[hr][center][color=808B96][color=A56062][h2][b]M a x[/b][/h2][/color]Southeastern Mir [b]-[/b] The Fall[/color][/center]
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	[color=A56062][i]I knew sky pirates were going to get the drop on me, that’s why I didn’t take a decent plane, but I didn’t think they would be that stupid![/i][/color]

Max took a light breath as he continued to descend into the forest, the green fabric of his parachute blending in with the sea of overgrown leaves and shrubs below. In addition to pirates, he had to have a [i]green[/i] parachute. What were the odds that he was going to crash over a forest given his past experiences? Maybe it was a funny circumstance, but Max was already in a piss poor mood when he had to evacuate the courier plane. He told Jake that the damn thing needed machineguns, but his damn brother said it was something the budget didn’t allocate. His brother was an idiot. If he had machineguns he wouldn’t had needed to risk tooth and tail over this venture to Merecc—if he had machineguns the pirates would be dust in the wind. But instead of them being dust he was descending into a forest with a stupid green parachute. A grumble left his lips, at least he had a nice view. A nice of view of witnessing what it looked like to see his [i]plane collide with a gigantic oak tree[/i].

[color=A56062]“Well ain’t that a bunch of cat’s piss.”[/color]

The loud thunder of the plane crashing into the forest was one he had heard before. Not because he was a [i]bad[/i] pilot, but because he was exceptionally unlucky—or at least that’s what that damned cat told him every single time they got into a situation. Max was just glad he was flying solo this time; he wouldn’t have been able to tolerate her giving him the “I told you so” eyes. Not in his current mood. As the thought crossed him he reached into his jacket’s pocket, pulling out a sole cigarette from a half-used pack, placing it in his mouth he gave it a light before he took a smoke as he slowly descended into the forest.

Max’s landing was rough, but not the roughest landing he had handled—and considering the circumstances and terrain he was lucky to not have any broken bones. Having fallen through a few branches after he was forced to cut his parachute with a knife he kept on hand for parachute cutting and dumbass threatening, it was a pretty unpleasant experience. But luckily for him after he broke the first two branches he had fallen into a small pond in the middle of a forest clearing. His band hurt from the impact of the branches, but the worst thing about the whole thing was him being wetter than a sponge in sink water. 

After kicking himself out of the pond and spitting out dirty pond water, Max looked at the sky to see a smoke trail as best as he could. Though what he saw when he got there was confusing even to him—a Lotori girl and some sort of smaller Novan had rushed up to the plane wreck. What the shit? Who lived out in The Fall like this? 

[b][color=A56062]“Oi! You fucks ain’t gonna be finding jack nor shit up in there! I jumped out, get it? Parachute? Everything’s fine!”[/color][/b]

Max had a dumbfounded look on his face as his hand dangled over his belt. What the hell was this Lotori girl doing banging and pulling on metal? Did she think he was in there? Was she trying to save him? What a dumb thing to try to do. As if him, Max Stone, an [i]ace pilot[/i] needed to be saved by a little girl.[i] As if.[/i]