Post by Batman on Apr 27, 2012 0:54:00 GMT -4
British Columbia, the Canadian Rockies:
Snowy peaks, populated solely by the forests that grew along them, jutted out from the horizon as Batman banked the plane. From behind his cockpit's tinted canopy, Batman surveyed the pure white landscape below him with a careful eye, taking into account everything about this new battlefield where he would have to fight. There were slopes of rolling snow, thickets of conifer trees and bushes that packed the mountainsides, and frozen lakes that glinted in the sun. It was almost a serene picture, to be flying a thousand feet over the Canadian Rockies, but Batman wasn't just watching the scenery. In his head, the Dark Knight was considering the terrain for his mission; double-checking the routes of exit he could use, and taking note of any locations that might be beneficial for him later. He was performing a reconnaissance run, studying the battleground, and the beauty of the view was lost on the masked avenger. Only the mission and its needs occupied his mind, and nothing else besides that mattered to him.
He could be anywhere, thought Batman, as he pushed the plane's yoke down and began executing a gentle descent. The jet-black Batplane let out a soft hiss as its nose tipped, and the mountains below seemed to enlarge as Batman lowered his altitude. With another calculated adjustment of the plane's pitch, the Batplane quickly settled into its new height, rocking slightly against the winds that hammered on the outer fuselage of the craft. Once Batman was satisfied with this, he flipped the autopilot switch on and headed behind for the cargo bay of the plane. While the autopilot computer systems handled the smooth flying, Batman had some preparations to make before his feet hit the snow beneath.
In the cargo bay of the Batplane was an arsenal of weapons and equipment at the Dark Knight's disposal. Batman was already wearing a pale-white Batsuit that was modified for arctic conditions, but there were other tools that he required for the job. The plan called for a quick get-in and a faster get-out, so the Dark Knight knew that he needed the most efficient armaments to aid him in the frigid mountains of Canada. There were the basics like food rations, first aid kits, and flares, and Batman quickly strapped these to his suit's harness. Then, he reached for the special arctic items that he would need in the snowy expanse below; selecting an ice axe, several carabiners, nylon ropes, crampons, and a rebreather as well. Once all of that was settled and he had double-checked the map and altimeter systems built into his mask, Batman proceeded to gather the weapons that would ensure the mission's success. Batarangs, grappling hooks, and a whole assortment of ordnance was strapped across his suit, and when he was satisfied with this load-out, Batman reached for the final and most important piece of equipment: the parachute. Clipping the parachute over his chest and back, the Caped Crusader performed a final gear check before he was certain that he was ready.
In and out, Batman reminded himself, and he knew that he had to secure the weapon before it reached the insidious hands of HYDRA. One of the Canadian nests of the international terror organization was hidden somewhere in the mountains below, and Batman knew that the arms dealer who stole the weapon from Waynetech would be heading for it. Ever since the theft, Batman had been tracking the man for weeks, before finally catching word from his black market contacts that the dealer was headed for HYDRA. The Dark Knight had little experience with the worldwide terrorists, aside from a few occasional brushes, but he knew enough from dossiers that the weapon could never fall into HYDRA’s grasp. The weapon was a powerful and potent asset that didn’t belong in the hands of anyone, much less a militant network, and Batman knew that it was his duty to get it back. It was Waynetech property, his property, and no arms dealer was going to sell it off to terrorists for a quick buck.
No one else could retrieve it, and though the Rockies were a far cry from Gotham, Batman was prepared for the mission. True to form, Batman had refined plan after plan for the job, and readying himself with the perfection that made him such an effective non-powered hero. He had been studying the mountain range by ‘borrowing’ several Wayne Enterprises satellites, and had perfected both his primary plan and several backup contingencies too. To his knowledge, the task was a simple snatch-and-grab, and there were no factors that would overcomplicate the mission. If all went according to plan, Batman would intercept the man before he arrived at HYDRA’s location, taking both man and weapon, and be back in Gotham before nightfall.
Taking a deep breath, Batman stilled his mind for the dangers ahead and prepared himself mentally. Once he was collected, he headed past the cargo bay for the plane's loading bay and pressed a switch on the side of the hull. The loading bay opened immediately, a gaping hole that exposed the plane's interior to the windy storm outside, and Batman saw the ground below stretch open to him. Nothing but white and black stared back, and the trees and lakes below gazed up at him as he prepared to jump. Doing one more check of his parachute and other equipment, Batman then took a few steps towards the edge of the open bay. His modified crampons made a heavy clunking noise against the bay's metal, and when he neared the end, Batman assumed the deployment posture. The plane was riding at about five-hundred feet above ground now, and the low altitude helped decrease the chances of being spotted.
Locking his knees together and leaning forward to pounce, Batman took one final breath before jumping off the Batplane and down to the snowy peaks below. Wind whipped in his face as his boots left the bay, and as he watched the world around him zip past, the Dark Knight knew that his mission had commenced. The arms dealer had stolen something from Bruce Wayne, and now, Batman was going to get it back.
Snowy peaks, populated solely by the forests that grew along them, jutted out from the horizon as Batman banked the plane. From behind his cockpit's tinted canopy, Batman surveyed the pure white landscape below him with a careful eye, taking into account everything about this new battlefield where he would have to fight. There were slopes of rolling snow, thickets of conifer trees and bushes that packed the mountainsides, and frozen lakes that glinted in the sun. It was almost a serene picture, to be flying a thousand feet over the Canadian Rockies, but Batman wasn't just watching the scenery. In his head, the Dark Knight was considering the terrain for his mission; double-checking the routes of exit he could use, and taking note of any locations that might be beneficial for him later. He was performing a reconnaissance run, studying the battleground, and the beauty of the view was lost on the masked avenger. Only the mission and its needs occupied his mind, and nothing else besides that mattered to him.
He could be anywhere, thought Batman, as he pushed the plane's yoke down and began executing a gentle descent. The jet-black Batplane let out a soft hiss as its nose tipped, and the mountains below seemed to enlarge as Batman lowered his altitude. With another calculated adjustment of the plane's pitch, the Batplane quickly settled into its new height, rocking slightly against the winds that hammered on the outer fuselage of the craft. Once Batman was satisfied with this, he flipped the autopilot switch on and headed behind for the cargo bay of the plane. While the autopilot computer systems handled the smooth flying, Batman had some preparations to make before his feet hit the snow beneath.
In the cargo bay of the Batplane was an arsenal of weapons and equipment at the Dark Knight's disposal. Batman was already wearing a pale-white Batsuit that was modified for arctic conditions, but there were other tools that he required for the job. The plan called for a quick get-in and a faster get-out, so the Dark Knight knew that he needed the most efficient armaments to aid him in the frigid mountains of Canada. There were the basics like food rations, first aid kits, and flares, and Batman quickly strapped these to his suit's harness. Then, he reached for the special arctic items that he would need in the snowy expanse below; selecting an ice axe, several carabiners, nylon ropes, crampons, and a rebreather as well. Once all of that was settled and he had double-checked the map and altimeter systems built into his mask, Batman proceeded to gather the weapons that would ensure the mission's success. Batarangs, grappling hooks, and a whole assortment of ordnance was strapped across his suit, and when he was satisfied with this load-out, Batman reached for the final and most important piece of equipment: the parachute. Clipping the parachute over his chest and back, the Caped Crusader performed a final gear check before he was certain that he was ready.
In and out, Batman reminded himself, and he knew that he had to secure the weapon before it reached the insidious hands of HYDRA. One of the Canadian nests of the international terror organization was hidden somewhere in the mountains below, and Batman knew that the arms dealer who stole the weapon from Waynetech would be heading for it. Ever since the theft, Batman had been tracking the man for weeks, before finally catching word from his black market contacts that the dealer was headed for HYDRA. The Dark Knight had little experience with the worldwide terrorists, aside from a few occasional brushes, but he knew enough from dossiers that the weapon could never fall into HYDRA’s grasp. The weapon was a powerful and potent asset that didn’t belong in the hands of anyone, much less a militant network, and Batman knew that it was his duty to get it back. It was Waynetech property, his property, and no arms dealer was going to sell it off to terrorists for a quick buck.
No one else could retrieve it, and though the Rockies were a far cry from Gotham, Batman was prepared for the mission. True to form, Batman had refined plan after plan for the job, and readying himself with the perfection that made him such an effective non-powered hero. He had been studying the mountain range by ‘borrowing’ several Wayne Enterprises satellites, and had perfected both his primary plan and several backup contingencies too. To his knowledge, the task was a simple snatch-and-grab, and there were no factors that would overcomplicate the mission. If all went according to plan, Batman would intercept the man before he arrived at HYDRA’s location, taking both man and weapon, and be back in Gotham before nightfall.
Taking a deep breath, Batman stilled his mind for the dangers ahead and prepared himself mentally. Once he was collected, he headed past the cargo bay for the plane's loading bay and pressed a switch on the side of the hull. The loading bay opened immediately, a gaping hole that exposed the plane's interior to the windy storm outside, and Batman saw the ground below stretch open to him. Nothing but white and black stared back, and the trees and lakes below gazed up at him as he prepared to jump. Doing one more check of his parachute and other equipment, Batman then took a few steps towards the edge of the open bay. His modified crampons made a heavy clunking noise against the bay's metal, and when he neared the end, Batman assumed the deployment posture. The plane was riding at about five-hundred feet above ground now, and the low altitude helped decrease the chances of being spotted.
Locking his knees together and leaning forward to pounce, Batman took one final breath before jumping off the Batplane and down to the snowy peaks below. Wind whipped in his face as his boots left the bay, and as he watched the world around him zip past, the Dark Knight knew that his mission had commenced. The arms dealer had stolen something from Bruce Wayne, and now, Batman was going to get it back.