Retreat R3 Chapter one: CRASH!!!!

yeah i said friday, so i lied. Here is where all RP will be done for the first chapter on to the RP...


Tuesday 9:30 The Airship Aidrian Crashs killing most of the people on board and the captain all thats left is you guys... The wreckage is very very bad dead bodies all over the place Junk everywhere and as far as you guys know your out in the middle of no-where There is enough of the airship to make a nice shelter from the storm in the distance apparently the engine malfuntioned...You guys are the only survivors of this horrid accident apparently and with winds starting to kick up making a shelter would be a good idea also looking for stuff amongst the wreckage migt be a good idea too albiet a bit morbid...

[lazy man]

The man looked down on the wreckage as people seemed to crawl out of it. How the hell did they get here? he thought as he went closer. It would be about an hour or two before he got there walking, so he diecided to run before they found out what was wrong with this place the hard way.

[RangerAidan]

L'haran found himself aware of several other presences as he pulled himself from the wreckage, jumping up into the hair and quickly heading up to about 50 feet, to see who he could save. There was another person somewher near, he had obviously been there soon after the crash, but L'haran was not concerned with that at the time. He spotted someone struggling through the wreckage, as he just was, and dove down, landing lightly and lifting off obstucting bards and girders.

[Forever Zero]

Dezil had been thrown free of the ship from the crash, and the only thing that saved him was his enhanced bones and dermal plating. He pushed himself up, and suddenly cringed from a throbbing pain in his head, but after a few seconds his systems reactivated and he felt fine again. He set up his cybernetics to run a self diagnostic, and looked around. The scene was carnage, with dead bodies everywhere. After the diagnostic said everything was okay, he stood up and brushed himself off, mildly surprised at how little damage he had taken. He checked himself over, noticing his balck leather trenchcoat he had worn was been ruined by the crash, so he tossed it off. His white buisness shirt with black tie and plain khaki pants were alright too, and not torn up. Not surprising, since they were a new blend that inlcuded kevlar weave in the deisgn. He stretch and made sure he was in tip top shape once more,and after deciding yes, he headed back towards the wreck to get his things again. He needed new sungalsses and a new trenchcoat, since he didn't want the world to see the metallic Cybereyes he had installed, or to see the odd shapes under his clothes that were his installed Dermal Plating. He ran a hand through his short brown hair and shrugged, wondering if anyone else survived that mess as he approached the wreck.

You all notice the strom appears to get closer although it seems to be oddly enough comming froman unseasonal direction you all se some one running to you from the direction opposing te storm which also is very cloudy and dismal as it starts to rain you also see that it was carriying a shipment of sunglassses to the mall about 30 miles north west even though the north i spretty much abandoned

[lazy man]

He was almost there, just about 20 minutes, it was all he needed. He looked up and saw clouds starting to develop over the crash site. Ooooohh SHIT, not now was all he could think before he even began to contemplate what would happen to the people who survived. He had to help them, he didn't want to see any more greusome deaths of accidental visitors to this plane.

[Forever Zero]

As Dezil get back, he notices the many broken open cases of sunglasses. <Ironic...> He thought, grabbing up a pair he like and putting them on. He then headed back to the wreckage, keeping an eye on the bodies to see if any were alive, but his sensors were all coming back negative. He shook his head at the devestation as he headed inside the wrecked ship and towards were he was sitting to retrieve his luggage. As he climbed literally up inside the ship because of the angle it had crashed at, he finally made his way to his seats, near the back row. The ship wavered oddly as he was shifting it's unstable weight, so he made sure to hurry. He rooted around and found his luggage bag had gotten stuck on the legs of the dead passenger in front of his seat. He calmly dislodged the case from the legs, and quickly made his way down and out of the ships. He went a short distance away, then opened his bag and rooted around inside, making sure his stuff was still there.

[I]Lazyman only[/I] a man drives up to you in a peice o crap car[think pinto] (yup hes a local boy) and asks you if you need a lift the man looks trusty enough although his hair cut is a bit unusual (Gray Dreadlocks??? What the Fug???)
Rest: the ships snaps or whatever is left of it however you can clearly see there was lots of fasion cargo and some sort of safe along with other questionable items including a motorcycle...there is enough plane for a nice shelter but lets just say that there is not to much thats salvagable save the right engine..

[Epiphany]

What the.... I don't believe it. All the flowers... everything reeks of death. She said to herself as she sat on the flower petal of a flower. Humans and their flying devices, it's just too pittiful. Well, I might as well see if there's anything of use to me. She flew off of her petal and towards the reckage only to find that there were some servivors.

All of you can clearly see this is no ordinary storm there is something very wrong about it it as the intensity starts to grow in the distance you guys can see that the lightning is starting to fire up big and a little far in the southern horizon you can see distinct rotation of the clouds but it is so far off and the pattern of the storm shows it will more than likely go the opposite way of where you guys are at as the wind blows mightily from the west you see parts of the plane start to get blown around with some of the wreckage and luggage