dragoonpilotcid (dragoonpilotcid) wrote in marvel_my_way, @ 2012-06-19 20:25:00 |
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Current mood: | aggravated |
Entry tags: | cynical_techie, dragoonpilotcid, redeyesummers |
Any Landing You Can Walk Away From...(aka Here, Have A Cid)
The small red plane flying over the Xavier Institute would be a fairly commonplace sight...if it were not spiralling towards Earth in an uncontrolled descent, its pilot spewing a hateful string of curse words.
"Shit! SHIT! SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!"
Cid Highwind, retired pilot for the ShinRa, Inc. Air Force and would-be astronaut for the ShinRa Space Program, jerks the throttle back, forth, and from side to side, but nothing seems to be helping...his beloved plane has been hit with more turbulence than she can handle, and has decided that the ground would be a really nice place to be now.
Like, right now.
Some fuckin' crack mechanic...some fuckin' engineer I turned out to be. Serve me right ta get splatted all over the ground fer not takin' some rough air inta account...
But there's a part of him...a most of him actually...that refuses to give up. That would rather learn from his mistakes and try again.
With a supreme effort, and an accompanying curse, Cid pulls back on the throttle hard enough to bed the yoke out of shape. And even more amazingly, it listens to him...just at the last second, the ship skids across the back lawn of an expansive estate ground and plunges nose-first into a lake. Ejecting just before the cockpit sinks below water level, Cid lands roughly on his ass in front of a paved walkway, bruised and shaken, but none the worse for wear.
"Well, that's just spec-fucking-tacular. A bunch'a turbulence in the middle of a crystal-goddamn-clear sky, an' now I'm stuck out in someone's backyard in the ass-end a'nowhere, with no wings an' no way t'call fer help. Great."
After a few more minutes of embittered vitriol, the pilot lets out a final, exasperated breath and stomps towards the door.
Guess I better get on the horn t'someone. Better at least try an' ask nice.