Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
City Travels and Old Sol Airport. Saturday Morning
Maxamillion Olympus walked slowly down the Isles as the British airways flight landed at Sol City International Airport, first class was always more comfortable but the trip was a effort for the old man still, a grandfather and Ceo he mostly let his daughters handle foreign trips but this one he wanted to make himself.
Though once taller, still proud and dressed in a tailored suit and long trench coat to keep warm in the northern winter, his granddaughter would be waiting at the helipad for him, already hired. At his families istence Marla had come with him, his younger daughter and a trained surgeon his health was more than handled. 5’6, blonde hair with blue highlights and brought blue eyes , busty figure and walking with a slightly different gait. Beneath a smart casual outfit and thick coat she hid a augmented leg. Having been badly hurt in a crash when young, she had recent upgraded to a leg that used a servo at the knee joint to appear as life like and human as possible. The faint sound of the system as she walked was hard to hear in public. Though not like Maria who was a near twin to her daughter in face shape, she still bore a good resemblance to her niece.
Playing slightly with a necklace as old habits were hard to break waiting , a thicker chain with good sized ice blue diamond, a gold and platinum bracelet on her wrist engraved with her anniversary and wedding dates glittering next to her wedding and engagement rings. Her husband had been generous, stretching his income as soldier so what. They had been good times years ago, times they now shared with there young son back in England.
Marinalia had woken up that morning, the heavy snow was clearing and though it was cold the roads were clear enough. Getting up and throwing on a outfit already sat on the chair in corner, jeans, a warm top and heavy leather and wool flight jacket embroidered on back with “Malin” in neat pink text, and a wide array of patches from other airlines worked for. Finished with traditional gold wings of a Pilot over her heart, and a pair of vintage aviators.
Some things never went out of style, finding a pair of knee high warm leather boots, she headed out to the landrover and texted ahead to say she was on way to pick them up. The sun was low and still rising in the winter morning, glinting off white snow. The city was quiet after the big party many would be resting or waking up next to a person who may or may not be as handsome as they first thought.
Pulling up at the staff car park and escaping the busy queues and long lines at the passenger section, she headed towards the pads and helicopter where her family waited at the small passenger lounge for private flights.
Happily greeting her family with hugs and catching up on events before heading up over to the helicopter sat on the landing pad and strapping in, setting up the mic and beginning to power up the engine and warming up the systems as the Co pilot checked the radio and confirmed the flight.
Taking off slowly easing the power up and breaking free of the gravity that held the mass of complex machinery down as rotars overhead picked up there full speed and soon where cruising at several thousand feet on the short flight over to the old cargo airport. The sight of the city rising high and sprawling on one side, gave way to open ground and forests. The snow was melted mostly but the cold forests where quiet below, the shapes of a few deer and other animals just visible in the shadows. From afar came the large tarmac and hangers of the cargo airport, used to working there Marilania noticed several things sat on the runway not normally there.
Concentrating on landing the expensive helicopter and her family members and dismissing them for now before slowly coming into land on a large area of concrete near the trailers and a bright pink air racer sat on a side apron near a hanger. Watching her rotor blades and the bunch of groundies on the runway, she began to dial down the power and clicked on the intercom.
“We have touch down at old Sol, please keep clear of the tail rotor…
I'm sure you know the rest!, ready, steady.. Camera time. ”Walking out and across to the gathered crowds with her aunt and grandfather she spotted someone she thought she knew from… the race car. That was it. Followed by her aunt, the gentle hum of the servo downed by the sound of tools and machines, her grandfather watching out for the man whom ran the teams publicly side, where was that man… turning to her grandfather impressed.
“it's perfect. Should give the groundies a run for there money! ” Walking over to the plane parked nearby and running a hand over the wing tips slowly and checking it over. The aircraft was in good condition, its engine under a access panel looked good. The plane was alot smaller than the DC7 she was used to but it would be alot better for the task at hand.
Waving over to Joel and shouting over, spotting the driver from abit ago. They had a long chat about stuff and traded jokes and seemed to get on surprisingly well.
Sipping from a overpriced coffee her aunt got her at the airport, having already texted her order ahead before she left that morning. White Choclate mocha, extra shot, vanilla, cream and mini marshemmlows topped with some Choclate sprinkles for Solbucks. A rather long list of ticks down the side and Mali written on the side.
“hey, seems we bump into each other again “This time in customs flight jacket, vintage aviators with gold glittering wings, slightly different to the office wear of last time. Maybe he would recognize the long haired blonde woman who was say behind the cargo desk in clothes that suited her more.
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