Dino Island (dinoisland) wrote in islamuerta, @ 2016-07-17 15:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | day: 07/17/16, mod: update, thread: narrative |
Characters: All plane passengers!
Location: 7M, the site of the plane crash.
Time: 8:01am, July 17
Summary: Technical difficulties and an unexpected collision result in an emergency landing on Isla Muerta.
Status: Complete narrative. Characters' reactions may be posted in other threads and tidbits.
Warnings: Non-fatal/mild to moderate injuries implied.
Things almost never ran this smoothly.
Delta 1388 departed LAX exactly on schedule, at 12:45am local time. It was supposed to be a simple, straightforward red eye flight, one that was flown countless times on the regular. The flight crew plugged in the coordinates for SJO, and the aircraft practically flew itself. Passengers slept, or watched the quiet in-flight movie, or ate the food that was provided if they were hungry, or talked quietly among themselves. There were no incidents or outbursts to disrupt the proceedings.
Around them, a heavy cloud cover filled the air and made visibility of the ground, even the stars, next to nonexistent. But that shouldn't have mattered, because the crew had their infallible instrumentation...right?
Flashback to Saturday night, July 16. It was his last day on the job with Delta, and Marcus Greenway was a man with anger issues and a grudge against his soon-to-be-former employer and its remaining employees. He wanted to set the flight off course, an inconvenience more than anything, something that would run them out of gas before they realized they weren't going to Juan Santamaria International and would have to make an emergency landing somewhere else. He tinkered with all sorts of systems in the cockpit, with no one the wiser.
They’ll never discover it was Marcus who screwed them, but he’ll sit back as he watches the news the next morning with maniacal glee and a malevolent sense of satisfaction.
Several hours into the flight, a flock of pteranodons were starting to stir on the sandbar they called home off the Isla Muerta coast. It was just around sunup, the sky barely light enough for the dinosaurs to want to fly... Until the aggressive growl of Delta 1388 cutting through the sky scattered the flock: an invisible threat hidden by the clouds. More than half of the pteranodons went up, screeching challenges, and it growled back at them: endlessly whirring. When the pteranodon flock punched out of the clouds to challenge the plane, most of them were sucked into the engines before they realized they weren't challenging another dinosaur.
Onboard, the passengers felt the plane shudder, rattle, and shake. A lucky few looking out the window saw strange shapes through the clouds or heard inhumanly piercing screams... The airplane started to lose altitude, and a tense voice came over the speakers to say: "This is your Captain speaking. We've been hit by multiple unknown objects at high speed. Our engines are failing. We're going down. Flight crew, prepare for emergency landing."
Delta 1388 crash landed on the island with its nose and a good section of its front half buried in a creek. The emergency exits with the inflatable slides were used, helping dazed and sometimes injured passengers and crew alike from the plane onto the eerily quiet island. No one knows where they are or what made them fall out of the sky, but one thing is certain: they sure as hell aren't in Costa Rica.