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| Log | |
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| Date of Scene: | 16 June 2017 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Lady Blackhawk
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- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
<<Blackhawk Control, this is Blackhawk Actual come back.>> Zinda yaaawns, she had thankfully sobered up. Though this surplus'd PC-12 Spectre might as well be able to fly there without her. Windowless or otherwise, it's not a terribly long flight. Just a few hours into the Pacific, and there it is. A volcanic rock, covered in ancient pines and honest to god painted runways that went a long way to hide their presence. It's a big island certainly, bigger as the Spectre creeps up to it.
<<Blackhawk Tower, be a dear and crank on the approach lights and we'll meet you in the hangar yeah?>>Over black sand beaches, and the rusting remnants of what looks like a giant mechanical lobster? Over derelict sub pens and emptied AAA bunkers, the PC-12 slows and all but floats onto the runway. Touchdown, and a short taxi through the forest into a well hidden hangar entrance built into the mountainside. It's a real honest to god secret base alright. Walls decorated with French, Polish, Swedish and American flags as well as a dozen or more captured enemy flags. Rows of ancient aircraft kept in perfectly ordered little rows.
- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
"Elliot, this is John Aaron. He's a friend, and as it stands he's the official union contractor of the Blackhawks."Zinda isn't far behind, snagging her bag and that cut down Auto-5 she'd snuck in the back. "John let me introduce you to Blackhawk Two, Elliot. She's quite the pilot, truly."Which is no minor praise, but hey introductions made there is coffee!
The hangar is, well there is no museum which could compete. P-51s, P-47s, P-38s, XF5Fs, XP-50s, even a slew of jet aircraft which comes to a wrap in about the sixties. There are of course oddballs, from Zeroes and ME-109s to Spitfires and XP-55s. Not that Zinda spares the place a second though, now that the PC-12 is parked next to it's twin anyway. No she exits through a heavy bulkhead door and heads towards the mess hall.
"Remind me to show you the museum John, they put it together after I was gone but I know you're into that kind of stuff. Even got ourselves an honest to god spear of destiny, oh and..coffee?"She snags her own "Best Pilot" mug, before handing over her bag towards Elliot to stow. Hanging onto her gauge for now it seems.
- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
"Just you, Johnny boy. This place is full of dangerous shit, and we're still critically under strenght. I know you trust your dudes, but I've got a responsibility until we can square this place away."She leads on of course, the place is a work of art really. Hallways and stairways built to be easily defendable. The place was designed to be somewhat confusing, it's easy to get turned around for sure. Past armories, and machine rooms. Honestly the fact that this place sat alone for years hardly shows, it was built right the first time.
Not however, the generator room. Theres a passage cut in the floor there to permit what looks like an actuator arm for wave power? Anyway the issue is on the ceiling. There is a hell of a hole up there, and well Zinda has welded up some quick braces to keep everything stable but that blocks the travel of a few other generators. "The bofors was up on the roof there, and I brought the shotgun because I've got rats and seagulls both getting terribly interested in getting down here. See the problem?"