CLEMENCEAU, Christian J.K.

[CHRISTIAN KING CLEMENCEAU]

( CHRISTIAN JOHANNES KING CLEMENCEAU )

( 28, TRAINER, JAMIE BAMBER )
( GOOFY, ATHLETIC, RECKLESS, FRIENDLY, DAUNTLESS )[/center]

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Nothing but wind, the sound of wind brushing against the carbon fiber and fiberglass feuselage and wings, balancing the manmade vessel in it's throes. Accepting one man's claim to the sky, and succumbing to the subtle commands of the human at the helm.

The pilot's breath and the occasional excited bleep from the Variometer were the only thing that dare interrupt the sounds of air current flowing around the large glider. The model was perhaps, built for stunts and distance as opposed to speed, it's fuselage bloated compared to it's sibling models. For good reason, the pilot was a hair under 6'5" and struggled fitting a mature frame into most sailplanes.

left hand calmly wrapped around the stick, a subtle tilt caused the ailerons to shift and in unison he flexed his ankle, lowering a pedal near the nose of the small craft, the rudder responded and the sleek craft turned. As the movement settled and the craft righted itself with the help of the loving wind, the radio mic was keyed, "Romeo Sierra, Airfield, downwind for runway three-zero. Romeo Sierra".

Another ninety degree turn, as the water ballast opened up, and vivid white contrails bled from the wings, altitude slowly declining all within control of the pilot's spectrum "Romeo Sierra, Airfield, Base for runway three-zero. Romeo Sierra." The pilot turned his head, both directions, diligently scanning the horizon for other crafts. Particularly heavier, more powerful and more likely to mow-you-down powerplanes.

One last turn, and the nose of the engineless craft was spot on with the runway, "Romeo Sierra, Airfield, Final for runway three-zero. Romeo Sierra" A compulsory look at the horizon, following up on the proper protocol to landing, spoilers popped open with the flick of a switch and speed declined rapidly. As he descended, calculating each drop in altitude and gain in distance and as the white-marred asphalt grew ever closer to the cockpit the tail dipped, and wings appeared to be ready to hug the stretch of synthetic earth. Nary a bump as the tail wheel made contact and the glider slowly lowered to the runway, speed hindered by the open spoilers, and the pilot gently guided it aside.

The beast came to a gentle halt in a controlled half spin, and for a time was still. Waiting, or sleeping even. There was no engine to roar, and no movement. Until finally, the tinted bubble cockpit flipped open....

Christian emerged from his little sailplane a glorious man, with cramped, wobbly knees.

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