Re: Mini-Grand 5111 [Round 1: Pan Asia Airways Flight 1727]
11-03-2011, 05:51 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pharmacy.
Conditions in the Pan Asia Airway were getting increasingly dangerous. Despite the best abilities of the artificial intelligence and the pilots, the worst of all has happened: cabin pressure was decreasing at an alarmingly fatal rate.
Earsplitting screech roared overhead as the ominous creaking of plastic and metal continued ominously. People attempted to stay on their feet. Hi-tech oxygen masks burst out of the ceilings. Despite these safety measures, it was all for naught. Passengers started to get woozy. Some of them even slumped, clocked into unconscious despite the plush carpet floor. Some suffered seizures, babbling nonsense as clotted blood spilled from every available orifice. Some of them did not even move.
SNAP. Turbulence! Pressure! Chaos! A good chunk of the plane crumbled away, uneven pressure creating a vacuum that sucked out passengers unlucky enough to be nearby. Amidst the screams and cries, the bird cop vehicle continued to roar away to their destination. The passengers of this car were understandably shocked.
The avian security duo continued to shout expletives over each other, as though they were contesting on who could shout the most inventive swear word. On the other hand, Archmage Rannus stood still in his seat, shaken. Well, mostly shaken (hard to ignore an open hole on the plane after all). He was kind of annoyed by the feathery bro-couple.
Unaware of the imminent chaos surrounding her, Kay stirred back to consciousness. There was obviously pain, but there was anger. How could she lose such a (somewhat) worthy opponent (Batman)? Oh, she was angry alright. Never in her entire nonexistence did she ever lose an opponent. It was all so simple back then: stalk, stab, perhaps shoot. That was all. However, this? It seems like this environment was striving to pervert her every plan, to frustrate her!
That might only be chance, she reasoned. It was a flimsy reason, but good enough for her. For now, all her attention was to meet Batman and Batman only. No one could stop her. NO ONE – at least she earnestly hoped. Regardless, how would she get to her opponent? God knows how long she had been knocked cold. He could be too far away right now! How could she follow him?
The ghost looked around and saw an out of place figure. There was a man, Italian maybe, sitting on a puttering go-kart.
She had an idea.
"Oy!" Kay lifted up the man and tossed him aside with a heavy force. Immediately, the duelist placed herself on her ill-gotten vehicle. This was the perfect plan! She always had the perfect plans. Her childhood tutor would be proud of this. It did not take her long to figure out the pedal and wheel and immediately she drove off in search of that one particular person.
Somewhere in another universe, a criminal rating expanded into a five-star rating – for some reason.
Conditions in the Pan Asia Airway were getting increasingly dangerous. Despite the best abilities of the artificial intelligence and the pilots, the worst of all has happened: cabin pressure was decreasing at an alarmingly fatal rate.
Earsplitting screech roared overhead as the ominous creaking of plastic and metal continued ominously. People attempted to stay on their feet. Hi-tech oxygen masks burst out of the ceilings. Despite these safety measures, it was all for naught. Passengers started to get woozy. Some of them even slumped, clocked into unconscious despite the plush carpet floor. Some suffered seizures, babbling nonsense as clotted blood spilled from every available orifice. Some of them did not even move.
SNAP. Turbulence! Pressure! Chaos! A good chunk of the plane crumbled away, uneven pressure creating a vacuum that sucked out passengers unlucky enough to be nearby. Amidst the screams and cries, the bird cop vehicle continued to roar away to their destination. The passengers of this car were understandably shocked.
The avian security duo continued to shout expletives over each other, as though they were contesting on who could shout the most inventive swear word. On the other hand, Archmage Rannus stood still in his seat, shaken. Well, mostly shaken (hard to ignore an open hole on the plane after all). He was kind of annoyed by the feathery bro-couple.
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Unaware of the imminent chaos surrounding her, Kay stirred back to consciousness. There was obviously pain, but there was anger. How could she lose such a (somewhat) worthy opponent (Batman)? Oh, she was angry alright. Never in her entire nonexistence did she ever lose an opponent. It was all so simple back then: stalk, stab, perhaps shoot. That was all. However, this? It seems like this environment was striving to pervert her every plan, to frustrate her!
That might only be chance, she reasoned. It was a flimsy reason, but good enough for her. For now, all her attention was to meet Batman and Batman only. No one could stop her. NO ONE – at least she earnestly hoped. Regardless, how would she get to her opponent? God knows how long she had been knocked cold. He could be too far away right now! How could she follow him?
The ghost looked around and saw an out of place figure. There was a man, Italian maybe, sitting on a puttering go-kart.
She had an idea.
"Oy!" Kay lifted up the man and tossed him aside with a heavy force. Immediately, the duelist placed herself on her ill-gotten vehicle. This was the perfect plan! She always had the perfect plans. Her childhood tutor would be proud of this. It did not take her long to figure out the pedal and wheel and immediately she drove off in search of that one particular person.
Somewhere in another universe, a criminal rating expanded into a five-star rating – for some reason.