GESB: Operation Cocoa Puffs

[Myitt]

"Oh, Jesus, that was close," Myitt exhales, sitting back in her big metallic chair.  "Okay, follow my coordinates.  Um.  Next stop, Wyoming, I guess.  Let's try a little town called Thermopolis."

The ship cruises up into the atmosphere, punching a quick burn halfway across the world to the barren western U.S.

[Darth Revan]

((Temrash sounded like Assassin's Creed for a second. ))

"Well, that was fun."

[Chad32]

(Yeah Temrash is nuts. I haven't decided if I want him to be the type that tries to commit suicide by needlessly throwing himself in danger, or just being plain reckless.)

[Gaz]

"It was certainly interesting," Gaz said. "Hope we can have that much fun on our next tour stop."

[Shenmue654]

Mar watched the action with some amusement, following behind Myitt and eventually fading out of view. I love it how they've managed to get themselves needlessly in trouble yet again, and they aren't even in a Yeerk-prevalent area.

When Mar fades back in, he's laying against the walls of the Bug fighter near Myitt. "Another fine mess you've gotten yourselves into. I hope the next stop on our trip is nearly this fun. Do you actually have a plan, or are you just making this up as you go along?" Mar laughs at this last statement.

Mar also sends another message to Thordon stating, <<I've used this form before. It is a bit extravagant for the situation but it has been useful in the past. I'm not the world's most creative creature, you know.>>

[Darth Revan]

Thordon smiles at Mar's message. He then asks of Gaz, "Do you know how far this Wyoming is?"

[Gaz]

"From here?" Gaz said. "Not too far. Wouldn't say more than a few hours."

Fletcher came back up from the engine room and said, "Everything's good down there."

[Myitt]

"Is everyone away?" Myitt calls to the ships, sending a message to Temrash's ship as well.  Already the little fighter is cruising over Africa, high up in the atmosphere, higher than airplane traffic.

[Chad32]

"I'm behind you. Picking up a fighter over Africa. I know this isn't the safest place in the galaxy, but try not to be too antsy. On the other hand, I guess it's easier to for to say when I'm in a Hork Bajir and you're in a Human."

[Myitt]

"I see it," says Myitt flatly, piloting slowly away from it.  "What, do you think humans can't pilot fighters on Earth?  Just because it's usually a Hork-Bajir and a Taxxon pilot doesn't mean anything."  She sounds worried, nevertheless.  Her ship is highly modified, which was an Imperial offense, so any interior view of their cabin would likely cause suspicion.

[Chad32]

"So what might we find in Wyoming that's interesting? Any good sights?"

(I'm unfamiliar with Wyoming.)

[Myitt]

Myitt considers for a moment.  "Uh, well, there's a whole lot of nothing, it's the least populated state in the country called the United States of America, which makes it great for us.  But there are some very nice mountains, plains, and lots of wooded areas.  Most particular is this place called Yellowstone National Park.  There are a few other things--Devil's Tower, the Oregon Trail.  But the little place we're going is known for two things: geothermal hot springs, and dinosaur bones.  Dinosaurs were ancient Earth reptiles, most of which are now extinct."

[Chad32]

"Sounds like a nice getaway. We can make camp there."

[Myitt]

"We still have to be cautious," Myitt warns.  "Thermopolis is a small town, only around 3,000 people, but we can't go flying in there and land in the center of town.  Cutter, while we're in Wyoming you can get into some less...official...c lothes, and maybe take a breather.  I'll run a search to see if I can track down any of your remaining relatives, okay?"  To the rest of the ships she says, "How y'all doing back there?"  She grins, watching daylight return as they fly around the globe, over the Atlantic ocean.  Below them in the distance lies Mexico and the Caribbean.

[Shenmue654]

"I seem to be fine," states Mar boredly. "Are all of our potential stopping points going to be contenders for the World's Least Traveled List? Oh, well. It isn't totally empty. So, the 1944 pilot has family here, then?"

Mar then looks at Cutter and states, "What were they like?"