The Redsicovery, Chapter 1: The Launch

Note: This story is a revised version of the first story that was posted before.

Summary of pre-chapter part 2: After Dos’ group arrived at the warehouse, they would get an instruction from Mr. Gov to not enter the restricted zone. The group would then head out to the airfield. Once they arrived, they would prepare and would launch two of the three gliders, with the third glider being about to be launched with Dos in it.

Location: Genarious airfield, Near the city of Giav. Tavar: Leois, in the Gamia Cavar (Near present day Kitty Hawk, North Carolina)

Date: 8/21/2299

Dos sat in the cockpit, taking deep breaths. This was it. The result of three months of hard work accumulating to now.

He peered over the cockpit controls and studied everything carefully. Knobs, dials, buttons, check.

Once everything was ready to go, he signaled to Cwelie and Mauritius to start the launcher. They positioned the launcher so that it faced upward, then they both cranked the launch handle. The launcher released, propelling the glider upward towards the sky.

Dos began to pull on the yoke and eventually he was 500 feet high. After making it to about 7,000 feet he looked at the beauty of the land and the ocean. It was wonderful. As he admired the view, Dos began steering to face his glider towards the island of Crosn, which was located west of the long island of Sivoris. The island of Sivoris was a part of the restricted zone, so Dos looked at it with wonder.

Dos then started his assignment of gathering water droplets from clouds in the air. And so he went through a few clouds as the glider slowly descended. The sky was full of heavy clouds, so it didn’t take long before he had a decent amount of water filled in the water tank.

After Dos finished his assignment, he looked down and saw the waves in the ocean going against the shore like it was trying to conquer the land. When Dos saw this, he closed his eyes, his memories slipping in like a tide. Of him and his father playing together in the sand. Of him finding a conch shell and listening to the sound of the ocean whisper into his ear. The memories of the ocean were vast and great. Dos was so deep in thought that he accidently flew over the airfield where he was supposed to land.

When he noticed this, Dos panicked, because he knew that the plane didn’t have enough height to make a turn-around. It was possible that he was

going to crash.

“Great grapes!” Dos said. He turned on the radio and declared “Darty two, Darty two” multiple times. It was a signal word that meant that he was in trouble.

Cwelie responded quickly. “Dos, are you okay?”

“No, not at all,” he replied. “I accidently missed the landing spot.”

“Oh no, that’s not good. Is there a possible place to land?”

“Nope, everywhere is just high slopes or the ocean.”

That was what Dos was going to say until he saw a piece of flat land in the distance, about two hundred yards away. The place had bumps and some rocks, but it was flat overall, and landing on it seemed possible. In fact, it was the only place where he could possibly land safely. But there was a problem. That place was on the island of Sivoris, a restricted area where Mr. Gov warned his group not to go in.

But Dos had no other choice. It was either land in the restricted area or die crashing in the uneven terrain. He instinctively thought that facing the consequences was better than facing death.

“I’m gonna land on this flat piece of land that has a few bumps,” Dos said. “It’s in the restricted area, but I have no other choice. Wish me luck.”

Before Cwelie could reply, probably in protest, Dos hung up. He needed to focus. As he compiled his courage for the landing, panic tried to conquer him. Dos wondered if he would survive, or if he would die right away on impact. He quickly turned on the flaps and the landing gear.

When he reached 100 feet, Dos moved his glider downward toward the flat region. He took deep breaths as the altitude meter started saying the altitude in genitts: “50, 40, 30, 20, 10 Alfo, Alfo, Alfo.”

Once the dashboard started to reiterate the word “Alfo,” it landed on the flat surface of the hill.

Dos took a deep breath of relief as he realized that he was going to be safe.

But all of a sudden, something bumped against the left landing gear. Then the entire glider rapidly turned to the right.

“Crap.” Dos said. He had hit something.

The glider went off course and began to tumble down the hill. It turned and turned and turned, and as for Dos, he held on tight to the yolk as the glider rolled across the ground. Then it began to lose its parts from the pressure. By the time the plane reached the bottom of the hill, only the fuselage remained.

Once it rolled to the bottom, it headed straight towards a boulder.

Dos screamed when he saw the incoming obstruction. “I’m going to die,” he thought. He tried to move the plane by steering the yoke or by

turning off the flaps, but it did nothing that would change the direction of where the plane was going.

Luckily, there was a small boulder in the way that the plane bumped into, which changed the direction. In the end, it lightly hit a tree, and then stopped.

Dos sat in the cockpit, taking deep breaths. He opened the cockpit door and started to make his way out to the ground. He had survived the crash, barely.

* * * * *

Dos looked around and thought to himself: “I’m screwed.”

He was stuck in the middle of a forest, and with his plane being downed and with the communication systems busted, there was no way to contact his friends. He attempted to use his phone, but he realized that a huge crack had formed at the corner, making it unusable. Great.

When he realized that communication was not possible, Dos took out a flare from the plane and pressed the trigger, causing it to release into the air and form a bright light. Hopefully that will help his friends know where he was at.

As the flare lit into the sky, Dos observed the wreckage. The glider was broken beyond repair. The fuselage was heavily dented, the cones were all gone, and the wings were missing. Luckily, the water collected was safely stored within the battered up fuselage, so he was relieved that at least the research material wasn’t destroyed.

Dos started to look around the place that he had crash-landed. It was mostly isolated and filled with decently sized pine trees. There was no trace of human civilization anywhere, as if humans had never touched this place, and that he was the first pioneer.

Dos decided to stay where he was at. He didn’t want to risk himself getting lost when there was forest all around him. But he knew that he couldn’t stay here for long. If no rescue was coming, then he would have to walk out of the restriction zone.

And so he waited. And as he waited, he kept gazing at the forest. Then within it he spotted something that caught his eye.

There was a protruding mass that was square in shape and had a brownish gray color. Curious, Dos walked closer to it. When he reached it, he saw that the square-shaped mass was at least 20 feet wide and 20 feet in length. The top of the mass was scratched and there were some burnt marks on it. He touched it with his hand, the texture rough like tree bark.

Dos wondered what this huge, massive square block was, and what purpose it served. And as he went around the block observing, he saw another massive block twenty feet away. And another one another twenty feet away.

“What in the marshmallows are these?” He wondered. He walked deeper into the forest, forgetting his earlier intention of staying away from it in the first place. As he delved deeper, there were more of these identical-looking base foundations, and they seemed to be lined up perfectly, so that there was an equal number of spaces between each foundation. From just looking at it, Dos guessed that this place wasn’t natural. It was more artificial. It wasn’t possible

that these formations could be naturally made. It was just too precise.

Dos then stepped on something that felt like solid metal. When he uncovered what was below it, he saw a rusty metal plate that had faded letters and numbers etched onto it. Below the letters and symbols were two words that Dos didn’t recognize: North Carolina.

Dos wondered what this meant. What was North Carolina? He knew that it wasn’t any city name that he knew, nor was it any tavar or cavar name. Maybe it was the name of a person, but he wasn’t sure. He put the plate back where it was at and looked at the stone foundations again.

Dos then wondered, why was this in the restricted zone? Was this a part of some project that the government was working on, and that he wasn’t allowed to see it?

Before Dos could further think about this matter, a helicopter flew over the sky. Search and rescue had arrived. Not wanting to be seen here, Dos ran back to the wreck of his glider, where the chopper was starting to land nearby.

To be continued.