(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, of 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 door 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 zitplaats, stoel ignited, kicking my ezel clear of the plane in a fraction of a second. I never felt the parachute open. My helm 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 kap 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 zei sternly. Scar kept running until Jon caught up to her and held her back.
"Sorry, officer," zei 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 zei to Scar. "But I still need u 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 vacht, bont softly, trying to comfort her. "It'll be alright."
A mile of so away, Colby's boots hit the dirt. He collapsed in a heap and was soon surrounded door 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 ambulance 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, of 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 door 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 zitplaats, stoel ignited, kicking my ezel clear of the plane in a fraction of a second. I never felt the parachute open. My helm 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 kap 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 zei sternly. Scar kept running until Jon caught up to her and held her back.
"Sorry, officer," zei 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 zei to Scar. "But I still need u 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 vacht, bont softly, trying to comfort her. "It'll be alright."
A mile of so away, Colby's boots hit the dirt. He collapsed in a heap and was soon surrounded door 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 ambulance to Harborview Medical Center in downtown Seattle.
one dag hupmhrey was log sledding
he ran into tree
he met kate
kate zei hi ur cute humphy
humpfry was cute and was nice
'i have 2 go 2 alfa school' zei kate
'aww' zei humphrey
Llater they got back but they got stuff 2 do
ok guys that ch1 was my fanfic hope it was good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
he ran into tree
he met kate
kate zei hi ur cute humphy
humpfry was cute and was nice
'i have 2 go 2 alfa school' zei kate
'aww' zei humphrey
Llater they got back but they got stuff 2 do
ok guys that ch1 was my fanfic hope it was good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Talking Plushies
Wave 1:
Play with Me Kate
Tell me a Joke Humphrey
Wave 2:
Exercise with Me Garth
Sing with Me Lilly
Wave 3:
Dance with Me Princess
Wave 4:
Tickle Me Runt
Tickle Me Claudette
Tickle Me Stinky
Life Sized Plushies
Wave 1:
Humphrey
Kate
Lilly
Garth
Wave 2:
Claudette
Stinky
Runt
Wave 3:
Princess
Fleet
Magril
Wave 4:
Eve
Winston
Tony
Wave 5:
Hutch
Can-Do
Deluxe Action Figures
Wave 1:
Kate and Humphrey
Wave 2:
Garth and Lilly
Wave 1:
Play with Me Kate
Tell me a Joke Humphrey
Wave 2:
Exercise with Me Garth
Sing with Me Lilly
Wave 3:
Dance with Me Princess
Wave 4:
Tickle Me Runt
Tickle Me Claudette
Tickle Me Stinky
Life Sized Plushies
Wave 1:
Humphrey
Kate
Lilly
Garth
Wave 2:
Claudette
Stinky
Runt
Wave 3:
Princess
Fleet
Magril
Wave 4:
Eve
Winston
Tony
Wave 5:
Hutch
Can-Do
Deluxe Action Figures
Wave 1:
Kate and Humphrey
Wave 2:
Garth and Lilly
To Wish Upon A Star
A poem door Silver_Alpha
Oh, to gaze up in the sky,
Looking at the lights near and far.
But to be here sitting volgende to you,
Is like wishing upon a star.
As the moon shines down on us,
The night suddenly becomes bright.
It is like dag again,
But to be here with u feels so right.
u giggle and laugh with a snort,
A little smirk of some sort,
Then u look into my eye
and tears come, making u cry.
As I hold u in my arms, I never want to let go,
u feel safe, at home.
u calm down until sleep takes in,
It took u without one to know.
Oh, to gaze up in the sky,
Looking at the lights near and far.
But to be here sitting volgende to you,
Is like wishing upon a star.
A poem door Silver_Alpha
Oh, to gaze up in the sky,
Looking at the lights near and far.
But to be here sitting volgende to you,
Is like wishing upon a star.
As the moon shines down on us,
The night suddenly becomes bright.
It is like dag again,
But to be here with u feels so right.
u giggle and laugh with a snort,
A little smirk of some sort,
Then u look into my eye
and tears come, making u cry.
As I hold u in my arms, I never want to let go,
u feel safe, at home.
u calm down until sleep takes in,
It took u without one to know.
Oh, to gaze up in the sky,
Looking at the lights near and far.
But to be here sitting volgende to you,
Is like wishing upon a star.