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September 30th, 2004
10:00 A.M. I gather up some pictures and personal items of my sister's and stuff them in a duffel. It's time to 'blow this joint' . I slide open the patio door and step into the back yard were DL6 and WAB have been 'relaxing' this early morning. Before I can speak, DL6 raise the 'hat' and lowered her shades an inch down her nose, looking up at me from the patio lounger and inquires: "are we done here, HB, it's a real nice place to visit but we weren't planning on living here! We all lost people we love...but we got to go on." Just then as I stopped in my tracks..WAB chimed in from the floating lounger in the pool, "yea, we need to go check on those astronauts...remember, Hey guys, I've been meaning to tell ya'll I got a plan. DL6 and I together said: "Shut up, WAB!"
WAB:"But...."
HB (I adjust my SG-1 cap, don my shades) :"I was just about to say...let's load 'em up"
DL6 and WAB begin running for there rooms....obviously more that ready to "get out of Dodge"
Like all good house guests we had trashed the place, emptied the Fridge/Freezer/ Cabinets, left a lot of dirty dishes everywhere. I had sent WAB to "break' the fence and let the General's Prize horses have 'free range' the day we arrived. It was 2 p.m. before we were 'good to go' and the Hummer convoy of two pulled out the driveway. Weareborg insisted on driving 'his' Hummer, and we make him promise not to stay behind us and not to wonder off.
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City#4:
Clue#1: this state is known as "the lone star state"
Clue#2: Debbie 'did' him.
Clue#3: American TV viewers loved to 'hate' J.R. both when he went into work in this city and away from work.
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September 30th
07:00- I find myself setting here at my sister's breakfast table with a bowl of frosted flakes soaked in 'Pet' milk...yuck...guess I better get used to it. Been here now 4 days...didn't find anyone. We've been going thru the different Post stores, warehouses, armory, ordnance. We gathered up an assortment of equipment, supples and I'm getting restless again. I've been reading this flight manual on the UH-60 in secret now for the past 3 days...each day we drive by the Air Field and see them setting there...we could sure cover a lot more ground with one of those. Weareborg is getting better and better with his driving..and I've almost gotten used to DL6's. Aside from the bad food...crashing here at the General's house hasn't been bad.....
but I can remember all the kids and the back-yard barbeques...it will never be the same. DL6 has been working on her tan in her "daisy dukes" and Weareborg...Weareborg is always disappearing on us...playing video games and in the pool mostly...the heat and bugs are horrible around here. -
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request for a dialog on establishing a communications protocol.
I believe it would benefit the story if we can all agree on a set of procedures for establishing communications between our characters....we are for the most part separated in the story, not only by distance but by time as well. We each have our independent story-lines going and are on "different" days.
Live Communication: voice, phone, radio<<seems to me this would require for both characters to be on the same day. Or the character that's most current..farther ahead in the time line should be doing the "writing" of the communication...(writers should communicate behind the scenes and agree on the content of the dialog) then when the other character reaches that day...simply reference it happening.
PM's and E' and Notes/letters/recordings: these can be invented by a character that's on say the 25th....but of course they can't be received before they're written..
so for ex> person on 25th writes pm>>.to someone who's on the 30th...the person on the 30th would have to do a flash-back or the old "look what I found that I must have missed" thing<<which will become a cliche after the second or third time around. So I propose we agree to have whoever is "in the future" do the writing..and then send it then..unless it's a very urgent thing
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FIRST OF ALL I WOULD LIKE TO SAY: SORRY FOR TEMPORARILY REQUESTING THE THREAD CLOSED: as some of you already know-monday I was involved in a car/truck accident which has knocked me off balance and kept me very busy a couple days..sorry...but I trust it's given us all some time to work-out our stories some.
SECOND: welcome back all
third: this thread is of-course open to all members of Stf.net...and if anyone is interested in joining in....you need not fear the prospect of having to start on Sept. 15th....just start from the current date (please date your entry as you would a journal) and describe the scene where/when you're at...remember it's now been 3 weeks since nearly everyone 'disappeared'....For easy reference the most contemporary entry is Nik's on September 30th...(that's not when he posted....) but we are working on tieing together 3 separate story-lines and that's the earliest date we can all converge at.
forth: I've been enjoying everyone's writing....seems we have a very talented crew...talent on loan from God..as Rush would say...Hey, maybe we should call ourselves the E.I.R.P.G. network!
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H.M.S. Bonaventure sailed into Gibrator on a warm summer day and birthed next to the (newer-Iron sided) Enterprise...complete with the first breech loading guns...the days of canon balls were soon to pass into History...nitro...and explosives..and shells were here, the days of sail power was soon to pass as well...but the Enterprise still had canvas...the steam-engine would soon replace those as well..but not today...
Standing on the deck of Bonaventure, Headborg and Morgana viewed the busy harbor ...Enterprise the center of the scene.
HB(looking somewhat Jealous) turns to Morgana: "your new command, I suspect?"
Morgana( smiles): We can hope...(then points) those guns will fire 10 times as fast as Canon..with greater range..
HB: "Aye, yes" and those iron sides will protect you from that 'Mad Dutchman'...but they also will make you the slowest boat afloat...look how low in the water that weight sets her. She wasn't designed for that much weight. Under that Iron...is still just oak."
Morgana: yes...English Oak that be..she can handle it..
HB: she'll need a good captain....and you would be fitting...you both have something in common.
Morgana: "and what would that be?"
HB: "under all that Iron of yours...there's the heart of a English Lady"( grins as he moves off to continue the job of docking His Bonaventure. Soon, too these two Captains would be sailing apart..prehaps in different waters or not...but always as Friends and Countrymen.
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American Wedding- Soundtrack.....track 7.."laid"
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sorry for the double post...honestly..i hadn't read that other one......see he's right just another "pulling over to ask for directions" joke...
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no...Voyager was great because it stood the gender roles on their ear...it was kool having the girls being aggressive and the guys just setting back and following orders......on the down side...it a man had been captain.....there probably would have been more "cat suits" and the series would have lasted longer....he wouldn't have pulled over to ask for directions home!
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I got the free trial pack from screenthemes...both the Startrek.com pack and the Space.com pack...they work together in the same screenthemes enviroment/folder so sometimes i got kool space pictures and other times startrek pictures...I also got the Farscape screensavers...but they arn't being used right now
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Hay..I was wondering...how far backward does a cosmonaut travel while sharpening one of those pencils with a knife.?????
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So I was chatting with a coworker tonight and he brought up the idea of Borg babies.I insisted that the Borg assimilate and therefore don't need to breed, he says that he saw baby Borgs in the ep where Q introduced Picard to the Borg. (I don't have my book on me and can't remember the name of the ep)
Do the Borg have children? Assimilate children?
I always envisioned the Borg as the kind of (species, people, creatures) that would kill children rather than assimilate them.
Thanks for helping the girlie that doesn't want to pull her whole stack of TNG vids out of storage to figure this one out!
actually, that's one of the most horrifing/chilling aspects of the Borg...that hasn't really been covered much....yes they assimilate children and even babies...nothing goes to waste....then they start altering them...even as infants...with their technology....remember seven of nine...she had part of her brain removed and a eye.....it's really horrible to think about it.. and 7 or 9 did say that the Borg reproduce..just not sexually...the collective simply combine any DNA they want to come up with different combinations...test tube Borg.. The whole concept of childhood..no childhood...is sad too. Studies have shown what happens when infants are left alone when they are young without love or attention from a "mother"...really chilling.
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September 25th 3:30 pm
<Break-In at Best Buy>
DL6 pulled the Hummer up outside the deserted store, we climbed out and I directed her to pull up closer to the door. Although I kicked out the glass, it was the security-gating behind it that was the real problem. The alarm started to sound as soon as the glass broke. I then proceeded to unreel the cable from the winch, DL6 began to help me when all of a sudden WeareBorg seated himself behind the wheel, revved up the engine and yelled “…let me... I’ll show y’all how it’s done!”
DL6 and I glanced at each other and the image of WeareBorg’s last car buried in Victoria’s Secret must have came to both our minds simultaneously….we yelled “….No!” then with a smile of an angel, DL6 walked over and yanked the key out of the switch…killing the Hummer’s engine before WAB could put it in Drive… DL6 gave Weareborg a stern look then and said “….Ft Hood is a long walk.”
We attached the cable around the gating and then allowed WAB to slowly back the Hummer up pulling down the steel net/gate which prevented our entrance to the store. On the way inside, I picked up a long bar of steel which was once part of the security gate…handing it to WAB I yell over the alarm “….find that thing and kill it!” WAB got a crazy happy look in his eyes, and soon we had peace and quiet in the store. I headed over to the lap-tops and kicked the glass case in beneath the display models…”lets see 2 gig …2.2 gig..2.8.…3 gig now we talking…I loaded up 2 then decided we could use a spare or two or four more. Meanwhile, WAB had gathered up a arm-load of video games…and DL6 was over in Music somewhere between L and N. DL6 then went to the cell phones, she wanted a new one, I told her that probably wouldn’t work…no one left in the office to activate it…and it wouldn’t work until activated. We grabbed some PDA’s and Cam-corders and everything that looked like it was designed for the mobile “on the go” lifestyle.
WAB disappeared then..and minutes later came crashing through the window ...he had found the keys to the "Geek Mobile" since it had only suffered minor damage on it's way into the store, WAB started loading it up too! It was getting late and driving after dark was a real hazard with all the wrecks on the hi-way just waiting for us to run upon in the darkest with our limited head-light distance. We hit a Target while we were there too, got more clothes and some more groceries…the electricity still being on. We made it as far as Temple, Tx and settled down at a Holiday Inn for the night. We tried out the micro-wave that WAB insisted we “lift” and had Pizza…maybe the last frozen pizza we were ever going to have and played Video Games on “our “ new x-box . Tomorrow, we would look around Ft.Hood for my sister, and see what else we could find.
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yea..i say no to abolishing trick or treating....it's an American tradition....and besides when else can you go door to door and load up on candy for free..and admire everyone's hard work in decorating there front porch and yard...yes the children should have an adult near by...within sight at all times..and should know not to eat anything out of the bag ...before they get home and let their parents go through it.
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September 25th
Ouch…oh my aching head.
I don’t remember anyone helping me back to my room. But I vaguely remember two people dragging me off the bed, their dialog just gibberish in my haze of a memory. The first vivid sensation I recall was the icy cold water from the shower head as it blasted over my rotting dead-for-life body. With a scream, I was semi-awake…and remember Weareborg laughing in high hysterics. My next memory is of the smell and taste of fine leather…as my face plowed the surface of the back seat and the slamming of not only one, but three distinct car doors. My advanced condition required yet another jolt to return me to ‘the land of the living’ it came from the stereo speakers. The assault on my already pounding head came in the form of a guitar section then the lyrics of Willie Nelson, “….like a band of gypsies, we go down the hi-way, we’re the best of friends, insisting that the world keep going our way…and our way…is on the road again..” I raise up, and what to my blood shot eyes do I see. But DL6 driving , wearing my ‘hat’ and she and WeareBorg are singing along to the ‘too loud’ tune. I roll my eyes as WeareBorg grins at me, now I know it…I’m dead and I’m in ‘Music Hell’.
WAB (taps DL6 on the shoulder to get her attention): “that did it…..told you” as DL6 turned down the volume. I glanced down at my wrist, where my watch should have been. WeareBorg still amuzed, produced his arm with my watch on it.
WAB: “Nice watch, Rollex, it’s about 3 pm.
HB: “That’s my watch!”
WAB (turns the watch over and reads the inscription): “ To Donald, with all my love, Ivana. So your name is Don?”
Knowing he had no idea ’where’ I had came by the time-piece…I lied…”yea” I exclaimed as I took back my watch. Just then I looked out the front glass, as a road sign passed by, Exit 330, then another Robinson-city limit, and I saw a ‘Best Buy’ at the exit.
HB: “turn here…we got some shopping to do…” then I notice my clothes….”Why, am I soaking wet?”
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Backstage Synopsis
By Date:
September 15th, 2004
06:23 am cdt- everyone except stf members & astronauts aboard ISS are abducted by alien space craft, which then warps away.
Nik: unknown
LSB: camping in Mn
Fen&JW: Both discover everyone missing..except stf members.
HB: Moves from Mauston, Wi-Chicago, IL
WAB: Unknown
DrWho: goes to his favorite bookstore in Rod Sterlingville City, Ca spends night there.
DL6: wakes up to find everyone missing, and no school, but discovers people are still at STF.net
BC: unknown...but Daniel didn't call home.
September 16th, 2004
Fen&JW: decide to meet in Lafayette, In...late that evening JW "borrows" a Lexus wagon.
HB: Spends day in Chicago, freeing animals at the Zoo then relaxing in Donald's Penthouse.
WAB: Unknown
DrWho: goes home and plays music of the 30's.
BC: still no word from Daniel
DL6: in Arkansas
Nik: unknown
September 17th, 2004
Nik:unknown
DL6: in arkansas
Fen&JW: unknown...planning& packing?
HB: Moves from Chicago, IL -Arkansas...stoping in St.Louis to free animals at Zoo.
WAB: sets at home eating fruit, being bored goes for a little drive...which ends at East Town Mall
DrWho: Unknown
BC: still no word from Daniel
September 18th, 2004
Fen&JW: What A Day- too much to report---but they own this day of "the days after"
HB: In Arkansas
WAB: East Town Mall-Dallas, Tx
DrWho: unknown
BC: no word from Daniel
Nik: unknown
DL6: in Arkansas
September 19th, 2004
BC: is driving east toward West Virginia looking for missing husband at 2:33 am.
HB: In Arkansas
WAB: sets in Mall eating Big Mac's
DrWho: unknown
Nik: unknown
September 20th, 2004
Nik: studies 747 flight manual.
HB: In Arkansas
WAB: Discovers only STF members are still around( must have been playing on those computers at the mall)
DrWho: unknown
BC: unknown
DL6: in Arkansas
September 21st, 2004
Nik: crashes 747 off the coast of San Diago, California...vows to try again tomorrow.
BC: unknown
HB: In Arkansas
DrWho: Sets atop the tallest town in town, begins the job of hacking into City's central computer
September 22nd, 2004
Nik: flyes 747 from San Diago, Ca up into Canada then south over Chicago, Il seeing a car heading out of city on I-94, lands in Orlando late that evening?
HB: Picks up DL6, they see a plane, drive towards Dallas-stopping in McAlester, Ok.
BC: finds husband's truck late that evening.
September 23rd, 2004
Nik: unknown
BC: wakes up in Truckstop diner at table, begins having hallucinations of Danial.
HB&DL6: must have spent a day in McAlester, Ok...(.sorry guys I goofed)
September 24th,2004
Nik: enters Kennedy Space Center in a Mustang(kool..Nik) discovers Astronauts are alive onboard ISS.
DrWho: has taken control of Rod Sterlingville City, Ca.
WAB: says HB&DL6 are coming to get me...
DL6: takes HB's dog and the Hummer and goes shopping.
HB&DL6: Leave McAlester and arrive at East Town Mall between 10-11 pm
HB&DL6&WAB: Check in at Embassy Hotel-Dallas, Tx
September 25th, 2004
HB&DL6&WAB: leave Dallas toward Ft.Hood
September 26th, 2004
September 27th, 2004
Nik: ISS loses it's life-boat, now there's no way home for the astronauts.
September 28th, 2004
Nik: flyes to Houston to begin training on shuttle simulator.
September 29th, 2004
Nik: practices on simulator
September 30th, 2004
Fen&JW: Bill and Larry take off toward Albany, N.Y. in Lear.
Nik: on flight back to Kennedy Space Center discovers a locator beacon activated of a plane headed for Albany, N.Y. decides to investigate.
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I descended to the first floor and entered the lounge. Wow! This place is great, even a piano; another love of my life. But my first order of business was behind the bar. There I found the Rum and the glass…and remember a sense of sadness coming over me as I placed what might be the last ice cubes I ever see in the glass, and pouring a can of coke over them. I added the rum to it, and wandered over to the piano as a melancholy mood descended upon me. I spent the first hour or so sipping my roman coke and getting a feeling for the ivory, working on my standards…Richie, Elton, Joel, and a little Richard Marx and a run thru Fur Elise and Jessica’s Theme from the movie Man from Snowy River. When I found the bottom of the bottle of Capt. Morgan , I had also ran out of music. So…I was out of readily available booze and knew better than to attempt standing to retrieve more. As I sat there, my world disappearing around me…and now my ice cubes as well…one melody kept coming to mind. I had been refusing to give into the urge. But, then I decided ‘what the hell’ . Slowly, I searched for the right notes. After about 20 minutes I had them, then came the chords, and last the rests were in the right places…slowly the rhythm came together , and after another 10 minutes or so, I had successfully made it completely thru the piece, and each time thereafter it became easier…soon I was playing it and as the lyrics took on their importance, the memories of those I had lost came rushing back, and as the last ice cube disappeared and the night began to change into morning, I closed my tearful eyes and slumped over my only remaining love…the piano.
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Luckily the power was still on here in Dallas, the top floor would have been a long climb otherwise. We slipped our key cards in our doors and entered the adjoining suites....I no sooner opened my lap-top case, and removed the contents, and got it connected to the high-speed internet port, but came the Knock..Knock on the adjoining door. I walked over and unlocked it...as the connection was made to STF.Net.....DL6 seated her self on the bed as we stared at the newly designed Home page...it was mostly the names of all the members that had been 'accounted' for. And pages of vital contact information for each of them...I reported in that I was with DL6 and WAB and that our next destination was Ft.Hood, Tx..then on to Houston. Then I asked if any member was a commercial pilot because we had seen a Jet liner the other day. There hadn't been any member that stepped forward..so maybe...some other survivors could still be out there. Then I left DL6 with the lap-top to (pm and e) her friends...DL6 asked where I was going as I headed out the door...I told her I was gonna go check out the amenities this joint had to offer.....( I had seen a Bar/Lounge and could use a drink )
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I roll my eyes at her...and say..."get off my bridge".....pick her up, carry her back into the cabin and spank her.
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September 22nd 11: 45 pm
We drive around the downtown Dallas area for awhile looking for a 'up-town' Hotel, Weareborg sleeps peacefully in the back seat,
soon we pass the 'Book depository building ' and head toward Love Field, there close-by, we find the Embassy Hotel, where we check-in. I try to wrestle WAB out of the back, but he puts up a fight in his sleep.DL6: "Just let him...rest...HB.. he'll wake up and 'won't leave home without us.'
Upon entering the lobby, DL6 jumped behind the concierge's desk. She ducks down and pops back up giggling wearing a bell boy's hat. I quickly tap the bell on the counter playing along in sync with our little Role play.
DL6:" May I help you, Sir?"
HB: "Yes, I believe we should have a suite.....no, wait a minute..make that two suites."
DL6:"Sweet" turning to a diagram on the wall behind her, she points to a couple adjacent suites on the top floor, then continues,"...how about these bad buggers-$400 a night...." Smiling at me..."will that be cash or charge?"
HB:"Well business seems to be pretty poor tonight, and I did get a quote from Price Line.com....free room...do I get the discount?"
DL6 gives me a fake angry look, "well then! we will just have to 'honor' that quote...but Shatner and Nimoy better start working harder...with business like this 'we are gonna be out of business soon!" she encodes the card keys and we proceed upstairs.
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8 years old...
~~~The Days After~~~~
in Holosuite 2: Program Running Enter When Ready
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September 30th, 2004
14:30 hours
We round the corner, and I take a left onto the air field, as DL6’s eyes start to get big...”oh no! You ant thinking what I think you’re thinking….are you?”
HB: “well…..their here….we’re here….it’s a bright sunny day….sometimes you just got to say…..what the f#$%!”
DL6 (looks at me with a ’ no’ look on her face shaking her head):”….. mmmmmm, what the !@#$, yea…right!"
We get out of the Hummer as Weareborg pulls up in the Best Buy Hummer.
HB: (grins at DL6): ‘come on….how hard can it be?….I just won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t at least try!”
DL6:”yea, it’s the ‘living’ part that’s got me worried…..no Hb!...it’s not worth it...come on now…”stomps her foot.
WAB (walks up): “kool guys…just…”
HB &DL6: “shut up, WAB!”
WAB: ”But…but…”
DL6:” hb, do you know anything about flying?”
Hb: “I got 16 hrs on a single engine piper. Here, hold on to ‘ditto’."
I hand the little dog to DL6. Start toward a UH-60a.
WAB: “guys…”
DL6( passes the dog on to WAB): "shut up WAB and hold this…hay…mister not so fast….I got friends that fly…I’ve got a better chance of handling that thing than you.”
We both climb in, and don’t notice WAB has climbed in too, taking up a position at one of the waist M-60 machine guns….where he proceeds to load it all without any notice from us as we fight over the correct ‘start up” procedure. We must have ‘accidentally” got it right, cause the chopper came to life.. I pulled back on the collective and increased rotor speed and the chopper began to lift off the ground…then we ran into a little trouble…the chopper began to “turn’ around in circles...and I noticed DL6 had her foot on one of the pedals.
HB: ”Do you mine?”
DL6:” Shut up, Hb, I’m driving!”
HB: ”like hell”
Just then, WAB decided to “get our attention” by clearing the chamber of the machine gun. The sudden sound made me glance back over my shoulder toward the sound of the machine gun fire but I glanced over the wrong shoulder and saw nothing but empty helicopter…and my foot hit the right pedal. The nose of the chopper made a sudden turn to the right…the aft section suddenly displacing to the left…WAB flew out of the chopper managing to just barely grab hold of the machine gun barrel and was holding on for dear life…we were about a 100 feet off the ground. There was no way of hearing Weareborg’s frantic screams of panic over the sound of the rotors.
HB to DL6: “Did you hear that? Sounded like someone shooting at us.” The chopper continued to spin and dip around…DL6 glanced back over her left shoulder and saw Weareborg dangling from the machine gun barrel. And directed my attention over my other shoulder.
HB: “WAB, get your rear back in here…stop clowning around” I yell over the com.
WAB( continues to scream in terror)
HB to DL6: “ go back there and get him in here”
DL6: “you go back there….why you always giving orders… you do it…I’m flying!”
Hb: get your !@# back there now!
DL6: "all right!" (she shoves the control stick to the left as she’s heading back there. And the chopper banks back to the left while spinning around .
Hb:" whoa..…horsey"
DL6 had the good sense to fasten a safety strap to the roof of the chopper but as she approaches WAB to help him back inside she grabs the machine gun by the pistol grip….Weareborg noticing this and the fact that the muzzle of the gun was aimed at his nose…..lets out a wild scream of “Nooooo” manages to land a kick of the bottom of his right foot squarely against DL6’s face, and simultaneously manages to remove his head out of the front of the muzzle just as DL6 accidentally squeezes the trigger. The blow to the face knocks DL6 unconscious and she slumps over the machine gun dangling from the safety strap, with her finger caught on the trigger. Weareborg continues to hang precariously from the barrel of a now firing wildly machine gun, screaming his head off trying to keep vital parts of his anatomy from being shot off while the chopper spins, and the machine gun swings around. The bullets meanwhile have found their mark in the gas tank of the Best Buy ‘geek mobile’- it explodes as the trail of bullets continue to strafe along the concrete and strike a stack of fuel drums near-by which begin to leak fuel which in turn begins to spill out on the ground and run towards the now burning Hummer. Meanwhile, I am busy trying to get the chopper under control and notice nothing but the sound of the machine gun fire.
HB:” Knock it off back there, this isn’t the time for target……..” I turn and see that Weareborg is now hanging head first out of the chopper with one leg tangled in the machine gun belt. Then I notice my little dog “ditto” dancing around on the pavement barking wildly as bullets impact all around her.
HB to DL6: “Don’t shoot my dog!”
Just then DL6 is coming to, and the machine gun jams as WAB’s ankle wedges itself against the feed port of the weapon. DL6 begins to drag the little guy in as I see his eyes get big again…there’s a pause in his screaming….then the start of huge scream of holy terror. I turn and look as the tail rotor dips inside a hanger and shears off the tail of the helicopter…I drop the collective…and the power…and we drop the last dozen feet like a rock…a landing gear is driven threw the floor, the chopper lays over to that side as the rotor blades strike the pad and come to a stop . This Blackhawk is down!