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A Stealth Fighter ?
[1]
The calm skies above the White Chalice was broken. Those on the deck could see a long smoke trail. The producer of this smoke trail was a strange airplane. It's camouflage would make it hard to see, yet the obvious engine trouble showed it's hand. Those on the Deck get a shock as the other engine starts to flame out!
[2]
Clearance was given, and the plane limped it's way into the landing corridor. The landing was tough, but successful, as the grey pixely fighter came to a rest. Those in on the deck can see the pilot opening the canopy, jump out and raise there hands. The Pilots face obstructed by a large flight helmet, Even the eyes were bathed an a green glow. A surprisingly soft voice came out, "I request repairs, and fair treatment."
[3]
After some convincing, the pilot acknowledges the White Chalice as a friendly group.
"I am Mobius One, of the Independent State Allied Forces."
The Pilot still had not taken off her helmet, and the low buzzing of the lights give the pilot a uncanny quality. "I will be working with you until my craft is repaired, and my role repaid. Does anyone have some water?" as Mobius one slumped down in exhaustion.
The calm skies above the White Chalice was broken. Those on the deck could see a long smoke trail. The producer of this smoke trail was a strange airplane. It's camouflage would make it hard to see, yet the obvious engine trouble showed it's hand. Those on the Deck get a shock as the other engine starts to flame out!
[2]
Clearance was given, and the plane limped it's way into the landing corridor. The landing was tough, but successful, as the grey pixely fighter came to a rest. Those in on the deck can see the pilot opening the canopy, jump out and raise there hands. The Pilots face obstructed by a large flight helmet, Even the eyes were bathed an a green glow. A surprisingly soft voice came out, "I request repairs, and fair treatment."
[3]
After some convincing, the pilot acknowledges the White Chalice as a friendly group.
"I am Mobius One, of the Independent State Allied Forces."
The Pilot still had not taken off her helmet, and the low buzzing of the lights give the pilot a uncanny quality. "I will be working with you until my craft is repaired, and my role repaid. Does anyone have some water?" as Mobius one slumped down in exhaustion.