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[hr][b]Location:: Antarctica 
Interactions:: Otsana ([@redbaron1234]), Clover ([@Gentlemanvaultboy]), Isko, Aline ([@FernStone]), Askin ([@Oddsbod]), Brown ([@Crosswire])[/b][hr][right][i]Months Ago...[/i][/right]

The icy winds raged forth as the Doctor sat in the moderately comfy cockpit as he assisted with the flying through the suffocating, polar skies, tearing through cloud into cloud like unending lace. Jonas couldn't help but feel grateful that he hadn't had to bullshit another one of the pilots, aside from the beginning after the six of them took a whole platoons worth of MAVERICK soldiers.

Regardless, that had happened hours ago as they jettisoned forth, flying as close to whatever formation MAVERICK had decided to set up as he kept an eye on the skies. It was better than paying attention to these aircraft instruments; he didn't know what half of these things meant or did. Still, at least he wasn't winging it as he glanced over to Otsana, who was just cruising through the skies.

Briefly looking over his shoulders, he pondered on how the four in the back were keeping themselves preoccupied in that empty cabin before turning back to scour the seemingly endless skies. Suddenly the hairs on his back stood up.

As much as Jonas wanted to keep themselves concealed among the crowd of other MAVERICK planes, there was a bad feeling churning up in his stomach as he reclined back, Otsana taking the reigns in full as he squinted into frigid horizon.

Planting an arm on his knee, he leaned down to rest his head on his fist, kneading at it as one particular thought came to mind. [color=598527]"Otsy, we should probably get't landing,"[/color] he suggested, languidly frowning as he grasped the control wheel, constricting it as he tensed up. Whether or not she would take his advice, that belated warning was soon to be vindicated by Oh-One.

Jonas, for all intents and purposes was perturbed when he saw a sharp red light pierce the thick, nearly impenetrable ice sheets they called clouds.

[color=598527]"Oh crap... Otsana, nine o'clock, incoming,"[/color] he bellowed as the light not only pierced the skies, but sliced through it. As much as Jonas was praying for a cushy flight, he honestly expected some sort of crisis to arise.

The beam swiftly carved through the sky, annihilating one plane after the next. By some miracle, they managed to avert being one of those unlucky bastards that made contact with the laser.

On the other hand, there was still some impact as the power of the beam rippled through the sky, dealing damage to any planes in the vicinity, including their own.

It was like an earthquake as the duo violently slammed and crashed around the cockpit, disorienting and jumbling the two. Thankfully, neither of them were knocked out cold.

The main issue, however, was the fact that the plane was taking a huge dip and rapidly descending into the glacial below. Well, it was obvious what would follow, especially since he saw a part of the plane had been torn to shreds. Unstrapping himself from his seat, Jonas quickly stood up and bolted behind Otsana to the more open space in the cockpit, struggling to maintain some semblance of balance as the cargo plane shakily made its descent.

Taking in a deep breath, a thin layer of Ki began to swiftly peel off Jonas as he shed a copy of himself from behind him, expanding little amounts of Ki in the process. Looking over to his companion, he lurched a couple of steps forward before one arm grabbed onto her seat whilst the other shook at her arm.

[color=598527]"This is why I asked you about learning how't fly a plane, now come on, les' evacuate everyone,"[/color] and with that little warning, he glanced over to the clone who was already strapping in and taking the wheel as mentally instructed.

What followed as he trudged towards the door was a sight to behold. Jonas could barely keep his footing as he bore witness to the fact that there was a massive, gaping hole in the plane as bits of metal, pieces of the plane, and debris were violently whisked away into the frigid skies. [color=598527]"Or not!"[/color]

Well, shit. There was only so much he could do before joining the rest of these things as he took in a deep breath and intensely focused. Squinting, his eyes swept through the skies as an aura enveloped the area, shaping from a simple orb into the outline and physique of a human-being.

Jonas' eyes darted through the white as he sensed the energies out there, but picked up on a couple of specific ones as his grip began to slowly loosen. He could discern that Isko and Aline were alive based on how their Ki flared and the rate at which they were falling, as well as Askin, who had decided to take refuge in his lamp, despite falling like a brick.

It was expected that he couldn't determine where Brown was, but to him, he found it highly unlikely that she would survive this based on her bullheaded nature. Gulping, he looked over to Otsana, tilting his head with a lazy smile, [color=598527]"Oy', after we kick Oh-Ones ass, drinks on me, a'ight?"[/color]

Nothing more was to be said as he did a weak peace out sign to the wolf girl before being sucked out of the plane as well.

It was a good thing he was wearing a parachute this entire flight as he whirled through the air after being forcibly ejected from the flaming cargo plane. The main issue that was on his mind was how in the two Hells were they going get back? Maybe they could hitch a ride with one of the Justice Riders?

Putting a pause on that thought, Jonas whipped his head around as the howling wind ripped through his ears, watching as a sharp metal sheet was bolting towards him. In the midst of his free fall, Jonas rolled to the side, avoiding making contact with the scrap.

Well, almost.

As it passed him by, it managed to completely rip off his parachute mid-flight, taking it down alongside the other flames that permeated the cloudy wastes. Jonas' face was a mixture of shock and disbelief as his jaw dropped and eyes widened at the scene as he began patting himself down, [color=598527]"You've gotta be kidding me."[/color]

Alright, stay calm Jonas, maybe you can figure out another way t- THERE WAS ANOTHER CARGO PLANE FALLING BEHIND HIM.

The man felt his day couldn't get any worse as another, flaming cargo plane tore through the clouds like some sort of leviathan bursting through the oceans waves. However, another idea had popped into his head at the moment as it began its nosedive towards him.

Tch, as much as he would prefer [i]not[/i] to, he lacked any other significant options at this rate.

With a nonchalant shrug and disgruntled groan, he readied a knife as he rolled through the skies, working to get the perfect angle to break into the plane.

Focusing on the windows to the cockpit, Jonas tightly gripped the knife so it wouldn't slip from his grasp. In a few seconds the plane was right on him. It was now or never.

One quick, clean, and easy slice through the glass was enough to cut part of it open and weaken it significantly as Jonas crashed through it, arms first, splaying glass everywhere. What followed was him taking note of the containers to the side holding a couple of parachutes, though the covering for them was cleanly torn off.

He only had a couple of seconds to react as his arm shot out and grabbed one of the remaining parachutes that was flapping around due to being caught on something. Jonas couldn't determine if that was the easy or hard part of it all as he soared through the cockpits door, finding himself in the large space where most MAVERICK soldiers and personnel would sit.

There were a couple of holes, but there was so much cargo, boxes, chairs, and bisected bodies flapping around that made trying to navigate through an exit as difficult as possible. The best option would be to go to the opening in the back, but again, cargo, boxes, and other crap.

And he thought riding a motorcycle when he was younger made him hot shit.

Rolling his eyes, he rolled to the side, retracting his knife as he flipped through the air, rolling and struggling to get the parachute on snug and tight as he narrowly avoided slamming into a weapons cache. Of course, he ended up crashing into a seat before being displaced and flung about the place, so that was fun.

Readjusting himself once more as he continued to dodge piles of debris, he finally shot out of that flaming death trap as he bore witness to more planes taking a nosedive into the icy waves, or straight up breaking parts of the ice.

Well then, that was certainly a rough flight, but it seemed like most of the planes had finally dipped out of the skies, either missing the place the laser came from and disappearing into the wastes, or slamming into the ice banks.

This seemed more than a good time as he swiftly pulled at the cord before being yanked back upwards into the skies. Taking a deep breath, he enjoyed the relatively peaceful descent as he watched the multitudes of planes blast into the sea or ice-ridden landscape, left alone with nothing but his thoughts.
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Minus the relatively rough, but short quest to find another parachute, the descent was much less hectic as he made a relatively gentle landing as he swung forward a bit, stumbling forward a bit in the process.

Taking a deep breath, he was more than happy that he packed himself an insulating coat as the frigid air nipped at his face and sliced at the nape of his neck as he placed a hand on his hip and began surveying the area. From what he could dissect, the Wonder Twins had made it relatively safely.

Askin he wasn't surprised to see, let alone surprised to miss with his bright yellow overcoat making him stand out against the white. Oh, and Brown survived based on the figure that Askin was by. Huh, so she decided to swallow her stupidity and use the parachute, alright then. Then there was also Clover, who [i]actually[/i] managed to make it here.

And she was making a jab at him, which resulted in a smug smirk as he crept up on her and jabbed her lightly with the side of his elbow, [color=598527]"Right and potentially end up in Washington again? You're lucky Otsys cousin lived nearby."[/color] Chuckling to himself, he looked skyward and tilted his head.

[color=598527]"Speak of the she-wolf and she shall appear,"[/color] he murmured as as he ruffled through his hair as Otsana landed nearby. Alright, looks like that was all of them, including Brown. He looked up to the skies as two distinct planes soared through... and based on the distinct Ki, that had to be Jill, Isabella, and the latter's dad.

[color=598527]"Anyways, heya' Clover, Otsy, Isko, and Minisko, looks like we are all here for the most part. In any case, OY', ASKIN, BROWN, THE GROUPS ALL TOGETHER OVER HERE,[/color] Jonas shouted, waving an arm to beckon them over before trudging with the rest of the group towards the tower once they regrouped

And so marked the beginning of the end for Skynet Jr.