Kevin Perrine
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MUSTANG SALLY (aka - Sally Singer)
Sally listens over the roar of the engines... ...this is it... she thought, ...this is the real thing, ... Sally's brothers and dad had all done it... and that's why she's alone now. They're dead or worse - missing maybe even in enemy hands. She could barely bare the thoughts. And for a second she tried to shut it out - like she'd done for the past year everytime those type thoughts creeped into her mind.
But then the plane rocked and brought her back to "THE NOW" before she tumbled off into disbelief... and as Sally's eyes welled with tears, MUSTANG SALLY took over and started looking about the cabin - at the plane, at her new teammates, at the roar of the engines happening outside. And then over to her Angel-Wings.
The muffed mix of sounds filtered through again... Yes... YES - down... she thought, ...we gotta get down there, stop this madness.. and as she thought - her voice followed up... silently, almost to herself at first.
"We gotta get down there..."
then louder,
"We gotta get down there......."
then louder, this time over the engine and outside noise,
"We gotta get down there!!"
as MUSTANG SALLY begins to assess the situation, this time more as the soldier that her family had passed down in her. She pulled a small object from her Flight-Jacket, the lucky rabbits foot that Russel had given her before going off to the war... she hooked it to a small chain on her wrist then began rubbing it with her thumb in her hand as she thought and looking again to the make/model of the delivery plane they road in...
"Paul - no... uhmm, NEGATORY-BullsArt... we can't let Captain Dillon take this bird down in the muck of it!" Sally said with a respectful authority... looking up to Paul then the others "the FUEL, there ain't enough..." Sally knew that Captain Dillon was a brave man - but she knew that he was probably overestimating the reserves. There might be enough to get back up off the ground, maybe to make it out on a hop - but not enough if any additional problems hit the fan. Mustang Sally glances to the Captain...
"Sorry Sir, all due respect - but you know that's got some truth behind it, an' on topa that how much fire might yall take trying to gut back up. "
"I agree Paul - but I think there's a better way, an it might be a little less conspicuouis..." Sally looks about the cabin again.... She's happy that Paul's taken on a role of leader, they'd need it. But she couldn't help offering her idea - it seemed like the only way...
"There! those equipment harnesses, we can tie them off to the Exo-Skeleton on my flight-harness - hang yall down from me an' my Angel-Wings, once we bail I should be able to go live and lay us down vertically - like a big whirly-gig..." Sally says with confidence built from her years of experience, but then her natural shyness puts a familiar touch of doubt on the edge of her plan...
"My flight-harness... it's not built to carry much more than the weight of my Angels an' me, but it's not like I'll be carrying yall - just a controlled decent... If I calculate correctly that should be around a couple tons I can manage down."
OOC: MS spends one Hero Point to get "passengers" as an extra on her flight power, making it happen via a net harness that would normally hang equipment in place in a cargo plane. The weight for the passengers will probably be based off her "push drag" limits I'd guess which is around 3.5 tons.
...so... so... what'dya think??
Looking at her feet again - just waiting for Lily to pipe up with some doubt or comment on "the little girl's" plan, she turns a corner and whips her head around...
"I CAN DO THIS... TRUST ME! ...you guys just gotta... ya gotta trust me..."
and Sally rubs her lucky charm over and over again hiding it from the others in the dark cabin as she looks steely eyed at the team.
Mark Chance said:The co-pilot nods. "We can put her down in this weather. It won't be pretty. She may not get back up again any time soon after, but we can do it. Give us the word, and we're there."
Sally listens over the roar of the engines... ...this is it... she thought, ...this is the real thing, ... Sally's brothers and dad had all done it... and that's why she's alone now. They're dead or worse - missing maybe even in enemy hands. She could barely bare the thoughts. And for a second she tried to shut it out - like she'd done for the past year everytime those type thoughts creeped into her mind.
But then the plane rocked and brought her back to "THE NOW" before she tumbled off into disbelief... and as Sally's eyes welled with tears, MUSTANG SALLY took over and started looking about the cabin - at the plane, at her new teammates, at the roar of the engines happening outside. And then over to her Angel-Wings.
The muffed mix of sounds filtered through again... Yes... YES - down... she thought, ...we gotta get down there, stop this madness.. and as she thought - her voice followed up... silently, almost to herself at first.
"We gotta get down there..."
then louder,
"We gotta get down there......."
then louder, this time over the engine and outside noise,
"We gotta get down there!!"
as MUSTANG SALLY begins to assess the situation, this time more as the soldier that her family had passed down in her. She pulled a small object from her Flight-Jacket, the lucky rabbits foot that Russel had given her before going off to the war... she hooked it to a small chain on her wrist then began rubbing it with her thumb in her hand as she thought and looking again to the make/model of the delivery plane they road in...
"Paul - no... uhmm, NEGATORY-BullsArt... we can't let Captain Dillon take this bird down in the muck of it!" Sally said with a respectful authority... looking up to Paul then the others "the FUEL, there ain't enough..." Sally knew that Captain Dillon was a brave man - but she knew that he was probably overestimating the reserves. There might be enough to get back up off the ground, maybe to make it out on a hop - but not enough if any additional problems hit the fan. Mustang Sally glances to the Captain...
"Sorry Sir, all due respect - but you know that's got some truth behind it, an' on topa that how much fire might yall take trying to gut back up. "
Synchronicity said:Bulwark looks around at the others before turning back to the copilot. He pauses for a moment. 'Am I really sure I want to do this? The others might not appreciate me taking charge...and I'm hardly experienced. But still...guess I'll see how it goes.' Bulwark clenches his jaw, and nods to the copilot. "Alright, let's do it. There's too much riding on this to put it off for even the length of a storm." Bulwark cracks his knuckles, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the others, watching how they react to his unspoken assumption of leadership.
"I agree Paul - but I think there's a better way, an it might be a little less conspicuouis..." Sally looks about the cabin again.... She's happy that Paul's taken on a role of leader, they'd need it. But she couldn't help offering her idea - it seemed like the only way...
"There! those equipment harnesses, we can tie them off to the Exo-Skeleton on my flight-harness - hang yall down from me an' my Angel-Wings, once we bail I should be able to go live and lay us down vertically - like a big whirly-gig..." Sally says with confidence built from her years of experience, but then her natural shyness puts a familiar touch of doubt on the edge of her plan...
"My flight-harness... it's not built to carry much more than the weight of my Angels an' me, but it's not like I'll be carrying yall - just a controlled decent... If I calculate correctly that should be around a couple tons I can manage down."
OOC: MS spends one Hero Point to get "passengers" as an extra on her flight power, making it happen via a net harness that would normally hang equipment in place in a cargo plane. The weight for the passengers will probably be based off her "push drag" limits I'd guess which is around 3.5 tons.
...so... so... what'dya think??
Looking at her feet again - just waiting for Lily to pipe up with some doubt or comment on "the little girl's" plan, she turns a corner and whips her head around...
"I CAN DO THIS... TRUST ME! ...you guys just gotta... ya gotta trust me..."
and Sally rubs her lucky charm over and over again hiding it from the others in the dark cabin as she looks steely eyed at the team.
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