Thursday, October 2, 2014

Devils Own ( A Steam Punk and Mystic Tale ) 3.2

3.2

Captain Amos unveiled the two Eagles to the young inventor when they reached below deck. It was not a winged bike but it did resembled one. Its hull frame was an eighteen oblong shaped wooden contraption with a built in steam engine at the rear to power up the forward two propellers on the folded wings. The wings were pulled back in a folder manner when store and during flight, it will expand to it full width of over twenty feet each wing. At the rear of the wooden contraption was the raised vertical wing of three feet with a movable swing operated by the pilot using a series of gears, and belts.  There were two small wheels attached at the hull below the pilot seating area and one more wheel at the rear of the oblong contraption.

“What are these?” Irina asked while she looked at the break way components on the extended wings.

“Those are flaps.” The figure dressed in the red shaded overall approached the trio. On his head was the flying head cover favored by the flyers and the goggles over his eyes. “I could dive the Eagle or soar by operating the flaps. Unlike the bike, I had to raise it manually.”

“My name is Ernest.” The red overall figure extended his hand to Irina. “You may address me as the Baron. That is my ship, the Fokker.”

“Pardon me”, the red overall figure stepped into the oblong contraption and lowered him into a seated position. He then signaled the assistant who brought over the machine gun to affix on the right side of the contraption. The gun was attached to the ammo belt that reached from inside the rear of the pilot. The aide then stepped in and attached the string of projectiles which were hung over the left side; a total of six of those explosives projectiles with fuses. Another aide was attaching the three clawed hooks on the left side before the projectiles. The claws are attached to a long chain. There was also a spring lock to release it once it was hooked on. There were three sets of it.

“How fast do these fly?” Irina asked.

“Faster than the dirigibles, but we are tied to the steam engine capacity.” The flyer sounded out. “Its experimental and we hoped to higher speed and height.”

“Do I get a kiss before my flight?” The flyer voiced out. He leaned out with his lips pouting. Irina gave him a peck on the left cheek and a hearty slap on the shoulder. He the gunned up the engine and watched the steam engine picked up its momentum before it powered up the propellers. Once the propellers were turning rapidly and constant in its speed, the assistant let off the brakes to release the Eagle. It rolled along the short deck before it reached to the end where the stern hull wall was lowered to reveal the open sky. The Eagle went over and downwards in a dive once it cleared the hull. During its descent, the wings were spread out to the fullest, and the flaps pulled back. The Eagle slowly leveled up and then soared to the clouds. The cheers of the crews that managed the Eagle all roared to life when it pulled up.

“Captain, who is the second flyer?”

“There is none.” Captain Amos replied. “No one would do it. Only Ernest was crazy enough to fly it.”

With that, Kassius grabbed a flyer head piece and walked to the second Eagle. He climbed into second Eagle and gave his thumbs up. The assistants ran forward and protested.

“You can’t fly yet. We have yet to warm up the engine.” The assistant told him. “We need half an hour to warmed up and fit up the ship.”

“Then do it now.” Kassius refused to get out.

“Are you sure you could this?” Captain Amos asked Kassius. The later just nodded and smiled. With that, Irina and Captain Amos went back to the upper deck. The First Mate was there and reported to the Captain.

“All cannons are primed and ready for battle.”

“Then shall we take the best spot to view the battle.” Captain Amos smiled.


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