(OOC: Social tensions, internal conflicts, C’mon dude. ) -Although Flygarra feels low on breath, Sa’Qhala was lucky enough to get him out of Agrakai’s headlock. She inew he was poisioned and she had to help hm.-
-Agrakai struggles back up from the stinging pain from venom in his eyes and growls-
Agrakai: “Im getting back to saftey, consider this a draw, Flygon!” -he shouts hastily, and struggles and atudders back into the Iron house-
-Flygarra hisses in pain, but Sa’Qhala cares for his poisioned status, but is first rushed back to hIs jet-
-There Owlina follows them hastily, and Flygarra is sat in a back cockpit wth Sa’Qhala to be cared for, Owlina takes main pilot seat-
-The Aggrons decide to let them go, as the whine of the X-Quaza’s thrust gets up for the large fighter jet to taxi down the runway, as they give that as a form of “respect” but still have bide from the cut short battle between Agrakai and Flygarra-
-The X-Quaza takes off without a hitch, racing back to the desert to get Flygarra to safety-
-after an hour or so of hyper-sonic flight, they arrive back at the desert, and I feel deathly ill, but I keep smiling for my lovable wife Sa’Qhala, as she treats me with love and care, doing her best to relive me of my poisioned status, telling me she is a master of all known venoms and all their cures too. At least it wasn't anything near Chiannide as she tells me... just your typical low-medium-level venom.-
-The X-Quaza lands at a local Private Flygon Airport, where once the jet finished it’s taxing to a stop and a park, I was hastily rushed off as my immune system was beginning to fight it back, luckily, there was a potion-shop inside the airport terminal, and it’s owner knows Sa’Qhala well as she tells me...-
-She slithers with haste and bursts through the door to the shop, startling the clerk-
“Mahla! Marhabaan, 'ant hunak muazaf hukumy! Zawjiun qad tusamim min qibal qatal khabith!“ (Translation: Hey! Hello, you there public servant! My husband has been poisoned by an malevolent assassin!)
-Sa’Qhala cries out in the desert tongue, the Clerk hissed in surprise, knowing his career is going to hit a high-point. He nods and quickly gets the nearest anti-venin that matches my poisioned status and tosses it over to the Snake Queen. She cheers in glee and she quickly prepares a shot with the cure with the help of a local medical team that rushed in just in time...-
“Th-thank... hhnng-... you...” -I’d struggle out to say, groaning in pain, the poision making this the longest day in my life...-
IC: *Ppyrr sees this and rushes to the edge of the fray, his sister following behind. He waits to see what Piratox does.*
-Pihana shouted down to them- “HEY, WHDDYA TWO DOING?!? WE GOTTA CIVIL WAR TO CONTINUE, BONEHEADS!!!”
Turtle territory outskirts, 2 km altitude
Jäger first class Alexander Schmidt gazed out of the window of his TF-7 "Weltmeister", at the large flying structure that dwarfed his huge cargo plane. He, like the other 149 Aquillan paratroopers that sat inside the cargo plane, were extremely excited. It was their first combat operation, their baptism of fire. They had drilled this type of operation for several months, although never in this scale. Then, the company commander rose to his feet, and signalled his men
"Rise!" said the Eagle, and so the soldiers did. "Equipment check!" The cargo hold was filled the sound of sippers and buckles, as the young men checked that they weren't lacking supplies. The side door opened, letting in cold air, and one by one, the light infantry jumped. This procedure being finished, the back door opened, and three tanks with their crew dropped out, a bouquet of parachutes holding them from a catastrophic fall.
As the paratroopers flew down, missiles and tendrils of fire laced out of the Boreas, hitting Piranha troops and vehicles. The shark-shaped forms of Sturmvogel fighters plunged down upon on any air elements in the battlefield, filling any enemy contact they came across with holes.
-Pihana shouted down to them- “HEY, WHDDYA TWO DOING?!? WE GOTTA CIVIL WAR TO CONTINUE, BONEHEADS!!!”
Turtle territory outskirts, 2 km altitude
Jäger first class Alexander Schmidt gazed out of the window of his TF-7 "Weltmeister", at the large flying structure that dwarfed his huge cargo plane. He, like the other 149 Aquillan paratroopers that sat inside the cargo plane, were extremely excited. It was their first combat operation, their baptism of fire. They had drilled this type of operation for several months, although never in this scale. Then, the company commander rose to his feet, and signalled his men
"Rise!" said the Eagle, and so the soldiers did. "Equipment check!" The cargo hold was filled the sound of sippers and buckles, as the young men checked that they weren't lacking supplies. The side door opened, letting in cold air, and one by one, the light infantry jumped. This procedure being finished, the back door opened, and three tanks with their crew dropped out, a bouquet of parachutes holding them from a catastrophic fall.
As the paratroopers flew down, missiles and tendrils of fire laced out of the Boreas, hitting Piranha troops and vehicles. The shark-shaped forms of Sturmvogel fighters plunged down upon on any air elements in the battlefield, filling any enemy contact they came across with holes.
IC: *Ppyrr hears and then sees this new threat. He runs back toward the main body of the army from Piratox' duel.* "Troops! Focus all anti air on the vehicles and shoot the paratroopers with your chi-rifles!" *He demonstrates by shooting down 3 paratroopers and then jumping in a piranha vehicle and blasting at one of the tanks. The troops follow his example.*
-Pihana shouted down to them- “HEY, WHDDYA TWO DOING?!? WE GOTTA CIVIL WAR TO CONTINUE, BONEHEADS!!!”
Turtle territory outskirts, 2 km altitude
Jäger first class Alexander Schmidt gazed out of the window of his TF-7 "Weltmeister", at the large flying structure that dwarfed his huge cargo plane. He, like the other 149 Aquillan paratroopers that sat inside the cargo plane, were extremely excited. It was their first combat operation, their baptism of fire. They had drilled this type of operation for several months, although never in this scale. Then, the company commander rose to his feet, and signalled his men
"Rise!" said the Eagle, and so the soldiers did. "Equipment check!" The cargo hold was filled the sound of sippers and buckles, as the young men checked that they weren't lacking supplies. The side door opened, letting in cold air, and one by one, the light infantry jumped. This procedure being finished, the back door opened, and three tanks with their crew dropped out, a bouquet of parachutes holding them from a catastrophic fall.
As the paratroopers flew down, missiles and tendrils of fire laced out of the Boreas, hitting Piranha troops and vehicles. The shark-shaped forms of Sturmvogel fighters plunged down upon on any air elements in the battlefield, filling any enemy contact they came across with holes.
Piranha-Copters higher in the sky engage the Eagle jets, while the piranha-copters closer to the ground fall victim to the Turtles' turrets.
Jäger first class Alexander Schmidt gazed out of the window of his TF-7 "Weltmeister", at the large flying structure that dwarfed his huge cargo plane. He, like the other 149 Aquillan paratroopers that sat inside the cargo plane, were extremely excited. It was their first combat operation, their baptism of fire. They had drilled this type of operation for several months, although never in this scale. Then, the company commander rose to his feet, and signalled his men
"Rise!" said the Eagle, and so the soldiers did. "Equipment check!" The cargo hold was filled the sound of sippers and buckles, as the young men checked that they weren't lacking supplies. The side door opened, letting in cold air, and one by one, the light infantry jumped. This procedure being finished, the back door opened, and three tanks with their crew dropped out, a bouquet of parachutes holding them from a catastrophic fall.
As the paratroopers flew down, missiles and tendrils of fire laced out of the Boreas, hitting Piranha troops and vehicles. The shark-shaped forms of Sturmvogel fighters plunged down upon on any air elements in the battlefield, filling any enemy contact they came across with holes.
IC: *Ppyrr hears and then sees this new threat. He runs back toward the main body of the army from Piratox' duel.* "Troops! Focus all anti air on the vehicles and shoot the paratroopers with your chi-rifles!" *He demonstrates by shooting down 3 paratroopers and then jumping in a piranha vehicle and blasting at one of the tanks. The troops follow his example.*
-Pihana gains most of the kills with her ruthless sharpshooting, giggling with each and every falling body crashing into the ground-
Jäger first class Alexander Schmidt gazed out of the window of his TF-7 "Weltmeister", at the large flying structure that dwarfed his huge cargo plane. He, like the other 149 Aquillan paratroopers that sat inside the cargo plane, were extremely excited. It was their first combat operation, their baptism of fire. They had drilled this type of operation for several months, although never in this scale. Then, the company commander rose to his feet, and signalled his men
"Rise!" said the Eagle, and so the soldiers did. "Equipment check!" The cargo hold was filled the sound of sippers and buckles, as the young men checked that they weren't lacking supplies. The side door opened, letting in cold air, and one by one, the light infantry jumped. This procedure being finished, the back door opened, and three tanks with their crew dropped out, a bouquet of parachutes holding them from a catastrophic fall.
As the paratroopers flew down, missiles and tendrils of fire laced out of the Boreas, hitting Piranha troops and vehicles. The shark-shaped forms of Sturmvogel fighters plunged down upon on any air elements in the battlefield, filling any enemy contact they came across with holes.
Piranha-Copters higher in the sky engage the Eagle jets, while the piranha-copters closer to the ground fall victim to the Turtles' turrets.
(OOC: -When you get Helicopters that high in the sky they dont function very well- )
Piranha-Copters higher in the sky engage the Eagle jets, while the piranha-copters closer to the ground fall victim to the Turtles' turrets.
(OOC: -When you get Helicopters that high in the sky they dont function very well- )
(OOC: Actually, The J, THERE are three answers to this. The maximum altitude which can be reached during forward flight typically depends more on the ability of the engine to breathe the thinner air than the rotor's ability to provide lift. Turbine-engined helicopters can reach around 25,000 feet. But the maximum height at which a helicopter can hover is much lower - a high performance helicopter like the Agusta A109E can hover at 10,400 feet. However, if the helicopter remains in 'ground effect' - ie, if it is hovering close to high ground - its maximum hover altitude will be higher. The Agusta can hover in ground effect - 'HIGE' in helicopter jargon - at 13,800 feet. This is useful for mountain rescue missions. So basically, your helicopters can go 4.375 miles high up in the air in reality, if they are the mentioned as above. And the Boreas is in that range since it’s 2 miles up in altitide, higher than the Flygon citadel by .5 of a mile. The metric system is hard to use, im an american. )
-after an hour or so of hyper-sonic flight, they arrive back at the desert, and I feel deathly ill, but I keep smiling for my lovable wife Sa’Qhala, as she treats me with love and care, doing her best to relive me of my poisioned status, telling me she is a master of all known venoms and all their cures too. At least it wasn't anything near Chiannide as she tells me... just your typical low-medium-level venom.-
-The X-Quaza lands at a local Private Flygon Airport, where once the jet finished it’s taxing to a stop and a park, I was hastily rushed off as my immune system was beginning to fight it back, luckily, there was a potion-shop inside the airport terminal, and it’s owner knows Sa’Qhala well as she tells me...-
-She slithers with haste and bursts through the door to the shop, startling the clerk-
“Mahla! Marhabaan, 'ant hunak muazaf hukumy! Zawjiun qad tusamim min qibal qatal khabith!“ (Translation: Hey! Hello, you there public servant! My husband has been poisoned by an malevolent assassin!)
-Sa’Qhala cries out in the desert tongue, the Clerk hissed in surprise, knowing his career is going to hit a high-point. He nods and quickly gets the nearest anti-venin that matches my poisioned status and tosses it over to the Snake Queen. She cheers in glee and she quickly prepares a shot with the cure with the help of a local medical team that rushed in just in time...-
“Th-thank... hhnng-... you...” -I’d struggle out to say, groaning in pain, the poision making this the longest day in my life...-
-after a few long hours of treatment, i was soon cleared of my poisioned status, and I grin with satisfaction that my desert Empire would last, thanking and honoring the brave paramedics and anti-venin curators, buth most of all, a loving kiss to my serpent wife-
-We all couldn't be more relived...-
“Shukraan lakum jamieaan , rijal alkhidmat aleamat alshujean ... laqad saeadat fi 'iinqadh hayatiin wa'iimbiraturiat alshra'!” -i gladly say, shaking all their hands and they bow back to me-
(Translation: “Thank you all, brave public service men... you helped save my life and the desert empire!”)
-They all cheered and enjoyed their praise from the Desert Storm Lord that I am...-
Sa’Qhala: “I cant belive those Aggrons tried to kill you in cold blood as you fought their president. At least due to my experience as being an expert Alchemist and Poision specialist. I saved your life... im happy your alive, I wouldn’t have a love as great as you.” -she cooed, hugging me, her serpent body coili lovingly around my legs-
“They will feel revenge as powerful as Rayquaza, my dear. They shall pay for their petty and cowardly attempt. If they dare attack us, Those Aggron easterners need someone to tell the man who walks around with the biggest stick in the world of Chima, and that stick can`t bring down Rayquaza`s house. Whoever tries to climb over our fence, we will try to climb over his/her house. We will crush them, and make them wade in their own fallen bodies’ blood. I can assure you my dear...” -i said, holding her close to me, looking adamant about it-
“...I just didnt belive in Agrakai’s lies.” -i chuckle, escorting Sa’Qhala back to my jet-
“And I feel Civil war in Chima is beginning once again, we fought off those dragons Well, but that was centuries ago, but we desert tribes were weakened to be pushed and pulled around by other tribes. Now, today, with Revolutions of things that helped us back in the close past, we can achive further in the future. Politics, Science, Medicine, War, you name it... and it all starts with a spark...” -i gestured to the general direction of the Piranha swamps and turtle lands, the snake queen nods...-
-Just then, Comedically, Owlina, holding Otto (batonmaster500) by his wings, screeching-
Owlina: “Heeelllooooo, you said you would love us both equally!” -she said with some angst, and i Chuckle-
“Whatever floats your boat, however, lets not let you point at that particular windmill...” -I grin, walking over to her to comfort her-
“You two know the main reason why you two are my Queens; havent you forgotten about our unifying benefactor?” -I gesture to the X-Quaza, grinning-
Sa’Qhala: “U-um... y-yes? But, how do you consider a jet a wedding ring?!”
-I chuckle and grin-
“A wedding ring wont do harm to anybody, much less put a proactive domination on the skies, a love to Rayquaza is you will...”
Owlina: “So you married yourself to three things, Me, Sa’Qhala and-“
”Religion, my dear, Religion...” -I interrupted her, chuckling...-
Sa’Qhala: “All other tribes have their own opinions on religion as a subject, now your making it controversial! Is there something your hiding from us that is related to you sentiment?” -she hastily hissed out, me giving out a sly grin...-
“Thank those slow turtles and tortoises, their dim-minds gave me the final component to create a holy weapon we can use to wage war and end it in a single stroke... Quickly now, i cant wait! We heed back over to the Flygon HQ of the central desert, and we rejoice for such an aforementioned weapon of war...”
-I quickly rush Owlina, Sa’Qhala, and Otto back in the cockpits of the Hyper-sonic jet, and i quickly rush out of the airport, making more ethical questions, than ethical answers...-