Take off!

Who : Phil(ish)
When : When the Pehonix was being repaired
Where : Somewhere in Cairo
 
The darkness finally shifted. Phils had been having the most weirest, well out of body experince ever. Something was wrong though. He could remember the fight with EP, the feeling of speed, then...then...things were a blank. For some reason big explosions and missles kept croping up in his mind.
 
There was no feeling in his legs. There was no feeling at all. Wait a minute.....
 
Phil flexed his eyes. He could see! Howver, the image was not what he expected...
 
There was a mechanic standing i n front of him, doing something to the his nose cone.
 
HIS NOSE CONE.
 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH
 
Phil's memory of the last few seconds of his life flashed before his mind'eye.
 
"What happned to my body...." cried Phil.
 
The poor mechanic soiled himself and made the sign to ward of deamons...
 
"YOU THERE!"
 
"Err, yes, oh possein demoinc one?" The mechanic suddenly realised that this prescence could be why this ship wasn't working.
 
"Where am I?"
 
"Err....In Cario, ol foul demon of the pit!"
 
"Stop calling me that. I'm hum...Well, I was human until my mind got stuck in this ship. Why are you tinkering about in there.."
 
The mechanic looked around for the hidden camra and decided to play along with this prank, just in case.
 
"Well, You're broken. Some of your  sytems arn't working..."
 
"Such as..." Inquired Phil?
 
"Well, your lights, landing gear is dogey and tracking systems..."
 
Phil activated the Pheonix's diagnotics systems. There were working fine, but's phils mind had temporary overidden them for some odd reason. A problem easly fixed.
 
"I suggest you move out the way!"
 
"Why, oh noxious extrusion of Belzebub..."
 
Phil aimed on of the Pheonix's cannons at him...
 
"Call me that one more time and you and your maker shall get very intmate.."
 
Phil then fired the ships engines, and started to take off, rembering to open the garages doors by remote control first.
 
"Hah...and Eveyone thinks I can't fly ships. I'd call that a text book take off...." thought Phil as he started to fly out over the open desert.
 
It would have been to if not for the poor mecahnic who caught his overalls in the landing gear as Phil took off and was now dangling from the bottom of the ship, wishing he'd never been born....
 
<< Jay / Tara or anyone else >>
 
OOC : He'ssssssss back!
 
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