ER R1: DTJAF-060 ILLU 3by *KestrelWings

Fan Art / Digital Art / Drawings / Games

DO A BARREL ROLL.

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After days of slogging through mud and splinters and lap-running, the announcement that each of the factions would be holding a series of races to hone their “driving” skills was like a breath of fresh air to Rory. FINALLY, he’d get to be up in the air—and away from where the other daft-headed recruits and that bloody drill sergeant could get in his face. So as soon as the flag dropped and the smoke signal was sent up he and the Heartsick Harpy were off like one of the rockets in those comic books he read as a kid. The Frenchman Mathis and a few other cadets followed not far behind.

And as he zipped over the fog-laden pine forest bordering the big mountain lake that was near the camp, a few of his father’s old pilot stories flitted through his mind. Specifically, the story of how he’d evaded an enemy pilot by pulling a clever aerial rolling maneuver. His father’s gruff voice reciting the steps to perform the trick rang clearly in his ears even now. Pull back on the throttle to climb a tad, give it a twitch to the side, keep your eyes on the horizon and watch the world spin like a top. Even as he thought it, his hands performed it, and he grinned as he glanced back and saw the other planes falling behind. Then a high-pitched screech coming from the vicinity of his ear reminded him that he wasn’t alone in the cockpit. Rigel the Swablu apparently hadn’t appreciated being suddenly thrown into spinning vertigo.

“Afjdksajlkgeddoff ye bloodyidjitfluffball, ye’re goin’ tae send us into the bloody lake!” Rory growled as he tried to swat the frantic bird away and keep his craft aloft at the same time. A quick glance out of his windshield, however, revealed that he wasn’t the only one in danger of a rough landing. Apparently one of the pilots close to the back of the pack had seen the Scot’s stunt and attempted to mimic it, and without nearly as much success. The unfortunate lout was now in the process of plowing into the shallow end of the lake.

“….Fuggin’ barmpot.” Rory muttered between his teeth, knowing this wouldn’t end well for him either, once the boys in charge found out about it.

So much for a break from running laps.

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_{Looool I've never drawn so many planes before. And BACKGROUNDS. *feels accomplished* I figured that the setting would be a mountain lake somewhere around Blackthorn City, and my mind immediately jumped to Lake Tahoe. Man I wanna go there someday. [link]

Let's see how many people I can make dizzy~

Planes featured:
Le Petit Renardeau (c) *Oniwanbashu [link]
The Bloomin' Bombshell (c) *Akio-Kuga [link]
The Flying Scorpion (c) ~Wa-yewta [link]

Rory and Rigel (c) me [link]
Pokemon is obviously not mine. :I}