14 The Attack of Psychics
Wednesday, February 11th
03h00pm
"We've got to get away of here. No more hesitation, even if we have to crash further on, we won't lose to these monsters. Push the reactors at their extreme limit."
"But how did they know that we carry a new high-ranking awake one?"
"What a stupid question! It can only be one of those damn spies who sold his soul to those monsters for money. Activating reflector shields."
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"Boss, at this rate we'll be out of power in five minutes."
"And you think I haven't considered the possibility. Don't you see we're in the middle of nothing, our plane is immobilized by what is probably a group of Poltergeists. If we have to let them take us back to the ground, as soon as we set foot on the ground, we'll end up in ashes under the attacks of generating stations. No talking, the full power reactors and reflector shields at 100% capacity."
"As you command, but I still say this is a very bad idea."
"Very well. Launch, four fragmentation missiles where do originate the brainwaves."
"Impossible, the attacks have damaged the launchers. If I launch even one missile, we will be the ones to suffer the damage."
"Damned Poltergeists, they can even reach us at such a high altitude."
Awakened by the jolts of the latest plane and the screams coming from the cockpit, Jane opens her eyes for a few moments. She picks up a few words spoken by the anxious voices, but still under the effect of the soporific gas, she doesn't have time to analyze these words before falling asleep again.
Six miles south, more than 8200 feet below her, in the very heart of the huge satellite relay station located near Little Rock, Arkansas, a group of individuals who seem to be having a lot of fun, follow the indications of their Spies and continue their offensive against the plane, one of whose reactor has just exploded.
On board the ultra-modern plane supposed to provide absolute protection against the Poltergeists that the group acquired not a week ago, panic begins to set in.
Under the constant telekinetic attacks that crush the aircraft's cabin and the fact that they have pushed it beyond its limit, small short circuits cause multiple bugs on the controls.
The altimeter is already out of order. The gps, play hide-and-seek with the crew who are doing their best to escape the attackers, and the landing gear hydraulic system has just ceased to function.
These professionals, all experienced in all possible scenarios, could still cope with these hazards and navigate blindly, but when a sudden depressurization attacks their eardrums and grabs their throats, depriving them of oxygen, these professionals knows that their fight is now lost.
They could grab the oxygen masks placed not far from them, but dying of suffocation after losing consciousness seems preferable to them than being exposed to the torture these monsters will gladly subject them to if they fall into their hands.
"Let us die with dignity, gentlemen. Let us not allow these beings to play with our bodies as they wish. It has been an honor to work with you."
Once again deeply asleep in her cabin, fed by an oxygen tank system independent of the rest of the plane, Jane, living a beautiful dream, is unaware of what's going on in the cockpit right now. As the faces of the six dying men turn purple, an angel's smile appears on Jane's lips.
It doesn't take long for the reflector shields, which limited the Poltergeists' brainwave damage, to stop working.
The plane's body is then subjected to a shock of unheard-of violence, caused by the waves previously contained by these shields. Accompanied by a thud of crumpled metal, the fuselage of the flying object folds in on itself. The few exterior indicator lights that had been on until then switch off. Inside the cockepit, the bodies of the 6 men already dead are pierced in many places by thick pieces of glass thrown by the windscreen which has just given way under pressure.
The plane, which now looks more like a piece of scrap metal that has just been compressed with a vice than to a fighting machine, begins a slow descent towards the ground.
In a few minutes, about thirty cars gather around the carcass, which is in very poor condition. From these cars of various makes come down men and women who look more like lost tourists than valiant fighters fighters.
Some of the men wear simple jeans or colourful shorts, some of the women even came to fight in little summer dresses. The heroes who make Jane dream so much approach the plane arguing about various subjects, while others only think about the meal that awaits them tonight.
A tall blonde woman sighs helplessly in front of her messy squadron. Knowing that whatever she may say, they will not listen to her, she turns to a small bald man with intellectual airs.
"How long?"
The little man approaches the shapeless hull. He caresses it almost lovingly before answering the beautiful young woman who just questioned him.
"Twelve minutes! This new airplane is particularly tough. I will have to study it more closely, but according to my first observations, it was designed following the model of the last drones manufactured by the father of our package. We'll have to find a way to neutralise these things in an acceptable time, because if we're up against several of them at the same time, it's going to be pretty complicated."
The beautiful young woman just nods her head at this overly long answer.
"It's time to open this box and receive the package we came for. Poltergeists, I ask you to make one last effort."
About 15 unmotivated individuals look at each other, but knowing the character of their squad leader, they focus their minds on the thick metal door that is still intact.
The door shakes a little. It deforms on itself, then is ejected a few feet behind the messy group.
"Come on all, let's go see what a little princess looks like."
03h00pm
"We've got to get away of here. No more hesitation, even if we have to crash further on, we won't lose to these monsters. Push the reactors at their extreme limit."
"But how did they know that we carry a new high-ranking awake one?"
"What a stupid question! It can only be one of those damn spies who sold his soul to those monsters for money. Activating reflector shields."
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"Boss, at this rate we'll be out of power in five minutes."
"And you think I haven't considered the possibility. Don't you see we're in the middle of nothing, our plane is immobilized by what is probably a group of Poltergeists. If we have to let them take us back to the ground, as soon as we set foot on the ground, we'll end up in ashes under the attacks of generating stations. No talking, the full power reactors and reflector shields at 100% capacity."
"As you command, but I still say this is a very bad idea."
"Very well. Launch, four fragmentation missiles where do originate the brainwaves."
"Impossible, the attacks have damaged the launchers. If I launch even one missile, we will be the ones to suffer the damage."
"Damned Poltergeists, they can even reach us at such a high altitude."
Awakened by the jolts of the latest plane and the screams coming from the cockpit, Jane opens her eyes for a few moments. She picks up a few words spoken by the anxious voices, but still under the effect of the soporific gas, she doesn't have time to analyze these words before falling asleep again.
Six miles south, more than 8200 feet below her, in the very heart of the huge satellite relay station located near Little Rock, Arkansas, a group of individuals who seem to be having a lot of fun, follow the indications of their Spies and continue their offensive against the plane, one of whose reactor has just exploded.
On board the ultra-modern plane supposed to provide absolute protection against the Poltergeists that the group acquired not a week ago, panic begins to set in.
Under the constant telekinetic attacks that crush the aircraft's cabin and the fact that they have pushed it beyond its limit, small short circuits cause multiple bugs on the controls.
The altimeter is already out of order. The gps, play hide-and-seek with the crew who are doing their best to escape the attackers, and the landing gear hydraulic system has just ceased to function.
These professionals, all experienced in all possible scenarios, could still cope with these hazards and navigate blindly, but when a sudden depressurization attacks their eardrums and grabs their throats, depriving them of oxygen, these professionals knows that their fight is now lost.
They could grab the oxygen masks placed not far from them, but dying of suffocation after losing consciousness seems preferable to them than being exposed to the torture these monsters will gladly subject them to if they fall into their hands.
"Let us die with dignity, gentlemen. Let us not allow these beings to play with our bodies as they wish. It has been an honor to work with you."
Once again deeply asleep in her cabin, fed by an oxygen tank system independent of the rest of the plane, Jane, living a beautiful dream, is unaware of what's going on in the cockpit right now. As the faces of the six dying men turn purple, an angel's smile appears on Jane's lips.
It doesn't take long for the reflector shields, which limited the Poltergeists' brainwave damage, to stop working.
The plane's body is then subjected to a shock of unheard-of violence, caused by the waves previously contained by these shields. Accompanied by a thud of crumpled metal, the fuselage of the flying object folds in on itself. The few exterior indicator lights that had been on until then switch off. Inside the cockepit, the bodies of the 6 men already dead are pierced in many places by thick pieces of glass thrown by the windscreen which has just given way under pressure.
The plane, which now looks more like a piece of scrap metal that has just been compressed with a vice than to a fighting machine, begins a slow descent towards the ground.
In a few minutes, about thirty cars gather around the carcass, which is in very poor condition. From these cars of various makes come down men and women who look more like lost tourists than valiant fighters fighters.
Some of the men wear simple jeans or colourful shorts, some of the women even came to fight in little summer dresses. The heroes who make Jane dream so much approach the plane arguing about various subjects, while others only think about the meal that awaits them tonight.
A tall blonde woman sighs helplessly in front of her messy squadron. Knowing that whatever she may say, they will not listen to her, she turns to a small bald man with intellectual airs.
"How long?"
The little man approaches the shapeless hull. He caresses it almost lovingly before answering the beautiful young woman who just questioned him.
"Twelve minutes! This new airplane is particularly tough. I will have to study it more closely, but according to my first observations, it was designed following the model of the last drones manufactured by the father of our package. We'll have to find a way to neutralise these things in an acceptable time, because if we're up against several of them at the same time, it's going to be pretty complicated."
The beautiful young woman just nods her head at this overly long answer.
"It's time to open this box and receive the package we came for. Poltergeists, I ask you to make one last effort."
About 15 unmotivated individuals look at each other, but knowing the character of their squad leader, they focus their minds on the thick metal door that is still intact.
The door shakes a little. It deforms on itself, then is ejected a few feet behind the messy group.
"Come on all, let's go see what a little princess looks like."
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