Homeward Bound
Sept 14, 2010 23:34:28 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2010 23:34:28 GMT
(OOC: Will move this thread when the new country is put up.)
The plane flew through the air with the surprising smoothness and grace that the world had come to expect of them. It was a plane of luxury. The crew consisted of two pilots, three cabin crew members and one doctor; all female, on personal request. However, these numbers did not including the two passengers that had been picked up from the desert country of Albandia, its destination the country of Konsorhaven. The planes interior was perfect, with detail down to a fine point and fit for a ruler of a country, though unlike any ordinary plane this one left absolutely no carbon emission in its wake. The plane was one of Icarus Unlimited’s newest aeroplane prototypes, though the design went back years as it had been Vegas and his team in the science department who had first written the basic premise and designed a small model of the system behind the technological marvel.
With a slight groan the world blurred into view and back to darkness. Then into view and back to darkness. Finally his eyes opened again and his sight adjusted. How long had he been asleep? Or had he been knocked out? He couldn’t remember, his brain felt confused, which was no easy feat. Slowly he pushed himself into a seating position. His body was aching more than he ever remember it aching before. Why was that? Why was he aching? Slowly memories began to return to him, memories of a seemingly endless desert, caves full of supernatural creatures of the night, a battle with powerful beings; it was all coming back.
Another groan escaped his lips as he reached up and ruffled his hair and that’s when he caught a glimpse of his sleeve; it was torn and dirty. Eyes wide he jumped up and sprung towards a mirror that was on the wall nearby. His suit was torn in several places across his body and his white shirt now looked more like it was grey. His face was dirty and he had several small cuts over his face, some that had only seemingly stopped bleeding from the clotting of the wounds. On top of this, inside one particularly large tear over his left shoulder in both his blazer and the shirt underneath it, Vegas noticed a relatively serious wound that he had suffered. It was deep, almost to the bone, but wasn’t bleeding and was on the way to healing already.
Sighing Vegas turned away from the mirror and took in his surroundings a little better. He was in a medical room of sorts and he quickly realised that they were in a plane, the humming of the engine gave that away. It was then that he noticed Jones. His partner was asleep or unconscious, which he couldn’t tell, but from his appearance he could tell that he was a roughed up as Vegas was. Moving closer Vegas noticed a cut on Jones’ face that was deeper and more serious than the rest. It was right next to his eye and looked like it would scar; Jones was lucky, a few inches to the side and he would have been blinded.
He frowned, the expression looking out of place on his features. Vegas didn’t remember where or how this had happened in their mission. Had they even completed their mission? He would hate to have lost their perfect streak.
The plane flew through the air with the surprising smoothness and grace that the world had come to expect of them. It was a plane of luxury. The crew consisted of two pilots, three cabin crew members and one doctor; all female, on personal request. However, these numbers did not including the two passengers that had been picked up from the desert country of Albandia, its destination the country of Konsorhaven. The planes interior was perfect, with detail down to a fine point and fit for a ruler of a country, though unlike any ordinary plane this one left absolutely no carbon emission in its wake. The plane was one of Icarus Unlimited’s newest aeroplane prototypes, though the design went back years as it had been Vegas and his team in the science department who had first written the basic premise and designed a small model of the system behind the technological marvel.
With a slight groan the world blurred into view and back to darkness. Then into view and back to darkness. Finally his eyes opened again and his sight adjusted. How long had he been asleep? Or had he been knocked out? He couldn’t remember, his brain felt confused, which was no easy feat. Slowly he pushed himself into a seating position. His body was aching more than he ever remember it aching before. Why was that? Why was he aching? Slowly memories began to return to him, memories of a seemingly endless desert, caves full of supernatural creatures of the night, a battle with powerful beings; it was all coming back.
Another groan escaped his lips as he reached up and ruffled his hair and that’s when he caught a glimpse of his sleeve; it was torn and dirty. Eyes wide he jumped up and sprung towards a mirror that was on the wall nearby. His suit was torn in several places across his body and his white shirt now looked more like it was grey. His face was dirty and he had several small cuts over his face, some that had only seemingly stopped bleeding from the clotting of the wounds. On top of this, inside one particularly large tear over his left shoulder in both his blazer and the shirt underneath it, Vegas noticed a relatively serious wound that he had suffered. It was deep, almost to the bone, but wasn’t bleeding and was on the way to healing already.
Sighing Vegas turned away from the mirror and took in his surroundings a little better. He was in a medical room of sorts and he quickly realised that they were in a plane, the humming of the engine gave that away. It was then that he noticed Jones. His partner was asleep or unconscious, which he couldn’t tell, but from his appearance he could tell that he was a roughed up as Vegas was. Moving closer Vegas noticed a cut on Jones’ face that was deeper and more serious than the rest. It was right next to his eye and looked like it would scar; Jones was lucky, a few inches to the side and he would have been blinded.
He frowned, the expression looking out of place on his features. Vegas didn’t remember where or how this had happened in their mission. Had they even completed their mission? He would hate to have lost their perfect streak.