(Placeholder) (therealcptnmrvl) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-06-20 11:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | captain marvel, hal jordan |
Who: Carol Danvers and Hal Jordan
NPCs: --
When: Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Where: Carol's office, Feris Aircraft!
What: Carol's burning the midnight oil on a little side project of her own. Operation why my life sucks. Hal to the rescue. Bonding, or something, happens.
Rating: Medium
Carol had an office at the hangar that wasn't dissimilar to the one she had in New Mexico - blank, impersonal, just some place to hold her stuff, really. It was small, but it did the trick and was getting more use than it had since joining with Feris. The hangar was completely dark at this time of night, save for the light coming from Carol's office, despite the fact the blinds were closed.
It had been almost two weeks since Tony Stark had sent her over some specs for one of his planes. Both the hard copies and the CAD files. This was a special plane, however, completely off the record, not for public distribution. It had been one of the air crafts the military had tested a few years back that Carol had the misfortune of flying. The very plane that had thrown her into a tailspin, literally. This had been the plane she had been shot down in in Afghanistan. This was the plane that had cost her so many years of her life. She remembered it like it was yesterday, those long agonizing days of being systematically torn down. Ghazi Rashid never broke her, but he had come dangerously close. Carol looked down at her hand and felt the phantom pains shoot through her fingers before having to open and closed her fist several times to shake the feeling.
And now she had the designs so that she could see for herself if there were any flaws. Ever since receiving them, Carol sat up late night after night, going over the plans trying to determine something that not even the likes of Tony Stark could - what the hell had happened? Carol needed a drink.