Forgotten by the years - RP Repository

Fear Flyer (played by Kyra45)

Sure, the airport stored many odd things. From a UFO to several other odd crafts. The airport, though, had been shut down for quite some time. It was hidden within a housing place, where super high tech planes would fly over. The runway was rarely used, as the control tower that was there was out of order. The pavement was cracked, ruined, and about beyond repair.

This was an odd era, in which the technology used to create airports was now nothing more than old plans that no one bothered to build out anymore. Even the hangars had been shut tightly. Whatever could have existed within was blockaded from the world, it seemed.

One hangar was weilded shut tightly still, though rusted out badly. Even a weak human could easily lift it up without trying. The doors were metallic, no windows even there to show if anything lived inside. It was rather larger than an average hangar, for it was huge. Covering it's outsides were warning signals, even police tape was there to insure that no one would open it.

Yet the being inside sat boredly in the hangar, listening to the outside. How it yearned to be free, but unable to get free itself. It couldn't see the outside, only hear it. Torturing to it, it seemed, because this poor thing hadn't seen yje daylight since the day it was vanquished from the human needs. Forgotten, it seemed, by the constant threat of new databases being made that no longer suited the need to be a fighter. The database that once powered it no longer worked, and left it's components to learn on their own.

So to it was an average day of having it's speakers near its eyes against the hangar walls, as it listened in to the outside world. Torture to it, but it needed to know that the world outside was still there, and not just pitch black space full pf sound. It's cameras were off to save power, as it still listened intently, waiting to hear anything that could be near it's hangar, situated in an overgrown portion if the airfield turned home plan landscape.";

~~Project 27~~ (played anonymously)

OOC stuff wrote:

I've decided 27 is going to be in an AU here so I can keep both RPs going without having 'makes no sense' issues.

Never done this before, but if the plot works out well, there might be potential for parallel universe drama stuffs. Whoo!

She walked with the maddening rhythmic pace of calculation through the overgrown grass fields. The airport had been visible a little while ago, but only now did she see it at its full size. It was quite impressive even by modern day standards and at least a dozen hangars still stood in their somewhat rusted glory. Some of them were open and falling apart, but most seemed tightly sealed from the outside world.

27 took her notebook from her pocket - a thin, phone-like device - and browsed through it. Yes, this was the place he had mentioned... But it was deserted. No humans left to inquire, probably only dust gathering in the hangars without answers. A sad smiley lit up on her visor for several seconds. The appropriate response, even if she truly felt nothing at all. Programming could be a cruel mistress, no?

Even though she expected nothing, scraps might have been left behind. Clues were as valuable as the solution at this point and she would waste none of it if she had her way.

The boots at her feet suddenly thumped audibly as they hit concrete instead of mud and grass, echoing back at her from between the hangar walls. She visited each one by following the logical order of left to right. Some old radio equipment (completely useless by that point) was the best she found in the first handful of storage areas. Abandoned planes were rusting away and covered in thick layers of dust and grime. Where roofs had collapsed, most things had been destroyed by both debris and weather.

The few hangars that were shut were in much better condition. Dusty and infested with vermin for most part, but for as far as she could tell most equipment remained intact throughout the years. She picked up some old documents and flipped through them. Nothing... They were tossed back to the floor without a thought while she inspected the second to last hangar. There was only one left and it hadn't escaped her keen vision that it was welded shut.

That was strange, considering the others were locked with nothing more than over sized padlocks that fell apart on their own from sheer agony. A frowning face lit up on her visor as she dumped the last stack of paper. Nothing! The chances of the last hangar containing anything useful was so slim she considered skipping it. But even a 2% chance was better than 0%...

A few minutes later she faced the rusted, welded door in the bright sunshine. Her head tilted in various directions to inspect and calculate the condition of the door. If she was right, a few taps at the rusted edges and the right angle of levitation would make that a piece of cake! She went back into another hangar to fetch a hammer she found in the workshop earlier and returned quickly.

BANG.

One hit and there was already a gaping hole in the rusted door.