Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183250/@comment-5543592-20190903150112

Out from behind Mount St. Helens, Seattle appeared. It was a sunny day, and the standing towers of the city looked magnificent. Although not the tallest (only the third as a matter of fact) the one that drew the eye was the Space Needle. Nothing even matching the Needle's height was build near it, so it looked far grander than it actually was.

Walkways stretched between buildings, a monorail wound through the heights of the city. As they approached, a forest expanded beneath them, crawling out from beneath the mountain.

And, between the two bridges that led into the city, was Mercer Island, the seat from which the Royal Wasteland was governed.

"Here's Seattle." Cable remarked. "Who'd've thought I'd be coming back here..."



By now, Nevada was far, far behind them.

Tanaka banked, hard, as the Dragon lunged after them, manibles reaching. Gigantic globs of spit hit the rear of the aircraft.

The Captain's mouth was set in a tight, tense line, swinging the aircraft about, trying to evade the creature.

Something hit the aircraft, and they would've all been through from their seats were it not for their harnesses. There was a piercing screetching noise, which most certainly was not good, and Tanaka muttered to herself, "Fucking fuck." She set hard into the stick, and the Vertibird banked again, humming as it executed another turn. The response was delayed, sluggish.

The control console of Vertibird was blaring a klaxon alarm now.

Josey looked to his right, out the window, eyes widening. Half of the left wing, including the propellor, was missing.