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With the minor rocking of turbulence the crates strapped to the inside of the Globemaster as Riley and a few Scientist and Doctors held to their straps as tightly as their cheeks were clenched. One of the Docs chattered nervously to himself as even after Hound Dog had reassured him all would be fine he had yet to ease up. 

“Yeah Doc, the chances of those doors falling open and you getting sucked out into the cold abyss are negligible at best,” Jordan said, somehow managing to hold her balance as she dug through one of the crates to check on her equipment.


[color=fff200]”Not helping the guy Doc. Think happy thoughts, Cars and Burgers, Kittens and Puppies or even your favorite TV show? You see Infinity War yet Doc?”[/color] Hound Dog said trying to calm the poor man down as cargo nets thrashed along the walls and wind kicked the bottom of the plane.

[color=MediumOrchid]”I am beginning to wonder if this was the best way to travel, though,[/color] Riley mused, still looking chipper despite not entirely enjoying the ride. [color=MediumOrchid]”I suppose it DID get us this far, though…”[/color]

[color=fff200]”Planes are rough gotta loosen up and let that chassis into neutral.”[/color]

Hearing chatter from the flight control tower the Co Pilot picked up the radio as he heard them on the line trying to contact them. “Your flight has been adjusted, we have multiple bogies down in Sherman Square. For your own safety alter your route.”

“Understood,” Removing his headset he carefully stepped into the cargo hold. “WE GOT A CHANGE OF PLANS. SEEMS HOUNDS ARE IN SHERMAN SQUARE. GONNA TAKE LONGER TO LAND.”

“The Hounds are....WHAT?” Jordan didn’t wait for a response as she dived into the crate again, pulling out her laptop and setting up a rudimentary workspace in the span of a few seconds. The first thing she pulled up was a news report detailing a sudden attack by the Hounds of Humanity on Sherman Square. “Damn it, they’re already shooting! I’m picking up foot soldiers and vehicles, tanks, walkers...shit they even have choppers down there.”

[color=MediumOrchid]”Is there any way we can get down there to assist?”[/color] Riley piped up urgently.

[color=fff200]”Depends. How are you at flying?”[/color]

[color=MediumOrchid]”Much better, actually. Why?”[/color]

“I think I know what you’re planning,” Jordan remarked, picking up her equipment and moving towards the netting on the side. “You might want to grab onto something soon, buddy. That cold abyss is just about to come up.”

[color=fff200]”Here we go Voyager! It’s gonna be a new experience for you!”[/color] Unbuckling himself and Riley Hound Dog lead her over to the door just behind the Co Pilot side of the airplane and said, [color=fff200]”You hold on until you’re ready to fly, when we drop we’re gonna have to aim for Sherman Square. Only seen it on TV but with all the Hounds there I shouldn’t miss.”[/color] Grabbing the handle he paused speaking. [color=fff200]”Time to channel my inner Icarus”[/color] Swinging the door open the pressure fell in the plane trying to suck everything away even the skin off Sinclair’s face. 

[color=MediumOrchid]”What’s inner IcaruaaaaaAAAAAAAAAH!!!”[/color]

Voyager’s yell was cut short into a gasp as the sudden change in pressure took hold of the pair of them, the shock forcing the air from her lungs for just a moment. Stunned by the sudden sensation of the wind roaring past her, Voyager held tightly onto Hound Dog’s waist, using her psionics to stabilize the pair as they flew alongside the plane. [color=MediumOrchid]”Where do we land!?!”[/color] Voyager shouted over the wind, squinting towards the specks on the ground that may have been buildings.

Taking a moment Hound Dog zapped the open door before it flew beyond his range, giving it a slight magnetic charge allowing anyone behind them to close the door more easily.[color=fff200]”Relax, not often you feel this kinda thing. Just enjoy this let me worry about where we go yeah. Once we get close enough you’ll know.”[/color] As the two ceased flying straight and began to plummet, Hound Dog could see the entire city scape all the powerlines, the people and of course even where the hounds had begun to converge changing his profile steering his arms they moved closer and closer to the fighting as teal sparks began to form around Hound Dog until he had created a ball of pure lighting almost stopping their descent letting them float through the sky like a feather. [color=fff200]”Now this is a sight you don’t see. For Heroes who can’t fly this is a magic all unto itself. Icarus is a Greek Myth, the man who made wings of wax and flew too close to the sun. Thankfully our story has a better ending. And speaking of endings. You see those helicopters, there’s 11 of them. I can tell. In a few minutes let’s thin their numbers you toss me towards those four once we get close.”[/color] As Hound Dog and Voyager began to pick up speed again as the field Hound Dog produced dissipated.

[color=MediumOrchid]”Magic...Icarus...wax wings...helicopters...ooh yeah, few minutes, got it!”[/color] Voyagers heart banged against her ribs as she watched the specks grow and become buildings and streets, small flecks of colored sparks showing where the Hounds were firing into the center. Spotting a group of dark shapes hovering together, she helped to steered them closer, the screaming wind nearly deafening her as she sped up even more, the shapes growing into the unmistakable shape of the helicopters.

[color=MediumOrchid]”Hang on...almost there...”[/color] Voyager shouted over the din. They were moving so fast that the ground seemed to blur before them. If they knew what was coming, they weren’t moving out of the way fast enough.

[color=MediumOrchid]”Almost...there...”[/color]

And they weren’t going to avoid it-

[color=MediumOrchid][I]”DaH!!!”[/I][/color]

Putting on a burst of psionic strength, Voyager launched Hound Dog like a bullet out of a gun right at the helicopters. Hound Dog’s hands pulsed with energy crackling and exploding as he spun sending the bolts right into the wave of helicopters steering himself and arcing each bolt back into themselves as chain lighting rocked their electrical systems and clinging to one by grabbing the door pushing a bolt right against the frame the rotors began to sputter out and Hound Dog jumped off towards the next one with teal electricity trailing behind him. [i]Two down, let’s see how far I can take this.[/i] Thinking as he launched a pouch of coins like buckshot from a punch each coin propelled with enough force to smash glass peppered the helicopter's windows.

[color=MediumOrchid]”[I]Qapla'![/I]”[/color] Voyager shouted in triumph as she watched Hound Dog adeptly take out the choppers, beginning to cheer him on for going after the others before realizing she was still flying towards the ground at a very high speed. Pulling herself out of the dive, she arced gracefully across the skyline and curved upwards again, turning away from Hound Dog to see herself heading straight towards another helicopter. Voyager barely had time to unleash another klingon swear before she threw up her Psibarriers, cleaving through the tail of the chopper with a metallic crunch. Losing enough speed to regain control, she turned back around to watch the now tailless chopper spin out and crash on a rooftop, the pilots parachuting out at the last second. [color=MediumOrchid]”I suppose that is one way to do it. I will have to remember that one!”[/color] Charging up her Psiblasts, Voyager flew back towards the fray with Hound Dog, blasting the weapons on one of the attacking helicopters to bits as she returned.

Hound Dog with a smile turned and waved as he quickly grabbed the two helicopter debris with a chain of electricity, charging them one with a negative and the other a positive charge ramping up the magnetism until they were drawn towards each other, smashing the third one as Hound Dog let them loose. [i]And three[/i] Turning his attention to the fourth one he simply tried to blast the rotor but missed and swiped the tail rotors causing it to spin. Hound Dog looked at their jumbled mess the trio of copters had made and slinging it with a chain of lighting whipped it into the ground instead of letting it fall uncontrollably likely crushing any hounds below.

[color=MediumOrchid]”Nice, that is five of them!”[/color] Voyager announced as she swung over. [color=MediumOrchid]”So what will be the plan of attack? There are plenty of these evil jerks to go around!”[/color]

[color=fff200]”The plan, meet up with the other heroes. Then clean up the rest of their forces. That cool with you? Keep a look out for other heroes, chances are either in the middle of all this or on a vantage point. I checked for civies while in the air, but keep an eye out for them too. They may be hidden from all the fighting. ”[/color]

[color=MediumOrchid]”Sounds like a good plan to me!”[/color] Voyager said, her eyes drawn to one of the Hound’s mechas stomping around a few blocks away. [color=MediumOrchid]”I bet those do not have any gemstones to protect them from me.”[/color] Before Voyager could rush off to deal with them, the last chopper that Hound Dog crippled swung by, spinning out of control and nearly slamming into her. Avoiding the rampaging aircraft with ease, Voyager looked after it and her eyes widened in shock as she spotted someone on the rooftops dodging gunfire from below, taking cover in the dead center of where the helicopter was going to crash. [color=MediumOrchid]”Problem! We got a problem!”[/color] Before Hound Dog could question this she was off, flying after the out of control vehicle as fast as she could go. Realizing she had no way to move it, she tried a different approach, measuring up where she thought the craft would land and, at the last second, focusing a PsiBeam to slice the tail off right where it might have crushed the rooftop warrior. Voyager felt a burst of pride as the vehicle separated, crashing on either side of the building as she herself landed, sliding to a sudden stop as she regained her bearings.

[color=MediumOrchid]”[I]Hu'tegh[/I], that was close,”[/color] Voyager sighed in relief to the stranger, a woman dressed in black and orange wielding a compound bow. [color=MediumOrchid]”Sorry about that, I have never really fought helicopters before!”[/color]

Giving Voyager a wave, Hound Dog surrounded himself with the similar ball of electricity that he had used before slowing his descent towards the ground and lighting crackled from him.

[@Mercinus3]