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xavier_institute_logs2015-10-10 09:10 pm
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SINISTER FINALE
WHO: Those who signed up for the punching dinosaurs Savage Lands mission
WHAT: Time to get a cure
WHERE: Savage Land Nature Preserve
WHEN: October 10th
WARNING(S): Violence, language, etc
The Blackbird was getting quite a bit of use, lately. It left the Institute early, before the sun was properly up—from there, it was a straight line from New York to Antarctica, with no stops between. The paperwork had been cleared, official permission granted for the team to enter an international wildlife reserve. There would be no scandalous headlines of border-crossing house parties this time, thank you very much.
The glasslike surface of the Antarctic Ocean stretched away endlessly beneath the plane, disappearing into a fog-clouded horizon.
They weren’t there quite yet.
But they would be soon.
WHAT: Time to get a cure
WHERE: Savage Land Nature Preserve
WHEN: October 10th
WARNING(S): Violence, language, etc
The Blackbird was getting quite a bit of use, lately. It left the Institute early, before the sun was properly up—from there, it was a straight line from New York to Antarctica, with no stops between. The paperwork had been cleared, official permission granted for the team to enter an international wildlife reserve. There would be no scandalous headlines of border-crossing house parties this time, thank you very much.
The glasslike surface of the Antarctic Ocean stretched away endlessly beneath the plane, disappearing into a fog-clouded horizon.
They weren’t there quite yet.
But they would be soon.
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Joss was behind the wing, so some bullets zinged uncomfortably close.
"Checking!" Joss whipped on her multi-spectrum goggles. If there were any major damage to the engine it would be obvious to everyone, but she intended to use the infer-red/radio spectrum, to get an ok, if imperfect, look into it."
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The Blackbird fired back--but only chaff, a self-defense gesture to foil missiles. But the dark shape of shoreline was visible on the horizon, seemingly making the jets hasty in their actions.
Zancrow's fire drove the following jets out of range of their guns, but not away; instead of bullets, they fired missiles. One each.]
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"Engine's damaged! and..."
Joss saw it out the window.
"Missiles inbound!"
Joss knew a few things about missile guidance systems, as they been adopted to civilian use in her father's robotics lab, and could have used her goggles to check whether they were using a RADAR guidance system or an inferred system or something else entirely.
But she didn't have enough seconds for that!
"Zancrow! shoot a fireball away from us!" Joss didn't actually know if Zancrow could make a fireball hot enough to serve as a flair, or even if a flair would work, but action had to be taken just in case.
Joss shouted to the cockpit in case Storm didn't have one of her communicators.
"Miss Monroe! Charge the chaff with lightening to fool RADAR!" For all Joss knew Storm had already done that.
Joss looked at a missile with her goggles. If the missiles weren't stopped, and if by some miracle they were still in the air, Joss was sure she would have the information to make one last desperate action for life.
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She couldn't see what the others were doing, gaze fixed on the tiny patch of window.]
Had to do some research for this one.
Joss really hoped Storm would make a lighting surge, but the chaff gave her a few extra seconds for one final gamble in case Storm didn't come through.
The chaff confirmed that the missiles used RADAR (as the point of Chaff is to fool RADAR based guidance).
Joss used her goggles to try to detect the frequency(S) of the missiles, and set all her communicators at the same radio frequency as the guidance systems, attempting to adjust as needed.
She then had Tornado open it's self and tilt at an angle to deflect the RADAR signal back at the missile. She put the communicators' signal up to full power, spoke into them and hoped...HOPED...that it would all be enough to jam the missile's RADAR.
One way or another, it would be Joss' last, gamble against the missile.
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First, lightning arced from the tips of the Blackbird's wings to the chaff trailing behind in its wake. Not much; only what energy could be coaxed out of the atmosphere closest to the plane. The chaff lit up, drawing both missiles off course—but wasn't enough to detonate them. Both passed through the chaff cloud undamaged, but lost speed.
With Zancrow leaning out of the side, it couldn't maneuver very dramatically without injuring him. But the reserve was getting closer, and the pursuing jets were running out of water. With Zancrow throwing fire at them, they couldn't get closer—and one of the fireballs slammed into a missile, detonating it in empty air.
Joss' radar scrambling kept the last missile circling back on itself before streaking down into the ocean. The third jet returned, and the trio of planes fell into a tight formation again. The jets’ engine roared, sending them streaking overhead out of Zancrow’s reach—and then away into the cloudbank, leaving behind questions and exhaust.
They had escaped—but the damaged engine wouldn't make the crossing back without repair. The only way was forwards, over the frozen mountains and into the verdant green of the Savage Land.]