Moga Liberty Chronicles 17: Crash Landing With The Mohran Tribe!

The planes went on slowly, their hot burner areas surging with unbearable heat, and the steam from the tanks billowing out from the smokestack s. We smiled at the amazign intelligence of the designer of these maginifecent craft, who spent the time and was kind enough to give us them.

The craft certainly weren't pretty, we had to give them that. We had taken to calling them "Jho-Planes" Because of their bad looks. But they had a comfortable build, they had a nice construction, and the trip was gbood.

Until we noted a severely bad change in the motor's sound. They started flaming, and the dark grey metallic plating covering the steam pistons and burners began to bend nand fly off, the explosions starting to utter from the massive engines powering the craft. Eventually, one of the engines on mine fell off! I began to plummet hopelessly into the desert below our position. I tried to pull the nose away from certain death, or at the most hopeful, a crash, but the elevons remained still, the hard (Or so we thought) Alloy bars beginning to break and fall apart, the rust of my position at the head of the team (And in the most clouds) Beginning to take its painful effect.

The desert approached my craft, its large, sandy, yellow arms reaching greedily to my craft. Just before falling, I managed to lift the plane up slightly, the landing gear crushed as soon as the massive craft fell on to the sand. I fell out, rolling several times and falling to my knees in pain.