Board Thread:Archive/@comment-24866242-20140517074003/@comment-24866242-20140517074115

Subj: Incoming...

Date: 96-04-24 13:08:31 EDT

From: Katrylle



::as she piloted the fully formed air vehicle form of her LAM over the rolling green hills near Jugger's home, she couldn't help but smile at the fond memories the scenery brought fourth. Spotting the several head of cattle and the hands herding them, she gained altitude, not wishing to cause a stampede, waggling her wings in response to the hands' waves of gratitude::

::After she had past a safe enough distance, she returned to tree-skimming, a skill she had mastered on Rednaug when she ran with Black Jack and his band. Chuckling softly, she dropped to a bare 5 feet above the ground as the tree-line ended, her desire for mischief suddenly overcoming her.::

::Roaring over the last low hill bordering the entrance to Jugger's new home, she began preparing for a skid landing, intent on plowing his field for him. As she flicked the com-link, she chucked:: Heyas, Jugger...need a plow......aaaahhh shi...... ::suddenly, looming before her was the most hideous creation she had ever seen before. She was too low for a panic turn and too close for an emergency climb. In an instant, she knew her only recourse was to remove the obstical. Her finger tightened on the trigger, her instinct taking over as the light laser mounted to her wing came to life, turning the obscenity to art into nothing but plastic dust. Realizing her com was still opened, she chuckled again...:: Sorry, Jugger.....but it was a quick and painless death....and one well deserved. One small step for the art world, one giant step for your reputation....Comin in, luvie....git me a whiskey, will ya??"

::Deciding a fly by would probably be a better move at this point, she chuckles once again, noting the destruction of mechs if she had accomplished her flamboyant entrance. Shaking her head, she hit the transform switch to half, ignited the thrusters and landed quietly....or as quietly as a 20 ton mech could. Shutting down, she dropped the rope ladder from the cockpit and casually climbed down, flicking a single-eyed glance towards the green dust convering a large portion of the entrance to the ranch. Shaking her head once again, she chuckles and heads for the front door, hoping the gift-giver isn't inside.:: "Teach him fer puttin it in m'flightpath.....