Pilatus

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Life been kicking me around thoroughly as of late. Postage coming up Friday. Sorry for the delay.

EDIT: Post made, just need to proofread. Will have it up tomorrow.

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I'll put a post in this weekend and sort of roll the ball a little bit and let everyone pass it around before we full on kick it. :-)

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I think a time skip would be okay in this case. It wouldn't hurt to sew up a few loose ends with a couple posts before we make the jump though. The crash scene and journey away from the wreck are going to set up a lot of plot items in the future, i.e.: what the characters bring with them from the plane, what they do with the wreckage, what direction they head off in, etc.. Since there wasn't a lot of postage for Isaac, it wont be hard to continue the story without him, I just dont want us to inadvertently create plot holes later on while we're anxious to get moving again.

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Hmmm... We seem to have stalled a little bit. @A Tattooed Girl are you still with us?

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Interacting with @A Tattooed Girl, McKenna Avery Knowles

A few thoughts bolted through Cole’s head at first sight of McKenna and her discovery. It seemed bizarre, as he first stepped into the cabin section that someone had apparently taken the time to mark the deceased. The images instantly disgusted him and his lips pursed tightly as his gaze scanned toward the woman and the child who had apparently been missed by their life or death notice agent. “What the fuck is wrong with people…” He mumbled. Before taking notice of the young survivor, Cole immediately locked on to the fact that his rescuer had already retrieved part of her weapons cache and donned it very nonchalantly. He was piecing things together fairly efficiently in his head, but decided to hold his tongue in front of the child. However, he doubted the other passengers would share in his consideration. She seemed to have good rapport in her tone with him and mentioned that she had once been a doctor in the “military”. Who the hell knows what that means. He thought to himself. Guess we’ll find out soon enough.

Still ignoring the weapons, Cole knelt down next to the pair as she did her work on his arm. “Just hang on buddy.” He said in as patriarchal a tone as he could summon. He was a flyer, not a fighter. Blood and gore were not his forte and as his eyes scanned around he had to fight a certain sense of revulsion particularly with the sight of those marked with the “X”. They were his passengers. He knew the image would probably never leave him.

Being honest with himself, Cole was weary of speaking with her, but other than Xi, he felt instinctively that she was the most competent person that had survived among the passengers. He ran a hand over his face and shifted the tired old hat on his head a little to scratch around his brow before turning so that his voice projected away from the child’s hearing. “When you finish up here and take him out, I want you to take a good look at that cargo door and the rear of the plane.” He said very calmly.

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Still here, should have one done by tomorrow. Been working 12 hour days the last 2 weeks. Totally exhausted.

EDIT: Postage added. Short one, but enough to keep us moving. I should be more available this week. Sorry for the delay!

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Working on some postage, soon to come

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If it's okay with everyone, I would like to suggest that we go with the plane being the victim of a bomb on board. I hinted at it a little bit earlier in the development.

Reasons why:

1. Adds a whole extra dimension to the story at no cost. Not only do we still get the original survival aspect, but the added psychological and plot aspect of someone/some group trying to blow up the plane for some reason that the characters get to figure out over time.

2. Allows for other people to join in later as potential predators of the survivors. Maybe the same perpetrators that planted the bomb need for their to be no survivors for some reason.

3. I think it would be good for the longevity of the game. This sort of goes with item #1 in that it gives us a plot area where we can have total creative freedom.

Just wanted to throw this out there. Its been on my mind since we started. Be happy to hear what everyone else thinks.

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Interacting with @Azaria Blue, Kiki Williams & @TalijaKey, Angelino Fabbro

Cole regarded the proceedings grimly as the living departed the plane. When he’d told those that were able to disembark, most of them seem to think that meant that they were going somewhere, which they were, but he had to break the truth to them in as delicate a way as he was capable, though he was not particularly known for his eloquence. Training would normally dictate that the aircraft be used as a shelter and survivors were to stay with the wreck if at all possible. With the exception of the tail section, the plane was not a total write-off and sat very cantankerously on its remaining fuel weight where it had plowed up the ground after the main gear failed. The scene reminded him of the big styrofoam gliders he used fling at his grandparents’ house as a child. They’d soar for dozens and dozens of yards before landing nose down, tail up, just like this one. For brief millisecond he could feel the humidity of in-land North Florida where he’d grown up before a gust of wind and a question brought is his mind to the present.

Now what do we do?

Cole looked at the man. He was abnormally tall with a makeshift bandage wrapped around his head. “Just sit down and try to relax for the time being.” He said with a greater inflection of confidence than he’d thought himself capable. He realized that training was carrying him mentally and those expensive ETI courses he’d taken before hadn’t been for naught. Keeping up the morale of those that had survived could be as important as food and shelter. “Once the first officer and I have checked over the aircraft we’re going to inventory everything we have that’s useable.” Calorie preservation would be important and they’d have to ration what they had which meant only the able-bodied needed to participate in the inventory. A head injury could mean any number of things and he didn’t want the man passing out. “So sit tight, I’m going to talk to everyone before we get started.”

He glanced down at his clipboard which held a copy of the day’s weather reports for the area. Snow flurries overnight, getting colder. Maintaining everyone’s core body temperature would be the first priority. Another voice chimed for his attention:

Mister uh, Pilot man? A female voice inquired. Whatever. Anyway, should we get out the like, luggage? Like with all of our stuff in it. Mine has some...corrosive material and it may leak if it’s broken…

He looked in her direction and then down a bit following the voice to its short statured, oddly colored source. The words corrosive materials took his attention and he flipped back some of the pages from his clipboard to the cargo manifest. He seemed to remember seeing it when they’d taken off from Gunsa. It was nothing out of the ordinary for him to haul hazardous materials, but since they were now crash-landed she brought up a valid concern. His eyes scanned from behind his sunglasses. The manifest indeed marked it as hazardous, but the amount was fairly small. The loaders had marked the case with yellow tape. “You must be Kiki.” He said in a similar tone as he’d addressed the other man. Her name was next to entry on the manifest. “If it’s still on board we’ll get it out asap.”

He glanced back to the cargo door where the others were making their way out of the plane and in retrospect realized he hadn’t at all needed the extra seating. There had been enough space for most everyone to choose their seat. A grim lottery the victims had been unaware of when they boarded. He carefully regarded the woman with the dog as they left the wreck. She was the weapon carrier, Knowles, McKenna Avery, and had a small arsenal connected to her according to the manifest. Part of him wondered if she was some kind of mercenary, but the crippled dog that tagged around with her seemed to dispel that suspicion to some extent. He privately resolved to keep an eye on her.

“I’m going speak to everyone before we get started.” He said to Kiki. “Do me a favor and keep an eye on this gentleman over here.” He said nodding towards Angelino.

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Glad to see some postage happening. Should be able to have a new one up by the weekend.