Post by Breakaway on Jun 29, 2012 21:41:45 GMT -5
Soon after the events of Semper Fidelis (at least a day), Semi-private
They told him to wait, that everything would be okay, that they'd throw together a mission and rescue Maddox and Dr. Hook. The higher-ups were actually excited. No-one had ever been able to locate Lord Slaughter's hidden base, but Maddox has a tracking beacon implanted in him, and they can follow the signal straight there and bring the full weight of the U.S. military crashing down on the supervillain in a Michael Bay-esque display of firepower. So Brock can just sit back in the infirmary and let the Powers That Be handle things.
That's not happening. Lord Slaughter kidnapped Mayday, and Breakaway is going to get him back.
It's probably not best to question where he got the taser, or how he's managed to stay one step ahead of the MPs as he's made his way toward a hangar where a fully-fueled F-35 is about to be taken on a shakedown flight by a maintenance technician. These things happened offscreen. The sniper rifle strapped across his back is legally his, though. He bought it as military surplus some time ago, just in case.
When he tases the tech and hauls him out of the plane into a corner, he feels really bad about it, and tells the poor man as much as he's knocking him out with the butt of his gun. The hangar doors are open, and he can hear the sirens wailing. Fortunately, he knows how to fly one of these. Pretty well, in fact. He takes some shortcuts starting the Joint Strike Fighter and taking off, the sort that would get him in trouble if this were an officially sanctioned mission. Getting airborne inside the hangar is generally frowned upon, for instance.
He also buzzes the tower on his way out.
Jets have been scrambled to follow him, naturally, but they haven't been given the order to fire. No officer wants to be the one who ordered American pilots to shoot down an American pilot in an unarmed American plane in American airspace. For the moment, they're just following at a safe distance. According to regulations, Brock shouldn't be flying with so many of his instruments off. The constant yelling from the radio and the buzzing warning him enemy aircraft had a missile lock on him was getting annoying, though, so he turned it off.
He emerges from a cloudbank, and there it is. Lord Slaughter's flying fortress. It's bigger than he expected. He fiddles with the controls, overriding some things in the extremely sophisticated computer that runs the extremely expensive airplane. The autopilot warns him repeatedly that according to the radar, he's set it on a collision course.
This F-35 has no weapons loaded, and Breakaway does not feel like looking for a door. He pulls the Loud Handle at what he judges to be the last possible moment, triggering the ejector seat as the plane turns on its afterburners and sails majestically into the side of the enormous battlestation, returning to the taxpayers from whence it came, thus becoming the world's most economically inefficient cruise missile. The resultant fireball creates both an entrance and a smokescreen.
His steers his chute toward the fortress, unslinging his rifle and putting the scope to his eye. It's a shame an Autobot's life is on the line other than his own, or this would be the most fun he's had in ages.
They told him to wait, that everything would be okay, that they'd throw together a mission and rescue Maddox and Dr. Hook. The higher-ups were actually excited. No-one had ever been able to locate Lord Slaughter's hidden base, but Maddox has a tracking beacon implanted in him, and they can follow the signal straight there and bring the full weight of the U.S. military crashing down on the supervillain in a Michael Bay-esque display of firepower. So Brock can just sit back in the infirmary and let the Powers That Be handle things.
That's not happening. Lord Slaughter kidnapped Mayday, and Breakaway is going to get him back.
It's probably not best to question where he got the taser, or how he's managed to stay one step ahead of the MPs as he's made his way toward a hangar where a fully-fueled F-35 is about to be taken on a shakedown flight by a maintenance technician. These things happened offscreen. The sniper rifle strapped across his back is legally his, though. He bought it as military surplus some time ago, just in case.
When he tases the tech and hauls him out of the plane into a corner, he feels really bad about it, and tells the poor man as much as he's knocking him out with the butt of his gun. The hangar doors are open, and he can hear the sirens wailing. Fortunately, he knows how to fly one of these. Pretty well, in fact. He takes some shortcuts starting the Joint Strike Fighter and taking off, the sort that would get him in trouble if this were an officially sanctioned mission. Getting airborne inside the hangar is generally frowned upon, for instance.
He also buzzes the tower on his way out.
Jets have been scrambled to follow him, naturally, but they haven't been given the order to fire. No officer wants to be the one who ordered American pilots to shoot down an American pilot in an unarmed American plane in American airspace. For the moment, they're just following at a safe distance. According to regulations, Brock shouldn't be flying with so many of his instruments off. The constant yelling from the radio and the buzzing warning him enemy aircraft had a missile lock on him was getting annoying, though, so he turned it off.
He emerges from a cloudbank, and there it is. Lord Slaughter's flying fortress. It's bigger than he expected. He fiddles with the controls, overriding some things in the extremely sophisticated computer that runs the extremely expensive airplane. The autopilot warns him repeatedly that according to the radar, he's set it on a collision course.
This F-35 has no weapons loaded, and Breakaway does not feel like looking for a door. He pulls the Loud Handle at what he judges to be the last possible moment, triggering the ejector seat as the plane turns on its afterburners and sails majestically into the side of the enormous battlestation, returning to the taxpayers from whence it came, thus becoming the world's most economically inefficient cruise missile. The resultant fireball creates both an entrance and a smokescreen.
His steers his chute toward the fortress, unslinging his rifle and putting the scope to his eye. It's a shame an Autobot's life is on the line other than his own, or this would be the most fun he's had in ages.
