Stranded Airman(closed, Akanyara, Ribitta)

[Sir Lighter of Elsewhere]

Firehead let out a sigh of relief as Scept helped carry Kartick. Suddenly, The gypsy let out a sharp whistle. A large horse trotted over, stopping just in front of the three men.

"You rat bastard. Russian kid, get the gypsy up on the horse." As Scept pushed the wounded man up, Firehead scanned the area. "I really wish I'd brought binoculars." Once the man was up, Firehead started walking towards the hills, tugging on the horse's reigns. The large animal snorted, sending small bits of snot in all directions. Firehead thought about the Eagle, and how irritated he got when some kind of fluid leaked on his jumpsuit. "I suppose we'll head to the mountains. The dragons often have caves there. And I think I saw some Anti-aircraft guns somewhere. When I set down the Eagle, the probably thought that I was hit. They'll come looking for me." After a few hours of walking quietly in the sun, Firehead attempted to make conversation. "So, Russian Kid, Scept right? What freak power do you have? I'm not allowed to have any sort of magic enhancements. Part of game a few of have going. Just skill in the air, and that's all."

[Akanyara]

Kartik laughed painfully at the pilot's comment, and then groaned as he was shoved onto the horse. When the man tugged on the reigns, and she snorted, Kartik spoke up slowly, "She'll walk with you, you don't need to get your lovely little jumpsuit all messed up." The sarcasm in his voice was toned down by the gurgling that cut off his words. The horse snorted again, a little less messily this time, and shook her mane.

Slumping over her neck, he let himself rest. It seemed he was in good hands, and if not...well...his mount could either carry him to safety, or fight him to it.

[Ribitta]

Scept shook his head with mock hurt, "Freak power? Would a freak be someone who isn't normal? Look around at this world we're in, it would be abnormal if you couldn't do something that you can only do in this game. I specialize in chronomancy and electrical magics." He glanced around, as if expecting to see people moving in on them as they were just walking, "I might be able to... speed some things up here, a bit. I could speed up the time on horse-boy, allowing his blood to clot and his wounds to heal at a much faster rate. We'd need to do that once we can take a break though, because you could go through days in minutes if you tried hard enough, and the body would still want the food it would need in days. Simple enough? But... I think we can move a bit faster than this."

Scept's hands opened up gracefully as he spread them horizontally, a bubble forming itself around the trio immediately, the world outside of it growing blurry in moments. "Lead on then, oh fearless and powerless leader. Ever minute we spend in here is like a second out there. Lucky for you I just recharged."

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[Sir Lighter of Elsewhere]

Firehead snorted at Scept's rant about powers. "About that... All I've got is my natural, human, God given gifts. You see, the US Air Force has regulations about us using the game for none-flight related things... I'm working to get around that... but right now, I can't cast fireballs or that crap... And the record horseboy, I've only got one of these flight suits... and I like it quite a bit."

Finally, after several ho for urs of walking, they reached the mountains. He looked over at the man on horseback, checking his wounds. They were almost all healed, and looking better. A large cave loomed ahead, with a massive opening. "Well, into the dark, dreary, dragon infested hole. Time for some fun?" As the three walked, Firehead thought about the sheer size of the dragons. He had seen one that was the size of an aircraft carrier. It had been carrying off some kind of sky scraper or building. After a few minutes of walking, Firehead came upon a strange sight. He saw his jet, the Eagle, sitting stranded in the cave.

"Um, Eagle... what are you doing here...? I told you to run..."

The Eagle responded, speaking for all to hear. "I tried, Jak, but there was a slight issue. The AA guns started firing... and my program still cannot beat people with these freakish abilities. I need a pilot. But first, I need a few things fixed. I caught a few bullets, and now, well, i can't quite take off. I think my VTOL thrusters are down. Simple tools should be able to fix it... but as I recall, you have nothing. Plus, there are still those AA guns. And I refuse to take off with those guns going. So guess what you need to do?"

Firehead groaned as he looked at the bullet holes that covered his fighter. "You can go mach 15. Why didn't you?" The plane stayed silent. "Well, I guess that it's off to blow up AA guns. This place seems more and more like a video game every day.... oh wait..." Firehead walked over to the wing of the fighter plane, and knocked on it a few times. "Eag, open up, please..." A large panel opened up, and Firehead crawled in, reemerging after a few minutes. He was carrying a few of the Eagle's missiles. "Ok, everybody take one. When you want to blow something to kingdom come, slam it down hard and run like hell. Now, time to blow some shit up. That is, if you want to. You might get some money. And, I heard that some dragons give rewards if you help them.

[Ribitta]

Really now? I heard that dragons reward better if you just kill them," Scept said nastily, trying to draw his own attention from the fact that they were in a very deep and very dark cave. Picking up a missile for himself, he spoke very simply, hoping to just leave the cave as soon as possible, "Let's just grab these and get out of here. We're not going to find anything to kill this deep into a cave.

Scept glanced at his allies shiftily, looking from them to the exits of the cave, waiting to be allowed to leave. Normally he would be gone by now, but with a piece of military equipment that large, he didn't feel comfortable just abandoning ship just yet.

[Akanyara]

Kartik sighed with relief as the bubble formed around the group. His wounds began to heal fairly rapidly, closing the skin, softening the soreness in his shoulders and legs. As they began to walk, he tapped the mare lightly on the withers and she shook her head away from Firehead's hands, falling back to where Scept was walking so that she would not be lead any farther. It seemed like they walked for eternity, when in all reality it had really only been a few hours.

As they reached the mountain, Kartik's wounds were much improved. He climbed down from the horse as they stepped inside, and stroked her neck as the conversation between pilot and plane began. He listened carefully, attempting to understand what they were talking about. AA guns were...where? He suppressed a laugh at the situation. Two fairly average men stood listening to an air force pilot ramble on about blowing up anti-aircraft guns with missiles so he could get his plane out of the cave and pay them, and maybe get paid by a few dragons.

What?

Taking the missile into his arms, he sighed. At the notion of payment however, he placed the missile in a more useable position, the powerful muscles in his arms flexing tightly. With a straight face he spoke, "Should I take my shirt off and tie a red piece of cloth around my forehead? I'll let you call me Rambo if I can use your gun too."

Grumbling to himself he turned toward the mouth of the cave and stood looking out over the ground below them. A dragon roared in the distance and he reached back, patting his pack gingerly and nodding grimly to himself at the feel of a large bulge in the back. He would make a pretty penny off of that, but he was lucky to be alive.

Without turning his head over his shoulder, he spoke quietly, "Well then. Let's go kick some AA ass."

[Sir Lighter of Elsewhere]

Firehead snorted at the Gypsy's comments. "Rambo had an M60. I just have a .45. Now, we can't be stupid about this. All you need to do is drop it near the gun, and I'll do the rest. Now, I just need to copy something down."

Firehead thrust the missile toward Scept. "Don't drop this. That is, if you want to live." Firehead climbed into the Eagle's cockpit, and looked at a few charts and graphs. He copied a map onto his notepad, and then jumped back down onto the hard ground below.

"All right, we have to strike here, here, and here." Firehead pointed to a few places on the map. "And we are right here. So, we go north, up to these mountains, and we go after this gun. It's about two klicks away. Let's get going"