[h2][centre] [color=a2d39c] [color=f6989d]Marinalia Romus Olympus "Mali" [/color][/color][/centre][/h2] [h3][centre] [color=a2d39c] Finale day . Luna Sports Temporary Helicopter Pad to airborn[/color][/centre][/h3] [b]Finale Day, when Drama Lammas run free[/b] ... Marinalia noticed her phone vibrate and checked before moving to get thr Helicopter started up and dropped her "Burnt antifreeze" into a cup holder near her seat by the door. [i][color=f6989d]"Apollo, clear the groundies. Flying for uncle Sam. Few minutes. I really Don t want to test the blood and grass theory. Enjoy your stay honey... "[/color][/i] Teasing but also serious about the safety part, she watched as Apollo shouted over to clear the ground crews from behind the helicopter. [i]"oh, Valkarie, how I miss you my sweet... Or is that just your taste in coffee. Sure. Groundies clear, FO risk low, keep low... Smoke and debries at 1000 feet or above."[/i] Slowly starting the engines and warming up the systems the rotators began a slow rotation and lifted slowly from there drooping static positions. Slowly pushing the throttle forward, the rotators and engines started to slowly light up icons and dials as they built up speed to a gentle speed. Clicking a array of switches overhead to active, lights, radios and more besides. Dozens of little steps required to start up. Waiting till the engines where ready, she shed her jacket and pulled from thr bag behind her, slipping it overhead locking a serris of clasps and velcro straps. Black outer fitted plastic with a layered set of cermaric plates for comfort and a better female fit over her front than a single plate, a slightly more obscure design with the odd weakness but advantages in movement. Thankfully her dad was paranoid and had it resized for her. One time she tanked his arms dealer profession! It seemed someone had told her father as the outer plastic had a moulded image of a winged female norse warrior with long flowing hair and winged helmet all picked out in a very dark grey. Pulling her flight jacked over to hide it slightly. Hopefully Paige asked no too deep questions but she was not risking her life if she had to! Watching as two figures headed across the sports field to the waiting chopper sat on parked up, Paige she recognised but Milo? He was her boyfriend but hey. Working with her professional to? Not her job to question just to fly them to where they needed to be. [i][color=f6989d]"This is Valkarie, Deadalus inter City 2, getting ready for take off... Flight plan actice under federal clearance. 2 passengers, one pilot."[/color][/i] waiting a second, the voice came over clear on the upto date digital radios, a god send vs the old one on the DC7. [i]"Deadalus Atchual, copy. Danger 1000 feet above, wind North North West, viability good. Safe flight Valkarie. Bring her back safe or the old man won,t be happy."[/i] [i][color=f6989d]"Copy that Atchual. Condition report copy. I quite intend to make it to Carabian. Thanks tower. Valkarie out." [/color][/i] Finsihing up, she glanced over more curious how Milo would react to her, especially after his history with Victoria. That would be... Though she was captain of this particular Helicopter and her word was law as far as it went... Maybe not to Paige, but to a civilian, sure. [hr] Turning to Paige and Milo as they ducked there heads and climbed in gesturing for Paige to take the seat besides her, trusting thr federal agent to be better at taking directions of needed, and made a sign to grab headsets and get secured for take off. Getting on the intercom. There was a little preflight to finish. [i][color=f6989d]"OK, quick points I have to go over. One, toggles, green means on, red mics off on your headsets. Two, keep belts on, flying low and fires, winds, it's more turbulent that normal. Trust me it's safe. I've got 9 years experience and a flight trainer for deadalus. Three, my bird, my rules. If I say jump, jump. Got it. Four, emergency kit below your seats, life jackets. Pull the toggle hard to inflate. Five, for the love of all and nay gods, keep away from the tail. I do not want to clean you off my helicopter. Right. Now that's done. Catalina Island here we come. Last chance to back out."[/color][/i] Her accent swapping to a still vety British but well practiced profeshinal tone running through the basics at a steady pace and clearly in her elament. Making one last check all was clear and no one wnated to back out, doing pre flight for the least 1000th time at least, with a easy calm professional manner like it was second nature. Concentrating and chexking a multi coloured and detailed map of the city, routes, building heights and other details that she needed to know and traced a route out using a white board marker. Marking 300-320 feet, with a few other details, high ernough to avoid but well clear of worst winds, smoke and rubbish from the fires. Aligning the map with the compass on the helicopter, she soon worked out where the fire and smoke would be. [i][color=f6989d]"OK, so, hang on. Details. Opposing forces? I can go low, sea skim.. Viability is clear ernough. Im... Unofficially trained on how to do it. Private lessons, Fleet air arm retired instructor. Hope you enjoy your first flight Milo, your in safe hands. You dropping off with Paige? If so, I'm not stopping... When I say go. Go. Il pause, you go, run, dust and spray should hide you and il be off. Seconds max. I'm not taking risks. I quite fancy making it to my mums and dad's wedding and look good in my bridesmaids dress"[/color][/i] Wondering if to ask, there was no real time like the present, especially when that question has been eating at her for so long. Hopefully Milo remained polite, she hoped he would but still unsure how badly he had taken things with her sister or how things had fallen or not. There was times her strange childhood helped. Planning a short cut over the park, that would save a alittle time with a good angle for the city gap outwards. The buildings where lower a alittle on that side and should be alittle safer than having to navigate past the taller skyscrapers. Admitly a few kids, mothers and so might complain about the overflight, woken kiddies and so. This was so gonna get noticed... Checking the dials and various instruments and running her fuel calculations, definitely ernough for a few hours though the low flights where gonna burn more than higher altitudes and stress the airframe more. With a higher chance of suprise on the island. Balences...[i][color=f6989d]"Milo... Ummm personal, so just putting you on mute a minute. There's a plan of Catalina in the back, I got a map, old aux tunnels etd, buildings from when active. Islands WW2 built, later Cold War and reinforced heavily, They link whole island. Take it with you. May need it. Thr South Side hangers have repaired below ground hangers for bad storms, your cellular and radio signals gonna be patchy in alot of places if your indoors, You may need to find a higher level. Deadalus only took it over as a emergency redirect when it was cleared, lotta nasty stuff left over. Took long time. Still. Avoid the old tank farm if you can. OK... Paige, now lines private. Milo... Not sure what he would do with it, revent events. And all. Rumours keep... Did you catch Bob? I really need some closure. Just want to close this chapter. What happened? Please. Wnated to ask before but... Now is my chance. He hurt me, they tried to... I need to know there never coming back." [/color][/i] Between Xia, counseling and fact she was working what she loved, Marinalia was alot less broken than last time, her dark eyes where not as broken nore pained. More confident this time, she loved her work and Marlin was in her elament. Soon the lights confirmed the engines where up to temperature, the lights where in the right places. She could take off without but that was extra stress on the engines and she did promise to return it intact and flying! Clicking a switch, letting one of thr channels swap to music, it always seemed to help her relax abit. [hider=Radio] [youtube]https://youtu.be/TLV4_xaYynY[/youtube] [/hider] [hider=Helicopter unless people forgot] [img]https://moneyinc.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/Airbus-H155-750x500.jpg[/img] [/hider] [@Pilatus]