Crash Landing
Oct 27, 2017 16:44:07 GMT -5
Post by Thane Hampden on Oct 27, 2017 16:44:07 GMT -5
Alarms wailed in his ears and warning lights flashed on the display screen in front of him, letting Thane know that his DINN was seriously damaged. “Tell me something I don’t know!” he growled, one hand typing furiously at the keyboard while the other jockeyed the joystick, trying to stabilize the crashing machine. “Come, on, come on…” the teen muttered, eyes narrowing from the glare as another mobile suit - hopefully not one of ZAFT’s - exploded off to his right. But he had other, more important things to focus on. Like the cratered ground that seemed to be rushing up to meet him. Nothing was working. His DINN wasn’t responding to his commands. “This sucks…” Than muttered, disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to see the war end. But he had done his part in the fight, so he had achieved something. Releasing the controls, he closed his eyes and smiled, knowing his end was near.
A few seconds later, he felt his DINN shudder a few times, then slow down. The warning alarms immediately cut out as well, creating a sudden lack of noise in the cockpit. That wasn‘t supposed to happen. “Huh?” he muttered in confusion, cracking open one eye and realizing that his viewscreens were covered in something pink and fluffy. It strongly reminded him of cotton candy, for some reason. Whatever it was, it had slowed his freefall to a gentle descent, so he opened his other eye and straightening in his seat. Was this a new method of saving machines that ZAFT had developed? He should be dead. Maybe he was already dead, and this was a dying dream of some kind. Testing the controls, Thane found that they were either dead or jammed or something, since nothing worked, so he simply grinned and sat back to enjoy the ride. Why not? It wasn’t like panicking was going to help the situation.
After a minute or two, the cotton candy fluff cleared to show the rocky slopes of a mountain, complete with lake in the middle. It didn’t take long to reach the ground, and whatever or whoever had taken control of his machine gently set it down in a sitting position, back resting against a small ridge. Shutting down his DINN to conserve power, the pilot popped the cockpit and stared out at the barren landscape. “Now what?” he asked softly, removing his helmet and running a hand through sweat-soaked hair. He was alive and in a strange place. What was he supposed to do next?
A few seconds later, he felt his DINN shudder a few times, then slow down. The warning alarms immediately cut out as well, creating a sudden lack of noise in the cockpit. That wasn‘t supposed to happen. “Huh?” he muttered in confusion, cracking open one eye and realizing that his viewscreens were covered in something pink and fluffy. It strongly reminded him of cotton candy, for some reason. Whatever it was, it had slowed his freefall to a gentle descent, so he opened his other eye and straightening in his seat. Was this a new method of saving machines that ZAFT had developed? He should be dead. Maybe he was already dead, and this was a dying dream of some kind. Testing the controls, Thane found that they were either dead or jammed or something, since nothing worked, so he simply grinned and sat back to enjoy the ride. Why not? It wasn’t like panicking was going to help the situation.
After a minute or two, the cotton candy fluff cleared to show the rocky slopes of a mountain, complete with lake in the middle. It didn’t take long to reach the ground, and whatever or whoever had taken control of his machine gently set it down in a sitting position, back resting against a small ridge. Shutting down his DINN to conserve power, the pilot popped the cockpit and stared out at the barren landscape. “Now what?” he asked softly, removing his helmet and running a hand through sweat-soaked hair. He was alive and in a strange place. What was he supposed to do next?