 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| GUARDIAN, WARRIOR, FRIEND, AND DEFENDER |
|
|
|
In a roar of thunder, a massive fighter plane swoops from the skies above, a deadly shape in the blue expanse. This is how Captain Khaibit Neb-Amen defends his territory. This is his tribute to you, his friends and family. The plane is a representation of a psychospiritual defense mechanism. Since aviation is a favorite pastime of Khaibit's, most of his defense tactics are based on the raw power of military aircraft. Journey with him through the skies, and know that you are all loved, and always watched over by him.... |
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
A dark, angry bird of prey streaks low over the morning skies of the Masai Mara. It rises gently over a ridge, then climbs rapidly, going through a slow victory roll as it thunders towards the stratosphere. No one need fear this machine, though; lest they dare attack the pilot's family or territory. The plane is swallowed by the low gray clouds, reappearing every so often, only to be swallowed by the dense air. You stand alone, on a concrete ramp at the Mara River airport. The sound of engines peaks to a roar as the reverse-arrow winged fighter touches down gently on the runway. It taxies to a stop forty yards from you, the canopy of the dual cockpit opens. This is it. You don your helmet, specially created to fit over your animal's head. You remember your oxygen mask, and attach it to one side of your helmet, Tom Cruise style. Approaching the left side of the airplane, it dawns on you just how large it is. Technicians lead you to the boarding ladder, which you notice folds neatly into the fuselage of the jet. Your pilot wears a dark golden helmet adorned with a staring pair of green eyes painted on the back. The pilot turns his head, and you stare into the eyes of a black werleopard, eyes as green as jade. He gives what for a leopard would be a smile, and you climb into the cockpit. The techs start helping you strap in, securing straps, hooking up hoses and cords into the heart of the plane. Most of the instruments are familiar, some aren't, some you didn't know existed. The screens before you blink to life, giving you an electronic lifeline to the world outside. The canopy closes around you, and slides shut, killing of the whine of the engines. |
|
|
 |
|
|
"Good to go?" the pilot asks you.
Roger, you might say, followed by a nod. Good to go, might be another response. Nevertheless, you are nervous, and the pit of your stomach is a cold hard lump, a lead ingot frozen in your abdomen.
You adjust your flight harness as the plane begins to taxi to the runway. Looking out of the cockpit, you can see a forward-swept wing, and it's strange because you're used to the wings sweeping back away from you. The jet reaches the holding line and stops. You look outside and can see the control surfaces on the wings move as your pilot cycles the controls. Looking in the rear view mirror, you can see the canted fins of the tail move. It appears that you are ready for takeoff... continue |
|
|
|
Copyright � 2000 Khaibit Neb-Amen. All rights reserved. |
|