TYSON
The skies finally cleared, the winds died down, and the storm passed. It was time.
Beta Liam had some of the warriors running through the final pre-flight checks, double-checking the fuel levels, inspecting the wings, and ensuring the plane was ready for takeoff.
One of the warriors crouched beneath the fuselage, draining the fuel sumps to check for water or debris contamination. Another inspected the landing gear, kicking at the tires to ensure proper inflation while running a hand over the struts, searching for any cracks or stress points.
Liam himself was at the nose of the plane, running his fingers along the edges of the propeller blades. Behind him, another warrior climbed onto the wing to test the ailerons and flaps, making sure they moved freely without obstruction.
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