Post by forge on Jul 22, 2006 3:29:08 GMT -5
Forge worked his way back past his workshop and down the hall into the underground hangar bay. He’d visited this particular dandy last night in his wanderings, and was stunned at the Lockheed bloody f’n marvel of a chopper the X-Men had sitting there. Of course, it was nothing compared to the Blackbird jet plane they’d had before Alcatraz, but it was still one of the finest pieces of aviation on the market.
Now he stretched himself to one side before the vehicle, and then to the other. Then he leaned back and forward, popping his joints and warming up. This was going to be a big project…
Locked within his perfect memory was another schematic found in the computers database: A cloaking device, straight out of Star Trek. The Blackbird was apparently capable of vanishing not only from radar, but from visual detection as well – which explained why they could just fly around without Uncle Sam shooting them down (though apparently this had happened once.)
He eyeballed the component parts that were filed away and organized all throughout the hangar, and a couldn’t help but grin. Time to beef the X-chopper up, Forge Style.
He gave a start as his comm.-badge chirped, then laughed nervously. Tapping the small badge which he wore on the collar on the strap of his side-toolkit, he replied:
“Forge here.”
Now he stretched himself to one side before the vehicle, and then to the other. Then he leaned back and forward, popping his joints and warming up. This was going to be a big project…
Locked within his perfect memory was another schematic found in the computers database: A cloaking device, straight out of Star Trek. The Blackbird was apparently capable of vanishing not only from radar, but from visual detection as well – which explained why they could just fly around without Uncle Sam shooting them down (though apparently this had happened once.)
He eyeballed the component parts that were filed away and organized all throughout the hangar, and a couldn’t help but grin. Time to beef the X-chopper up, Forge Style.
He gave a start as his comm.-badge chirped, then laughed nervously. Tapping the small badge which he wore on the collar on the strap of his side-toolkit, he replied:
“Forge here.”
