04-21-2019, 10:51 PM
Garran wore the safety harness and life jacket over the uniform, picked up a walkie-talkie and reached the cranes. As the crew began lowering the steel cables he hopped on one of the large hooks and began the descend, holding all the cables together with an arm to avoid them flailing around with the wind that was picking up.
As he was going down, chimenticores emerged from the side of the vessel like bees from a hive, flying in perfect formation, and dove towards the ship. They began encircling it, and one at a time they darted towards the crew, picked up one of them, and brought them to safety on the belly of the Dressel.
It was an incredible display of skill, and a testament to the chimenticores' jealous monopoly of the sky, that by the time Garran reached the ship only few castaways remained. The wind strength though was increasing and was making it difficult to land on the ship. It was like being on a very long and heavy swing. With powerful beats of the wings Garran finally managed to stabilise the whole thing enough to safely land on top of the container. Waves were causing the ship to roll, and keeping balance was proving a challenge; especially considering that the crane cables were now long enough to be extremely heavy. Grunting and gritting teeth, Garran locked each large hook to one corner of the container, double checking the locks. In one occasion a particularly vicious wave sent him tumbling, and he had to fly to recover the cable.
When the last person was safe on the ship, the sphinx hooked his safety harness to one of the cables and called the bridge with the radio.
"Everything ready. You can lift!"
And with a jolt the cables strained, and with a sinister sound of metal the container was lifted and began ascending.
As he was going down, chimenticores emerged from the side of the vessel like bees from a hive, flying in perfect formation, and dove towards the ship. They began encircling it, and one at a time they darted towards the crew, picked up one of them, and brought them to safety on the belly of the Dressel.
It was an incredible display of skill, and a testament to the chimenticores' jealous monopoly of the sky, that by the time Garran reached the ship only few castaways remained. The wind strength though was increasing and was making it difficult to land on the ship. It was like being on a very long and heavy swing. With powerful beats of the wings Garran finally managed to stabilise the whole thing enough to safely land on top of the container. Waves were causing the ship to roll, and keeping balance was proving a challenge; especially considering that the crane cables were now long enough to be extremely heavy. Grunting and gritting teeth, Garran locked each large hook to one corner of the container, double checking the locks. In one occasion a particularly vicious wave sent him tumbling, and he had to fly to recover the cable.
When the last person was safe on the ship, the sphinx hooked his safety harness to one of the cables and called the bridge with the radio.
"Everything ready. You can lift!"
And with a jolt the cables strained, and with a sinister sound of metal the container was lifted and began ascending.