Sky Jack

A Story by Abishai100

Bright fanfiction of the 1972 Charlton Heston air-transit 'classic' about fears generated by simply bad psyche-motives for Earthling-teams.

A bright fanfiction of the under-valued (IMO) air-transit dangers-superstitions 1970s gem Skyjacked (Charlton Heston), which I think you'll like (and thanks for reading),

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced film of inspiration and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression of creative language-arts (for 'open' interest).

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"I thought this was to be an ordinary-air; boy was I wrong!" (Max, Pilot)

Friends, this is no ordinary-tale about defection-IQ, sky-jack terror in the skies, and salvaged hopes for air-transit disaster-tales in the post-9/11 Earth of incomplete-distances readings of invasion/terrorism woe, and it involves a dashing/threatened pilot (Max), a deranged Afghan-war vet on-board ('Amlan Jack'), and first-class passengers on a Euro-flight from JFK (Airport!) that yielded a special bureaucracy-flare for the teamwork 'linked' with cross-continent misadventure. Follow along!

"I'm happy-flyer (war-vet); stewardess gave me lipstick!" ('Amlan Jack')

Friends, everything on-board was peachy, for this Euro-flight from the States one bright Saturday afternoon, but it quickly devolved into anything but safe-passage storytelling, which is precisely the bureaucracy-darkness reality this story concerns. You see, this one-passenger, 'Amlan Jack' (as he continually referred to himself), insisted the plane reroute to Moscow (during that 'pesky' Russo-Ukraine War) where he intended to perfectly defect, jaded from the rest of the Western-world, after immigrating from the East, studying in the States and serving as a war-soldier and then become a vet (in-air!). This was not to be a good Facebook like direction for air-transit commentary (wow).

Despite all the 'troubles' of this special dark-flight for storyboards, the in-flight cuisine was simply terrific. In deeds, the flight-crew (including hero-pilot Max) did everything to offer 21st-Century Earthlings an incomplete-distances readings for what made transit a special, if superstitious, joy (Facebook like!).

It was Max who was first-told by the stewardess who discovered it, that a certain (unknown) crazy-passenger wrote with lipstick (perhaps the very-same one gifted to one of the known passengers --- 'Amlan Jack' --- though he clamed he lost the item) in the plane-restroom, "Reroute to Moscow, keep quiet, only intend to keep 1st-class passengers hostage; intend to defect to 'Mother Russia' for war-depression Rationalism; possess explosive Semtex device(s)."

MAX: Keep cool; let's let the terrorist make his/her own ID known (in-time).

STEWARDESS: Geez, I get this 'funny-sense' it's Amlan-Jack, Max (yeah).

MAX: Be cool, darling!

Friends, there'd been a special politician on-board who insisted that the eccentric signature-demeanor of 'Amlan Jack' cast him as the right-culprit for mark, given his war-vet 'status' statements and being gifted the lipstick which was used to make the plane-restroom note (on the mirror!). This Senator, Mr. O'Hara, insisted that Max (the hero-pilot) submit to the demand(s) and reroute to Moscow while communications for some statement between the US-government and Russia be established to determine a 'proportion-reaction' during the Russo-Ukraine crisis (wow).

MAX: Why're you doing this, Amlan Jack?
AMLAN: The sky's the limit(s) for my Earthling-age of Hell, Mr. Pilot.
MAX: Why didn't you reveal the lipstick-note was yours (immediately)?

AMLAN: That's my (dark) secret, Mr. Pilot.

MAX: What do you want me to do, damn Amlan Jack?

AMLAN: Land in Moscow; I anticipate a Russian parade-greeting, Mr. Pilot.

MAX: Damn (bureaucracy's arts).

Friends, it should come as no Alfred Hitchcock shock that this eccentric war-vet/immigrant who went by that funny alias 'Amlan Jack' (God knows in reference to what!) emerged from the very-same plane-restroom where the lipstick-terrorism (on mirror!) was discovered by the lovely airline stewardess (Shelbye) geared-up as an (actual) air-terrorist (wow). However, when the plane landed in Moscow, as Amlan Jack insisted, the Russian flight-crew assembled to 'greet' him had to execute him, (when he discovered they weren't preparing to 'hug' him as a defector-refugee but arrest him as a simplified criminal) when he tried to stab one of the crew-folk with his sharp eyeglass arm (wow). Max wrestled him to disorientation in-time for the Moscow crew-man to shoot him with his pistol (damn).

MAX (Pilot): Claimed he was Pasternak fan; simply a sky-djinn Jack (wow).