Hiding in a B-17 as the world goes to crap might not be the brightest idea, but it was Jack's only option. This system might claim to not be apocalyptic in it's message.
Didn't mean the world at large was sane enough to handle it. Test it may be, but humanity wasn't passing if he had a say.
There in the distance stood what was once a rather average peaceful city. Depending on where you were living, but compared to some parts of the world safe enough.
Now... Now the horizon was flaming orange with smoke plumes covering the few visible stars.
Sitting in the Captain's seat looking out of the cockpit window watching three of the five recently donated B-17s burn, the fourth barely more than a melted frame. The fifth only spared as the wannabe Pyro responsible was attacked mid powerup by someone with water powers, and another with guns that seemed to not be running out of ammunition.
After awhile they moved into the distance. The explosions and gun fire growing quieter the further they went. "Well, I'm alive lets hope the others got away.". Looking around checking nothing else was about to attack him, or the plane, "Well, let's check the message the system sent me.".
[USER OUT OF COMBAT
SCANNING...
CLAIMABLE VEHICLE FOUND
(Degraded) Mass Produced B-17G
B-17g Components List (Expand) ]
Looking over the list of components it was pretty much expected. Some missing, others damaged, and few operable. The engines and controls were the worst. Quickly followed by the frame itself a close second. It wasn't to bad considering what he got during the initialization.
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[NAME: Jack Goodspeed
CLASS: ENGINEER
JOB: MECHANIC
Level: 1
XP: 0/100
System Credits: 600
HP: 60
MANA: 100
STATS
PHYSICAL:6
MIND:10
Skill list:
Industrial: Basic materials collection, Basic Parts Fabrication
Knowledge: Basic Electrical, Basic Metallurgy, Basic Aerial Mechanics, Basic Ground Mechanics
System: Storage, Skill Store, Blueprint Designer]
After thinking it over, "Well could be worse. at least it's functional. Not flight worthy by any means, but I could fix it.". He didn't really have a choice. He didn't have any means to call for help. His Cellphone being burned to a crisp as he'd left it on the Fourth plane.
Selecting to claim the Plane Jack would check what he could do with his skills. Which would surprisingly be a lot. Though Limited, as Even though the skills were all inclusive. They, plus his knowledge, could only get so much.
He also needed materials, and Parts.
Looking out of the Cockpit windows he eyed the nearby hangers. "I need to get out of here, and gather supplies."
The museum had a few Parts stored away for various planes, and a few more waiting for restoration. Not to mention the stocks of bottled water, and Food for the Volunteer workers.
Leaving the cockpit, and going through the radio man section. Stepping carefully on support beam. He'd get to the lower end and lower himself from the missing doors. Upon touching ground in a crouch, and looking around. Jack would notice aside from distant sirens, and sounds he could only assume to be battle. It was quite With a slight breeze.
Everyone else seemingly ran off.