those sponsors who kept a low profile, and the fans he did have were of a certain crowd, not the kind who would mob you for autographs, but say what a good thing you were doing for the sport.
Ari's other concern was, blantantly put, the "western big shots". He wasn't sure how he would hold out in comparison to them. He had heard things about the courses out here, something about how they were more loose, and you had to keep a higher level of endurance about you. There was even a rumor some planes who came out here not expecting such big courses didn't carry enough fuel, a rookie mistake, stalling out and crashing halfway through their race.
He tried not to shudder at that possibility.
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Post by elizar on Nov 27, 2006 9:16:42 GMT -5
"Thompson. Photo-journalist." Thompson answers. "Newspaper hired me today to get some photographs of arrivals. After that, I am just there to take photographs and hope to be able to sell them. Are you a specator or competitor?"
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 27, 2006 10:56:54 GMT -5
(((((OOC: If anybody wants to interact with Petra, she's still in the air. Otherwise, I'd have to pull her out because I'll just end up getting ignored again.)))))
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Post by Evangeline on Nov 27, 2006 14:39:15 GMT -5
<<< All my chars are already on the ground, but it's not like they couldn't see anyone coming in >>>
Malcolm, while with Jenna, passed close to the main airstrip and got a fairly good view of everyone on approach. His long-distance vision kicked in, leaping to monochrome (but high-detail), and he recognized a few familiar faces among those in the pattern. He gave Jenna a nudge. "Look, Petra's here. Remember her?"
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Post by Orca on Nov 27, 2006 16:47:01 GMT -5
((Ari's unlikely to pull something as juvenile as try to pull a prank on the same person twice right now. The door was wide open for Petra to have caught up to him in the time between my post before this one. Anyway, I will be introducing my HH-60 Pave Hawk, Josiah Day, soon.)) Ari completed his single circuit of the establishment's perimeter. There was no point in putting this off any longer. He promptly turned his CB receiver back on, negotiating a quick clearance to land with whomever was in charge of granting those requests. Simultaenously, the Mustang took a wide turn, coming around to line up with one of the smaller airstrips branching off from the main one.
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Post by Evangeline on Nov 27, 2006 16:54:30 GMT -5
Jenna's attention, however, was on someone else... a splash of red, white and blue coming in for an approach on runway 03. He was getting close enough that she didn't have to kick in her "long view", and she assessed him as she would any competitor... and from the look and sound of him, he might well be here for the races. Cocky, isn't he?
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Post by Orca on Nov 27, 2006 17:16:42 GMT -5
"Flight-Wright002, you're clear to land on Runway Three." The dispatcher's voice was tinted with annoyed amusement.
Ari grinned slimly at hearing it. He had always loved using his last name in flight designation, just to annoy those people. And, just for a little more flavor for him and whoever was listening to the open channel: "Gracias, mi amigo. See you on the dirt."
With that, he angled downward, deploying his wheels as the gap between him and the pavement closed.
*
Meanwhile, somewhere else, a Pave Hawk was getting his first taste of what the words "working security" entailed in regard to the WRF-I.
"And don't let me catch you sneakin' 'round here again!" Josiah Day growled over his loudspeaker at the retreating offenders' backs. He shook his head in disbelief. You can't get a forged press-pass by anyone who is half blind.
And he would think, that by being painted an almost matte-black, SECURITY in big white letters on his flanks, and being issued a couple of 7.62 millimeters, most show-crashers would back off before they were even apprehended.
The Pave Hawk fed more fuel to his throttle and pulled away, heading back toward where he knew the radios weren't as finicky. "Chief? Day here. Just took care of that little disturbance for you."
His current CO sounded as hassled as Josiah felt. "Dually noted. Now get back to your rounds." He didn't even bother with the usual radio mumbo-jumbo.
"Yessir."
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Post by Razor Azura on Nov 27, 2006 17:27:54 GMT -5
"Competitor, though I've never done this before, my trainer and boss asked me to do this." Ray smiled, "I guess it ought to be fun, and I'm sure your photojournalism is exciting."
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