#HE CORRECTED MIDAIR IN ORDER TO LAND LIKE THAT?????? LAW??????????

[cosmicrhetoric]

i dont even know what to say

[gumnut-logic]

Blue & Yellow

aleatory (n.) - relying on chance or an uncontrolled element in the details of life or in the creation of art (from these wonderful prompts)

Many thanks to @scribbles97​ for the read through and support :D

Paint splattered in a rainbow of reds. The force behind the brush, the hand, the elbow and arm came down hard, flicking the blood-like liquid onto the laid-out canvas on the studio floor.

Paint.

Wet, luscious, stains of pigment, turning blank white to vivid emotion.

-o-o-o-

The air screamed as Thunderbird Two tore into a turn midair that almost…almost defied the laws of physics.

“Gordon, now!”

Virgil’s harsh yell skipped across comms to his brother deep in the belly of the plane where his hand flicked a manual release.

Outside in the howling storm a lone grapple threw itself into swirling grey.

-o-o-o-

Grey.

Not Payne’s Grey, not the subtle blue of a stormy midnight.

No, this was a sickly grey. A destructive grey. A grey that could reach out and strangle you when you weren’t looking.

It dripped. Single spots landing amongst the red slashes.

Until anger splattered it hard.

-o-o-o-

“Virgil talk to me! Did it work?”

“Negative.” The word was dragged across his lips. Virgil tugged on the yoke, fighting with his ‘bird. She wanted out, but he needed her to be here.

He had to be here.

“Discard and reset.”

“Do we have time?”

“Just do it!”

An explosion at a high-altitude military platform while they were attempting to evacuate the crew caught both One and Two into its unexpected blast range. One went down, crippled, her starboard scorched and wing buckled. Two faired better, but for a few moments there, Virgil had thought the worst.

He managed to keep her aloft and give chase to his plummeting brother, but half her systems were fried, including the firing mechanism for the grapple launchers. Fortunately, his targeting system was intact, but in order to activate a launcher, Gordon had run downstairs and fire it manually.

Two wailed as he forced her to dive once again, engines working against the forces of Mother Nature herself.

-o-o-o-

Black.

It the most appropriate. Not for its colour, but its lack of it. It shone in his studio lighting, mesmerising as a glob on the end of the fat wide brush in his hand. He could almost find beauty in it.

If it wasn’t sucking his soul dry.

It dripped lonely spots.

Black on red.

Black on grey.

Black on empty white.

He just stared and let it happen.

-o-o-o-

Their last chance was so sudden there was no time for thought.

A flash of lightning, a flicker of display and Thunderbird One fell past them once again.

Virgil spun his ‘bird into striking distance, his targeting sensors lit up the dash.

“Now!”

His younger brother didn’t reply, but the grapple fired.

Thunderbird Two shook in the wind.

Almost impossible.

Impossible.

God, please!

His readouts suddenly flashed green in confirmation of a strong connection.

Yes!

Two shook again, her whole flight stability shuddering.

“Gordon, get up here!”

And then the grapple line snapped tight.

-o-o-o-

Blue.

He held the tube in his hand.

It was the correct blue. Cerulean. The blue of skies. The blue of International Rescue. The blue of his uniform. The blue of hope.

He held it and his fingers tightened.

-o-o-o-

Thunderbird Two tipped sideways and fell.

Virgil yelled as he fought the yoke. “Goddamnit!” His fist pounded switches and VTOL roared out of sequence, her rockets firing erratically in a desperate attempt to right herself against both the storm and the sudden weight of her sister.

“C’mon!” It was one hell of a fight. He’d obviously done something to piss off Mother Nature recently because she wasn’t giving an inch. Wind and rain battered at Two’s fuselage, tossing her about, and in her weakened state, she was struggling.

But ever so slowly, she righted herself and began gaining height.

Her airframe whined.

“You can do it. C’mon, Number Two.” He bit his lip clean through.

It was slow. Ever so slow, but Thunderbird Two crawled up and out of the hurricane, reaching into the whites of swirling cloud.

Into the blue.

-o-o-o-

Blue.

It swelled over his fingers, the tube popping open and bleeding through his grip.

A hand touched his and took the tube away.

A rag appeared and gently wiped the paint from his skin.

So soft. So caring.

The rag was put aside and blue, blue eyes dipped to peer into his. “Virgil?”

That sky so far above that hurricane swirled in his brother’s irises.

Virgil opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

-o-o-o-

“Scott! Do you read me?! Status?”

The commline creaked with static, but his heart started beating again when he finally heard his eldest brother’s voice.

“I read you…-ird Two. Thanks for the -ave. No flight -bility, but no injur-y. S-me fancy flying there, Virg-“

Virgil let out a laugh in relief. Thank god. “Gordon! Scott’s okay!”

The only answer was the drone of Two engines.

“Gordon?”

-o-o-o-

Blue.

His big brother’s shirt was blue.

Long arms wrapped around him and drew him in.

Harsh breath against blue fabric.

“It wasn’t your fault, Virgil.”

“Wasn’t your fault.”

-o-o-o-

He couldn’t put her on autopilot. She was barely flying as it was.

“Gordon?! Answer me!”

His little brother didn’t.

Panic swelled into his throat.

“Scott, I have no response from Gordon.”

He brought their little convoy to a halt, keeping her in a fragile hover far above the clouds.

He didn’t need to ask. Scott was there in minutes.

And Gordon was found.

-o-o-o-

Virgil let the comfort last a few more seconds before gently removing himself from his brother’s embrace and turning back to his palette.

Yellow.

It glared at him.

“Virgil…”

He reached over and picked up the tube. Cadmium Yellow. The most vibrant yellow available.

The cap was tight and it bruised his fingers as he unscrewed it. Squirted onto his palette, the paint was as luscious as the red before it.

“Virgil…”

A fresh brush and he dipped hairs into that glossy shine. He lifted the palette up in one hand and knelt down in front of the canvas…almost reverently.

The acrylic already on the canvas was drying, all except for the thickest spots of paint.

His brush drew a line, bright…ever so bright yellow amongst the depression of the grey, the spots of all consuming black and the anger and pain of the red.

He drew a line.

Then another.

The cadmium took the red and made it orange, the grey disappeared under its opaque pigment and the black bled green.

“Virgil…”

His hand moved faster, paint slapped onto the canvas, catching the few flecks of blue that had been splashed.

A moment and he grabbed that mangled tube from the bench where his brother had left it. It was tacky, damp, and it messed up his fingers.

But it was sky blue. The blue of his brother’s eyes and the blue of their uniforms.

The blue of hope.

Combined with the yellow of sunshine, of his brother, Gordon.

It made green.

Beautiful, beautiful green.

The canvas transformed under his fingers. Where red and black tragedy had splattered a sun now rose over green fields, scattering the grey sky.

It was awkward, irregular and messy. Unpredictable, but beautiful.

Much like his little brother.

Scott crouched down beside him. “He’s going to be alright, Virgil.”

Yellow paint stained his fingers, along with the blue and the secondary green. “I know.” A staggered, indrawn breath and he turned to his big brother. “I can’t do this without him, Scott. Any more than I can do it without you.” Ever so quiet. “Blue and yellow make green.”

A hand gentle on his shoulder. “He is going to be okay!”

Yes, Gordon was going to be okay, but a broken collar bone, broken leg, and so much bruising, how many injuries was his little brother expected to bear in his life? Those moments of desperately trying to catch One, the sudden wrench to port. Gordon had been unsecured and thrown about like a rag doll. He was lucky he hadn’t been killed.

And Virgil hadn’t given it a single thought.

Too focussed.

Too determined.

“I should have realised. I should have…known.”

How could he not have known?

“And what could you have done differently if you did?” His brother’s voice was worried frustration itself. “You did what you had to do.”

Injure one brother to save another. “I…” He closed his mouth.

A hand landed on his shoulder. “You did your best. You saved me. We saved Gordon. It is what we do.” A pause. “You need to forgive yourself.”

He didn’t know if that was possible.

Paint dripped.

And the colours blurred in his vision

-o-o-o-

FIN.

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MGA Chapter 2006

Chapter 2006 – The Arrival Of Reinforcements “Heavenly Law Palace, Mortal King Palace, you all truly have enormous dog’s guts!!!” Right at that moment, a loud shout exploded from the distant horizon. When that voice was heard, the expressions of practically everyone changed enormously. The reason for that was because they were all able to feel the power behind that voice. It was a rank eight Martial Emperor that had shouted. Unexpectedly, another rank eight Martial Emperor had appeared. Sure enough, soon an old man appeared. It was another Grand Elder of the Ancient Era’s Elves, Lord Luokong. Not long after Lord Luokong appeared, several hundred thousand soldiers in green armor arrived in the sky in an orderly manner. They were the elites of the Ancient Era’s Elves. Lord Luokong had led an army of elite Ancient Era’s Elves here. “Heavens!!!” At that moment, not only were the people from the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace stunned, even the bystanders were stunned. At that moment, they did not know how to describe their current state of mind. They were all stunned by the scene before them. Although the army of hundreds of thousands from the Ancient Era’s Elves were greatly inferior to the Three Palaces’ armies of millions in terms in numbers, the Ancient Era’s Elves’ army of hundreds of thousands were their true elites. Their overwhelming might immediately suppressed the Three Palaces’ armies the moment they appeared on the scene. At that moment, the crowd was finally able to realize how powerful the Ancient Era’s Elves were. Sure enough, the Ancient Era’s Elves were the strongest power in the Holy Land of Martialism. They were an existence that the Three Palaces could not compare with. Not to mention the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace, even if the Underworld Palace were to join hands with them, they would likely not be a match for the Ancient Era’s Elves. “It’s over. The Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace’s decision this time around was truly a mistake.” “Making Chu Feng an enemy was their greatest mistake. Likely, they will suffer a calamity today.” After the Underworld Palace joined the battle, the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace had already entered a disadvantaged state And now, the Ancient Era’s Elves had arrived with a large force to assist the Cyanwood Mountain. Without a doubt, this would force the people from the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace into desperate straits. Not to mention the others, even the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace’s Palace Masters had dejected expressions on their faces. They both knew that they were powerless to reverse this battle now. Suddenly, the Heavenly Law Palace’s Palace Master shouted, “Stop!!!” He turned to his subordinates and spoke with a loud voice. “Everyone from the Heavenly Law Palace, cease your attacks.” “Everyone from the Mortal King Palace, cease fighting,” In response, the Mortal King Palace’s Palace Master also ordered his subordinates to stop fighting. Not only were they ordering their subordinates to stop fighting, they themselves did not dare to continue fighting against Lord Lianghua and the Underworld Palace’s Palace Master. Instead, the two of them began to withdraw. “Puu~~~” “Puu~~~” Although the two of them did not dare to fight back, Lord Lianghua and the Underworld Palace’s Palace Master did not act leniently toward them at all. As the two of them continued to attack the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace’s Palace Masters, they both managed to find gaps in their defenses. Ruthlessly, they managed to slash the bodies of their opponents. Lord Lianghua directly hacked off the Mortal King Palace Master’s arm. As for the Underworld Palace’s Palace Master, he was even more ruthless. Not only did he managed to hack off one of the Heavenly Law Palace Master’s arms, he had also hacked off his shoulder. That said, even though they were feeling pain from having their arms hacked off, the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace’s Palace Master merely bit down on their teeth to endure the pain without uttering a sound. “Well then, let’s stop.” At that moment, the Underworld Palace’s Palace Master and Lord Lianghua had originally wanted to continue attacking them. However, Lord Luokong suddenly arrived beside them and stopped them. “They dared to look down on us Ancient Era’s Elves. They should be killed,” Lord Lianghua said. “Lord Luokong, what Lord Lianghua says is entirely correct,” The Underworld Palace’s Palace Master began to add oil to fire. “I am under orders from His Majesty that we must not eliminate the Heavenly Law Palace,” Lord Luokong said to Lord Lianghua through voice transmission. Lord Lianghua was startled upon hearing those words. Then, still angry, he said via voice transmission, “Then we’ll eliminate the Mortal King Palace.” “Lianghua, calm yourself. Do not forget what we Ancient Era’s Elves promised Lord Qing Xuantian,” Lord Luokong urged against it. Lord Lianghua started to gnash his teeth in anger. His fists were clenched so tightly that cracking sounds could be heard. Originally, someone like Lord Lianghua would have great control over his state of mind. However, this time around, he was unable to control his state of mind. He was truly enraged by the actions and conduct of the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace. However, he was not allowed to eliminate them. This caused him to feel extremely sullen. “Everyone from the Underworld Palace, stop attacking,” The Underworld Palace’s Palace Master was an intelligent individual. He was able to tell that the Ancient Era’s Elves did not plan to eradicate the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace. Thus, he ordered his men to stop. In fact, after the people from the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace ceased their attacks, Chu Feng had already ordered the Cyanwood Mountain’s people to stop attacking. At that moment, the battle was halted. “Little friend Chu Feng, please come over here,” Lord Luokong waved at Chu Feng with a smile on his face. He knew that while the Cyanwood Mountain’s leader was actually Baili Xuankong, the person that actually possessed the authority to speak was Chu Feng. “Lord Luokong,” After Chu Feng arrived, he courteously greeted Lord Luokong. “Little friend Chu Feng, I know that your mood is extremely bad right now. Truth be told, I have come here with the orders from His Majesty that we must not eliminate the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace.” “It is not that His Majesty is being lenient and merciful toward them. Rather, there is a reason behind it. To put it simply, Qing Xuantian asked our Ancient Era’s Elves to, regardless of how excessive the human powers might act, not eradicate those human powers that had existed for tens of thousands of years, and only to teach them a lesson.” “You are a very smart individual. I believe you should understand what I mean,” Lord Luokong said to Chu Feng in a very apologetic manner. Of course, he spoke to Chu Feng through voice transmission. Thus, only Chu Feng heard him. “Junior understands,” Chu Feng replied through voice transmission. Then, Chu Feng said openly, “Lord Luokong, today, the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace have not only attacked our Cyanwood Mountain, they have also looked down upon the Ancient Era’s Elves. If it wasn’t for the assistance from the Underworld Palace’s Palace Master, they might really have dared to kill Lord Lianghua.” “As you are the senior, I will not concern myself with that matter. You and Lord Lianghua can handle it,” Chu Feng said. “Two dogs, why are you still standing there? Immediately kneel down and apologize to little friend Chu Feng and Lord Lianghua,” Lord Luokong pointed at the Heavenly Law Palace and Mortal King Palace’s Palace Masters. At that moment, in order to survive, the Heavenly Law Palace and the Mortal King Palace’s Palace master knelt in midair toward Chu Feng and Lord Lianghua without the slightest hesitation. This scene was visible to all the crowd. It was also because of this scene that the crowd realized how powerful the Ancient Era’s Elves really were. The Heavenly Law Palace and Mortal King Palace’s Palace Masters were akin to gods in the minds of the people of the world. However, these two gods were now kneeling and apologizing. They knew that this was not due to Chu Feng, nor was it due to Lord Lianghua. Rather, it was due to the strength of the Ancient Era’s Elves. Previous          Main menu           Next Click to Post