It wasn't the first time Blair had been shot down before, nor was it the last. But no matter how long you've flown, how excellent your piloting skills are, how fast your reflexes are, you never get used to the fear you feel flooding with your adrenaline when you have an HK-Aerial on your tail, shooting you down. You never forget the fear running through your veins when you fall into a system of water flooded with Hydrobots. No matter how strong your nerves of steel may be, fear always floods your system.
That's what Blair told herself as and HK-Aerial fired at her chopper. She was twenty miles from base, in a "safe zone". Not so safe at the moment though. She had no thrust to out run it, no way to out maneuver it.
"This is Williams; I'm carrying a transport of refugees, requesting back up. I got an Aerial on my five." Blair informed.
In the chopper, Blair heard the fearfully whimpers and cries of her passengers. She wasn't about to lose them to the machines. Hell would freeze over before she let that happen.
"Copy that, Williams. Back up en route. ETA, two minutes" Came her reply.
"Let's home we last two minutes." Blair muttered.
The Aerial opened fire. The chopper shook violently as the missiles missed the chopper. The passengers screamed in terror as the chopper shook with them inside. Blair struggled to steady the chopper.
Blair winced. "Damn." She pressed the red button on her cyclic. "Marcus, get them into parachutes!"
She turned to her copilot. "Help him."
He nodded and moved to the back of the chopper.
The Aerial veered to her seven and continued firing. Blair set her teeth and tried maneuvering the chopper out of ranger once more. She held the cyclic tightly in her hands. The chopper shook as the barrage of missiles attacked them. Her controls were blaring warnings at her.
Just then, Blair heard the familiar sound of two A-10's flying towards them. She could hear as they tried diverting the Aerial's attention. Blair tried to rise further from the ground, not only from the Aerial, but for the sake of the passengers. If they were too close to the ground, their chutes wouldn't open completely.
"All passengers geared." Said her copilot.
Blair nodded. "Drop now!"
"What about you?" Marcus asked.
"They drop first!" Blair replied.
The Aerial diverted from the chopper for a split second. It fired on the A-10's, causing them to evade the missiles. The Aerial returned to the chopper and fired once more. The attack took out the trail rotor. Blair lost all steering control with the chopper.
"Damn!" Blair yelled. She glanced behind her shoulder. The entire chopper had jumped.
The cyclic was gripped tightly as she tried to keep the chopper from tail spinning, but without the tail rotor, she was dropping fast. Her teeth gnashed together as she gripped the cyclic with all her might. She could feel the chopper spinning out of control. Her controls screamed with alarm as she was dropping to the earth and frightening speeds.
"Mayday! Mayday. Chopper 243. I'm hit! I've lost complete control. Repeat. Chopper 243 I've lost complete control." Blair said. She threw her radio from her head.
The ground was spiraling towards her and terrifying speeds. Sweat rolled form her forehead as Blair continued to grip the cyclic. At this point, crashing was inevitable. Blair just had to keep the chopper from the passengers she'd been carrying. There wouldn't be enough time for her to jump.
Blair looked through the window in front of her. She felt her heart stop as a small patch of forest came barreling towards her. She closed her eyes. Blair was jerked forward in her seat. Glass shattered in front of her, metal twisted around her, and Blair was swallowed in darkness.
okay, first ever terminator fanfic