The Flight

  "Air France 147, give takeoff code."

"T-I-T-A-N-I-C-9-5"

"Air France 147, Clear for takeoff."

"Copy that, pushing throttle." First officer, Han Anderson, was an experienced pilot, 600 hours in the air. His leader and captain, Anton Akse, was very new to flying, but was an amazing captain. This is the story of their journey on board 147, Air France, heading for Dallas.

"25, 60, 75, and... 80. Rotate." The captain slowly pushed back on the controller, lifting the nose in the air. No lift.

'Dim cabin lights," the control center of the aircraft was pitch black. "Much better, but why aren't we lifting. Put flaps to ten degrees" Han Anderson lifted the flaps, and intently, the giant Type 2 Bombarder lifted off the ground.

"Air France, 147, tune heading 198, and bring her up to 25,000." This call from the air traffic controller was the last communication these pilot would have from the outside world for a while.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome on board Air France, 147 to Dallas. It will be a long one with a total estimated time of 9 hours and 30 minuets." It was a terrible day to be flying, lighting blasting, dark as ever,  poring down rain, and the turbulance was terrible as ever.

"Thank goodness we are on board the sturdiest and safest plane in the industry." Mentioned Captain Akse.

"Your telling me," the first officer responded, "25,000, I'm putting autopilot on." The long flight to Dallas was a routine flight, besides from the fact of the lighting, turbulence, and unbelievable wind.

2 hours in...

"Captain, we have a problem," stated first officer Anderson across the pitch black cabin, "The wind has been blowing at 300 miles per hour for the last hour. We are most definitely off cou—"

"Remember what we are in the cockpit of. This plane has the autopilot to keep us on course with these winds for many days."

3 hours in...

Crack! There was a loud rumbling over the aircraft.

"We are losing altitude,  we might end up in the atlantic" The alarm blazed in the cockpit.

"We have been struck by lighting! Im not sure what it did but we are going down. Once again Captain Akse knew his aircraft. He pushed some flips and switches. The under-nose part of the aircraft opened up, and switch controlled thrusters shot down. The thrusters launched out fire and propelled the nose up.

"Type 2 Bombrader, we can't go down" the calm voice of the Captain soothed the first officer.

4 hours in... 

The pilots were unaware, but the systems of the type 2 Bombarder were failing. The auto pilot, the ILS landing systems, and the heading system were all down. By the time the pilots saw the auto pilot were dow, they were 400 feet from the atlantic.

''Why are the systems failing, this is supposed to be a safe plane!" While the systems of the aircraft were destroyed, the auto pilot did do one thing for the pilots. The ILS heading systems is trained to find ground, not water, to land in. The aircraft smashed, scratched and on fire, into the iceberg.