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maskormenace2018-03-20 09:02 pm
flightforfreedom) wrote in maskormenace2018-03-20 09:02 pm
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un: Black Leader - Forward dated to 4:50 am
[cw: offscreen character death]
[It's 4:50 am of the Second Day, when the Network winks to life with a video feed. Interestingly, it's not of a person - instead, the feed shows the cockpit of an F-16, ice crystals forming on the cockpit windows, the blue curve of the earth, and a quickly deepening darkness of space.
The only sign of a man is a gloved pair of hands on the joystick. There's very little sound, other than the pilot breathing - for those who are used to planes, they might notice that the engines are actually off. Technically, most of it is off.
These things aren't built to leave atmosphere. And yet.]
So. [Poe's voice comes over the comm, and it's obvious he's wearing a full mask - his voice muffled and crackly as if it's coming over a microphone. That's because it is. Yay, technopathy and forcing things to work together.]
This. Probably isn't going to work. But given that I'm not going to be able to give anyone a heads up whether it does or not, a live feed is probably necessary. I've attached the sky coordinates of where the impact should hit to this file. So, look up. See if this works.
I'm going to try to hit the missile with my plane. That's basically the entirety of the plan. Got about forty seconds to impact, if I gauged the damn thing right.
Everything goes well? I blow the thing up here, no one gets hurt down there. Everything goes poorly?
You've got forty minutes to stage plan B.
My advice?
Get the hell out of Heropa.
[There's a few other things he could say, but. It wasn't like home, was it? Sure, he was going to die in a few seconds, but - He'd died the night before, too. And if this worked, he probably would wake up in a few days.
What was a little death, among the nearly immortal?
So he doesn't make any goodbyes. Instead he just takes a breath.]
Good luck.
[The missile isn't actually visible on the screen until four seconds before it hits. There's no sound at the approach, and the impact is so fast that there's only a nanosecond flash of light and terrible sound, and then static.
The feed turns off on its own.
Those who can trace the explosion will notice that the missile is still on it's way.
Or. Well.
Missiles.
Sorry, everyone. He tried.]
[It's 4:50 am of the Second Day, when the Network winks to life with a video feed. Interestingly, it's not of a person - instead, the feed shows the cockpit of an F-16, ice crystals forming on the cockpit windows, the blue curve of the earth, and a quickly deepening darkness of space.
The only sign of a man is a gloved pair of hands on the joystick. There's very little sound, other than the pilot breathing - for those who are used to planes, they might notice that the engines are actually off. Technically, most of it is off.
These things aren't built to leave atmosphere. And yet.]
So. [Poe's voice comes over the comm, and it's obvious he's wearing a full mask - his voice muffled and crackly as if it's coming over a microphone. That's because it is. Yay, technopathy and forcing things to work together.]
This. Probably isn't going to work. But given that I'm not going to be able to give anyone a heads up whether it does or not, a live feed is probably necessary. I've attached the sky coordinates of where the impact should hit to this file. So, look up. See if this works.
I'm going to try to hit the missile with my plane. That's basically the entirety of the plan. Got about forty seconds to impact, if I gauged the damn thing right.
Everything goes well? I blow the thing up here, no one gets hurt down there. Everything goes poorly?
You've got forty minutes to stage plan B.
My advice?
Get the hell out of Heropa.
[There's a few other things he could say, but. It wasn't like home, was it? Sure, he was going to die in a few seconds, but - He'd died the night before, too. And if this worked, he probably would wake up in a few days.
What was a little death, among the nearly immortal?
So he doesn't make any goodbyes. Instead he just takes a breath.]
Good luck.
[The missile isn't actually visible on the screen until four seconds before it hits. There's no sound at the approach, and the impact is so fast that there's only a nanosecond flash of light and terrible sound, and then static.
The feed turns off on its own.
Those who can trace the explosion will notice that the missile is still on it's way.
Or. Well.
Missiles.
Sorry, everyone. He tried.]
VIDEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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video anyway
[wherever he is, riptide yells in annoyance and slams his fist into a wall. hard.
about a minute later:] I'm gonna kick your ass when you get back! I KNOW YOU'LL SEE THIS!
[VIDEO!?!?!]
Poe? Poe?! Don't do this! Don't you dare d--
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[ Dammit, Poe. just... dammit. ]
[voice] (someone had to say it)
[Softly she spoke in an even tone.]
May the Force be with you, Pilot.
[And a few moments after, when it happened, when the missile was still on it's way, a fainter sound:]
And with all of us...
video.
Poe? Poe!
[There's a sound somewhere beyond the view of the camera. Her head snaps up, eyes suddenly sharp, and with a muttered oh, crap, everything goes shaky--she's running--before cutting out.]
text; 🌙︎
Do we have confirmation that he succeeded?
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[Well. Too late to try another plan now.]
Next go round, I think we need an actual pla--
[Aaaand he's cut off.]
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video »
Poe! Please, don't. Poe. Please. Don't. Please.
[ And yeah, she might let out a terrified sound when she watches it happen live.]
voice;
Kriff, Dameron!
[ That's it. ]
not here
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How tragically foolishly heroic.