The Sky above the Aldiea (Pha starts here)

Pha finds himself clinging to the corpse of the Hound Timmerman, after it has launched the personal transport. When the Shocker Cypher was triggered it seems to have overloaded the mechanism locking it into an accelerated accent toward the clouds. Seconds after killing the Timmerman, Pha finds himself a hundred feet in the air. His grip on the corpse is the only thing currently keeping him from plummeting to his death.

Pha manages to suppress the panic that grips him when he sees where he is. Thinking quickly he assess the situation and figures out that the sky-rider is controlled by the Timmerman's gauntlet.

Now how to get it off of him?

Scan tells you that part of the glove is acting as the activator for this device. Without it the vehicle will cease to function. The gauntlet itself is just a glove. As long as the device embedded in the gauntlet stays near the flying machine you will be fine. The issue is the controls themselves. You think you have the basic idea of how it should work, but the jolt from the shocker cypher has currently overloaded it. You need to fix that first, and the corpse you are riding with is kind of in the way. Once you have the gauntlet on your own hand you have to decide what to do with the former Timmerman, dump it or work around it?

Pha has managed to wrestle control of the vehicle away from the hands of the dead Timmeman without falling to his death. The machine relents to the new pilot. Making quick work of the jammed controls, Pha is ready to attempt to get the machine fully under his control. It's risky, but it's gotta happen. The engines need a restart in mid air. If the procedure fails...the crash will be spectacular.

Well I'm already wearing brown pants and the village is already on fire. Pha thinks to himself as he tries to restart the machine.

If he gets it under control they'll hopefully have something to help with the fires...

The engines give off a hiss and crackle a few times as the energy dissipates. The screen doesn't go black but slowly portions of it fade to a dark grey. The machine slows its a accent, then for a brief moment, silence. Pha finds himself sitting among the clouds. The world is quiet and serene. Off in the distance, a flock of needlewing are migrating south for the upcoming winter, below them the trees appear a solid mass of green carpet. For a moment Pha is allowed to take in this veiw...

...but only for a moment...

Then comes the drop. It starts slow enough. A gentle glide downward changes the direction of the wind from across his face to directly upward. The back of the craft dips and as fast as the machine shot up it begins to drop down, then the spin sets in. Pha feels his guts bunching up in his throat and his inner ear spins with the machine. Looking down at the controls, Pha can see past them that the ground is coming up fast. The trees are becoming individual plants again when the first indicator on the console lights up. He begins pressing glyphs in what he hopes is the proper order to start the machine again. Pha can smell the smoke of the burning buildings when the hum of the engines kicks back in. The initial deceleration kicks hard and Pha's insides realign making him nearly loose what little food he has had today. But at what he would guess is about 60ft. above terra firma the craft halts and hovers in place, ready to take direction from it's pilot.