(June 2, 2011)
(the end of the airshow)
The volatile aviation fuel mixed with the heat in the compressor of the right engine and lit. The subsequent detonated tore the tail of the F-22 fighter apart with a bone-shaking boom.
The shockwave from the explosion slammed my helmeted head against the instrument panel, making me see stars.
* * *
"COLBY!" Scar screamed.
* * *
I blinked the stars out of my eyes and snatched the controls. I wrestled with the stick, trying futilely to bring what was left of the aircraft back under control. The controls vibrated violently in my grasp as the control surfaces shook in the air.
The F-22 flipped over in the air and I was suddenly looking up at the ground instead of at the sky. My electrical system failed, leaving me without a HUD, radios, or instruments.
When it flipped right side up, I knew that my attempts to bring the aircraft under control were completely pointless.
The airspeed at the time of the engine explosion was Mach 1.6, and por the time the plane had started tumbling wildly through the air, it had fallen to Mach 1.1. But I couldn't risk riding the hulk of the fighter down to subsonic speeds, because the longer I stayed in the cockpit, the likelier it was that the rest of the plane would splinter and crumble.
My gloved hands fell to the black and yellow striped handle between my legs and yanked up.
The canopy of the plane blew off as the explosive squibs embedded in the aircraft's skin detonated. The reinforced polymer of the bubble canopy flexed and shattered in the superheated wake of the stricken jet. Molten plastic rained down on the harbor.
The ACES II ejection assento ignited, kicking my bunda clear of the plane in a fraction of a second. I never felt the parachute open. My capacete hit the jetstream, my head slammed against the headrest, and everything went black.
* * *
Scar was absolutely terrified. She had seen the plane stream thick black smoke from the engine. But she had thought that her mate would have been able to land it safely. But that hope was shattered with the airplane.
"No!" she screamed. Scar jumped off the capuz, capa of Jon's truck and barreled through the crowd.
"Scar!" yelled Jon and Uriah. They glanced at each other, then started chasing her. "Scar, wait!"
They chased her through the throngs of people all the way to, and past, the barricades that had been hastily erected to keep the crowd off the runway. Jon vaulted over it, Uriah went under it.
A military MP caught sight of what was going on and hustled over, his hand on the Sig Sauer P226 handgun holstered at his waist.
"Stop right there," he said sternly. Scar kept running until Jon caught up to her and held her back.
"Sorry, officer," said Jon. He motioned the MP closer and whispered in his ear. "She's the mate of the pilot who crashed. Cut her some slack, okay?"
The MP nodded once. "My condolences," he said to Scar. "But I still need you back behind the barricades. The airborne aircraft are coming in."
And so they were. In the distance, Jon and Uriah could see the first of the Raptor's on approach.
Jon picked Scar up and carried her behind the barricade and to the truck. She buried her face in his shoulder and cried.
Jon hesitated, then started stroking her pele, peles softly, trying to comfort her. "It'll be alright."
A mile or so away, Colby's boots hit the dirt. He collapsed in a heap and was soon surrounded por a Hummer, police cars, and an ambulance. He was loaded onto a stretcher and put in the ambulance, which sped off, sirens blaring.
Jon, Kate, Humphrey, Uriah, and Scar all piled into Jon's truck and followed the wailing siren of the ambulância to Harborview Medical Center in downtown Seattle.
(the end of the airshow)
The volatile aviation fuel mixed with the heat in the compressor of the right engine and lit. The subsequent detonated tore the tail of the F-22 fighter apart with a bone-shaking boom.
The shockwave from the explosion slammed my helmeted head against the instrument panel, making me see stars.
* * *
"COLBY!" Scar screamed.
* * *
I blinked the stars out of my eyes and snatched the controls. I wrestled with the stick, trying futilely to bring what was left of the aircraft back under control. The controls vibrated violently in my grasp as the control surfaces shook in the air.
The F-22 flipped over in the air and I was suddenly looking up at the ground instead of at the sky. My electrical system failed, leaving me without a HUD, radios, or instruments.
When it flipped right side up, I knew that my attempts to bring the aircraft under control were completely pointless.
The airspeed at the time of the engine explosion was Mach 1.6, and por the time the plane had started tumbling wildly through the air, it had fallen to Mach 1.1. But I couldn't risk riding the hulk of the fighter down to subsonic speeds, because the longer I stayed in the cockpit, the likelier it was that the rest of the plane would splinter and crumble.
My gloved hands fell to the black and yellow striped handle between my legs and yanked up.
The canopy of the plane blew off as the explosive squibs embedded in the aircraft's skin detonated. The reinforced polymer of the bubble canopy flexed and shattered in the superheated wake of the stricken jet. Molten plastic rained down on the harbor.
The ACES II ejection assento ignited, kicking my bunda clear of the plane in a fraction of a second. I never felt the parachute open. My capacete hit the jetstream, my head slammed against the headrest, and everything went black.
* * *
Scar was absolutely terrified. She had seen the plane stream thick black smoke from the engine. But she had thought that her mate would have been able to land it safely. But that hope was shattered with the airplane.
"No!" she screamed. Scar jumped off the capuz, capa of Jon's truck and barreled through the crowd.
"Scar!" yelled Jon and Uriah. They glanced at each other, then started chasing her. "Scar, wait!"
They chased her through the throngs of people all the way to, and past, the barricades that had been hastily erected to keep the crowd off the runway. Jon vaulted over it, Uriah went under it.
A military MP caught sight of what was going on and hustled over, his hand on the Sig Sauer P226 handgun holstered at his waist.
"Stop right there," he said sternly. Scar kept running until Jon caught up to her and held her back.
"Sorry, officer," said Jon. He motioned the MP closer and whispered in his ear. "She's the mate of the pilot who crashed. Cut her some slack, okay?"
The MP nodded once. "My condolences," he said to Scar. "But I still need you back behind the barricades. The airborne aircraft are coming in."
And so they were. In the distance, Jon and Uriah could see the first of the Raptor's on approach.
Jon picked Scar up and carried her behind the barricade and to the truck. She buried her face in his shoulder and cried.
Jon hesitated, then started stroking her pele, peles softly, trying to comfort her. "It'll be alright."
A mile or so away, Colby's boots hit the dirt. He collapsed in a heap and was soon surrounded por a Hummer, police cars, and an ambulance. He was loaded onto a stretcher and put in the ambulance, which sped off, sirens blaring.
Jon, Kate, Humphrey, Uriah, and Scar all piled into Jon's truck and followed the wailing siren of the ambulância to Harborview Medical Center in downtown Seattle.
I was happy I got a few looks at a&o2 now in a weird twist of events I'm wound up in the hospital. There's so much I will miss now lily is going to be the main character
Kate no I will miss u baby.
Now that I'm in the hospital I will be updating my post a little less
Now what happened is i was in a car crash damn trator trailer driver. So I wish all of u good times and I will try hard to get well fast but I don't knows.
mais articales coming soon
So one mais thing I forgot tell u I don't like Lily no mais I amor Kate so don't ask me about lily she ruined the mover thanks lily u loser
Kate no I will miss u baby.
Now that I'm in the hospital I will be updating my post a little less
Now what happened is i was in a car crash damn trator trailer driver. So I wish all of u good times and I will try hard to get well fast but I don't knows.
mais articales coming soon
So one mais thing I forgot tell u I don't like Lily no mais I amor Kate so don't ask me about lily she ruined the mover thanks lily u loser
Warning small sex scene some detail
As Kate and Humphrey returned to their antro, den they noticed all of the members of the pack were gone "maybe they are on a hunt...a big hunt" Kate said to humphery "maybe" said Humphrey.
"umm, you know how you were talking about mating, now would be a good time to do it, Kate". "Alright I'm ready","I'm ready too". And when they got back to their antro, den Humphrey mounted Kate and started thrusting in and out Kate could feel him ejaculate "ohhh" Kate groaned but Humphrey kept on thrusting in and out then after an hora humphrey fainted and kate (felling sore as hell) went to bed.
As Kate and Humphrey returned to their antro, den they noticed all of the members of the pack were gone "maybe they are on a hunt...a big hunt" Kate said to humphery "maybe" said Humphrey.
"umm, you know how you were talking about mating, now would be a good time to do it, Kate". "Alright I'm ready","I'm ready too". And when they got back to their antro, den Humphrey mounted Kate and started thrusting in and out Kate could feel him ejaculate "ohhh" Kate groaned but Humphrey kept on thrusting in and out then after an hora humphrey fainted and kate (felling sore as hell) went to bed.