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[hallelujahpilot]

Outside Milliways it is a nice day. Mostly blue skies, with just enough cloud to be picturesque. Just enough breeze to be pleasant, with the temperature pretty decent for mid-March.

The peace is spoiled by a loud sound not unlike that of a Black Hawk helicopter.

This would be because an Aerospatiale SA-2 Samson has been pulled from the skies of Pandora for a visit, and the pilot is flying the craft over the lake to land on the grass. It's a smooth landing, the two sets of rotors tilting as Trudy moves the controls, but she's far from pleased.

This fact is fairly audible should anyone approach once she climbs out (the cockpit window/door not moving until the blades have stopped spinning, of course). The normally easy-going and laidback pilot is swearing, fluently and multi-lingually, as she inspects her Samson for any damage (none).

This was not how the Chief Warrant Officer had planned on spending her first day flying again, no sir, it is not.

[ooc: *falls over* I love you all, but my brain is dead, so I'm going to have to call slowtime. Will pick up in the morning!]

tiny!tag: trudy chacon

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[hecu_marine]

Thaaaaaaaaaaaat's not the kind of noise Shephard expects to hear around here. He was just getting in one last bit of relaxation before heading back home to his White Forest duties, such as they were. Ain't happening now- he's got to see whatever's making that racket.

Trudy, you have company. He's not saying anything right now, but he's there.

[hallelujahpilot]

After reassuring herself that nothing has been damaged by the inter-dimensional traveling - up to and including the paintwork (the big black 16 on the sides, and the two snarling tiger's heads under the cockpit doors are new, and the latter two Trudy spent a lot of time on) - she takes her helmet off, and stows it the cargo-bay next to the doorgun. It's then she notices Adrian.

"Mornin', Corporal," she says, lifting her hand in what is half a salute and half a wave.

[hecu_marine]

Shephard returns the gesture. "Ma'am," he says. "That, uh... that's your bird, huh?"

Jesus. That looks like someone crammed an Osprey full of steroids and meth at the same time.

[hallelujahpilot]

Despite how angry she is - and she is angry, with a crackling, caged simmer that makes the tiger painted on the Samson less a symbol and more a warning - Trudy smirks and pats the side of the craft.

"That she is."

[hecu_marine]

"Fuckin' damn." Shephard shakes his head, moving forward to observe more closely- not closely enough to touch, you understand, this thing might very well decide it needs blood and grab some of his. Just... more closely. "Now that's got to be one shit of a ride."

[electro_kinetic]

Nori watches the Samson come in to land, hair ruffling in the wind it kicks up.

"Not happy with something?" She might not speak the languages, but she can tell the words aren't pleased.

[hallelujahpilot]

For the record - Spanish, Arabic, and other bits and pieces of languages Trudy's picked up over the years.

"No," Trudy says, flatly.

[electro_kinetic]

"So what is it? 'Cause I don't have to know what you're saying to know you're pissed."

[hallelujahpilot]

"I ain't supposed to be here, and she," Trudy gestures with her head towards the Samson, "really shouldn't be here. If I can't fly back out, I...got no idea how the fuck I'm gonna explain it."

[electro_kinetic]

"Why can't you fly out?"

[janebecomes]

Soon it will be time to change for the ball, but Jane found a door and slipped through it.

Everyone seems to be talking of marriage and she is tired of being told what is sensible.

Outside of the Bar will be quiet until the Samsom appears and Jane has no idea if she should run or hide and ends up staring.

[hallelujahpilot]

Well, there is at least a humanoid figure that jumps out once the blades have stopped spinning - on the shorter side and stocky, although flightsuits are bad for trying to guess figure. Once the helmet is removed, there is a perky pony-tail.

Although, the voice of the pilot is feminine - low and whiskey-rough, distinctly American, but feminine.

Still, Trudy's cursing, and hasn't managed to notice Jane yet.

[janebecomes]

Jane blinks at the figure who emerges especially when she realizes they're a woman,

"Is something wrong, ma'am?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"I really, really am not supposed to be here with this," Trudy snaps, gesturing to her Samson.

[janebecomes]

"Ah yes, but you have been here before, ma'am?"

Jane is not sure she's up to giving the introductory speech to this woman on this night.

[a1enzo]

Enzo is out wandering around the tropical section of the lakeshore, but he comes running, and then boogie-bauding, after the Big Honkin' Chopper as soon as he sees it, because, dude, it is a Big Honkin' Chopper!

The sound of the rotors has died down by the time he reaches it, but the cussing is quite as interesting.

[hallelujahpilot]

Ah. Small-ish child.





Well, hopefully he doesn't speak Spanish. Or Arabic.

"Mornin' Enzo."

[a1enzo]

Where 'small-ish' is defined as 'Trudy-sized'?

Enzo quite enjoys the linguistic freedom afforded by an environment where he knows for a fact that no one uses the same swearwords as he does.

"Hey, Trudy. You're better!"

[hallelujahpilot]

Wry, "Yeah, I am. But not 'xactly where I'm supposed t'be."

[a1enzo]

"Ohhhh. Yeah, I see. Where are you supposed to be?"

[findthegeck.livejournal.com]

Sativa likes to spend some time around the lakeside at least once before heading back into the Wasteland, so here she is, pistol in holster and rifle slung around her back, brought along in case of rabbits, just in time to wonder what the hell's making that racket.

She grabs the collars of her jacket to keep it from whipping around in the wind and watches, amazed, as the Samson touches down.

While she's never seen a machine like this in flight, the general shape of the aircraft seems kind of familiar (http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a129/Feasco/Fallout/CrashedVertibird.jpg) to her.

She edges cautiously closer to have a look only when it stops making noises and a person emerges, colorful foreign utterings and all.

[hallelujahpilot]

Nothing is damaged, not even the paintwork (which is good, because Trudy spent time on that snarling tiger underneath her cockpit door), so she takes off her helmet, shakes her pony-tail free, and resist the urge to kick something.

Just.

Half-turning, she catches sight of Sativa, and the pilot lifts her hand in greeting.

[findthegeck.livejournal.com]

"Hello!" she calls out, returning the wave. "That's a nice..." She stares at the thing she doesn't know what is called that she is trying to compliment. "...machine you've got there."

[hallelujahpilot]

Despite everything, Trudy grins.

"Thanks! She's a Samson tilt-rotor - fancy futuristic helicopter, as folks here tend to understand it."

[findthegeck.livejournal.com]

"Helicopter, huh?" she moves to look at it from other angles. "And those make it move through the air?" She points to the rotor blades.

"Never seen something like this off the ground before," she marvels. "I'm Sativa, by the way."