Sadists and pukers were aboard the plane, the feeling of being smashed and traveling at warp speed was only brief seconds. Before Kirby could hork again, the plane leveled out to betray a hint at a brilliant "space-scape." The outer windows gave way to a tube-like span of stars and wonder, rapidly approaching a bright light. It felt as if this were the end, mili-second thoughts of death and reaching a bright light floated to a few minds.  Weightlessness took over as everyone seemed to float out of their seats towards the bright light. It was an ending, an inevitable ending. The plane raced towards the light and then suddenly the plane jolted with a sonic boom.  Everyone awoke with a start as the plane felt like it had hid a brick wall and snapped in their seat belts which knocked the wind from everyone with a grunt. Sound was now discernible; the group could hear the whine of the engines as the plane pitched over in a ridiculous role.





The pilot was good, as if he had supernatural powers, or something. The plane righted itself and banked hard to the left going against the wind.  The roar of the wind and storm promised to rip the plane apart...until the eye opened and all turbulence stopped. It is impossible to fly a plane through a hurricane. This group had started to get used to the impossible becoming possible and what the group saw next was, well also impossible.


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Kirby gripped the armrests with sweaty palms and he nervously prayed for it to be over. He opened his eyes, closed them again, and re-opened them still not knowing if he was truly awake.

The captain hailing from up forward settled the confusion, but then Kirby found himself wishing it really was a dream. A fucking hurricane? he thought, we're done for.

Amazingly they still lived, at least he thought they did, and it looked like they were getting help. Kirby pressed his head up to the window for a better look.

As soon as the man outside the window came into the focus of his remarkable vision Kirby froze.

"Dah fuck?"

A shiver came over him as he stared at the unbelievable sight.

"Popi?..." lost for words he just stared.

The jostling plane woke Max from his wayward space dream. Tp bad he was enjoying it.

He looked around with concern; hearing Caps exploitive term. Max looked out the window. "Amazing!"

"Arrowhead is that your father? If so what is he doing and why?"

Was this man causing this weather phenomenon, if so how? Max had to know. He focused on the man, scanning his string energy.

In reply to Max Jackson (msg # 3):

The man was quite far, features of any kind could not be made, except to Kirby who could see about 10X farther than a normal human. The string energy though enveloped all of Max's vision, it was pouring out of him, mixing with the storm.  His energy actually seemed to be reversing the storm, in a sense it looked to Max as if he were diffusing the Hurricane.

Max focused his mind on communicating with Kirbys father.

"Arrowhead what's your fathers name, quickly please."