"[Plones] Planetside II: VTOL Plone"
By Hexus (https://pastebin.com/u/Hexus)

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Created on: Friday 9th of October 2015 01:49:21 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 04:19:54 AM UTC


Prompt: has anyone ever made a plone of any of the Planetside aircraft?
So what you're saying is the Galaxy, Liberator, Reaver, Mosquito, Scythe and the Valkyrie. That's a lot of art.
*SkyWhale Noises*
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>Above the battlefields of Auraxis, a glitched nano-vehicle-reconstruction-bay, or "vehicle spawner" instead created a gigantic, flying hybrid creature.
>Part pony, with a human's intelligence, and fused with the largest transport aircraft to take to the skies of Auraxis.
>Its whale-like moans echoed over the area where tanks thundered down roads and troops struggled to take a large facility.
>"Ooooooooh"
"Stop that."
>"Wooooooom"
>From inside the transport itself, the call even overpowered the noises of battle and the flack exploding outside.
>A particularly irritable soldier glared at the seat next to him.
>The heavy gunner merely shrugged as the cries continued.
>The frustrated trooper flicked his microphone.
"Hey, look, I'm sure you're a swell gal, but can you puhleez stop doing that?"
>The voice outside snickered, able to be heard within itself, muffled as it was through the large amount of flesh-mechanics as it was.
>"Lighten up, it's fun!"
>Gravity changed as the aircraft rolled, slapping his head up against the bulkhead.
>Ear pressed against her side, he could hear the whooshing rattle of a rocket pass by.
>Another battle-groan sounded.
"You're going to get us killed!"
>"Nah, we're here anyway."
>He looked to the map on his heads up display to see his icon over the towering, multistory tech plant.
>Outside, the entire structure rattles as something far heavier than a normal dropship sets down, four powerful VTOL engines purring as they wind down.
>A defender using a large, anti-tank phalanx cannon swivels around towards the large, tasty target.
>It doesn't get a chance as the abomination of flesh and science gone awry is already looking his way. 
>A set of jaws shoot out and clamp on either side of the turret with crushing force.
>A simple twist, some grinding, and a very hard pull, and the cannon is ripped from its emplacement.
>The VTOL beast spits it out over the edge of the landing strip where the battle proper is raging.
>In short order, the troops stand on the tarmac, cast in the looming, mishapen shadow of their transport.
>Usually the pilot would get out out as well to assist the assault. 
>The grumpy soldier looked back at the sound of the engines still running.
"Guess you can't help inside."
>She started to shake her head, the cockpit visor above her head reflecting the light when she suddenly stopped.
>A devilish smirk, toothy like the shark teeth nose art on so many smaller fighter planes.
>He deepened his frown in revulsion.
>It was one thing for a static painting, and a totally different thing for when she actually smiled.
>"I think I can kinda help," she said, still grinning.
>He decided he wanted no part of this.
"Well do whatever; see you on the victory screen, I think."
>Did she even count as a soldier?
>Shaking his head, he joined the rest of the squad, already stacked up by the entryway.
>She nodded and watched him jog inside of the building.
>Inside, grumpsoldier took the lift down into the base proper, the interior protected from ground-level intrusion by a still-intact shield.
>It was up to him and the squad to take it from the inside.
>With everyone's attention outside, it was easy, until he rushed up a short flight of stairs.
>There, a couple of large, gorilla-like mechanized suits stood, barring the way.
>Why the two MAX suits weren't already outside was a mystery, but organization rarely lasts long n the middle of a warzone.
>He ducked back as fast as he could, his boots making a distinct clunk-clack on the metal flooring.
>He could hear the suits react, the men inside abruptly moving their heads with noisy servo motors. 
>He froze up.
>"Come on, come on, it's nothing," he silently mouthed to himself.
>His prayers were not answered.
>"Hey, sounds like someone's on the st-"
>"Bwooooooo!"
>The sudden boom of a whale echoed inside the spacious room.
>Despite himself, he jumped. 
>As did the suited troopers. 
>"What'd you say? One of those galaxies're spammin' that whale horn again."
>"I said, I think someone might be on the-"
>"Woooooooom."
>"What?"
>"I think there's-"
>"Bawooom!"
>"Forget it, it's nothing."
>The would-be intruder hazarded a quick glance out of the window to see a very distinct shadow passing by.
>Crazy ass galaxypone.
>"Sure is annoying, though," one of the suits grumbled.
>"Hey, want to head to the top deck and see if we can't shoot it down?"
>"Oh God yes, I hate standing around."
>Before the intruder could give a relieved sigh, there came the stomping of heavy metal feet.
>The suits were coming his way.
>He snapped a grenade into his hand, hoping that just once the shrapnel would penetrate the infamously tough suits of armor.
>"Wooooo~"
>"Oh wait, it's over there, this way!"
>The array of metallic clanks and pressurized sighs of pneumatics led away under the continued whale noises from outside.
>Grumpsoldier dared a peak over the top of the stairs to find the room utterly empty.
>No matter how long he listened, the distinct sounds of the MAX suits failed to return.
>In their place, the heavy thud of anti-air artillery opened up high above.
>The rest of his squad were missing, having dispersed to their own objectives.
>His, the control point, a tantalizing, chest-height object, sat quietly in the center of the room.
>He didn't take a step further.
>The cannon fire above bade him pause.
>If the continued whale noises outside were her, would she be able to survive two MAX suits and the cannon?
>He cringed, eyeballing the control point and the lift system down stairs.
>Chase the MAX suits and save the galaxypony?
>Take the control point.
>He clenched his teeth, fighting back a curse.
>"Stupid talking planes."
>He spotted a weapons terminal, recently hacked and glowing a friendly color.
>He had his rescue plan.
>The run back to the lifts went by so quick that if anyone would ask him about it, he couldn't be sure it had happened at all.
>Thoughts swirled in his head, yet no step-by-step thought process went uninterrupted by the din of battle, overlain by obnoxious whale noises.
>When he reached the top deck of the facility, he found the cannon, flanked on either side by the two suited men.
>Their suit-mounted weaponry rattled and flashed with muzzle-born light, trying to trace the wobbly path of something, or rather, someone, too stubborn to abandon the field of fire.
>He slowly walked forward, timing his footfalls with the kick and bang of the guns as best he could.
>Their backs were to him, completely unaware.
>Too perfect.
>It was at this point when the shadow of the plane pony crossed over the building rather than in front of it.
>The suits turned his way.
>It took a second, it seemed, for them to register that the one standing in front of them was not someone with friendly intentions.
>He took every second they offered to run, ducking behind a stacked crate.
>When he hit the ground behind it, he could hear the rotary guns of the suits spinning up.
>He tore a brick-like object from a pack, the prize from a quick visit to the weaponry terminal.
>Small red light on it alive and ready, he tucked the switch into his other hand. 
>C4 was nothing to play with, but if he was lucky, he'd get his shot at it.
>Or not.
>The moment he took to marshal himself, the tell-tale clank of the suits returned.
>They were closing in.
>He looked down at the gray brick, its red light eagerly promising an explosion.
>He didn't have enough time.
>They were right next to the boxes, he could hear them so clearly.
>Surprise was the only solution.
>He made a leap from cover, the guns of the suits already tracking his desperate ploy.
Everything seemed to slow down as the guns spun up, miniguns ready to flay him alive.
>The world erupted, not in yet more gunfire, but with a great whale bellow followed by the solid slam of metal on metal.
>His distracting partner in crime, the galaxy, had smacked into the deck.
>The impact made him stumble and the two suited assailants spun around to face the new threat.
>The determined face of the transport pony leered back at them as they raised their weapons.
>She kicked off against the building, floating away as engines growled aloud and sent her away from the danger.
>Still, the two suits opened fire, quick to take advantage of how close she was to the facility.
>He felt a pang of fear before he noticed red dot at the feet of the suits.
>He looked to his now empty hand, free of the explosive, and then to his other hand, still miraculously clutching the detonator.
>He wanted to say something clever as the galaxy did her best to dodge the incoming fire.
>Some working, some failing.
>Some attention-getting whistle and then some awesomely bad pun to hit the trigger to.
>Instead, he felt a pang of bloodthirsty heat as he slapped the trigger.
>The explosion ripped through the suits, blasting them into crisps.
>He himself was swept off his feet and thrown backwards.
>Rather than land on familiar metal flooring, he felt himself continue to fall.
>Tossed off of the top deck, he only had time to regret not getting a jetpack before he hit the ground.
>Sort of.
>His back sent a shiver of pain up his spine as he hit a hard, metal surface much too high up to be the ground.
>He winced at the noon sun trying to burn a hole through his eyes and dizzily tried to get his bearings.
>It felt like he was still moving.
"Wha-"
>"Comfy?"
>He turned his head with a groan, finding himself on the back of the transport, her strange face rapidly flickering between looking at him and making sure she was flying straight.
"You did a number on them, huh?"
>His head spun, but still he managed a nod and an affirmative grunt.
>The wind blowing across his face began dying down into only the gentlest wisp as she slowed.
>She quirked an eyebrow as he struggled to right himself.
>"Take it easy for a minute, we'll go back into the fray in a moment."
>He frowned at her.
>"Still need to take the control point, remember? Commander Blackweb says you can rest for thirty seconds."
>She looked his way one more time with that devilish smile.
>"But maybe we can have some... pilot error getting back to the drop zone."
>The purr of the engines letting them hang there, hovering who knew where, rattled the back of his head.
>Sore and aching, he sighed wistfully and let exhaustion take hold, if only for a short bit.