????: "MAYDAY! MAYDAY! WE ARE GASSING OUT! MAYDAY!"
He's been calling into that radio for roughly 34 minutes now. A vibrant pink eyed drone clutched the small mic of a radio in his hand, just about shoving it down his own throat as he pleaded for help. The white colored biplane he sat in the pilots seat of sputtered and jolted a few times causing him to gasp
????: "MAYDAY! MAYDAY! SOMEONE PLEASE RESPOND!!!"
The nose of the biplane began to dip down. Ticking down down down as the fumes of fuel in the tank petered out.
????: "oh mother of bloody robo god i'm goin down...."
His voice sounded resigned to his fate, so sad, so fatalistic. He'd stopped yelling as his plane began to nose dive through the air. Due to the thick overwhelming fog that surrounded him he had no way of knowing how far he would fall before he would get to see his grandmother in the after life. He clutched the radio mic in his hand again, pressing the transmission button and holding it one last time. His voice was shaky yet oddly calm as he spoke
????: "my name is Princess....I don't have a last name but I always liked the last name Diatachi....To anyone hearing my last message please tell my wives waiting for me at home I was thinking of them. Please ensure my children know what has happened...do not allow them to wait for a man to come home who has met his end....thank you....and good night"
He lifted his thumb from the button and looked up to gaze out of the front windshield of the biplane. All he could see was a vast unmoving mass of greyish black. He noticed something falling next to him out of the corner of his eye. His head snapped over to have a look at what it was. There was something in the fog there with him, just off his left wing...something purple and white streaking through the sky. His radio suddenly crackled to life with an older males voice.
????: "no need to for last massages old friend! help has arrived!"
Princess scrambled for the transmission button again.
Princess: "KHAN!? IS THAT YOU!?"
Princess: "I COULD BLOODY KISS YOU OLD MAN!"
Khan: "that a promise? hahah!"
Princess: "who did you send?...."
Princess squints his optics and leans closer to the side window of his biplane to get a better look, still holding the mic close to his mouth
Khan: "Just some family and friends"
Princess's optics widened in shock as the purple and white streaks in the sky drifted a little closer, moving towards the nose of his plane. It's a worker drone! free falling through the sky with what looks like a folded parachute and some kind of rope with a purple light trailing behind it
Princess: "you dropped a bunch of worker drones on me!?"
Khan: "those aren't worker drones bud"
Just as Khan says this a streak of red and white zipped past his right side window, followed closely by a simple white streak. Princess watched in confusion as the white colored streak drifted over the top of him and positioned itself just a bit off his left wind where the purple streak had been. The red streak made it's spot a little off his right wing. He simply sat confused. Suddenly large dark colored plumes shot out from their back, casting outstanding wing like shapes in front of him in the dark, figures just barely visible in the dark fog. White, purple, red. All three had their own colors trailing behind them but all three shared one similarity. All three had strange bright white lights at the very tips of these strange wings, giving him illusion to the differing sizes of these wings. His biplane suddenly jolted, shuttered, and thrashed for a second.
Princess: "AUUGHH! WHAT THE!? AHH!"
He looks up at the underside of the first set of biplane wings just over his head. Horrific gnarled claws left tiny trails in the metal in the underside of the wing. Princess held down the transmission button again
Princess: "A FUCKIN SKY DEMON HAS GOT ME!"
Khan: "relax pinkie. I sent him"
Princess: "YOU SENT A SKY DEMON AFTER ME!? WHAT THE HELL!?"
Khan: "he's not gonna eat you! just....don't run when you reach land"
Suddenly his descent was slowing. He watched as these gnarled ownerless claws began to peirce and dig into the metal. The metal was beginning to bend under the grip of a predators grip. Princess's plane, once falling through the sky now held aloft with a living parachute just above him and three accompanying permateter markers. Amazingly large wings with a brilliant yellow glow held displayed at full expanse matching the length of the wings of his plane. Princess was met by a sudden hard impact, jostling him about in his set...but...he's alive! he didn't even hit the roof of the cockpit! He's on the ground, he's on the ground and he's alive!. He began quickly attempting to unbuckle his seatbelt when something landed with a small thunk on the nose of his decommissioned plane. He stopped, he froze. He oh so slowly lifted his head to look out of the windshield again. There's something on the nose....something small...it was a worker drone alright given the lack of yellow optics and a head crest....but this was no normal worker drone. This one had wings. Crouched as if it was a perched gargoyle with wings spread wide like a displaying bird. Big round seemingly clueless white optics simply observed him. Princess slowly lifted the mic to his mouth with a shaky hand
Princess: "....Khan....what the hell is going on in that bunker?...."
