Re: Two Neva Rouge Place
" Take it easy in the turns, Shes got more power thn she's got rudder." Ella shouted over the wind rush and then let out a whoop of pure joy as Stark powered through an Immelman turn and then into severl snap rolls that pushed them both hard against thier safet straps.
Stark could feel the extra mass of the armor and guns as he snapped back upright, the ship wanting to continue its roll, until he snapped the stick to bring it back into level flight.
The machine was a pure bread machine definately not intended to be flown low and slow like most civilian flyers. And, like a high powered machine he noticed it drank fuel more rapidly than his vanship. Not an alarming rate but he could do the figures in his head and tell it had about a hundred miles less range than his lighter Vanship." You fly like an Ace!"
Zi made his notes and discovered a majority of th eitems were still in the coolection. a few notes and sketches of the masks were included in the journel but not more than a few mentions and a couple of quick sketches.
The items came apart easily, and without damage, as intended it seemd. With some work he assembled what looked like a cerimonial shoulder guard which began to hum with arcane and divien energies as soon as it was completed. the signitures without a doubt pure Assarii enchantments. The energies were steady but it as obvious age and lack of long term care had weakened the devices. and many of it's intended functions seemed to be dormant needing to be re-energized by a skilled technomancer.
Pthhhppt, Dora teased as he mentioned his prefference for rifles. All that breathing, and watching the breeze, Yeah you can pick a gnat off at a hundred paces but it's soooooooo boring."
" But you really did put the fear of the Creator into those guys in the garden, I didnt think that big thunder stick of your could be used up close like that.
She held up one of the brass casings she had picked up fromt he yard. Hmmm .475, full brass, probably a 280 grain round with a hot charge behind it. Not something ya see in the shop down on Brassen way....you have to load them yourself or blow the breech out."
She grined impishly as she displayed her technical knowledge." My fathers freind loads his huntin brass for him, puts those icky chemicals in the tip to really ruin a triffids day. He hates hunting animals, but he'll go on a triffid hunt about any time he can."