Spectre appreciation post
Lone Wolf scoffed when he heard the leniency on Night Hawk’s job. He had no doubts about the young pilot wanting to cause a stir. It was the irony with the current scares with transportation, it was laughable that the country’s homeland security is so fixated on watching the patrons when they should be watching the employers even closer. Maybe that one airport incident wouldn’t have exceeded to the extent that it did.
Another thing that didn’t bode well with the older man is that fact that Night Hawk was in debt to someone. He played it off as the mechanic being “cool about it” but when money’s involved, it still is a sour issue now matter how one looked at it. As the saying goes, ‘money is the root of all evil’. He remained silent on the subject out of respect.
As he raised the refreshed glass of bourbon to his lips he paused momentarily to process Night Hawk’s offer. “Hm? To your apartment or your place of work? I would assume the latter. Yeah, sure. Let me know the time. After all, I have plenty of it being out of steady work and all.”
He took a sip of the liquor and set it back on the counter.
“Either or is fine by me. You’re always welcome into my home.” Night Hawk grinned, perfectly fine with both options. He enjoyed his counterpart’s company greatly and would go wherever the other wanted too. Whenever Lone Wolf was around, it felt like he was whole again, like that missing piece had been filled. With each passing day, Night Hawk couldn’t shake the feeling like something wasn’t there that should be. A part of him that didn’t connect and further proved he didn’t belong. Maybe someday he’d bring it up, ask if Lone Wolf felt the same way or could fill in the gaps of his memory.
“I’d offer for ya to spend the night at my place, but well… We’d either share my bed or one of us takes the couch.” He offered. If Lone Wolf had free time, why not invite the man over tonight? They had some catching up to do and chatting about personal matters in a public place didn’t sit too well with the younger pilot.
Sliding off his stool, Night Hawk stretched out his arms and then his legs. He was getting restless, no longer wanting to remain in the bar for much longer. “I don’t know about you, but I think I’m going to head out. It’s getting late and I’m not one to stick around the same place for very long. Want to follow me home? Or should we schedule another day to meet up and hang out?”
(Source: ussnighthawk)
Chapter Four: A Costly Decision
Two men sat opposite each other in a small office. One man in a finely pressed business suit, the other in a particular red flight suit adorned with tactical gear. He had a helmet that went with the garb but it was resting on his lap.
The business man sighed as he looked at the glowing computer screen in front of him. No immediate words just staring in all sorts of directions.
The pilot then spoke “Command? You wanted to see me about something?”
“…” The ticker of the keys being pressed as the superior entered information at an alarming rate.
“Is this important Sir? I do have other matters to attend to.”
“Lone Wolf…” The crunching of the keyboard interrupting Command’s sentence as his concentration had to be dedicated to the data entry. “If I call you into my office, you can rest assure that it is indeed important.”
The older man nodded in agreement. A bit relieved when Night Hawk wasn’t gung-ho about diving in head first. He thought of the exact opposite. “That is alright with me. They can find someone else for the job I’m sure. I can tell them to take a hike in my always friendly demeanor. Besides, you can’t beat good benefits along with pay so have at it kid.”
“Hmph. If you think you’ve gotten soft, I know have definitely gotten soft. But look at it this way. We’re both alive. Plenty of hard asses are 6-feet under because they chose to act that way. There’s a time to act hard and it’s not all the damn time.” But with their past profession it was pretty much the majority of the time.
“Eh, enough on that.” Lone Wolf eyed his glass as it was getting on the low side as well. “Hey bartender! Bring us another round!”
Night Hawk did mentioned that he was still “married” to his helicopter. It got a chuckle or two from the older man. “So, still treating your lady right I assume? How is she doing after all this time?”
Before Night Hawk could answer the man across the counter had already served their second round. A quick one that man was. Lone Wolf slid a bill across and motioned with his hand to keep the change.
“I’m pretty damn lucky I got my job in the first place! It’s difficult finding decent work places that overlook the fact that you’ve got absolutely nothing to your name, no family whatsoever, and a birth certificate that smells of Umbrella.”
Night Hawk dug into his pocket until he found a couple bills that would serve as a tip and tossed them onto the counter. “She’s doing just fine. Got a real nice mechanic helping me out whenever I can’t afford to replace parts or fix something on my own.” He nodded his thanks to the bartender and lifted his glass to observe its contents. This might be his last drink if he still planned on getting home without seeing double.
“I owe the guy a quite a bit of cash but he’s real cool about it. Makin’ monthly payments and buying the guy a twelve pack every now and again keeps the peace.” Night Hawk takes a couple sips from his glass, getting a taste for it.
Not half bad, a little more flavorful than the last one.
“You should stop by some time. I’ll show you around and we can hang out in the hangar just like old times.” The young Pilot smiled, setting his glass down on the counter. “I don’t have a TV or anything but there’s always the radio.”
(Source: ussnighthawk)
(Okay~
So I’ve got one thread going with Lone Wolf and we’re tag-teaming a drabble together.
Is there anyone that would possibly like to brainstorm rp ideas? You’re more than welcome to tag me in posts as well and the ask box is always open~ <3 )
Chapter Three: Today is Your Birthday
There was always one solid factor to consider when trying to accomplish one’s goal, the notion that their mission could, and might, fail. Stringing together the building blocks of life and forming the perfect chain wasn’t something you’d jump into without first analyzing the facts and data collected. Even then, there was no telling if what you were trying to do would even work out right in the end. With their new ‘Pet Project’ finally coming to light, a new life was hanging in the balance.
Chapter Two: Consultation
It was another day in the confines of Umbrella Corporation. Every employee knew what they were doing and where they belonged. This day however, was a landmark. The two general sects of Umbrella were meeting in private in a typical boardroom. The two groups of employees didn’t see eye-to-eye often but when it came to the well-being of their company, they would resolve whatever petty differences they had and derive a solution on fair grounds. Representatives from both the research wing and the militant branch were seated amongst each other at the long table. From the collective bunch of sullen and stern looks, this was indeed a hot issue.
Chapter One: Splitting the Host
Night Hawk’s birth wasn’t one that nature intended, not in the slightest. In reality, he shouldn’t even exist as a separate entity from the memories of a legendary pilot’s past. He was a shadow, the by product of a procedure gone wrong and yet his creation was beneficial on more levels than anyone could ever imagine. He was young, his mental and physical state equal to that of pre-U.S.S. employment, ready to take on the world and improve on his already exceptional piloting skills.
The circumstances of Umbrella’s need for more skilled pilots without having to seek them out drove the company into experimentation with some of their more veteran flyers. If they could mass produce their own genetic copies with their memories intact, there’d be no need to rely on the possibility of an ace showing up at their doorstep.
