How did planes work? Fuck fuck fuck, why wasn't he into model planes or something?? His mind worked as fast it as it could, and then suddenly he had an idea. He began muttering, taking control of the various flaps and rudders along the wing. If the pilots could steer it, then he could manipulate it 'manually'. He experimented quickly but carefully, the wings serving mainly to keep them higher or low, nose up, nose down, an a slight bit of banking to one side or the other.
"Hulkling? Can you move the tail rudder for me for me? Left for right and right for left, okay?" he called over the wind.