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RP (non-canon) Cannonball RUN FOR IT!!!

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RP Date
YE 40, evening on Xuno
RP Location
Howard Station
Howard Station, Undisclosed Dry Dock


A clean white Wahoo Interceptor with brilliant green stripes was loaded with a fuel pods converted into cargo containers onto the wing hardpoints while the pilot, Arthur “Crash” Teller, danced on the wing to the beat of a Freespacer band blasting through the two graviton pods mounted closest to the hull, the singer urging him to bring peace on the world. Which world, they never specified but it sure sounded good. The wings bounced to the beat as he got jiggy.


Mr. Donovan approached the crazy pilot to offer parting words as a pair of shield boosters were installed to the wingtips, knowing that the man would most likely need a new body after this.
"Mr. Teller, may I have a word!" He shouted over the huge speakers.


"No way, Boss! You gotta move those feet to keep up with this boy!" the pilot yelled, "c'mon- pick it up now!" Donovan knew that despite the humorous nature of the odd person that he was being dead serious. The heavy feet of the android began to shuffle as the rest of his body bobbed, "I wanted to thank you for doing this of your own volition!" He called back.


"I'm a PIONEER!" he screamed toward the ceiling, then shouted to Donovan, "it's not for you, Boss. It's for them. Wherever there is a blockade, I will run it! Wherever liberty is threatened, I'll be there! FIGHT THE POWAH!!!" The man disappeared into the cockpit.


"This is a really bad idea!!!" Donovan called out, his voice being drowned out by the roar of the engines as the fighter taxi'd through the forcefield and into space.



Osman City, morning news


"… In other news the daredevil stunt pilot, Arthur “Crash” Teller, will be attempting to run the Section 6 blockade today. This fella has run all the known canyons on 188, can he run the blockade? We'll find out at noon and later; Why is planet Xuno being blockaded by S6 anyway? All of this and more, right here…."



Planet Xuno, edge of the Hill Sphere


The stunt fighter exited hyperspace at a quarter of the speed of light broadcasting a 'white flag'. It wouldn't take more than a minute to hit the atmosphere at this rate and Crash wouldn't miss a second of it.


And neither would the starbryte shuttle carrying the camera equipment that pursued the fighter. "Yo, Crash, Baby! We're rolling, dude! Transmission to the studio is fresh, yo!"
 
Down on Xuno, Fien, Concrete Fortress

Kyro was sitting at his desk again looking over all of the recruitment and filing that was left up to him. While Scarecrow and Section 6 was training the troops outside in the massive courtyard. As he continues to stare at the black file he heard a knock on the door. "You may enter." His gave not averting the file. A Dovanian Royal Guard stepped in with his fully colored Uniform of Red black and gold, with grey rims. She was very displeased and slammed her hand on his desk, "Your highness, there's an incident at a Level 3. We need you to assess the situation sir."

Kyro stood up, towering over her then saying, "I need the details now." His gaze now turned to her, his voice and tone not changing.

She nodded, "Yes your highness. We've witnessed an explosion in atmosphere, one ship collided with another. From what we assume, it's not Section 6. they wouldn't have done anything as such. Either that or system malfunctioned. However that seems unlikely, they would have picked up on any technical issue if there was one." As she explained to him standing up at attention as he stood up.

Kyro scratched his beard then waved his hand dismissively, "This is something to look into, for now don't inform anyone outside of Regiment 001 and the Royal Guards, no need for a panic now. Especially with elections arriving soon. We don't want a bias populaces to vote in radical elements just for me to have to subdue them." He scooted his chair back and headed to the door, "Make sure the Sky Tanks are aware as well, this could get worse."

"Yes sir." She replied following after him.

Concrete Fortress, Lower Offices

Lora and Violet are sitting down in the lounge and enjoying their silence as the chaos of war was being quelled. It was peaceful and they were enjoying coffee at a table sitting across from each other. Lora now coming around to being 4 months pregnant and sipping her coffee while working on her newest weapons schematic. While Violet sat across brushing her long platinum hair. She asked Lora, her dark violet eyes sparkling, "So... Who's the father? You've never brought up being pregnant Ms. Kingsley."

Lora looked up from her work for a second and smiles, "I'm sorry Violet, but that information is to my own. The father is not with us anymore I'm afraid, and his name shall be kept to myself." She then looked back to her blueprints and continues to work. Violet being just slightly peeved, however keeping her appearance in check as she was the Dovanian Diplomat, and she was sitting next to the Dovanian Head of Military Weapons Development AND Dovanian Military Research and Development. She had quite a work load. Violet only ever meeting some Scarecrow members and a handful of Section 6 trainers and personnel.
 
I'm confused, @Dragon_God. You whine and complain to get this made non-canon and then responded to it?!
But wait, what's this? Is this godmodding? Hmmm. Well there's a very interesting ideology!
Congratulations, good sir. You have successfully bewildered me!
 
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