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Flight and Flying; Period 5, Thursday 5/29
He was almost there. Perhaps after a few more days of digging through information on spacecraft, he'd be ready to bring them into the class. Even though the Danger Shop was designed to keep anyone from actually being hurt, he wanted to make sure that he knew what he was doing. Just in case.
In the meantime, he'd opted for something stealthy.
"The F-117 stealth jet." He didn't bother to give a greeting, just launched right into it. Strolling around the room and in between the several craft it housed as he spoke. "Known by several nicknames, the most common is simply Stealth. It's also designated as Nighthawk and the Wobblin' Goblin. But that one is kinda unfair, as it doesn't actually wobble. However, early test models *were* shaky at lower speeds, so the name stuck."
"This thing is a primary example of a craft, which by all rights, shouldn't fly. The design schematics are all wrong, and experts on aviation long argued that it would be much too unstable to remain airborne." He grinned a little, "Just goes to show you that there are plenty of things out there that are unstable but still capable of flight."
"The reason it looks so funny, and why it's called Stealth, is because it's practically invisible to radar. Over 99% of all radar signals simply cannot lock onto it, because of the design of the craft. You could say it's a very early predecessor of cloaking technology," he waggled his eyebrows slightly. "Their primary functions are to serve as a bomber or surveillance. Since it's undetectable, it makes for the perfect spy craft."
"For today's class, everyone will be flying solo. These babies are for a single pilot only. Your only assignment," he grinned wildly, "is just to have fun. Fly against each other if you want, or just cruise along through the clouds, your choice."
"Oh, and one other iddy-biddy thing. If any of y'all ever need me for anything, I have office hours on Tuesdays. Stop by at any time." Smiling, he spun his hat around backwards. "Now let's get flyin'!"
(plz wait for the OCD is up!)
In the meantime, he'd opted for something stealthy.
"The F-117 stealth jet." He didn't bother to give a greeting, just launched right into it. Strolling around the room and in between the several craft it housed as he spoke. "Known by several nicknames, the most common is simply Stealth. It's also designated as Nighthawk and the Wobblin' Goblin. But that one is kinda unfair, as it doesn't actually wobble. However, early test models *were* shaky at lower speeds, so the name stuck."
"This thing is a primary example of a craft, which by all rights, shouldn't fly. The design schematics are all wrong, and experts on aviation long argued that it would be much too unstable to remain airborne." He grinned a little, "Just goes to show you that there are plenty of things out there that are unstable but still capable of flight."
"The reason it looks so funny, and why it's called Stealth, is because it's practically invisible to radar. Over 99% of all radar signals simply cannot lock onto it, because of the design of the craft. You could say it's a very early predecessor of cloaking technology," he waggled his eyebrows slightly. "Their primary functions are to serve as a bomber or surveillance. Since it's undetectable, it makes for the perfect spy craft."
"For today's class, everyone will be flying solo. These babies are for a single pilot only. Your only assignment," he grinned wildly, "is just to have fun. Fly against each other if you want, or just cruise along through the clouds, your choice."
"Oh, and one other iddy-biddy thing. If any of y'all ever need me for anything, I have office hours on Tuesdays. Stop by at any time." Smiling, he spun his hat around backwards. "Now let's get flyin'!"
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Reno.
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Chatter while you grab a jet
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Fly like you wanna!
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Okay. So he was whooping and laughing and pushing the limits of the jet, once he got the hang of the controls. Choppers were awesome, but this was a totally different kind of awesome.
He wanted one. He was going to have to put in a formal request to the boss back in Edge. Sneaky jet!
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Once she'd reached an appropriate altitude, however, the safety restraint was promptly discarded, as were half the other protocols. "Only runs to Mach 0.92, huh?" she said, head cocked as if listening as she pushed the jet through some high speed acrobatics. "Oh, you can do more than that. Put some effort into it."
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He may have been issuing a slight challenge there. All depends upon how one looked at it.
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So she was flying a little tentatively, at first.
It was hard to be tentative when this thing just zoomed through the air like it wanted to play.
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Take it Reno!
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If you need him, he'll be over here, resisting the urge to hug the plane. Again.
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Let Murdock know just how crazy you think he is
(who has switched from singing to humming)
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