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An Englishman in New York; [open]
Topic Started: Jul 9 2013, 06:00 PM (215 Views)
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6th May 2013, 1444hrs
S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier



If it was possible for the world to have alternate dimensions and beings capable of shifting realities and traversing the planes of existence, teleporting from one location to the next, then you would've thought travelling from one continent to the other would've been a bloody lot faster. If not a sodding lot more comfortable. Heathrow to JFK was one long ass flight. Especially in economy. Shoved in like cattle at the milk farm, fed the most overpriced ready meal you could ever imagine (and that included Marks and Sparks) then tortured with supposed entertainment that consisted of the usual Hollywood trite or Christmas re-runs, it was a miracle that the masses didn't just murder each other by the time the wheels touched down on the concrete this side of the Atlantic.

Meanwhile those up in the 'expensive' seats got champagne, chocolate fondants and more importantly, leg room. Oh and they were saved the annoyance of a fat git slamming you in the ribs the moment he moved whilst the little shit of a kid behind kept playing with the dinner tray which invariably made the too restrictive seat rock. The distance between 'us' and 'them' seemed to get further apart with every passing year. It wasn't so much a class now, but an entire different way of living. Whilst some had hardly nothing whilst forced to work their nails to the bone, others (a very small percent all things considering) got luxuries that few would only ever see or read on screens. All because of who they were born to.

Not necessarily because they deserved it. Normally not because they warranted it. But because they were born with a silver spoon and a sodding golden ticket, they'd spend the rest of their livelihoods without worrying about lifting a finger. The rat race in its full glory. At least that part was over. Rushed through customs because of his newly adopted status with S.H.I.E.L.D., Joseph Chapman had taken a short ride from JFK Airport to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s New York military hangar and was now almost at the end of his long and laborious journey. Riding in a quinjet was a large difference in comparison to the Boeing 757, the ample leg space he had given the Englishman was the only passenger on the ride up to the Helicarrier a welcome delight.

"Helicarrier flight control, this is quinjet alpha two seven, requesting permission to land, over." The mutterings of the pilot in the cockpit brought Chapman's attention up and out of the forward facing view screens, filling with the looming mass of the New York Helicarrier, one of seven deployed around the world. It was the closest Joey had ever been to one before, only ever seeing them in intelligence reports or secret dossiers, on the television in the news or when Michael Moore screened whatever new anti-crusade he was now forcing upon the world. Prat. The in-awe expression captured on Joey's features wasn't unnoticed, the co-pilot grinning from ear to ear as he glanced back upon their quiet passenger, now stood just behind them, inspecting his new home. "Yeah I looked jus' like tha' when I first saw her. Damn thing'sa beaut!"

Joey smirked. "Yeah, s'all right."

The pilot, now on his way to landing the vessel couldn't help but comment, "All right? Won't find you STRIKE-ers making something as impressive as that!" Looking to the pilot, Joey merely grinned, "'No, you're right there fella." Patting the man's shoulder, the newest S.H.I.E.L.D. Operative turned, heading back to his seat in order to grab the only holdall he carried with him, the handle of a cricket bat protruding out of one end. Continuing in response to the pilot, his voice playful and unable to hide the smirk on his lips, "We don't like to make a fuss of blowing our horns whilst providing the biggest possible tactical target for our enemies to aim at. Just ain't cricket."

Meandering towards the rear of the quinjet, the bird shaking as it gently touched down, the voices of the pilot and co-pilot behind faded into the noise of the landing with the bulbous engines gently quietened. Joey probably had an idea of what might've been said, but he didn't mind a bit of ribbing. Sure he was a Brit. He'd have that stiff upper lip, but what came with it, was a bit of south-east swagger and cockney cheekiness that painted him in a different light to most archetypical British secret operatives. Shaken and stirred? Not quite. With the vessel landed, the rear canopy opened, revealing the main deck of the vast S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier.

"Cheers lads!" Joey called behind him as he dropped down onto the landing pad. They had a point. Place looked bloody impressive.
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The job, for the past few months had been nothing but trouble for Sebastian. Spiral, Exodus, Aurora, Namor. Four of people that all pointed out that he was a failure. Which for all the powers of a god that he wielded, made him feel two inches tall. Despite his career having vastly improved since the time when the Skrull Queen had him suspended, but for all the steps forward he was taking. He couldn't help but feel useless, sure he got a good hit on Spiral. But the clone was tricky and she would've healed up in no time. Which had been proven given the fact that she had the world on tender hooks right now with her 'killyourheroes' game. Which meant SHIELD was on edge, and so was Sebastian - He wanted to be out there looking for Spiral and instead he was stuck here playing welcome mat for some STRIKE liason officer. They were everywhere now what with Orchard, Braddock and Wisdom all representing the British Intelligence organisation.

Stepping out onto the landing pad, the long tail of Sebastian's trench coat come cloak bellowed out behind him as he walked towards the Quinjet landing pads. The newcomer wasn't too far out. Orientation hopefully wouldn't take too long then he could get back to what was important. Or at least what the reality warper was considering important anyway.

As the Quinjet came into view, Sebastian reached out with his powers to secure himself to the ground. It was already pretty windy up here at the best of times and with the jets coming in and out too, that meant there were all sorts of turbulence bobbing around. Releasing his anchor point as the ramp dropped down on the jet and Sebastian took his time to step forward ready to greet Agent Chapman.

"Agent Chapman." Sebastian spoke louder than normal to counter the sound of the rushing air currents. "Welcome to SHIELD." Extending his hand as Joseph was stepping down. "How was your flight?"
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The winds were shaped like layers of pellucid barriers, carving through the flat-top flight deck, wiped into frenzy by the turbines and dozen or so jets that had taken position atop the impressive Helicarrier as Chapman drifted from the versatile landing pad and onto the meat of the beast itself. To think this was all possible thanks to the humble Argus nearly seventy years before, though Joey doubted the vast imposing mass of a ship like this Hellicarrier would ever have the misfortune the former British carrier was inflicted with.

That wry thought touched his lips as his blue-green orbs peered about, drinking in the scene about him, watching the orchestra conducted upon the wide open deck. Engineers and pilots scrambled around quinjets, taking off or landing from the airborne carrier, its huge jets and propellor engines adding to the velocity of noise whilst boarding crews ferried about on duty calls. His Dad would've loved to see this, the mechanisations of such a vast vessel that floated on the currents of wind rather than sea was unlike anything you ever saw at Chatham.

Up in the air, high above the sealine, even now stood with his own two feet planted firmly into the deck fighting against the turbulance that was threatening to cast him up into the heavens, the Englishman continued to be captured by the sight around him. Of all the military bases he had been on, from Germany, to Afghanistan and at home in Britain, this was by far one of the most stirring, different compared to what he felt whenever the Kent-born lad walked the corridors of the Royal Academy or Thames House, but nevertheless certainly more striking.

With goosebumps forming on the back of his neck, the call of his name brought his gaze back to an unassuming fellow stepping across to greet him by name. "Agent Druid." Joey responded, voice raised to be heard and then accepting the figure's hand in a firm shake. The dossier on his new orders and peers that had been in Chapman's possession for the last few weeks since news of his reassignment came through to London. Insights and roles had been scrutinised and studied at detail. Even though the Englishman had only just arrived on the hellicarrier, Chapman felt like he knew some of the men and women already albeit in a manner of recognition only. "Cheers, nice place you got 'ere."

Joey allowed the hint of a smirk touch his lips as Sebastian asked about the uncomfortable flight from England, "Yeah s'all right, uneventful." Not in his nature to overly complain about much of anything, Chapman stepped into line with the smaller operative as the husky figure motioned back across the flight-deck towards the main tower that housed the bridge, CIC and COC, not noticing the man's rush to get on with the process of welcoming Joey into the fold.
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