(June 2, 2011)
(the end of the airshow)
The volatile aviation fuel mixed with the heat in the compressor of the right engine and lit. The subsequent detonated tore the tail of the F-22 fighter apart with a bone-shaking boom.
The shockwave from the explosion slammed my helmeted head against the instrument panel, making me see stars.
* * *
"COLBY!" Scar screamed.
* * *
I blinked the stars out of my eyes and snatched the controls. I wrestled with the stick, trying futilely to bring what was left of the aircraft back under control. The controls vibrated violently in my grasp as the control surfaces shook in the air.
The F-22 flipped over in the air and I was suddenly looking up at the ground instead of at the sky. My electrical system failed, leaving me without a HUD, radios, au instruments.
When it flipped right side up, I knew that my attempts to bring the aircraft under control were completely pointless.
The airspeed at the time of the engine explosion was Mach 1.6, and kwa the time the plane had started tumbling wildly through the air, it had fallen to Mach 1.1. But I couldn't risk riding the hulk of the fighter down to subsonic speeds, because the longer I stayed in the cockpit, the likelier it was that the rest of the plane would splinter and crumble.
My gloved hands fell to the black and yellow striped handle between my legs and yanked up.
The canopy of the plane blew off as the explosive squibs embedded in the aircraft's skin detonated. The reinforced polymer of the bubble canopy flexed and shattered in the superheated wake of the stricken jet. Molten plastic rained down on the harbor.
The ACES II ejection kiti, kiti cha ignited, kicking my punda clear of the plane in a fraction of a second. I never felt the parachute open. My kofia, chapeo hit the jetstream, my head slammed against the headrest, and everything went black.
* * *
Scar was absolutely terrified. She had seen the plane stream thick black smoke from the engine. But she had thought that her mate would have been able to land it safely. But that hope was shattered with the airplane.
"No!" she screamed. Scar jumped off the kofia of Jon's truck and barreled through the crowd.
"Scar!" yelled Jon and Uriah. They glanced at each other, then started chasing her. "Scar, wait!"
They chased her through the throngs of people all the way to, and past, the barricades that had been hastily erected to keep the crowd off the runway. Jon vaulted over it, Uriah went under it.
A military MP caught sight of what was going on and hustled over, his hand on the Sig Sauer P226 handgun holstered at his waist.
"Stop right there," he alisema sternly. Scar kept running until Jon caught up to her and held her back.
"Sorry, officer," alisema Jon. He motioned the MP closer and whispered in his ear. "She's the mate of the pilot who crashed. Cut her some slack, okay?"
The MP nodded once. "My condolences," he alisema to Scar. "But I still need wewe back behind the barricades. The airborne aircraft are coming in."
And so they were. In the distance, Jon and Uriah could see the first of the Raptor's on approach.
Jon picked Scar up and carried her behind the barricade and to the truck. She buried her face in his shoulder and cried.
Jon hesitated, then started stroking her fur, manyoya softly, trying to comfort her. "It'll be alright."
A mile au so away, Colby's boots hit the dirt. He collapsed in a heap and was soon surrounded kwa a Hummer, police cars, and an ambulance. He was loaded onto a stretcher and put in the ambulance, which sped off, sirens blaring.
Jon, Kate, Humphrey, Uriah, and Scar all piled into Jon's truck and followed the wailing siren of the ambulance, magari ya wagonjwa to Harborview Medical Center in downtown Seattle.
(the end of the airshow)
The volatile aviation fuel mixed with the heat in the compressor of the right engine and lit. The subsequent detonated tore the tail of the F-22 fighter apart with a bone-shaking boom.
The shockwave from the explosion slammed my helmeted head against the instrument panel, making me see stars.
* * *
"COLBY!" Scar screamed.
* * *
I blinked the stars out of my eyes and snatched the controls. I wrestled with the stick, trying futilely to bring what was left of the aircraft back under control. The controls vibrated violently in my grasp as the control surfaces shook in the air.
The F-22 flipped over in the air and I was suddenly looking up at the ground instead of at the sky. My electrical system failed, leaving me without a HUD, radios, au instruments.
When it flipped right side up, I knew that my attempts to bring the aircraft under control were completely pointless.
The airspeed at the time of the engine explosion was Mach 1.6, and kwa the time the plane had started tumbling wildly through the air, it had fallen to Mach 1.1. But I couldn't risk riding the hulk of the fighter down to subsonic speeds, because the longer I stayed in the cockpit, the likelier it was that the rest of the plane would splinter and crumble.
My gloved hands fell to the black and yellow striped handle between my legs and yanked up.
The canopy of the plane blew off as the explosive squibs embedded in the aircraft's skin detonated. The reinforced polymer of the bubble canopy flexed and shattered in the superheated wake of the stricken jet. Molten plastic rained down on the harbor.
The ACES II ejection kiti, kiti cha ignited, kicking my punda clear of the plane in a fraction of a second. I never felt the parachute open. My kofia, chapeo hit the jetstream, my head slammed against the headrest, and everything went black.
* * *
Scar was absolutely terrified. She had seen the plane stream thick black smoke from the engine. But she had thought that her mate would have been able to land it safely. But that hope was shattered with the airplane.
"No!" she screamed. Scar jumped off the kofia of Jon's truck and barreled through the crowd.
"Scar!" yelled Jon and Uriah. They glanced at each other, then started chasing her. "Scar, wait!"
They chased her through the throngs of people all the way to, and past, the barricades that had been hastily erected to keep the crowd off the runway. Jon vaulted over it, Uriah went under it.
A military MP caught sight of what was going on and hustled over, his hand on the Sig Sauer P226 handgun holstered at his waist.
"Stop right there," he alisema sternly. Scar kept running until Jon caught up to her and held her back.
"Sorry, officer," alisema Jon. He motioned the MP closer and whispered in his ear. "She's the mate of the pilot who crashed. Cut her some slack, okay?"
The MP nodded once. "My condolences," he alisema to Scar. "But I still need wewe back behind the barricades. The airborne aircraft are coming in."
And so they were. In the distance, Jon and Uriah could see the first of the Raptor's on approach.
Jon picked Scar up and carried her behind the barricade and to the truck. She buried her face in his shoulder and cried.
Jon hesitated, then started stroking her fur, manyoya softly, trying to comfort her. "It'll be alright."
A mile au so away, Colby's boots hit the dirt. He collapsed in a heap and was soon surrounded kwa a Hummer, police cars, and an ambulance. He was loaded onto a stretcher and put in the ambulance, which sped off, sirens blaring.
Jon, Kate, Humphrey, Uriah, and Scar all piled into Jon's truck and followed the wailing siren of the ambulance, magari ya wagonjwa to Harborview Medical Center in downtown Seattle.
The three stooges(Salty, Shakey n' Mooch) were hired to be Winston's caretakers when one siku Winston found out his inayopendelewa shirt's collar, alama had brown stains on it and alisema "Hey wewe idiots! I told wewe to wash my shati properly! I don't like brown stains on anything. Understood?!" "Yes sir!" they replied. Salty took it and wash it right away. A few days later, Winston heard awful cracking noises coming from the washing machine in the basement. He immediately came down rushing and alisema "What the fuck is that cracking noise?!" "You told us to wash any brown stains on anything so we washed the dirty chai cups 'cause it has brown stains all over inside as well!" they replied politely.
hujambo guys it's lillyomega22881 and I was just wondering if wewe guys could read zaidi of my makala and comment. yes I know wewe are busy making other artcles but I do enjoy kusoma comments. um some makala I wrote was battle#1 2 3,the disaster #1 2, till the last rose dies, I'll do anything, and some other stuff please read them and maoni for mine and for wewe I'll do the same. please maoni on my pictures too. I can't publish this untill it's longer so um yeah. I can't think of anything to write. um.... OH I thought of something. eightysix wewe are a realy good makala writer and wewe TOATALLY ROCK!
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Name: Huxley
Ranking in Organization: XIV
Original Name: Humphrey
Sex: Male
Breed: Wolf
Age (human): 21
Mate: Terax
Color: Silver
Element: Darkness
Weapons: Two Oblivion keyblades
Personality: Huxley is the nobody of Humphrey. He will do anything to protect his wife Terax, from the heartless. Heartless are the one thing he hates. Although he is agressive and powerful in combat, he can be quite playful with his friends. He has multiple Marafiki in the Organization. His best friend is Roxas, Sora's nobody. His other Marafiki include: Namine, Axel, Demyx, Xigbar, and somethimes Zexion. Every now and then he will train with Roxas and go and have heartless killing competitions. His inayopendelewa nobodies to control are the Dusks.
I may add zaidi later!
Ranking in Organization: XIV
Original Name: Humphrey
Sex: Male
Breed: Wolf
Age (human): 21
Mate: Terax
Color: Silver
Element: Darkness
Weapons: Two Oblivion keyblades
Personality: Huxley is the nobody of Humphrey. He will do anything to protect his wife Terax, from the heartless. Heartless are the one thing he hates. Although he is agressive and powerful in combat, he can be quite playful with his friends. He has multiple Marafiki in the Organization. His best friend is Roxas, Sora's nobody. His other Marafiki include: Namine, Axel, Demyx, Xigbar, and somethimes Zexion. Every now and then he will train with Roxas and go and have heartless killing competitions. His inayopendelewa nobodies to control are the Dusks.
I may add zaidi later!