06-17-2016, 05:52 AM
Hiro had actually been enjoying himself for a while, tossing back drinks, pop and locking on the dance floor, and chainsmoking those delicious cigarettes of his. Wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead, he'd gone back to the bar and ordered another NagaSake Bomb, idly checking out a couple of the other patrons in the VIP club.
Turning back around to get his drink, he was momentarly overcome with indignation as it arrived in an unconventional method; namely, flying right at his face. The hacker opened his mouth to complain, but by then it was too late. He was jolted out of the barstool, and the screams from the rest of the plane could be heard over the whine of the suddenly silent speakers.
Crashing, rumbling, and all manner of shit falling and flying around the club, Hiro staggered unsteadily towards the exit and hopefully the emergency harnesses. The bartender was cowering under a table trying his best not to vomit/cry/piss himself, and Hiro grabbed him by the collar as he lurched past. "Emergency harnes- urp- harnesses! Where?"
The guy tried to maintain his balance which was rapidly becoming an impossible task. He staggered/crawled back into the club, towards the restrooms, and Hiro followed him. There was a set of emergency seats along the wall, already half unfolded, and Hiro helped the bartender in before strapping in himself.
Then, just as he was beginning to lose consciousness, and because he really did not trust this flimsy plastic seat to save him, he punched in his emergency code on his wrist interface. The last thing he saw before he blacked out from the g-forces was the relief inducing sight of his vector shield blooming into place around himself and the bartender.
-drip-
-drip-
-drip-
The cyber samurai awoke with a gasp, clutching for the blade in his fist that wasn't there. It took him a few moments to realize where he was; the flight, the accident, the fall. Not back in a dirty kitchen about to be cut to ribbons.
The dripping had confused him, until he realized that they were next to the bathrooms. Plumbing was probably fucked from the crash. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the plane's emergency lighting half functioning. There was also the small fact that directly next to him was a wall of crushed metal, debris, and other detritus; a rectangular outline visible in the scree. His shield had saved them from being crushed before it dissipated.
Unbuckling himself, ears ringing, Hiro looked over at the bartender. The man was still out cold but looked relatively unscathed. He was dressed semi-professionally, and had a nametag that read "Barry Sanderson". The guy had been slinging some mean drinks before the crash, and was therefore slightly responsible for most of the ringing in the hacker's head right about now. Plus, there were here to rescue people, right? If there was a scoreboard, Hiro figured he'd be on it first if he exited with the bartender. Plus, y'know, basic human decency.
It had been no small effort to unbuckle the man and fireman's carry him through the wreckage of the plane, especially once the walls started turning into the floor and vice verse. Also because Hiro paused to grab a couple miraculously unbroken bottles of the top shelf stuff. Might be useful for signal fires.
He eventually made it to an emergency pressure door half ajar, and pushed through with Barry on his shoulder, outside into the landscape. And what a fucking landscape. Metal wreckage, some of it still on fire, was scattered around the crash site. Hiro didn't see anyone in the immediate vicinity, so he pulled his unconscious cargo put away from the metal to a clearing about thirty feet away. Then, the adrenaline that was fueling his eefforts finally failed him, and he collapsed on his ass.
Muscles twitching, he rested a few moments before pulling out his half crushed cigarettes. Most of them were still good, but he'd gone through half a pack in the bar. Lighting one up, he took a deep inhale and blew teal smoke into the air. Staring at the misty treeline, the wreckage, and his new friend Barry, he couldn't help but chuckle nervously. "Heh...heheheh....me and Barry, in the woods."
He planted the two bottles of liquor on the ground and continued smoking. His goggles were offline, and it took a few minutes of work to get them back in working order. Once he did though, they would be able to radio for help. The hacker flipped through a few commands and triumphantly turned on his communications.
ERROR: DATAVERSE CONNECTION OUT OF RANGE
ERROR: COMMUNICATIONS OUT OF RANGE
ERROR: EPD EMERGENCY COMLINK OUT OF RANGE
"......fuck."
Turning back around to get his drink, he was momentarly overcome with indignation as it arrived in an unconventional method; namely, flying right at his face. The hacker opened his mouth to complain, but by then it was too late. He was jolted out of the barstool, and the screams from the rest of the plane could be heard over the whine of the suddenly silent speakers.
Crashing, rumbling, and all manner of shit falling and flying around the club, Hiro staggered unsteadily towards the exit and hopefully the emergency harnesses. The bartender was cowering under a table trying his best not to vomit/cry/piss himself, and Hiro grabbed him by the collar as he lurched past. "Emergency harnes- urp- harnesses! Where?"
The guy tried to maintain his balance which was rapidly becoming an impossible task. He staggered/crawled back into the club, towards the restrooms, and Hiro followed him. There was a set of emergency seats along the wall, already half unfolded, and Hiro helped the bartender in before strapping in himself.
Then, just as he was beginning to lose consciousness, and because he really did not trust this flimsy plastic seat to save him, he punched in his emergency code on his wrist interface. The last thing he saw before he blacked out from the g-forces was the relief inducing sight of his vector shield blooming into place around himself and the bartender.
-drip-
-drip-
-drip-
The cyber samurai awoke with a gasp, clutching for the blade in his fist that wasn't there. It took him a few moments to realize where he was; the flight, the accident, the fall. Not back in a dirty kitchen about to be cut to ribbons.
The dripping had confused him, until he realized that they were next to the bathrooms. Plumbing was probably fucked from the crash. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the plane's emergency lighting half functioning. There was also the small fact that directly next to him was a wall of crushed metal, debris, and other detritus; a rectangular outline visible in the scree. His shield had saved them from being crushed before it dissipated.
Unbuckling himself, ears ringing, Hiro looked over at the bartender. The man was still out cold but looked relatively unscathed. He was dressed semi-professionally, and had a nametag that read "Barry Sanderson". The guy had been slinging some mean drinks before the crash, and was therefore slightly responsible for most of the ringing in the hacker's head right about now. Plus, there were here to rescue people, right? If there was a scoreboard, Hiro figured he'd be on it first if he exited with the bartender. Plus, y'know, basic human decency.
It had been no small effort to unbuckle the man and fireman's carry him through the wreckage of the plane, especially once the walls started turning into the floor and vice verse. Also because Hiro paused to grab a couple miraculously unbroken bottles of the top shelf stuff. Might be useful for signal fires.
He eventually made it to an emergency pressure door half ajar, and pushed through with Barry on his shoulder, outside into the landscape. And what a fucking landscape. Metal wreckage, some of it still on fire, was scattered around the crash site. Hiro didn't see anyone in the immediate vicinity, so he pulled his unconscious cargo put away from the metal to a clearing about thirty feet away. Then, the adrenaline that was fueling his eefforts finally failed him, and he collapsed on his ass.
Muscles twitching, he rested a few moments before pulling out his half crushed cigarettes. Most of them were still good, but he'd gone through half a pack in the bar. Lighting one up, he took a deep inhale and blew teal smoke into the air. Staring at the misty treeline, the wreckage, and his new friend Barry, he couldn't help but chuckle nervously. "Heh...heheheh....me and Barry, in the woods."
He planted the two bottles of liquor on the ground and continued smoking. His goggles were offline, and it took a few minutes of work to get them back in working order. Once he did though, they would be able to radio for help. The hacker flipped through a few commands and triumphantly turned on his communications.
ERROR: DATAVERSE CONNECTION OUT OF RANGE
ERROR: COMMUNICATIONS OUT OF RANGE
ERROR: EPD EMERGENCY COMLINK OUT OF RANGE
"......fuck."
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