#Robinson helicopter

[engines-as-art]

New year, new build! Here is a snapshot of what the teardown process on a big block Lycoming looks like, from start to parts ready for NDT. It’s a satisfying process to take a dirty, burnt out looking drop off and see it cleaned up and ready for testing. This IO-540 is out of a Robinson R44 helicopter, and one of the more common overhauls we do.

[zipzapzopzoop]

SpongeBob ahh death 😔💀

[nocternalrandomness]

A Canadian registered Robinson R44 II inbound for Scottsdale Airport, Az

[robinsonranch]

The interview that killed my career. But changed the industry. A small price to pay

[vivi266]

Robinson Helicopter Company R66 Turbine (private ownership)

[emaadsidiki]

Statue of Liberty is 137 Years 🗽

[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

Ukrainian Robinson R66 Turbine light utility and training helicopter on display in airshow, Limbaži, Latvia, June 10, 2023. Photo by D.P.

P.S. Despite the Russian attempts to destroy the Ukrainian economy, the Ukrainians are successfully resisting and trying to maintain normal business contacts with European countries...

[pilot4008]

(via "Robinson R44 Helicopter Art Design" iPhone Case for Sale by PatternFusions)

[kleexfly]

2009 Robinson R44 Raven I. For sale.

[kinardsevan]

this love will take my everything

(aka the follow-up to maybe, someday, love) part 1 part 3 cw: hospitalization, helicopter crash, related injuries; word count: 2069; total wc: 3264 (not cross-posted to ao3...yet)

“Can I go up with you?” 

Tommy turns in his spot just outside his helicopter, and his eyes fall on that beautiful man. Recent time has been awful in his absence, and even though everything inside of him is telling him he should say no—that they’d gone their separate ways on purpose—the other half of him aches to be closer. 

“How’d you find me here,” he asks before turning back toward the inside of the helicopter, continuing to work through his pre-flight checklist. 

“Had a hunch,” Evan answers, his voice drawing closer with footsteps that suggest he’s crossing the space between them. “Knew you wouldn’t be at work, and your truck wasn’t in your driveway. No lights on. Besides…” He pauses, his voice much closer now, and standing close enough that Tommy can feel his body heat emanating. “Anytime you have a bad shift, you fly.” 

Tommy gulps as he finishes zipping up the first aid bag after checking and rechecking it’s contents. He leans out of the cockpit and Evan is standing so close that he immediately smells mahogany and teakwood with a lingering undercurrent of lavender. It stirs something in his chest and gut simultaneously; the scent that so easily drove him insane anytime he got near the other man, nevermind when they were actually in the shower together. 

This close together, he can see the individual lines of those watermelon-pink lips, the curve of the port wine stain below his eyebrow, and how it’s just the slightest bit darker than its counterpart above the eyebrow. He swallows again as he tugs the bag off the seat and Evan steps aside, allowing him access to the open storage compartment. Tommy shoves he bag in and puts the lid down, locking it in. 

“What’re you doing here, Buck,” he asks, his voice low, weary. He doesn’t have the energy for banter or excuses right now. Because E- Buck is right. He always flies after a bad shift, and the one he’d come off of earlier in the day seemed to be one of those where nothing could go right. Every call he went up for seemed to end in tragedy, and there were too many young people not having good outcomes for his heart to take when it was already so tough to face a world where Evan Buckley wasn’t in his bed at the end of the night. 

“I want to talk to you,” Evan tells him. He gestures towards the helicopter. “Which is why I asked if I could go up with you. Maybe I can finally cash in on those flying lessons.” 

A silent, humorless laugh slips out of Tommy’s mouth before he can stop it. There are so many things they seemed to have talked about doing before the break-up, that he never got around to doing. 

“Look, Buck-..” 

“First and foremost would be that you never call me that again,” Evan states, pointing an index finger at Tommy. “It just feels dirty.” 

Tommy lets out a sigh, staring at him for a long moment. Everything in him is telling him to say no. Being that close to the one person he’s single-handledly sure he’s never loved anyone more than in a cramped space where neither of them can escape feels like a terrible idea; it feels like the simplest way to destroy every ounce of resolve he has to maintain space and let the other man figure things out, move on long enough to realize that Tommy isn’t his endgame. 

And yet. 

He’s weak, and just a man, and…

“Okay.” 

Evan grins at him, and then he’s rushing around the helicopter to the passenger side, climbing into the seat and buckling in, pulling on the headset. Tommy moves slower, but he’s in the other seat fairly quickly still, making his final pre-flight checks before he starts the engine. 

“This is pilot Kinard in Robinson four zero six two four asking for checking clearance for take-off,” he calls out over the line. 

“Good afternoon, pilot. Can you please relay your coordinates? Tower over.” 

Tommy reads them back, and a moment later, they’ve cleared him. He starts to lift the chopper into the air, and then checks in a few times as they gain altitude before switching the line over so it’s just him and Evan in communication inside the helicopter. Plus, for all the things that could be said about the fact that he shouldn’t have let the other man into the chopper with him, he can’t exactly complain. Evan has always understood when he just needs time to be in the air; time to get out of his head. 

He doesn’t have a destination in mind as they move further into airspace. He keeps them at an even altitude, flying further inland over Los Angeles. Roughly twenty minutes pass before Evan finally speaks. 

“So I think you made a mistake,” Evan comments. “Actually, I think you’re an idiot, but that’s neither here nor there.” 

Tommy shoots a glance in his direction, raising his eyebrows at him. “Excuse me?” 

“Yeah,” Evan replies through the headset. “You ended things prematurely. A-and don’t get me wrong, I jumped the gun as I’m prone to do. But you got one taste of a real future with me and bolted like the concept of that future was absolutely impossible.” 

“Evan-..” 

“No, let me finish,” he states, turning more towards Tommy. The other man has no other option or recourse, given that he still has to focus on keeping them in the air. 

“As I was saying. You decided all of these things for the two of us without ever giving me a chance for input. You- you decided that we couldn’t have a future based on… on what? Past experiences with other people? Someone else’s statistical bullshit? What does any of that have to do with how I feel about you?” 

Tommy takes a deep, frustrated breath, glancing over at Evan again. 

“Look, you’re unsure of-..” 

“Okay, seriously? Stop,” Evan states, the lightness in his tone gone. Finally, Tommy thinks. The reality is sinking in. 

“I’m not a fucking child,” Evan growls at him. “Maybe I figured out I was bisexual a few months ago instead of years ago, but I know how it feels to fall in love with someone. A-and okay, maybe I should’ve considered my words more wisely that night, b-but the points were all still there.” 

“Really?” Tommy asks, looking over at him again, eyebrows raised. HIs tone is judgmental, challenging. “They were?” 

“Something else you have to complain about, about what I said,” Evan asks him in an accusatory tone. 

“Oh I don’t know, Evan. You asked me to move into your loft when I own my home,” Tommy tells him. “A house, with a two stall garage and three bedrooms. A car lift, and enough room to spar. Where was all of that going to go?” 

“S-so I jumped the gun!” Evan argues. “Sue me! I was excited, a-and-..” 

“And you were talking about my sexuality like I’m some kind of trailblazer for gay people,” Tommy counters. “You think I sound crazy for telling you that you’re still figuring things out when you were throwing moving in together, engagement and marriage at me ten seconds after telling me that our mutual ex was “transformative” for you.” He pauses for a second, as though the thought only occurs to him afterward. “Oh, at least until me.” 

“And I meant every damn word,” Evan tells him. “I didn’t tell you I wanted those things because I didn’t understand the concept of what I was asking, or because I need to go fuck other people to figure myself out, Tommy. I said the relationship was transformative because it was. A-Abby… Abby made me want to get my shit together and stop making reckless choices to sleep with anything that moved just to get some kind of validation.” 

Tommy’s expression softens just a little as he looks over at Evan, hears him explain his actions. Evan sinks back against the seat slightly, his own resolve folding under the honesty of everything he’s saying. 

“W-when I said until you, it didn’t have a damn thing to do with your gender or my sexuality,” he rasps. “It was because for the first time in my life, I realized that I didn’t want to wake up next to anyone else for the rest of my life. I didn’t- I didn’t-..” 

“You said you admired me,” Tommy tells him, although his tone is much softer. 

Evan nods, inhaling a shaky breath. “You’re right. I did; which is true, by the way. B-but, also be-because historically, saying I love you has not worked out for me very well,” he rasps. Tommy inhales a sharp breath, letting it out in stunted exhales. 

“And you don’t get to tell me that I don’t understand what it means to be in love with someone,” Evan rasps, his voice full of gravel and insistent as his eyelids burn red and brim with tears. “I picked you, and maybe- maybe I didn’t spell it out the right way. B-but the bones of it were there.” 

Tommy gulps, nods at Evan’s statement. He’s not wrong, and there’s a lot to be said in response to it, but doing it in the air when his attention is split doesn’t exactly feel like the right option. He glances around them through the window. They’ve made it out of LA County and into the mountains. He needs to find a place to set them down, or circle back, but that’s going to take another half an hour that he doesn’t really want to wait on. 

“Look, there’s more I want to say on all of this, but I need to get us on the ground,” Tommy states, starting to turn the helicopter. He reaches across the dash, flips the channel back over so there’s communication with air traffic, and asks for an open space to set them down. When he doesn’t get a response back, he sends calls back through again, only to receive silence once more. 

“Something wrong,” Evan asks, trying to keep his concern from being too obvious. 

Tommy glances across the dash, pushing a few buttons for the comms, but nothing changes. He huffs, resolves to just get them closer to home, but that’s when all hell breaks loose. 

Suddenly, the dash lights up across the board, flashing in all different shades and blaring different noises. Evan and Tommy both shoot up straight in their seats. 

“W-what’s happening,” Evan stammers, panic high in his tone now. “Tommy?” 

Tommy waves a hand at him dismissively, trying to go down the troubleshooting checklist in his head. Evan turns in his seat, digging for the manual and finding it behind Tommy’s seat after a moment. He pulls it out and flips over to the troubleshooting list. 

“Rotor blades?” He asks, looking over at Tommy, who shakes his head in response. “Throttle? Battery master switch?” 

Tommy looks over at him, forcing a long breath out of his lungs in a desperate attempt to calm himself. 

“Evan, honey, please. I’m already down to Oil pressure.” 

Evan looks over at him and then back down at the list, realizing that Tommy is far beyond what he even needs him to read based on his own knowledge of the helicopter. 

“Fuck!” Tommy yells over the comms. Evan looks over at him, sees the worry seeping into Tommy’s expression. 

“What?” 

Tommy gulps and looks over at him. “We’re losing altitude.” 

“W-what can I- h-how-..” 

“We need comms,” Tommy says. “The backup-..”

Evan reaches for it in the space between them and turns it on, switching through the channels until he finds the one they usually use while on-shift. 

“T-this is off-duty firefighter Evan Buckley-..” 

“And Pilot Kinard,” Tommy adds. Evan holds out the radio towards him, keeping the button down, hoping they’re being heard on the open line. “We’re somewhere over the county line between Cucamonga Peak and San Bernadino National Forest. We’re losing altitude.” He glances down at the dash quickly and reads off the coordinates. “B-best I can guess is… total engine failure.” 

Voices come back over the line, cutting over one another and trying to ask more questions that neither of them has time to answer. Tommy keeps looking back and forth out of the window, trying to figure out the best option for landing, but neither is good. On his side, they have mountains, and on Evan’s, they have the forest. Both could kill them, whether through fire or just the injuries alone, and he doesn’t love either. 

“We’re under three thousand feet,” he states, his voice tight as he reaches his right hand across the center console and squeezes Evan’s hand tightly. His jaw is tight as he looks over at him, the worry and panic clear in his eyes. “I w-…this isn’t-…” He lifts his hand to the back of Evan’s head, squeezing the back of his neck. “I love you too, Evan.” 

He lets go of him just as quickly and has both hands back on the cyclic, suddenly jerking the helicopter to one side. 

Seconds later, they’re on the ground. 

. . . 

Sal yawns as he walks towards Bobby, some ten feet away from where he’s just come out Tommy’s room. He’s hardly a fan of the older man, even after all the time that has passed, but somehow they’ve found a way to work together when they’ve been forced to work the same scenes. 

“Any change on the kid,” he asks, looking into the room. Inside the room, Eddie and Maddie are both at his bedside, talking quietly from what he can tell. 

Bobby shakes his head, looking across the small circular area toward Tommy’s room where Chimney has gone to take his turn. “What about Tommy?” 

Sal shrugs. “Still struggling to come off sedation. But he’s not seizing, so…” 

Bobby nods, turning and looking back into Buck’s room. Neither man made it out in one piece, but current circumstances certainly seem to be pointing more toward the younger man faring worse. From the intracranial pressure and brain bleeds they’ve been watching like a hawk, to the broken hip, all the internal bleeding, not to mention the myriad of stitches coating his body from head to toe. 

“They said they found them on the forest floor,” Bobby comments. “That it was a miracle neither one of them ended up impaled by tree branches.” 

Sal nods. He glances over at Bobby. “You think they would’ve survived if he’d taken the mountainside?” 

“I mean I’m no pilot,” Bobby responds, his voice tight. “But.” 

Across the room, the sound monitors starting to race emits, and several nurses shoot out of their chairs at the station, rushing into a room they quickly realize is Tommy’s. They both exchange a look and then rush across the semi-circle layout, only to bump into Chimney as he’s pushed from the room. 

“What happened,” Sal practically growls. 

Chimney only shakes his head as he looks at the taller man. 

“I was just talking to him,” he comments. “A- he-…” 

They all stand there, flooded with anxiety, trying to make out what’s happening around the nurses and doctors inside the room, until finally, the monitors go quiet due to someone turning the sound off. Slowly then, they start to dissipate, and the three of them watch with trepidation, until finally enough of them are out of the way or have left the room, and they can see Tommy. 

The ventilator is gone, replaced by an oxygen mask, and his eyes are open. 

“He’s awake.” 

[theengineerspost]

8 Different Types of Helicopters and Their Uses

1. Single Rotor Helicopter:

A single-rotor helicopter has one main rotor for lift and thrust and a smaller tail rotor for counteracting torque. It is the most common design, known for simplicity and efficiency in most flight conditions. Examples include the Bell 206 and Robinson R44.

2. Tandem Rotor Helicopter:

Tandem rotor helicopters have two main rotors mounted at opposite fuselage ends, rotating in opposite directions to counteract torque. This design allows for a higher payload capacity. Examples include the CH-47 Chinook.

3. Coaxial Helicopter:

Coaxial helicopters have two main rotors mounted on the same axis but rotating in opposite directions. This eliminates the need for a tail rotor and improves stability, efficiency, and maneuverability. The Kamov Ka-52 is a well-known example.

4. Compound Helicopter:

Compound helicopters combine rotor systems with other propulsion methods, such as fixed wings or auxiliary propellers, to improve speed and efficiency. Examples include the Sikorsky X2 and Eurocopter X3.

5. Tilt Rotor Helicopter:

Tiltrotor aircraft can transition between vertical lift (like a helicopter) and forward flight (like an airplane) by tilting their rotors. They are faster and more versatile. The V-22 Osprey is a prominent example.

6. Intermeshing Rotor Helicopter:

These helicopters have two rotors that intermesh at an angle, eliminating the need for a tail rotor and providing excellent lift. The Kaman K-MAX is a key example.

7. Electric Helicopter:

Electric helicopters use electric motors powered by batteries, offering quieter operation and zero emissions. They are typically used for training or short-distance transport.

8. Military Attack Helicopter:

Designed for combat, these helicopters are heavily armed with missiles, rockets, and guns. They excel in ground attack and support roles. The AH-64 Apache is a leading example.

[bekolxeram]

I feel like no one is asking the important question ever since the pre-8x05 interview with Oliver came out...

Robinson R22

It's small, it's lightweight, it's fast, it's agile, the 2-seat Robinson R22 is the Cessna 152 of the rotary world, meaning it's by far the most popular model for basic pilot training.

Everything from its 2-bladed semi-rigid teetering rotor system, to its T-bar cyclic design keeps the production and maintenance costs of the R22 to a relatively affordable level, hence allowing more aspiring pilots to achieve their dream without breaking the bank. Due to its popularity, employment opportunities are also easier to come by. Once you've successfully gotten your flight instructor license, you can basically accumulate flight hours while earning money by instructing other students.

Please don't be mistaken, the R22 is popular among student pilots solely for its cost effectiveness. It's in no way an easy helicopter to fly. Because it's so light, the controls are extremely sensitive, some may even say twichy. The first 10 or so hours in the R22 can be quite a frustrating experience. Instead of you flying the chopper, it'll feel like it's flying you, that it has a mind of its own. Even the most experienced former military pilots who spent their entire career flying attack helicopters may feel like they're writing cursive in the sky for their first couple of hours in the R22 before slowly getting used to it. But if you manage to tame this beast, you can basically learn to fly anything.

The Robinson rotor system design also makes it very susceptible to mast bumping. (Yes, even more so than other similar teetering rotor designs) While it can be prevented by adequate pilot training (to avoid instinctively overcontrolling the aircraft), once it happens and the rotor separates from the mast, it's basically always a death sentence.

But the most important factor that may disqualify the R22 as BuckTommy's training helicopter of choice, is its lack of cabin space and low weight limit. It has a maximum cabin width of 3.7 feet, which is cramped even for normal sized people, let alone our 2 human tanks. Not only will they be pressed flush against each other (kinda hot ngl), their shoulders will be squeezed tight by the doors, which makes the overall flying experience very uncomfortable, even a bit limiting. The maximum weight the R22 can carry, including fuel, luggage and occupants, is 490 lbs. If you want to have enough fuel to last for more than 30 minutes, that leaves you only 400 lbs to spare. I strongly suspect the combine weight of these beefcakes exceeds that number.

Robinson R44

The Robinson R44 is basically the bigger, 4 seat version of an R22. It has all the advantages of the R22 in terms of performance, cost effectiveness and abundance of employment opportunities (It's the most produced piston engine helicopter), with the added bonus of a more spacious cabin, a higher weight limit (it's designed for 4 occupants after all) and less sensitive controls as it's quite a bit heavier.

It still has the same heightened risk of mast bumping, and it's more expensive to rent and operate than the R22 (seeing that it's double the size).

A unique advantage of starting your pilot training in the R44 is that once you get your PPL (private pilot license), you've already had enough experience in a 4 seater and you can immediately take your friends and family to the sky with you, no transition or additional training needed. I think Buck will appreciate that.

Schweizer S300

Unlike the Robinsons, the Schweizer S300 was designed especially for training purposes, so it's much more forgiving to fly for student pilots.

It has a 3-bladed fully articulated high inertia rotor system, making it very stable in flight and eliminating the issue of mast bumping. Its conventional but clean cockpit design also makes the learning experience more straightforward. The cabin can be configured into a 2 pilot training setup, or a 1 pilot+2 passengers one, so naturally, the cabin is quite spacious as well.

It has a traditional cyclic in the middle for controls, instead of the T-bar in Robbies.

One possible downside of the S300 is the lack of an RPM governor, meaning pilots have to manually adjust the throttle to maintain rotor speed when maneuvering the helicopter. It adds a bit of workload, but it's not hard getting used to.

The major problem with this aircraft is the giant flat windshield in the front creating enormous amount of drag. It may be suitable for training, but absolutely not for any medium to long distance leisure flying. Its range is quite short, and if you run into strong headwind, it can be veeeerrrryyyyy slooooooooowwwwwww.

Guimbal Cabri G2

Watch out, she's the new hot chick kid on the block. She's young, she's smooth, she's cool and she's from France. (Cue gone girl cool girl speech) First introduced in 2008, this bird was designed to be the ultimate training helicopter, combining the sleek aerodynamic fuselage and lightweight 2 seat configuration of the R22, but with extra space for comfort, and the stability and controllability of the Schweizer S300, without the added drag. It's fast, agile, but at the same time safe and comfortable.

Designed by a former Eurocopter engineer, the Cabri G2 has many modern systems in place to ensure the safety of the inexperienced student pilot.

It has a glass cockpit with fully integrated flight computer system. Unlike flying the Robbies, where you only have a analog fuel gauge, the Cabri G2's system constantly calculates and shows you the estimated time you have left in the air with your current amount fuel.

It has a 3-bladed articulated main rotor just like the Schweizer, so mast bumping is not an issue either, but it also has the added protection of a shrouded tail rotor called a Fenestron, which is a trademark of Eurocopter (known as Airbus Helicopter now).

Instead of being exposed to the element like traditional tail rotors, the Fenestron type is housed in a sort of window in the tail to protect it from striking foreign object in flight, thus greatly enhancing its safety.

Like all aircrafts designed in the 21st century, it's largely made out of light composite material, so it can be spacious and sophisticated without compromising on weight.

The Cabri G2 was designed to be very crash resistant. According to the manufacturer, the seats can withstand shocks from a crash with as high as a 2000 fpm descent rate. Its fuel tank is also incorporated with resistant technology to prevent a fuel fire post crash.

With the Cabri G2, learning to fly a helicopter has never been safer, comfier and cooler.

I can't hide my bias to this hot chick beautiful bird, she's just that good, but she's also very hard to find and super expensive to rent. Over 6866 Robinson R44 were ever built, but the new girl Cabri G2? Just around 300. It's very expensive to rent, the hourly rate comparable to a 4 seat R44, simply due to its rarity. But Tommy works in the industry? I'm sure he can pull some strings for his boyfriend if the G2 is what he wants.

Turbine helicopters

The previous 4 models are all powered by piston engines. They're cheaper, easier to maintain, but not powerful enough for bigger utility helicopters operated by the military or authorities. If your goal is to work for those institutions, you'll eventually have to gain experience in a helicopter with turbine engines.

So why not start in a turbine helicopter, you asked? Well, they're super expensive to rent. The hourly rates for the above 4 models are all in the hundreds, but for a turbine one, like the AS350 (the one Tommy flew to the cruise ship and to Vegas with Eddie), it's in the thousands.

Although we're talking about Tommy "knows a guy" Kinard, who magicked a whole AS350 news helicopter for his personal trip to a fight in Vegas, and Evan "trust fund baby" Buckley here. I guess they can somehow get a giant turbine one without any problem like us commoners. They're easier and more fun to fly anyways. (Faster but more stable.)

[nocternalrandomness]

An R44 buzzing around at the Hanger 24 Airfest

The R44 has been the world's best-selling general aviation helicopter every year since 1999. It is one of the most-produced GA aircraft of the 21st century, with 5,941 deliveries from 2001 to 2020. It was first flown on 31 March 1990 and received FAA certification in December 1992, with the first delivery in February 1993.

[fan-a-saurus-rex]

Sanctuary | Part 2

Plot: After finding strange unidentified tracks in the dinosaur sanctuary, everyone is put on high alert. The next day, something else is discovered on surveillance cameras and the sanctuary goes into lockdown.

Pairing: Zach Mitchell (Nick Robinson) x Reader

Warnings: swearing

Masterlist and Requests/Prompts

You were woken up earlier than usual by a distressing phone call that left you rushing to get ready. You pulled on your jeans and a tank top and ran down to the surveillance room.

“What is it, what’s going on?” You asked in a panic as you saw Owen, Dr. Grant, Dr. Sattler, and Claire look at you with confused expressions.

“Look” one of the members of the surveillance team said, gesturing to his screen.

Live footage showed the nesting site you had surveyed yesterday. At least a dozen triceratops lay dead near their nests, which were now filled with crushed eggs.

“How did this happen?” You asked, trying not break down at the sight of a decimated nesting site that had on Ed housed peaceful creatures.

“That’s the worst part…this footage was recorded last night, be warned, it’s…..brutal”

You were showed a minute long clip of something tearing through the nesting site, killing everything in its path.

“What the hell is that?” You asked terrified.

“We’re not able to identify it, it doesn’t match any known species of carnivore from any period” Dr. Grant said.

“How did it get here? Who put it here?”

“We don’t know who, but we know how” the surveillance tech said before showing you another clip from Tower 8.

It was blurry and from a distance, but you could make out a helicopter lowering a sedated dinosaur into the valley on a stretcher. Though it was the dead of night, you could still make out the features of the creature, it was practically identical to the one seen in the footage from later in the night.

“The alarms never went off, why didn’t the alarms sound?”

“Security personnel at tower 8 found cut wires when they arrived this morning. Someone intentionally cut off power to that particular sector to let that thing loose” Owen said crossing his arms. “Fortunately cams at tower 8 didn’t lose power and caught everything from a distance”

“How did they get in? The facility is off limits to visitors, unless they’ve been invited and you’re required to badge in upon entrance”

“It’s possible it could be an inside job” Owen said, only making you feel more uncomfortable about the situation.

“What do we do now?” You asked.

“We’re putting the facility on lockdown, bringing in all living assets. They’ll be safer in emergency containment than they will be in the valley” Claire mentioned. “All staff will also be required to shelter in place, security checks will be done on everyone.”

You nodded. You didn’t know everyone who worked at the sanctuary, just the ones you worked with directly. There were plenty of scientists, researchers, security, and interns that you didn’t know. The idea that anyone working at the facility would endanger the creatures living here was scary. This place was protected by law.

A few moments later you escorted to the lobby, waiting to be called upon by the head of security for your security check. All dorms, lockers, offices, and computers were being searched for evidence. You weren’t allowed to be around while they searched your belongings. After about an hour you were called by security.

“Good morning Dr. {y/l/n}. Your living quarters and office have been searched and you have been cleared. You are free to return to your normal work duties”

“Thank you” you said. You hung up the phone and walked out to the lookout tower.

You looked down at an empty valley. Where there were once dozens of prehistoric roaming about, there was now nothing. Nothing except a rogue creature of unknown origin. The thought terrified you, yet again.

Suddenly you heard an announcement over the intercom of the facility.

“All staff, please report to the atrium for a mandatory meeting. I repeat, all staff, please report to the atrium for a mandatory meeting, thank you.”

You rushed down to atrium where everyone seemed to be standing around. The room was crowded, but silent, eerily silent. You stood beside Zach, who looked at you concerned before the head of security and Claire came out.

“Everyone, we have news. After searching the entire facility, doing background checks on all staff, and checking all offices and living quarters, we have concluded that everyone here has been cleared.” Claire said “However, weren’t not exactly in the clear” she looked over at the head of security.

“We did find the badge of a staff member discarded at gate 12, however, this employee had reported his badge as missing or stolen early this morning before he left to perform his daily duties. Mr. Conrad assumed that he had just dropped his badge somewhere at the facility, as he resides here year round and never left the facility yesterday. Upon retracing his steps the badge could not be located by either himself or security” the head of security stated “However, we did have a group of grad students from the local university visiting yesterday. We keep an extensive log of all visitors to the facility, so all students are being called in for questioning by the CIA”

“Thank you sir” Claire said quietly “Until we know more about the situation, the valley is off limits to all staff, unless given special permissions. You are free to take the remainder of the day off, but please do not leave the facility. Any questions?”

When nobody spoke up she nodded.

“Okay, meeting dismissed, everyone please stay safe”

You looked at Zach and sighed. He rubbed your shoulder gently “you okay?” He asked

“No” you said. You didn’t really need to say anything more, he knew you weren’t doing well.

“Come on, let’s go get some lunch and talk” he said putting his arm around your shoulders and walking with you to his living quarters. When you got like this he knew you didn’t want to be around a lot of people.

He unlocked the door with his key code to the living area he shared with his brother. You’d visited them several times so you made yourself comfortable at the table.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked smiling.

“Anything, I’m not picky” you said looking out the window.

“Pizza?” He asked, knowing it was one of your comfort foods.

You smiled softly “you always know how to cheer me up”

He smiled at you and pre-heated the oven, taking a frozen pizza out of the freezer.

You watched as he prepared lunch, subconsciously wondering if this is what it’d be like to date him. Cute lunch dates away from the crowds of people, him always cooking for you cause you sucked at it, and just him genuinely always making sure you were alright.

You were cut off your train of thought when you heard his voice again.

“What are you thinking about?”

You blushed “nothing, just…stuff”

“Keeping secrets?” He asked chuckling

You couldn’t help but smile “maybe”

Now was not a good time to be discussing your feelings for him. Honestly, there would never be a good time. He was your best friend and your boss’ nephew. He probably didn’t even like you that way, plus you were so wrong for him. You weren’t even his type, or at least you didn’t think you were, you didn’t really know what his type was but you knew it most likely wasn’t someone like you.

The two of you had lunch and were just about to sit down to watch a movie when you got a call.

“Hello?….yeah?…..what?….okay, I’m coming down now” you said

“It’s back” you said “and it’s close…”

Zach nodded “I’m coming with you”

The two of you got up and rushed down to the surveillance room where they had live feed on the large monitor of the creature in question prowling far too close to the live asset emergency containment.

You got a close look at it. It was big. Bigger than a Vilocaraptor, but smaller than the larger carnivores, like the T-Rex or Giganotosaurus. It was somewhere in between. It had huge claws on both its feet and appendages, an elongated neck, and razor sharp teeth.

You assumed with definitely an engineered hybrid, but who made it and why was a mystery, at least for now.

“What do we do? What if it gets in?” You asked

“Security is already out there monitoring the site from a distance, they’re heavily armed, ready to tranq if necessary” Claire mentioned.

“Non lethals?!” You asked “are you crazy Claire?!”

“Listen kid, I know it’s not ideal, but we can’t risk anything” Owen spoke up “if they miss and kill one of our animals, even they’ll be in deep shit”

You sighed. Killing, trafficking, and breeding dinosaurs was illegal. Even in a situation such as this, killing even an illegally engineered hybrid could cost someone their job and a heavy fine. Accident killing an animal that was a resident at the sanctuary could land them in federal prison.

You watched the screen, your hand shaking, as the creature prowled around the gates of the sanctuaries emergency containment.

“It’s hunting….it smells them” you said quietly.

“The other animals? Or the people?” One of the surveillance staff asked.

“Both” you and Zach said at the same time.

You just looked at each other than back to the screen. Your heart was racing. Within seconds you noticed the snipers on the roof lift their weapons and shoot the creature with their tranquilizers. At least 20 shots could be heard, but the creature never went down, despite having been shot with enough tranqs to paralyze 3 Giganotosaurus’, the largest known terrestrial carnivore ever to roam Earth.

You panicked watching as the creature reared its head, letting out the most spine chilling sound you’d ever heard. It tore through the gate, ripping apart the guard tower, before retreating back into the wooded area after being shot several more times by the surviving security personnel.

“We need an emergency rescue by emergency containment, I repeat emergency rescue by emergency containment” one of the surveillance staff reported over the radios and intercom system.

“I have to go” Zach said

“I’m coming with you” you blurted out

“Like hell you are {y/n}, you need to stay here” he said

“I’m coming with you Zach” you said sternly

He sighed and instead of arguing, grabbed your wrist, dragging you down the hall to grab supplies. He fitted you into a vest and handed you something.

“I can’t use a gun!” You said frantically

“It’s not a gun, it’s a taser, the powerful ones we use to deter carnivores” he said “if I felt comfortable handing you a real weapon I would have”

You nodded and followed him out to the armor vehicles. You saw a glimpse of Claire and Owen watching you from the doorway.

“I’ll be okay” you said, trying to reassure them. They were practically like your secondary parents at this point.

You got into the vehicle next to Zach as they prepared to leave. Once in the road to the location, Zach looked at you.

“You stay by me at all times, got it?” He said

You nodded.

“Don’t make me regret this…” he said as you arrived.

It was quiet. Too quiet. Your heart raced as you exited the vehicle. No turning back now.

To be continued…

[light-everything-in-pink]

hmm

how about harley aka helly

ASDIB!Helly/Harley Robinson headcanons! (TW: bullying)

(and also, ASDIBAU refers to the AU as a whole, and ASDIB refers to the in-universe show)

•A rare case of my AU Helly NOT having—to some extent—an ability to see things he shouldn't like the 4th wall. Works for me as it would make the narrative shenanigans of ASDIB even worse and more of a headache if he did (it already was one with Modfall, as the Narrator there is his own character). Also a rare case of a straight Helly, although his general awkwardness over his one-sided flirt schemes (one-sided as in he doesn't take reciprocation well) and gender expression shows.

•I forgot to mention this but Mr. Robinson is in his late-30s at the 'main' events of ASDIBAU, while Harley is in his early teens. That means he lost his parents way too early in his life 🥲 (not the worst Helly backstory tho. The MD one had [REDACTED] his parents).

And said loss happened at the same time Robinson got the Trauma™.

But due to the connected and misfortunate series of events, Harley and Robinson got along like bread and butter, although not as stable without them.

•Local helicopter enthusiasist and loves the feeling of the wind going against his body! He's a natural adventurer and gets himself into trouble (nature or social). However, he is not yet used to patching himself up because he was used with his late parents doing it for little young him.

•His favorite cereal is Fruit Loops while he surprisingly likes a little bit of matcha. The matcha part comes from when his late mother lets him have a taste of "adult ice cream".

•Regular customer of the local toy store, always getting things from it and either tries to tinker with the toys he bought or just play with it as it is. Also the local sunshine boy and the light in Robinson's life (note the fact that Robinson is just Poli + Unsolved Depression, and it will get worse), making modified vehicles that can play songs.

•Doesn't go to school anymore because he is the one bullies always pick on. From his wardrobe choices, hair length, and even just his general personality, Harley ended up feeling despised amongst his peers, and is going thru an oddly optimistic 'emo' phase that goes "no one understands me and if they do meet me near the trees! :)"

In short, he has Trust Issues™, something surprisingly many Hellys lack.

•He doesn't like Narrator at first, especially as the later came off as controlling to his trapped uncle. But whenever he is both resting from collecting things around the attic and at the same time the tapes have its intermissions (which is night for Broomstown as the show takes place at daytime), Harley started to 'talk' (via poor Morse) to Narrator. Getting under the latter's persona was surprisingly an achievement, and due to the things Harley finds in the attic and what Narrator tells him about himself, Harley is a bit aware that:

Narrator lost someone thru unfair fates and tragedies, using the semi-digital microworld of ASDIB as an escape, the only thing he knew of the real world,

And...there is certainly a connection between his late mother's letters, Robinson's nightmares, and the way Narrator presents his semihuman form to Robinson.

"Were you just a living program, Narrator?"

"Of course, my little lily. I'm...part of a set of experiments my company did where instead of hiring a voice actor...they made me alive instead."

"That was oddly specific. But why are you so open about this, 'Narra—'"

". …- . -. / .. / …. .- …- . / -. --- / ..-. ..- -.-. -.- .. -. --. / -.-. .-.. ..- . / .-- …. .- - / .- -- / .. -.-.-- / … - --- .--. / .- … -.- .. -. --. -.-.--"

"😐 Alright..."

Harley sat down the creaking attic floorboard as he puts together a picture frame of the main voice cast of this old cartoon, and his eyebrows narrowed at the cast, especially with the crack line conveniently going between to men: likely the real voice actor for Poli, and another, unknown person.

Well, it's 'unknown' in the sense that this man doesn't seemed to be credited in any credits, but it made the brunette curious regarding that one redacted area in the credits where any sorts of a VA for the Narrator stood.

What's worse is that this...man...

Resembles his semi human form.

Meanwhile, another person deep inside Broomstown lifted up her pen. This might be too early for her to invoke him to be more open to not just the kid of the man he trapped inside, but if she is too slow with this...

Nobody will win this game.

Nobody will be saved, physically or emotionally.

The story must go on, even if it repeats over and over.

And over

And over

And over

And over.

()Will you sing in grief for a lost soul whom you loved and was unable to express such intricate emotions to, even after death?

I don't think so, at least I can't. I would rather wish this world to end already. I'm too tired, I'm too tired. I just want it to end already. I'm too tired seeing this echo of a show struggling to exist. Why can't I euthanize it with words of farewell and ending the end? Is there really a planned end for this show? Have I been running around in circles?

Am I a fool for thinking that my suffering is undeserving? I didn't want to be in this role, I never wanted to. But the power of actions overpower the power of words, and something is wrong about each and every action he takes, we take, everyone takes.

If only I let go all those years ago, then I wouldn't have to bear seeing the echo if his face again...but a part of me longed to be with him again...

One way or another.

And I won't let her get in the way again.

Maybe the boy in green has a point: I was running around in circles. But what I did has no reversal; it never have in the first place. I don't even understood what it was that I can do, and to think I have it all is quite pathetic of myself.

All I did was ending up making psyches rot inside this glitched little show!

So...

Can I sing a song of grief, for my love that have no one to feel?

No; I do not deserve affection.

I never did.()

<>Please...let go of me.<>

[dertaglichedan]

She said yes! Man uses helicopter flight to propose

On Sunday, 1 December Robinson R44 helicopter SP-ORP lifted off from Bydgoszcz, Poland with three people on board. With pilot Jacek at the controls and passengers Alexander and Oliwia in the rear seat, only two of the three people knew just how special this flight would be. 

Alexander had contacted Jacek at the beginning of September with an idea for a flight path marriage proposal. Keeping airspace restrictions and other traffic in mind, Jacek crafted a flight plan that kept them clear of busy areas. 

A subtle signal

When the big day arrived, Oliwia and Alexander climbed into the back of the helicopter and Jacek took off. Once clear of the airport area, about 15 minutes into the flight, the real work began. The “MARRY ME” message and heart drawing took just over an hour to complete.

After he had finished, Jacek gave Alexander a subtle signal and Alexander asked Oliwia to check their flight path on Flightradar24. As she pulled up the flight on her phone, he pulled out the ring. 

And we’re thrilled to report she said yes!

Alexander had contacted Jacek at the beginning of September with an idea for a flight path marriage proposal. Keeping airspace restrictions and other traffic in mind, Jacek crafted a flight plan that kept them clear of busy areas. 

A subtle signal

When the big day arrived, Oliwia and Alexander climbed into the back of the helicopter and Jacek took off. Once clear of the airport area, about 15 minutes into the flight, the real work began. The “MARRY ME” message and heart drawing took just over an hour to complete.

After he had finished, Jacek gave Alexander a subtle signal and Alexander asked Oliwia to check their flight path on Flightradar24. As she pulled up the flight on her phone, he pulled out the ring. 

And we’re thrilled to report she said yes!

Alexander had contacted Jacek at the beginning of September with an idea for a flight path marriage proposal. Keeping airspace restrictions and other traffic in mind, Jacek crafted a flight plan that kept them clear of busy areas. 

A subtle signal

When the big day arrived, Oliwia and Alexander climbed into the back of the helicopter and Jacek took off. Once clear of the airport area, about 15 minutes into the flight, the real work began. The “MARRY ME” message and heart drawing took just over an hour to complete.

After he had finished, Jacek gave Alexander a subtle signal and Alexander asked Oliwia to check their flight path on Flightradar24. As she pulled up the flight on her phone, he pulled out the ring. 

And we’re thrilled to report she said yes!

Congratulations to the happy couple!