Urban
14-09-2000, 07:29
Mac sipped his Ginger Beer in the mid-afternoon sun and relaxed in his deckchair, watching the streaming trails of vapour and smoke overhead as another dogfight erupted over the British runway.
Richtofen's dulect tones issued from the Command Hut, almost drowning the sounds of battle, bellowing something about 'more practice needed'.
Vialli scribbled in chalk on the side of the Control Tower, desperately trying to find a 4-4-2 or 3-4-3 combination that would get him back his old job back.
Mebe had screamed past on his bike, tried to turn round when he reached the Runway threshhold, fell off, and was now crying over his scratch fairing.
Luke was on the phone trying to find a backer for his new invention, the Polystyrene Strap, without much sucess. He could have used Mut's help, but he was too busy 'marketting' his Spitfire, or 'drawing-pretty-pictures-on-the-nose' as everyonelse called it.
Nightrider was noisily puking up somewhere behind Hanger Two after a hard night drinking AfterBurner and TK421 had wandered off to the grazing field behind Hanger One some 9 months previous and had not been seen since.
Muf appeared from the crew hut, let out a big yawn and announced she was still tired but needed the toilet. Forty-five minutes later she re-appeared, pulled up a deck chair and sat down next to Mac.
"Some things never change..." said Mac, easily cofusing Muf who's higher brain functions hadn't woken up yet.
"Heard the news, Maccy-Popples?" she said, with her typical knack of ignoring comments she didn't understand.
"What's that then?" replied Mac.
"Urban's flying again."
"Flying? Is that what you call it?" laughed Mac.
"Yep. He's out there showing our new guy, RoughNeck, how to avoid a Swoop and Boom...look" said Muf, pointing the Spitfire approaching the Runway.
They watched as RoughNeck came barrelling down from three thousand feet. Urban waited until the last minute and then pulled up sharply, flaps out and brakes on, turning high left as he did so. RoughNeck tried to follow but his speed was too high and he smashed into the ground at nearly 650mph. Urban got half way through the loop, stalled, and dropped to the ground, exploding.
"Hmm," mused Muf, "He never could use F4 properly...kept forgetting where he was."
"Yep." sighed Mac, "Some things never change".
:E
[GODZ]Urban
Richtofen's dulect tones issued from the Command Hut, almost drowning the sounds of battle, bellowing something about 'more practice needed'.
Vialli scribbled in chalk on the side of the Control Tower, desperately trying to find a 4-4-2 or 3-4-3 combination that would get him back his old job back.
Mebe had screamed past on his bike, tried to turn round when he reached the Runway threshhold, fell off, and was now crying over his scratch fairing.
Luke was on the phone trying to find a backer for his new invention, the Polystyrene Strap, without much sucess. He could have used Mut's help, but he was too busy 'marketting' his Spitfire, or 'drawing-pretty-pictures-on-the-nose' as everyonelse called it.
Nightrider was noisily puking up somewhere behind Hanger Two after a hard night drinking AfterBurner and TK421 had wandered off to the grazing field behind Hanger One some 9 months previous and had not been seen since.
Muf appeared from the crew hut, let out a big yawn and announced she was still tired but needed the toilet. Forty-five minutes later she re-appeared, pulled up a deck chair and sat down next to Mac.
"Some things never change..." said Mac, easily cofusing Muf who's higher brain functions hadn't woken up yet.
"Heard the news, Maccy-Popples?" she said, with her typical knack of ignoring comments she didn't understand.
"What's that then?" replied Mac.
"Urban's flying again."
"Flying? Is that what you call it?" laughed Mac.
"Yep. He's out there showing our new guy, RoughNeck, how to avoid a Swoop and Boom...look" said Muf, pointing the Spitfire approaching the Runway.
They watched as RoughNeck came barrelling down from three thousand feet. Urban waited until the last minute and then pulled up sharply, flaps out and brakes on, turning high left as he did so. RoughNeck tried to follow but his speed was too high and he smashed into the ground at nearly 650mph. Urban got half way through the loop, stalled, and dropped to the ground, exploding.
"Hmm," mused Muf, "He never could use F4 properly...kept forgetting where he was."
"Yep." sighed Mac, "Some things never change".
:E
[GODZ]Urban