Log:Planewrecked

2020/10/07 	 Victory Grant Baker Abigail

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Last time on Agents of Starguard...

Wayne Lockwood brought it to the attention of some members of Starguard that Artemis hadn't returned after suddenly vanishing at the call of one of her 'Faithful'. She couldn't say where she was going, but it had been a few days.

After tracking down where her smartphone last pinged, the group had a lead near the Orcadas Station in Antartica. They loaded up on a shuttle, and flew out to investigate, with Anthem following behind.

Shortly after arriving at the continent, weather conditions reduced visibility and the shuttle was hit with a ground-to-air missile, while Anthem had lost track of the shuttle in the snowy hazy.

Now...

Grant tries to maneuver the ship to avoid the second missile, but the first hit damaged the engines. There's a high pitched whistle as the second missile hits and breaches the hull. The sudden air pressure change rapidly sucks out anything not strapped down. Grant warns they're going down, having to yell over the sudden shuttle warning alerts.

Victory does what he can to try to help Grant at least bring the craft down in a semi-controlled way.

Chaos! Pandemonium! This is how it works when missiles strike aircraft. Abigail holds onto her straps and has one hand raised to ward shrapnel away from her face. She doesn't bother saying anything... she doesn't want to distract the crew at a time like this. But she -does- look over to Victory.

Her golden glowing eyes are steady and she gives him a nod. She knows the score, and she hopes that she's durable enough to survive the crash so that she can help the others afterwards. Her face is grim, her shielding hand coming down so that both hands grip her harness tightly.

Victory does his best to grab the yoke and try to get the nose up...so they don't manage to go headlong into the ground. "Brace for impact!" He keeps pulling on the controls...and wishing that the shuttle had more defensive measures. Or weapons for htat matter.

Surging forward, Abigail reaches to help. She trusts Victory's skill and judgement. She has a bit of energized muscle that can help. So she reaches to help him with the control stick. "I can provide some lift to counteract downward velocity." she offers. "I can't carry the whole ship. But maybe I can slow down the drop so we -land- rather than crashing into the ice." she suggests as she moves to try to do just that.

Victory nods. "Give it a try...it can't hurt, right?"

With skill and grace under pressure, the shuttle's nose does finally pull up enough after some fight. As Abigail braces against the ship and tries lifting it from the inside, she manages to carry the ship entirely, but only long enough to set it down safely along the snowy flats away from the coastline they were following. Just in time, too, as electrical dies and the interior lights go out on the shuttle.

Victory is thankfully still strapped in when they touch down. As soon as he has his wits about him, he says, "The odds are good that there will be a search party from whomever shot us down."

It's not an easy task. Abby strains her muscles to nearly the breaking point. Her skin glowing golden and her eyes seeping energy. Talk about seeping, her voice comes out in a ragged scream that is used like something akin to a kiai... yelling through the effort. And when the ship strikes the snow and ice, she slams into the floor, and then forward into the cockpit windshield before flopping to the floor to ride out the ... landing. When finally, things stop and settle.. her voice mutters, "Any one you can walk away from..."

Victory smiles to Abigail. "Nice job, by the way. Thank you." He unbuckles himself and gets out of the co-pilot's chair. "Are you okay?"

Grant nods and gives a thumbs up, though he's a bit rattled.

Reaching a hand up, Abigail levers herself upwards. "We really should get out of the ship. Any survival gear aboard? Coats? Flares? Anything we can use to make fire or something?" she asks as she shakes her head to clear it.

Victory nods. "There should be some survival gear, yeah. Rear compartment in the shuttle. Not entirely sure what's there. How far is it back to where the missiles were launched from?"

Victory starts to help look through the survival gear. "I think the missile site is about 2.5 klicks out from here. Though the odds are good they're use a vehicle to check on out crash. A hover vehicle, maybe? A chopper?" He mutters a bit. "With wind chill, we might have some issues. Could get down to 90 below, Fahrenheit."

Moving about in the back of the craft, Abigail collects first aid supplies, water, and other survival gear. Plus those flares. Anything that might be useful for that matter. If she can find a rucksack, bacpkack, or something that can be worn against the skin to store the stuff in, she will definitely do just that... putting it on after stuffing it full. If only o use her body's warmth to keep stuff from freezing.

"I can handle the cold myself. If you want me to lie in wait and ambush anyone comin gi9n a vehicle so that we can use that to get the others out of here, I'm good with that plan." adds Abigail as she finishes stocking up.

Victory thinks about it. "Are you strong enough to lift the vehicle? I'm guessing not. At least not for long, otherwise, we'd still be in the air, right?" He nods, "Yeah, go ahead and keep watch outside while we deal with taking stock of stuff in here."

Grant shivers at the thought. "I'd freeze to death out there." It's a lie to hide that he has powers. "I can stay here and see if the shuttle's salvageable. Or at least get comms fixed to set up a beacon for a rescue."

"I could probably roll it, but not really pick the thing up." offers Abigail with a shrug. But then she nods and sets down the pack. "I'll be outside then." she says... slipping out as quickly as she can if only to avoid letting as much warmth out as she can.

Baker unstraps himself after recovering from the crash. "I can create a protective telekinetic bubble to protect us from the elements. But you'd have to stay close."

Victory nods. "That's something, at least." He packs up a bag much like Abigail did, making sure to grab what he can. "You going to be able to maintain that as we walk to the missile site? That's probably the closest shelter. But it'll also involve a fight."

Baker gives a nods. "I can keep it up as long as I'm up."

Baker adds, "I wouldn't be able to keep it up long in a fight, though."

Victory nods. "We can hunker down by the mountains over there. We might be able to find caves. I'm inclined to try to get into whatever station there is, though. Maybe we can approach it stealthily enough?"

Victory packs up some emergency blankets, flint and steel, a first aid kit, and some water purification tablets. "Besides, it's only a couple kilometers away. It'd be nice to not drag this out." He chuckles. "I wish I had thought to bring warmer clothing. The Commander was down here when it was 60 degrees in Arena Valley.

Victory says, "Or at least something like...in the 30s and 40s. Something like that."

Grant helps carry what he can. "A bit of exercise will help us keep warm!" he tries to be positive. Baker steps outside and raises his hands to form a translucent telekinetic barrier to block the wind. Within, the temperature is survivable.

Victory nods. "Okay...let's head toward the missile site, but not directly. We'll come in from the south. It'll cost us an extra half a kilometer, but it'll be safer." He contacts Abigail via Comms so she can connect up with them and provide cover.

To be continued in Log:Tracking in the Wastes.