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[hallelujahpilot]

It's been a little while since Trudy's done this. Or had this done to her, depending on your perspective. She prefers the latter - because, really? She tries not to fly into Milliways.

But Milliways happens.

So, one Aerospatiale SA-2 Samson is out over the lake, making a rather large racket as Trudy flies her craft over the water towards the snow-covered grass.

It might be best to get out of the way before she lands, really.

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[first-runihura.livejournal.com]

The vehicle looks almost contemporary for him, and pretty military, too. That means Tarik is interested enough to approach as the Samson descends towards the ground. He gauges the force of the fans and stands more or less outside its range.

He looks a little smug, planted like that with his greatcoat on, fists on his hips and smirking slightly. He looks very much like a stereotypical Middle Eastern villain, but that's the fault of the Laws of Narrative, not his.

[hallelujahpilot]

She notices him - she has very good situation-awareness, but then you have to in order to fly. Still, 'Maya' the craft (Trudy has painted the name on her cockpit door, next to the 'Chacon T'.) kicks up a fair amount of snow as she sets her down.

Earpieces off, flightsuit zipped up, and she opens the cockpit door.

"Tarik. Hey."

[first-runihura.livejournal.com]

When the artificial blizzard subsides, he removes the fold of his tagelmust covering his face and the faceplate from his armor, clipping it into its place at his belt. Then he nods and raises one hand in greeting.

"Trudy. Interesting way to get here."

[hallelujahpilot]

"Tell me about it," she says drily, making a face as she swings herself out of the cockpit and drops lightly to the ground.

[first-runihura.livejournal.com]

"There are worse ones. I mean, if any door can become the door to this place, there must have been some people who walked in at very complicated moments."

He smirks crookedly. "How have you been?"

[hallelujahpilot]

She cackles at that. "Yeah, I bet." And not just because, occasionally, her and Carl barely managed to get INTO their hotel room before clothes started coming off.

"And...yeah, can't complain. Bunch of FNGs arrived, which makes things interestin' as we train 'em. But." She shrugs. "You?"

[first-runihura.livejournal.com]

He shrugs, looking towards the lake briefly.

"Managed to liaise with the people we were supposed to. Still behind enemy lines, and the plan we have to reach human-controlled territory again isn't the kind to make me happy."

[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy studies him for a moment.

"Suicide run?"

[first-runihura.livejournal.com]

Tarik smirks faintly at that. She's good, but this is much more complicated.

"Wish it were that clear. We have a good chance of getting a good portion of the column out alive, but we're going to get a bunch of our men killed. And part of the plan sounds insane and has never been tried... Although it should work, by the numbers."

[not_his_pa]

William's on his way to the Bar from the stables when she appears in the sky and curses as he gets close to the fence.

[hallelujahpilot]

As soon as she lands - and away from the fences, thank you - she kills the engines, letting the blades slowly twirl down before opening the cockpit and swinging herself out.

Damn Milliways.

[not_his_pa]

Once she lands he can see that there's actually a person in that flying thing and comes closer while calming the horses in the paddock.

[hallelujahpilot]

A short person, with long black hair, and a person who waves him something of an apology.

[not_his_pa]

"Ma'am, were you steerin' that thing?"

There are stories about people flying, he's read about it in some of his dime novels but this is real.

[hallelujahpilot]

"Well, she ain't gonna fly herself!" Trudy says cheerfully.

[not_his_pa]

He wants to get a closer look but is trying to not act too amazed, he's not a boy anymore,

"Where do you fly her?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"Place called Pandora. Most folk haven't heard of it, though."

[vance_prime]

Alyx was engaged in some target shooting as anger management therapy, but the Samson's arrival has left her distracted.

For 'distracted,' read 'frozen on the spot staring.'

(She's never seen a ship like that before, but it's not that far removed from something the Combine might use...)

[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy flies in pretty much a straight line, and sets down Maya as soon as she can - the change of direction and flying is obvious to anyone who has spent time around choppers.

(And as she turns the craft, the writing - human, military - on the side is visible. RDA. 16. A splash of colour underneath the cockpit door that would reveal itself to being a snarling tiger on closer inspection)

She powers down, opens the cockpit door, and lightly swings herself out. Her figure, at least - khaki flightsuit, perky black ponytail - should be recognizable.

[vance_prime]

Alyx relaxes when she sees Trudy step out of the vehicle. Don't be stupid, she tells herself, the Combine can't come here...

[hallelujahpilot]

Closing the door, Trudy pats the side of Maya fondly, and then - turning - catches sight of Alyx.

"Hey!" She calls out, giving a large wave before starting to make her way over. "Sorry for the racket," she adds, once she gets closer.

[vance_prime]

"I'm kinda hoping you didn't plan this?"

[hallelujahpilot]

She snorts.

"Fuck no. The difference in gravity alone would put me off, never mind everything else."

[vance_prime]

Alyx eyes the vehicle critically. "Was it designed just to work on Pandora?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"Nope. Designed for Earth. But they run fine on Pandora."