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Post by Danger Zone Wolfie on Nov 3, 2005 19:59:36 GMT -5
Wolfie leans over and offers Kat a hand, but never removes her evil glare from Maverick. With her free hand, she reaches into one of her many pockets and produces a spare box of matches and a can of hairspray. "You die. Now. Usually I wait for sunrise, makes the fire blend nicely with the sky..." she trailed off, then continues with a renewed fervor. "But this is a major, unforgivable transgression. Say your last goodbyes, for tonight you sleep in Hell..." she hisses at him through clenched teeth.
Maverick's eyes become huge. He looks at the matches, then the hairspray, then at Wolfie's sneering face. He has a flashback to that one time in the bar when Wolfie had set almost the whole place aflame because he'd called her a nerd... He glances one last time at the matches, the same brand she'd used before, then makes a mad dash for freedom.
Ice sticks out his foot and trips Maverick, who in turn goes sprawling in an even more spectacular face-plant than Kat's. [glow=blue,2,300]"I wasn't hearing any explosions, so I came back... Glad I did, too, or else our little prisoner here might've gotten away..."[/glow] he says as his face contorts into a look of malice akin to the sneer Wolfie was wearing and the pissed-off expression on Kat's face.
Wolfie grabs a length of rope from the ground. "Although it's usually fun to watch them struggle, this one doesn't deserve a chance to try to put himself out."
Just as Wolfie is about to hogtie Maverick's squealing, squirming form, a quiet voice that sounded like it wasn't often used calls from the back of the F-14, "Hey, let him go. It's not his fault."
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Post by Katarea Arin Idieko on Nov 3, 2005 20:06:25 GMT -5
"Was that Strike I heard?" Kat brushes herself off, "What the bloody hell is going on here?" Kat spins around searching for Strike. He then appears, crawling out of the plane as Kat did, except without the plummeting-to-the-ground thing.
[glow=red,2,200]"Well if it isn't our good ol' radio assistant, what brings you here?"[/glow]
You laugh as you look to see Kat sitting by Maverick, trying to cut his legs off with a butter knife.
[glow=orange,2,200]"I had no choice, If I didn't comply with his request he was going to get my wings taken away."[/glow] Maverick pleads.
"Save that for Johnson!" Kat starts sawing faster.
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Post by Danger Zone Wolfie on Nov 3, 2005 20:24:20 GMT -5
Ice glances at Strike, then at the Air Control Tower. He begins to wonder not only what Strike is doing out on the tarmac, but also how the planes in the air are keeping to their flight pattern without Strike helping to direct them.
Wolfie giggles madly and hands Kat a sharper knife -- the one she'd borrowed from Wolfman way back on their first day at NAS Miramar -- commenting, "He's not your old bunk bed, dear. Sawing at him with a butter knife won't chop his legs off. Methinks this would hurt more." She then turns to Strike. "Now what's all this about Maverick not being at fault for the fact he was piloting my plane?"
Strike looks down, ashamed and afraid to face the rightful owners of the planes he'd "borrowed" and modified. But, if there was one thing the Navy had taught him, it was resposibility. He looks up at Kat and Wolfie and tells them exactly what he'd done.
"I'm sorry, guys. I was so bored with just being the geek in the tower feeding everybody else information while they got to have all the fun... I modified all three of your jets so they were fly-by-wire and controlled them from the RIO's seat in the F-14... But I needed a pilot who was familiar with the F-14's controls in case something went wrong. I knew Ice and Hollywood and Flex were all your friends and they'd never let me get away with it. I realized you hate Maverick, so he wasn't likely to run to you with information. I threatened him into it by telling him I'd hack the computers and change the ruling on the case about Goose's death, and that the committee wouldn't renew his license after they saw that.... It's all my fault. I'm sorry."
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Post by Katarea Arin Idieko on Nov 3, 2005 20:35:21 GMT -5
"All's well, except for the fact that Wolfie's Jet is now....contaminated with Maverick amoebas.. Everything else is easily fixed, please just return our jets to the way they normally were. Kat smiles politely and hopes that Strike will comply.
[glow=orange,2,200]"Thats it...you're all just gonna let him go."[/glow] Maverick barks.
"With a warning, yeah. These are our Jets. We put a lot of effort into putting them together, while searching the scrap piles weekly to get the parts we needed. Everything on these babies is the real deal....at least they we're until they were altered." Kat sighed, "I'm guessing you tossed our parts didn't you."
[glow=red,2,200]I'm sure we can get you both some more parts." Slider reassured Kat.[/glow]
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Post by Danger Zone Wolfie on Nov 3, 2005 21:18:21 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]"It's easy enough to find you guys some replacement parts, but even if the originals were scrapped, they'd still be here. They only clear the scrap heaps once they get too far out of control to ignore. And it's be easy enough to tell your parts from all the others; I know Wolfie here kept a list of the serial numbers for every part in each of those planes..."[/glow]
Strike launches into an explanation. "I didn't toss anything, all your original parts are still there! All I did was add some small wire bypasses so I could control everything from this remote. Your controls may not function at full capacity with the bypasses still in place, but the planes will be able to fly with them there. All I'll need is a few hours and some tools and your planes will be back to the way they were when I found them!"
"Okay, then. Got time to fix them now?" Wolfie asks.
"Sure! I'll get right to it," Strike answers quickly, looking for any possible chance to redeem himself in their eyes.
"Just one last question before you run away. Why, if you wanted to fly so badly, didn't you try out for a pilot's license?" Wolfie asks, curious.
"I'm nearsighted, underweight, and out of shape. I'd never make it."
Wolfie arches an eyebrow. "Pitiful excuse." She flicks the glasses perched on her nose. "I'm nearsighted, too. Plus, I have roughly negative two percent upper-body strength," she joked. "I'm still flying, am I not? Best part about the Island in the Skye. You don't have to meet every requirement unless you're training for combat."
"That's the problem. I want to be the one chasing off or shooting down the bad guy, not just the dude who gets to fly every now and then, when there's a break in the flight pattern. I want to be on five-minute alert, waiting on the catapult for some tiny change in the enemy's course that brings them just over the line into our territory..." Strike explains.
Ice cuts him off. [glow=blue,2,300]"Man, I don't care what you've heard, carrier and Alert-Five Duty -- definitely not all it's cracked up to be. You ever tried sleeping right below the flight deck while jets are landing and taking off, and the weapons elevators are moving, and the JBD's are up and down, up and down, up and down, all night? And then, some dumbass nugget* who's so new you could fool him with the ID-ten-Tango form line comes to wake you up for Alert-Five right after you finally close your eyes.... If I were you, I wouldn't even bother, man."[/glow]
Wolfie kicks him. "Don't go around crushing dreams like that!"
* Nugget - noun - 1. A small, solid lump, especially of gold. 2. Neophyte naval aviator; wearer of shiny new gold wings. 3. Occupier of lowest stratum in naval aviation hierarchy.
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Post by Katarea Arin Idieko on Nov 3, 2005 22:10:35 GMT -5
Kat jumps on Ice's back, "Keep your trap shut." They both crumble to the ground. Iceman wrestles Kat into a head lock and holds her there. "Wolfie...help!!" she pleads
[glow=red,2,200]"Hey man, cut her some slack, they are pretty much right. If he wanted to do it, he'd go for it. Let him figure out if it's right for him or not."[/glow]
"Lemme go, lemme go," Kat kicks and scratches at Iceman until he finally lets go, with a quick smack to the back of the head. "Ow, stupid." She quickly returns to 'sawing' off Maverick's leg with the replacement knife.
[glow=orange,2,200]"Cut it out, that really hurts."[/glow] Maverick whines.
"Really?" Kat's 'sawing' begins to move a lot quicker. "Mwahahahahahhah, feel pain, you jet-contaminating pile of horse -------" she is cut off by Slider.
[glow=red,2,200]"Let's go get those parts."[/glow] Slider says.
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Post by Danger Zone Wolfie on Nov 7, 2005 17:05:09 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,200]"Thank you...."[/glow] Maverick whimpers, grateful for Slider's interference.
"Oh, you're not getting off that easily!" Wolfie cries, dragging Maverick behind her as she starts off for the scrap heap. She makes a point of dragging him over the roughest, muddiest, and most painful places she can find.
Ice glances back at Wolfie and the heap that never should have been given a callsign and stifles laughter... poorly. Soon, he's laughing uproariously and pointing because someone is still attempting to saw at the tear in the fabric of Maverick's flight suit.
"Hey, has anyone seen my notebook?" Wolfie asks, rummaging in her pockets. "I could've sworn it was in here like ten minutes ago... But now I can't find it.... Watch, it's in one of these other pockets..." she rambles as she checks each of her pockets. "No... Not that one," she mutters, continuing to search. "Uh, guys, I'm down to one pocket. And it's too small to fit my notebook in," she says as she flicks the zipper of the pocket on the sleeve of her bomber jacket. "If we plan to get our original parts back, we either need to find that notebook or get me back to New Jersey so I can find the list I have saved on my computer... Preferably find the notebook, because I was keeping repair records in there, too."
Ice sighs at Wolfie's moment of stupidity. He turns back to the runway. [glow=blue,2,300]"You emptied your pockets over there, right? Maybe it's still there..."[/glow]
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Post by Katarea Arin Idieko on Nov 7, 2005 17:13:20 GMT -5
"Wow, you of all people managed to lose your notebook." Kat says, suprised. "I'm sure its around somewhere," she tells Wolfie, waving her hand in the air like it's no big deal.
[glow=red,2,200]"You seem way too calm about this. You lose your parts and the only way to find them again is gone. And you're extremely calm."[/glow] Slider says suspiciously. [glow=red,2,200]"I think maybe you sold them to get that new gunblade you've been carrying around all morning."[/glow]
"First off, I wasn't the one who took the parts out of the plane and admitted it," she said in an angry tone, "So I had nothing to do with their disappearing. Second, the Hyperion is none of your business. Besides, why would I sell something that meant so much to me and my sister, TELL ME THAT ONE." she screams at Slider.
[glow=red,2,200]"Well, just because Strike took the parts out doesn't mean you didn't run off with them and lose track of them somewhere. Also, you could have sold them for revenge over something she's done to make you angry."[/glow]
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Post by Danger Zone Wolfie on Nov 7, 2005 17:59:42 GMT -5
Wolfie begins to spaz out. "Oh, God! I didn't make you angry, did I? Did I do something to you? What could I have done to make you mad? Is this my fault? Did I screw something up?" she continues to rant.
Ice looks about ready to back-hand Wolfie just to shut her up. He holds up a hand, and it looks like he's about to smack her, but instead he just signals for her to stop. [glow=blue,2,300]"Breathe between your sentences, dammit! Jesus, do you ever stop ranting and raving?"[/glow]
"No!"
[glow=blue,2,300]"You just did,"[/glow] he says, catching her in a conversational trap. [glow=blue,2,300]"You're not normally the kind of person to lose something you might need later on. What happened here? You were so defensive about that notebook... You hardly even let Kat hold it. Now, right when you need it, you conveniently lose it?"[/glow]
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Post by Katarea Arin Idieko on Nov 7, 2005 18:08:23 GMT -5
"You didn't make me angry, I didn't sell the friggin' parts, why's this mess being thrown on my shoulders by Slider?" Kat walks over to Strike and clings to his leg.
[glow=red,2,200]"I was just...I'm sorry. Can I have my fangirl now, please?"[/glow]
[glow=purple,2,200]If you're looking for a notebook, I just took it to the air boss.[/glow] A woman with shoulder length curly blonde hair can be seen walking over to join the group.
"Back away Madonna demon of the very friendly person world* -brain fizzle- she's sucking out my brain! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kat begins to run around in circles.
* Implying that Charlie is an alien invader. This will become a whole sub-plot soon... Beware CIA intervention.
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Post by Danger Zone Wolfie on Nov 7, 2005 18:39:47 GMT -5
Wolfie takes one look at Charlie and turns to run away. Ice seems ready to follow should Wolfie make a break for it.
"You wanna leave, too?" she asks Ice quietly.
[glow=blue,2,300]"I'm waitin' on you..."[/glow] he responds.
"Coward," she says as she sprints off for the Air Control Tower.
She crashes head-on with Wolfman, who was apparently chasing after Charlie. Hollywood slams into Wolfman's back and creates a Wolfman sandwitch. Again.* Two CIA badges and a pack of matches fall to the ground. Wolfman squirms out of the dogpile and dives for his badge, trying to hide it from everyone. Hollywood doesn't seem to care much, he just picks his up and sticks it in a pocket. Wolfie realizes a second too late that her last box of matches has fallen out of her pocket. Ice grabs it before Wolfie can snatch it off the ground.
[glow=blue,2,300]"Didn't I just take these away from you a few minutes ago?"[/glow] he asks.
Wolfman interrupts. [glow=green,2,300]"You'd be surprised just how many boxes of matches she carries. You'd have to grab her by her ankles and shake her upside-down just to make sure you got all of 'em."[/glow]
Ice glances at Wolfie and says [glow=blue,2,300]"You'd better hope I don't take his advice."[/glow]
Charlie comes over to them and asks, [glow=purple,2,200]"What's going on, anyway? Why'd you run off like that?"[/glow]
"Because I just don't like you and because that notebook you just gave to Johnson is mine and I want it back. Where in God's name did you find it, anyway?"
[glow=purple,2,200]"It was over by the runway. Why d'you have Maverick all tied up and bloody and beaten-looking?"[/glow]
"Because we don't like him either!" Wolfie responds as she takes off at a dead run for the Air Control Tower and her beloved notebook.
* "Wolfman Sandwitch" is one of our bloopers in "Kat & Wolfie's Bandit Day," our work-in-progress Top Gun fanfic.
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Post by Katarea Arin Idieko on Nov 7, 2005 18:56:55 GMT -5
Kat takes off at a brisk jog and continues forward until she accomplishes a full speed sprint across the runway to catch up with Wolfie, accidentally running past her. "Ah, crap..." Soon later Slider, Wolfman, and Hollywood follow.
[glow=white,2,200]"Why is everyone running?"[/glow]
"We're trying to catch up to Barbie, she's headed to the A.C.T. with something very important we must save from her."
[glow=white,2,200]Whatever it is I'll save it, I'M COMING, BARBIE!!!!*"[/glow] Hollywood shouts as he runs off ahead...
"We've lost Hollywood!**" Kat laughs.
* All these Barbie references can be explained in one sentence fragment: Hollywood in a Barbie car, talking on a Barbie cell phone. Yes, this is another "Kat & Wolfie's Bandit Day" blooper.
** "We've lost Hollywood!" is one of Ice's lines in the movie. He says this after Hollywood and Wolfman get shot down during the final dogfight scene. I'm only explaining this because I know not everyone knows Top Gun as well as Kat and I do. (I've never met another person who's seen it more than 30 times.... Have you? XD)
shoulda told me you wanted those refrences here, I would have done it so you didn't have to do it. Any yes we have watched TG more than 30 times XD. Tu-tu Wolfie! <3 j00
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Post by Danger Zone Wolfie on Nov 7, 2005 19:31:40 GMT -5
Charlie and Maverick are left sitting in the field as everyone else runs off. Both wonder if they should follow, but out of fear for their lives, stay behind.
Hollywood has already made it to the Tower, but is sorely disappointed by Barbie's absence. [glow=white,2,300]"What? Where'd she go? ...Didn't Kat just say she was headed here? She must have made a wrong turn or something..."[/glow] he says to himself as he walks off in search of Barbie.
Wolfman can do no more than gape open-mouthed at Hollywood's freakish obsession with a plastic doll. [glow=green,2,300]"Jeez. I think he actually believes Barbie is a real person... It's a wonder that guy even made it through CIA training, not to mention naval aviation on top of that."[/glow]
[glow=blue, 2,300]"I know, but he is a good pilot,"[/glow] Ice says. [glow=blue,2,300]"He's just a bit slow on the up-take,"[/glow] he adds as an afterthought, watching Hollywood wander off in another direction.
"And he makes great comic relief!" Wolfie chirps. "Don't forget that."
On a whim, Ice decides to see just how fast Wolfie can run. He looks at her and says, [glow=blue,2,300]"Johnson's got your notebook, dude."[/glow]
Wolfie covers the rest of the distance to the Tower in surprisingly short time, and she doesn't stop at the base of the tower, either. She tears all the way up the stairs to the top and bursts into the control room. "Gimme back my notebook!"
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Post by Katarea Arin Idieko on Nov 7, 2005 19:49:44 GMT -5
"I can still run faster than that... I can run up and down the street in a matter of seconds at my house." Kat says, "Eh, she'll get it herself," Kat goes back to the spare part heap and jumps in.
[glow=red,2,200]"She's freaking swimming in the parts!" [/glow]Slider starts to panic,[glow=red,2,200] "She could hurt herself."[/glow] He follows her back to the pile mumbling to himself.
[glow=aqua,2,200]"Whats going on over here?"[/glow] a bald headed man stomps over to the pile and begins to rant at Slider, [glow=aqua,2,200]"You're supposed to be in the locker room changing, getting ready for your next class. What is it you think you're doing out here?"[/glow]
Slider panics, but gives everyone a cover up. [glow=red,2,200]"Well you see, Wolfie and Kat's planes went missing, and then Kat disappeared, and now Wolfie's notebook..."[/glow] Slider trails off in a long line of excuses.
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Post by Danger Zone Wolfie on Nov 8, 2005 19:10:39 GMT -5
Wolfie nearly tackles Johnson, making him jump and, yet again, spill coffee on his shirt. Must've been the third uniform top he'd stained this week alone... His reaction is the same as ever, though.
[glow=yellow,2,200]"What the hell is wrong with you?!"[/glow] cries the Air Boss as he tries to brush the coffee off.
"You have my notebook! I want it back. Now."
[glow=yellow,2,200]"Well, too bad you can't have it. I sent it down to the LSO shack, thinkin' it might belong to his writer; after all, Charlie said she found it by the runway."[/glow]
"Crap!" Wolfie yelled, turning on her heels and heading for the door. "Oh, sorry about your shirt, by the way."
Johnson stares at her retreating form, wondering if that girl was ever even close to mentally stable at all...
The next destination in The Quest For Wolfie's Notebook wasn't much by architectural standards. The little plexiglass-walled box with a roof was not much larger than 2 standard office cubicles, but it got its job done. The LSO and his writer could see everything happening on the runway and in the air above from that tiny little dot of civilization. The LSO, James "Outlaw" Elder, and his writer, a stashed* pilot-in-training named Matt, weren't exactly needed at this point. There is no one trying to land, and no one in the air in need of coaching. Outlaw is over by the hangar, talking to some random penguin**.
Wolfie storms through the door to the LSO's shack like a miniature tempest. "Notebook! NOW!" she roars at the already cowering writer.
He ducks, afraid she might whack him. [glow=indigo,2,200]"What notebook?"[/glow] he whimpers.
Wolfie is only able to speak in sentence fragments, but she gets her point across all the same. "Green one. Filled with numbers and repair records. F-14 diagrams, MiG-28 and -31 diagrams. Sent by Johnson. Give! Now!"
Matt goes to open the bottom drawer in the file cabinet to his left. He finds it locked and starts to worry. He glances at Wolfie's glowering face and runs off to get the keys from Outlaw. He can be seen waving his arms frantically and begging Outlaw for the keys. He points to Wolfie and Outlaw starts to laugh. The LSO strides over to his little home-away-from-home on the runway, mumbles a greeting to Wolfie, opens the drawer and gives her the notebook.
[glow=silver,2,200]"What's the big deal?"[/glow] he asks. [glow=silver,2,200]"It's only a notebook. It can be replaced."[/glow]
"Not this one. Can't live without it. Need my serial numbers..." she replies, still speaking in fragments. "Thank you so much!" she yells as she leaves, the first full sentence she's spoken in ten minutes.
Outlaw watches her and laughs again. [glow=silver,2,200]"Just like usual... Has list on top of list for everything, that girl."[/glow]
Matt looks again at the girl raiding the scrap pile, then back at the spazzy one with the notebook and wonders if every woman here is as insane as those two are.
Wolfie follows in Kat's footsteps to the scrap heap. She sees Stinger and smiles at the luck that seems to have finally returned. Sneaking up behind him, she tackles him. He lets out a yelp, then shakes her off and whirls around to see just who it is attacking him.
"Boo!" Wolfie says, laughing. "It's so much fun to see your reactions when you're spooked."
*A "stashed" officer is one waiting for an assignment. They're given odd jobs around the base. ** Another K&W BD reference. We call the sailors "penguins" because it looks like they waddle when they walk.
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