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| Flight AT-77 lost in Marcentro Sea | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 8 2015, 11:26 AM (96 Views) | |
| Anglea | Mar 8 2015, 11:26 AM Post #1 |
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CASTRATENE INTL. AIRPORT, 7.35PM Doug Stamper, long serving pilot of Austianese Transportluft Airlines Inc., drank a warm espresso from one of the airport's many sleek cafes. The airport was quiet, the busy Christmas holidays were far behind and business had slowed down. He was due to fly out to Demetriople at 8.30, a route he had flown thousands of times, Castratene-Demetriople was one of the busiest commercial air traffic routes in the world. Stamper, with over 15,000 hours of flight experience, had become an airport regular - he had spent many hours waiting at the same cafe, drinking the same coffee. However, this particular evening would be his very last at the airport. Stamper was quite an extraordinary man, and was well respected by his colleagues. He had overcome alcoholism and depression to become one of the company's most successful pilots. "Hey... hey." Stamper answered his phone, his wife often called before he departed, "How are you, what's going...." Stamper was interrupted. His wife, enraged, hurled abuse across the line. A tirade which lasted nearly a minute, ended abruptly with the hanging up of the phone on the other end. Stamper, shocked, dropped his hot coffee on his lap. In an instant, he stumbled into the vacant bathroom and slammed upon a cubicle door, locking himself inside - distraught and on the verge of crying. A marriage of 25 years had ended. FLIGHT AT-77, GATE 1, 8.25 Sullen, Captain Stamper sat in his seat of the Boeing 737. The coffee stains on his pants, no matter how frantically he scrubbed with a paper towel, wouldn't go away. "Doug, are you ok?" First Officer Anita Louvi asked, concerned with the odd behaviour of her good friend of 3 years and colleague. Stamper, slowly and unenthusiastically finalising start up checks, had his mind drifting. After Anita repeated her question, Doug awoke and responded. "Fine, fine." Doug hesitated, "I think that's it." The 737 taxied out onto Runway 1 for immediate departure to Demetriople. The flight would take just under 2 hours. However, there were bad weather conditions - storms rolling in from the Marcentro Sea and expected to barrage the Southern Austianese coast by late evening. Within 30 minutes the plane was at high altitude and travelling towards it's destination. "Doug, we have a large system ahead. We may need to request an aerial detour to avoid heavy turbulence." The First Officer said, examining the radar. A nod from the Captain was all she needed, and she quickly contacted Austianese Southern Flight Control requesting to reroute. Permission was granted and the plane turned south to avoid the system - headed towards Izalith and out into the Marcentro Sea. Stamper was silent, his mind however was anything but. He thought about his wife, his kids, his home - and how in an instant it was all gone. Then he thought about his affair, and he couldn't fathom as to how his wife found out. His mind raced and he became increasingly stressed. Doug's mental instability, which had thwarted his early life, had crept back into his mind once more. He clutched onto the controls tighter, his fist becoming white. Veins in his forehead becoming more apparent. No longer was he sad, but angry. Hateful. He conjured up such a huge level of anger and tension in under 15 minutes, he concluded that he could not continue going in. It wasn't worth it any more. Doug switched off the aircraft's transponder. "Uhm, Captain?" Anita asked, confused. "We've rerouted, the plane's transponder's faulty and will, uhm, mess with the other instruments if left on." Doug lied. Anita frowned, but having not read the maintenance manual thoroughly, trusted her senior's advice. Another 30 minutes elapsed, and the plane was encountering more problems. "Shit, Captain, more systems." Anita cursed, analysing the radar once more, "We've already deviated too far south, out to sea. There's almost no dodging it..." Doug, enraged with his own thoughts, turned to Anita. Switching off the radio, the Captain hit the First Officer hard on her temple with his fist. She let out a slight scream, dazed and almost half unconscious - she instinctively put out her hands and fell back onto the other side of the cabin. Doug jumped over with a level of sadistic animosity, and continued to beat the battered and now unconscious First Officer. He enjoyed every minute of it, blinded by his spite. He couldn't even mentally recall who the First Officer was, despite their long friendship. He jumped back into his seat, unlocked the controls, increased throttle and put the nose down firmly. The plane dived into the Marcentro Sea. All aboard died. |
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| Anglea | Mar 8 2015, 11:39 AM Post #2 |
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THE FEDERATED KINGDOM OF ANGLEA AND CAMBRIA | KING JOSEPH J. POWELL | POPULATION: 69M | CAPITAL: THE CITY OF CASTRATENE
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| Sviardia-Nordrvegria | Mar 8 2015, 07:18 PM Post #3 |
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![]() His Royal Majesty, King Oscar III 'Deus et Dies' By the Grace of God, King of Sviardia and Nordrvegria, King of the Goths, the Geats and the Wends | |
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| Lyskal | Mar 13 2015, 12:16 AM Post #4 |
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Several internet and independent press sources have indicated that Princess Mio has provided funding for a deep sea research lab and for the IIL to dispatch vessels into the Marcentro sea in an attempt to find the AT-77. The media have not yet been able to reach the princess for comment. The expedition, dubbed by the head of Sea Floor Exploration Inc, Damsen Felder as "Operation Lifeboat" has yet to find anything. When questioned as to the curious naming, Felder reluctantly admitted that Princess Mio was the only one optimistic at the beginning of the expedition that their would be survivors. The Office of External Affairs has stated that it has not intervened officially as no Izalithians were on board, the plan was not in Imperial territory and that they were concerned that Austiana would take the offer of aid as provocation. They did however greenlight Princess Mio's philanthropy. |
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