Jeanette couldn't help but laugh at everyone's reaction, some were positive and some were negative as they happened to be. That was always how it was, some who loved the adrenaline rush those who were not so much for it. It didn't matter either way, she enjoyed flying the way she did and if COG command didn't like it, they should stop putting her in the pilot's chair of any vehicle especially ones that aren't on the ground. Most of the commentary she ignored, the negative especially but she caught the sergeant's voice over the radio and grinned at that,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">Oh yeah, that was awesome, definitely got to request you as our pilot for future rides. Haha!</span>" Jeanette could practically hear the man's smile and despite the sounds of someone losing their lunch on the deck it made her chuckle a bit herself,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">It's a date Sergeant.</span>" She responded after she interrupted him with the mountain and hovering over the city all seemed well. Something felt wrong though, looking lower at the ground she noticed birds were flying away, crows and the like. Something was definitely wrong, even a city with stranded in it had some level of activity in it, birds flying casually from spot to spot to pick carrion or other indigenous creatures. The birds didn't seem to be flying anywhere in particular though just...<br/><br/><i>Running away from something...</i>her gut told her something was wrong and not even a moment later when this thought came to her, "<span style="color: DarkRed">Shit! We got Grubs below, I see one hole and a Corpser. There may be more. Everyone keep your eyes open!</span>" and her grip tightened on the stick of the chopper and she looked around as best she could from her position in the cockpit. Though it was probably not a good idea for the flying, she took one hand she could afford to have away from the controls and pulled her mask up and her goggles down. The goggles tunnel visioned her a bit but they would protect her eyes in the event of glass flying in to her face, the mask would also keep any problematic inhalants out of her body.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">Seeders! Jeanette, bug out! Get us out of here!</span>" Came over the radio and Jeanette had enough flying experience to know as soon as she heard the report it meant that Nemacysts were en route to the chopper's flight vector. Immediately and without warning she jerked the stick to her left and increased the RPM on the rotors, causing the chopper to shudder violently to the left and narrowly dodge the first volley.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Roger Sergeant, heading back to base!</span>" She replied after she had dodged the first Nemacyst that flew by the chopper, pushing the stick forward to increase the forward incline and shoved the lever that put the rotors at their maximum RPM, increasing the chopper's speed dramatically in attempt to move too quickly for the living artillery from striking the chopper. Jeanette also knew that if they got hit at the altitude they were at, they wouldn't survive the crash, dipping the stick forward she made the chopper plunge towards the city in attempt to at least break contact with the Nemacyst vollies and go the long and safe way around.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Mayday COG forces, Foxtrot Six Kilo-Ranger-Five-Six-Two is under heavy attack, repeat, Foxtrot Six Kilo-Ranger-Five-Six-Two under heavy attack!</span>" Jeanette fired off in open channels for the COG in case anyone was listening though it was unlikely given where they were but it was more of a knee jerk reaction to being attacked for her, "Repeat, Foxtrot Six Kilo-Ranger-Five-Six-Two under heavy Locust fire!"<br/><br/>The King Rave shuddered suddenly, jerking against her control and she glanced back behind her to see the one who wasn't helmeted anymore, one of the men that had been looking her over in the brief area coughing and choking wildly. She cursed herself for not having dodged the Nemacyst that would soon be the man's death if he wasn't seen to immediately. Before she could even look back out the cock-pit window the chopper shuddered again as the tail rotor went out and alarm bells were going off madly all around her, flashing red and that constant<i><b>Bwwweeeee! Bwwweeeee!</b></i>to remind her that the chopper was going down. She still had a measure of control over the chopper, though it wasn't the direction they were going but she could at least attempt to level the machine out and make their landing less rough.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Mayday, Mayday! Kilo-Ranger-Five-Six-Two is going down, Fix-Six-Two going down!</span>"<br/><br/>Pulling up on the stick and straightening out the rotor as best she could, the rush of adrenaline almost made the world around her pass in slow motion. She could see the city buildings getting closer and closer every three-sixty spin the chopper made and jerking the stick back and forth, she tried to steer out in to the street but ended up bouncing off the roof of a building and crashing in to the adjacent below it.<i>This is it! Kalin, I'm coming!</i>passed through her mind as the metal construct smashed in to the stone and brick building. The windshield of the chopper's cockpit cracked and the impact sent her flying forward, her harness stopping her from becoming a projectile in the cockpit though it didn't stop her head from hitting an overhead console that had been dropped from its place in the crash.<br/><br/>The knocking of her head against the console would result in nothing too serious, just a sore head. However as the impact hit just above her hairline it caught her forehead, being a scalp wound it would be bleeding to untrained eyes at an alarming rate, pouring down around her goggles and down her cheeks. A piece of the console having been pushed by the impact would be pressing against her armor in her diaphragm, pinning her against her seat but by dumb luck not having impaled her as it would have had it gone even more than a few inches or had she not been wearing her armor.<br/><br/>To Jeanette, the world got blurry as the crash settled and her heart pounded against her chest, trying to breathe but finding it difficult, like she were in a bear hug. For now, she chose to lay her head back and calm her breathing. To any outside viewer, with her head laid back against the seat and the bleeding of her scalp it would appear that she is unconscious when in fact she was just choosing to take a moment to collect herself.<br/><br/><i>Not this time...</i>she thought to herself as she tried to collect herself, feeling stiff and sore all over.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>