| Re: Hooks; let's write 'em.
The Lyrebird slid easily through the clouds, the gentle drone of her engines a subtle counterpoint to the muttering of the wind as it whistled past Corbin's flightcap. The lazy whump of the forw'd propellor beat time, giving rhythm to Lyrebird's melody.
Taking a deep breath of the cold, thin air, Corbin held it in as he juked her higher. Gazing at the cloud-spattered horizon, he rolled his starboard blunderbuss on its gimbals. Satisfied that the mechanism was free of ice, he let it lay still in its traces.
A dark speck appeared on the horizon. Corbin's eyes narrowed under his heavy goggles and he eased the throttle lever forward. Underneath layers of scarf that barely took any bite from the frosty air, a confident grin bloomed.
The lyrebird sailed into battle. |