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Post by Silverback on Jun 14, 2005 1:36:52 GMT
Shrike nodded quietly to himself in silent acknowledgment of the reported sit-rep. Hiding his frustration at the agents inability to locate and secure the unauthorised transmitter he lept to the conclusion that he needed to take fairly drastic action to retain the sanctity of the mission, the aircraft and its occupants.
"Onyx, I'm going to try and disable at least one of those bogie's and distract the other two long enough for you to clear the immediate area." Without waiting for an acknowledgment he tapped Galahad on the shoulder. "You're now in command until I rejoin the mission. If you cannot find that transmitter I suggest you destroy the Osprey as soon as you make a secure landing. Is that understood?"
Grabbing the agent by the elbow Leo continued chattering to his second as they made their way to the pressurised section of the airframe. "Keep monitoring our 'guests' and once they've cleared the immediate vicinity I want a rapid descent of the Osprey." Pausing momentarily he suddenly added. "Don't use the mission el-zee, if the aircraft has been tagged then the mission plan could be compromised too."
Shrike listened intently to Jones' response as Jack clipped his harness to the safety wires as the cold wind began to buffet the two occupants of the rear compartment. With a thumbs up Leo sprinted off the rear ramp and began to pick up speed as he began the descent to meet his enemies.
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Post by BlackRaven on Jun 20, 2005 11:33:57 GMT
John grimaced as Commander Tlame'ha (he he) prepared to exit the ship. Damn, his first task and he was failing. He KNEW he should have paid more attention during those science classes they forced on him to during basic training... NO... this was not the time for that. Collapsing down he closed his eys for a second, relaxing...
I must find this tramsmitter. To do that I must look with more that my eyes. Help me look O spirit John was rarely so formal, even with the spirit, although respect called for it. However, the formality of his speech helped focus his mind. For a time he concentrated on opening his natural, inutitive connection to everything around himself feeling the spirits of all things. He reached out with his spirits eyes to see the etherial world that surrounded him, the one that most never saw with their sleeping eyes. He allowed himself to be aware of all of it, and to let if flow over him. Finally he opened his eyes calmly and proceeded to walk as his legs chose to guide him.
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Post by Onyx on Jun 20, 2005 16:02:23 GMT
Acknowledging Shrike's orders with only a brief nod, Onyx turns his attention back to the displays and readouts in front of him. Onyx prepares himself to begin evasive manuevers if needed.
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Post by Onyx on Jul 19, 2005 16:28:13 GMT
Thinking to himself, Onyx decides that with the sensors of the Osprey, he just might be able to narrow the search location for the operatives in the passenger compartment.
Keeping an eye on his instruments in case a last minute change in course is needed, Onyx activates the internal sensors of the craft (if there are any) and begins to scan the interior of the air craft.
Onyx also begins to track the progress of Shrike and lets himself briefly wonder what Shrike is going to be able to accomplish, and where they will meet again.
Recalling one part of Shrike's orders Onyx begins one more task on the ships sensors and begins to locate a section to land on in case they need to ditch the osprey.
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Post by Tomahawk on Jul 21, 2005 19:29:47 GMT
Leo had never attempted gliding at this altitude or speed before, but he only had doubts in his capabilities for a split second. In truth, he only had a split second to react, as he began his missile-like descent. The buffeting of the wind was wreaking havoc with his sonar-based “sight”, obscuring and blurring the three shapes moving below him. Almost automatically, he adjusted his flight to intercept one of the large, roughly triangular-shaped objects coming their direction from below, and he knew he only was going to have one chance to pull this off- if he missed his mark, they both would be out of range within a matter of seconds to make a second chance impossible. For Leo, at any rate. A sudden thought popped into his head, and he wondered if these interceptor jets’ computer-guided missiles would be capable of locking on a target as small as himself… He certainly hoped not.
Meanwhile… In the Cabin…[/I]
“…Help me look, O Spirit…” Through his clenched eyes, the young Tsalagi slowly began not seeing the things and persons around him, but perceiving them. It was something Golana Nunega had whispered to him before, so many years ago- seeing the world not with his eyes, but with the wholeness of his spirit… John had been much more impressed with the other “tricks” the Spirit’s gestalt enabled him to do, however, and suddenly found himself wishing he hadn’t neglected Black Raven’s advice back then.
He slowly became aware of the others in the room, and just how cramped the quarters here truly were. A sudden wave of panic washed over the freedom-loving Cherokee, but he quickly brushed it aside and focused on his task. He slowly got up, and with an extended hand reached out the sense where this transmitter was, instead of looking for where it was. But it seemed the Spirits were not with him this day, for as he scanned the cabin, he could feel nothing which seemed to him like a transmitter.
“Spirit, give me some sort of sign!” he thought, frustrated in his attempt. But nothing came. Opening his eyes again, the crestfallen young man quickly took his seat again. As he did so, something jostled it’s way out of his pocket and clattered along the floor.
Meanwhile… in the Cockpit…[/I]
Onyx was not overly surprised that Shrike didn’t register on his radar. He hoped this mission’s leader knew what he was doing- but then, if he didn’t, it probably wouldn’t matter for long anyhow.
Switching over to internal sensors, he was discouraged that he got no further trying to locate the bothersome transmitter. Suddenly it dawned on him- in Stealth Mode, they were not just audibly silent, they were radio and sat-com silent as well- receiving and transmitting. By switching over to stealth, he had made them not only invisible to the approaching jets’ instruments, but he had also inadvertently prevented anything from being transmitted from the Osprey. With this system engaged, not even a direct Satellite-beamed transmission from Director Jameson could get through- but they couldn’t radio out, either. For all intents and purposes, they were cut off from the outside world.
Calling up the maps and sensors for Shrike’s secondary, emergency protocol was a simple matter. Finding someplace where they might be able to land was not. They were presently smack-dab over the Atlantic ocean, with nothing but miles of deep blue sea below them. There was an off-chance they might be able to find a large tanker or something for an emergency landing, but Onyx reckoned they’d have a better chance just skimming along in Helicopter mode. He certainly hoped it wouldn’t come down to that, however, and he intently kept tabs on their “guests”, watching for any possible signs that Shrike had engaged their opponents.
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Post by BlackRaven on May 10, 2006 15:28:41 GMT
"Damn!" John shouted angrily, lunging roughly under the seat. He must have dropped one of his plasma clips under the seat. Of all the times for something stupid like that to happen. He would need those clips soon enough, since they we going to land soon, right?
A quick glnce out the window changed his mind. The wide sea of blue.. he had never seen so much water. So much for needing the clip, he gulped I'm not even sure I can make it back to land...
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