Kia Ora, Bro [Rhys and up to 2 others]

[Nathan Whyte]

Country: New Zealand
Area/Setting: Various places, but starting with Ardmore Airbase, Auckland, North Island
(be descriptive please)

Current Time: 1453
Weather Conditions: Sunny, with a light cloud cover.

Nathan gently nudged the rudder pedals of his Albermarle Transport as the great plane descended through the clouds over an Auckland drenched in the summer sunshine. Nathan slipped a pair of tinted glasses on to counter the glare as he started talking to air traffic control. "Air Traffic Control, this is November zero-three-four. Are we clear for landing?" Over the radio, a voice crackled, one very familiar to the Flight Sergeant.
"You are clear for your descent, November. Welcome home!" The two Knights in the front of the plane exchanged grins as the plane banked around the runway, preparing to land. Since the outbreak of war, their had been little to no chance of getting home, but by a clerical error, or at least Jack insisted it had been, they had both simultaneously been scheduled two months of leave. The message that they were coming back to New Zealand had quickly spread through the Allied bases, and now five men were eager to spread their legs after several days of flying, interrupted by a brief stopover in the USA.

The plane landed with a bump and taxied along the tarmac of the runway. Outside, a pair of four-by-fours drove over along with a ground crew and a government vehicle. The only way they had managed to secure the permission to get down to Aoteoroa was by carrying some vital intelligence down to spread out Empire. Nathan turned off the ignition of the planes engines as he pointed out a familiar mud coated Jeep to his brother and a lean, tanned man sat behind the wheel. Nathan slipped off his flying gloves and hat as he walked down the deffinate slope of the planes fuselage to the trio sat in the back. "Well guys, welcome to New Zealand!"

The door of the plane opened and a General of some sorts stepped into the plane, balancing himself on the frame of the door, his hat hanging over the holstered pistol at his waist, reflecting the laid back and casual attitude of all New Zealanders. Nathan reached into a securely locked locker at the top of the plane and handed over a thick envelope to the soldier. The man ensured the envelopes seal was intact before walking off back to the waiting automobile. "Nice guy..." Nathan remarked as he stuck his head out of the door, glad to have some fresh air after sharing hours of Rhys's flatulence. Thea airodrome was as he had left it several years earlier, grass an unbeliveably lush shade of green, the sky a deep blue, the Hunua ranges in the background dominating the skyline in one direction, the island volcano of Rangitoto doing the same on the opposite. The Flight Sergeant let out a sigh. It was good to be home.

[riley]

"Air Traffic Control, this is November zero-three-four. Are we clear for landing?" Riley rubbed his eyes quite a bit as he had finally awoken from his slumber on the long trip over to New Zealand. Flight Sergeant had been so kind enough to invite Rhys, Riley, and one other as well as bringing along his brother to the grand country. Riley took both his hands and just scraped them down his face, in a desperate attempt to wake himself up so he could actually comprehend the beauty that is New Zealand. "You are clear for your descent, November. Welcome home!" A voice crackled over the radio. "Finally. The best part of the trip. Landing. Not to be rude, but I'm not sure if I want to be doing this again anytime soon. I coulda been drunk right now downtown Chicago if I really want to."

The plane had landed with a bump, startling Riley almost throwing him out of his seat, but he regained his balance in the seat, forgetting that he had unbuckled his seat belt about a fourth into the flight. The darn things always got a bit irritating after a while, restricting his waist and all. Made him all itchy. The long journey had taken several days, and resulted in a rather easy way to bond...or just grow bitter and disgusted and angered with one another. God knows how many times one of them had awoken grumpy from a nap.

Nathan pulled off his flight gloves and walked down the fuselage to where his "guests" were sitting. "Well guys, welcome to New Zealand!" Riley had been looking out the window for a quite a while now and grinned at the the Flight Sergeant. "Wouldn't mind growing up here myself. The place is a beaut Nate. Thanks for the trip, at least now I won't have to pay for airfare just to visit the place..." As Nathan handed an envelope from a secured locker to a tanned General or something along those lines, Riley began to grow curious but shrugged it off.

Riley pulled himself up from his seat, which was quite a struggle as he was still a bit tired and sore from the trip, and made his way down the aisle as well, climbing out of the plane and staring in awe at the New Zealand landscape. He stared at the lush green grass, the azure sky, the Hunua mountain ranges in the distance, and an island volcano, Rangitiot. Riley's jaw dropped in awe as he began to breathe in the fresh air. Just as he was about to compliment the place again he brought his hands to his back in pain. "Argh! My backs killing me man!"

[Rhys Bevan]

Rhys stepped from the battered old plane and stretched his stiff arms as best he could without actually hitting one of the other passengers. Nathan had invited him on a trip to the kiwi's homeland and Rhys couldn't pass up the opportunity to insult the small country. But, as he stepped onto New Zealand soil, even he was finding it hard to say anything particularly biting about the land. It was beautiful, he had to admit that. He stood there, gazing at the landscape for a few seconds, before returning to his original plan.

"Nice place you've got here," he sniffed. "Quite a lot like Australia, isn't it, just...not as pretty,"

Rhys grinned and clapped the kiwi on the back.

"Just jesting, mate," he said, putting on a pathetic exscuse of an Oceanian accent, before reverting back to his own semi-Welsh lilt. "Although, you obviously don't have much self-esteem over your country, do you? Your anthem's "God save New Zealand" so, you're obviously confident that someone's gonna try and blow it up and God must intervene. Although, as I said earlier, he'd probably be in Australia, because, you know, it's prettier,"

Suddenly, Riley let out a yell of pain and brought his hands to the small of his back.

"My back is killing me, man!" he yelled out, in his American twang. Rhys observed jokingly.

"Thou shalt not use the lord's name in vain," he tutted to himself. "Sorry about that, Shawn, looks like the Almighty hit the wrong bloke,"

Despite this, Rhys went over to check whether the American was alright. He was almost certain it was merely back-ache but they were in New Zealand. Anything could happen.

[robertgreen]

Robert was sitting on the plane facing Rhys Bevan and Lt. Riley was sitting across from him as well. Riley didn't seem to like flying much.
He had come out of his seat when they landed with a bump. He had managed to regain his balance and sit back down.

Nathan who had been flying the plane came into the back and said. 'Well guys, welcome to New Zealand!'.

Then the door opened and a General of some sorts stepped in and held on to the door frame to balance himself. Nathan pulled an envelope out of a securely locked locker and gave it to the General. His only comment was 'Nice guy...' he then stuck his head out the door and his body then followed.

Riley was the next to leave and Robert noticed his Jaw drop as he saw the sight that was all around him. He then complained about his back hurting.

'Thou shalt not use the lord's name in vain,Sorry about that, Shawn, looks like the Almighty hit the wrong bloke,' Rhys joked. Rob grinned at this and stood up. He waited for Rhys to leave the door.

Then Rob stepped out of the plane. The sight that met his eyes was one of the most picturesque landscape's he had evver seen. He looked around in awe.

'Nath!' he shouted, 'Nice plave you've got here!'

[Nathan Whyte]

OOC: I'm going to have to do a wee bit of god-modding otherwise we're gonna be stood in my plane all day long.

Nathan stepped out of the plan, pushing back a handfull of hair and unbuttoning the top of his flying overalls. It was good to be back on home turf. He turned slowly and looked at the approaching mass of the second Albermarle that carried a few more soldiers looking forward to leave. The Flight Sergeant leapt backwards as a white egg landed and bounced just meters from his feet. He looked up to see the cackling body of his younger brother bounding along the tarmac to him. He pulled the boy into a tight hug, whispering into his ears, "Kia Ora, Bro" before straightening up and rustling the twelve year-olds hair. Limping towards them was the proud shape of their father, and Jack stepped out of the plane to enjoy the moment. Their father had fought in the Great War, but all he had got out of it was a bullet wound and a limp.

Nathan called the others from the plane over as the family leant on the bonnet of the Land Rover enjoying a bit of catch up. Nathan waited for the trio to make their way over before doing the whole introductions process. "Dad, Harvey, this is Rhys, Robert and Shawn" he said stepping backwards from the throng of hands being extended and shaken. Nathan looked at the plane, making sure the ground crew hadn't wrecked it. Some of the new recruits were completely hopless.

"Well, if you guys want to grab your luggage, we'll go down to the house. Nathan, you should see you Arnie now, he's humongous!" Said Matthew - Nathan's dad.
"Sounds good, I need a good sleep after that flight. Robert took control over one leg, but I'm still absoloutly thrashed."

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

Closed due to request.


The following CP has been awarded;


Flight Sergeant Nathan Knight: 3CP

Everyone else: 1CP


~Dan