Nick Jackson (throttle_jockey) wrote in x_2012, @ 2011-02-11 19:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | hermes, illusion |
Who: Hermes (if anyone wants to come find him, they're more than welcome to)
What: Nick does some exploring.
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Haven hanger bay
Warnings: None probably
Nick had thought that he'd seen all of Haven as he'd extensively explored the grounds and almost every nook and cranny of his new home. He knew about the little secluded pond at the northern most edge of the property and the hidden passageway in the pantry. Until five minutes earlier he'd thought he'd seen every room except the private residences. Except this one.
"What the hell is this?" Nick asked himself when he pressed a button to what looked like an elevator. But to where? The elevator shaft to the basement was on the other side of the building so where did this one go? There was one button so it had to go down right? Nick looked around him to see if anyone was going to stop him but no one did. Alarms didn't even sound when he pressed the button and the doors slid open silently.
The elevator did indeed go down. It made no other stops and from the two arrows - one up, one down - it seemed like there were only two floors this elevator could go. Very interesting indeed. The trip didn't last too long so he wasn't deep beneath the earth but deep enough. There was a bay of some sort with what looked like a tube transport and a long track and tunnel extending far out to his right. He couldn't see where the track ended even with the regular distribution of light panels along the entire tunnel. "Where am I?" he whispered, floating up.
He flew down the tunnel slower than he usually flew because he had no idea where he was going. Finally the tunnel ended at a large room with... was that a turn table? Excitement shot up Nick's back. A turn table that large meant that there was a plane around here. Even though he could fly without the assistance of a plane, Nick still loved them.
Anticipation prickling at his nerve endings, Nick flew down what was definitely a runway until he spotted a large hanger off to his left. And there in the hanger was the prettiest jet he'd ever seen. It looked a lot like a Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird at first glance but as Nick walked and flew around the jet, there were some major modifications that told him that this was not a normal jet. First off it was a Blackbird and all Blackbirds had been put to pasture fifteen years earlier. Secondly it had no identifying numbers on it. It was pure black. Thirdly, from the size of the main body it looked like it could carry much more than just the pilot and co-pilot. The engines were larger to compensate for the larger passenger capacity and with careful scrutiny, looked as though they could achieve vertical lift off.
There were other modifications too, so many that it slowly dawned on Nick that this plane, while resembling something from Skunk Works, was actually hand and custom built. "Shit," he whispered, looking up at the flat surface of the chine above him and running his hand along the corrugated under surface. "You are a work of art. I think... I think I'm in love."
And he wanted to fly it. Now. Right now. Oh lordy he wanted to fly this baby SO bad.