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Post by jonathonkiler on Mar 8, 2005 20:53:46 GMT -8
This is the first "chapter" of a story I started writing a few years back and just found it in one of my old folders. I dunno, tell me what you think. I know it's a little long, so if you don't want to read it all, I understand.
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Post by jonathonkiler on Mar 8, 2005 20:55:46 GMT -8
Impact
“This is White Spirit One breaking radio silence. All FOG Squadrons report your current situation,” Colonel Jonathon Kiler called over the radio comm. “Fire Dragon Squadron leader of the First Offensive Group calling in at optimal status,” came the reply of Garret Johnson, who had a thick Tleb Nusian accent. “Evil Angel Squadron leader reporting armed and ready for an attack!” This time a clearly Adnilemian voice came over Jonathon's headset. “Don’t get too excited Angel One,” Jonathon replied to his best friend. “This is just a reconnaissance mission. The chances of us having to dogfight are very slim to none. Besides, there isn’t an airbase anywhere near the target location and they definitely don’t know that we’re coming.”<br>“Are you sure of that, Spirit One?” Garret asked. “I have a feeling that this isn’t going to be as easy as you say it is.”<br>“Yes, Dragon One, I’m sure. The General told me that this mission was under wraps and absolutely no one knows we are here,” Jonathon said. “Now cut the chatter. We’ll be reaching the target point in five minutes.”<br>Thirty-six sleek, green and gold RN-25s plowed across the Triflered Sea at about twelve hundred thirty-five knots per hour. The second phase of this assignment had begun a little less than an hour ago in Cimarrinous, Zehorts and they were heading to the city of Talete in the extreme western part of Periferia’s occupied territory. The Periferi had invaded several of their neighboring countries and were a threat that could no longer be tolerated. Rumors of war had been ever looming over the usual peace and serenity of the realm, but no declarations of war had been made thus far. “Spirit Leader!” Dragon One’s urgent voice came through the silence. “We have five marks coming in from vector two-five-seven, bearing one-six-seven! It looks like a group of Jerat IIIs and they’re coming in hot!”<br>“Yeah! I’ve been waiting to get myself a couple of kill-stickers for the side of my plane,” Angel One said. “Remain calm,” Jonathon replied to Angel One’s comment in his calm and calculated voice. “We have not been given permission to engage unless engaged upon. Is that clear everybody?”<br>He got several acknowledgments from the other leaders and their squadrons. They remained on a steady course as the five radar marks separated into twenty. The coast could be seen far off in the horizon and if the RN-25s could only reach the shore and the cover of the mountain ranges, they would be concealed from enemy radar. “I’m not sure, but it looks as if they’re going to catch us before we can reach the Nostrebla Peaks. Watch your backs and be ready to engage at all times.”<br>“I thought we weren’t authorized to engage yet?” came a comment from an Evil Angel pilot. “No, Angel wingman, we’re not, but we’re also about to be outnumbered and we’ve done nothing, well, nothing yet at least, that would trigger this large of a fleet.”<br>“What are you talking about Spirit One? We outmatch them thirty-six to twenty,” a Fire Dragon pilot pointed out. “Yes, for now, but I have a feeling that those are groups of three.”<br>Not a moment later the twenty marks separated into sixty different aircraft. The five Pair-eye squadrons broke formation and formed up in a vice like pattern around the three FOG squadrons. The anticipation in the air was thick and made the pilots sweat inside of their jumpsuits. “Do not launch any missiles unless you are fired upon,” Jonathon announced. “Are you crazy? If they shoot at us, we’ll be blown out of the sky!” A pilot from his squadron remarked. “I don’t want to hear that from you, captain,” Jonathon reprimanded his pilot over the squadron’s private comm. “I know I’ve taught you better than that. Throughout all of our training, did I ever steer you wrong?”<br>“Well no, but. . . .” “Of course not. The first leader of our mighty union once said that if you will remember what you’ve been taught, you would always find your destiny.” He paused for a second to change back to the Union’s general transmission frequency and said, “Okay, on my signal, we’re gonna—” “Holy scheisse!” Angel One swore. “I don’t believe it.”<br>“What is it, Angel Leader?” Jonathon asked. “It’s the Guopailiti Armada!”<br>The Guopailiti Armada was a group of fighters belonging to the newly formed Dominion of Guopailiti, which had seceded from the Reigh Nûr Union over the issue with the Periferi. They were firmly allied with the Periferi, but only stuck out for things that benefited themselves. That was why it was unexpected for them to be involved in such a mission. “Remain calm and keep the sake of our mission at hand. We have done nothing wrong and we must do what we’ve come here to do then go home. Remember, we are not at war and we don’t want to be responsible for starting one,” Jonathon broadcasted over the comm. Jonathon finished his interrupted order and the RN-25s dropped in an evasive move to pull up merely feet from sea level in hopes that it would block their presence from the Guopailiti’s radar scanners. Time seemed to be unbearably long as both the coast and the approaching aircraft moved closer and closer. He could only pray that they would reach those mountains and relative safety before any fighting would break out. They had been lucky enough in their recent missions, but this was the Guopailiti Armada, not some hole-in-the-ground unit without any experience under its belt. Jonathon had warned his superiors numerous times that they were treading on dangerous grounds for a neutral country in a war-hungry time like this. He had heard the discussions about the Periferi’s massive nuclear bomb that could destroy an entire nation and he also knew that neutrality was the only option. Just then, the unfamiliar whining beep of a missile lock screamed through his helmet, and Jonathon broke hard right and corkscrewed upwards to gain altitude. He pulled his jet into a defensive position but did not engage the opposing fighter. “I’ve got one on my tail and he’s got a confirmed missile lock,” a frightened voice called over the radio. “May I engage him?”<br>“No, Spirit wingman, I’m on my way,” Jonathon said. “Just remain calm and don’t do anything stupid.”<br>It was too late. “White Spirit Twelve Fox Two.” A missile soared from the RN-25's wingtip and landed a direct hit on the Jerat III. Its remains fell from the sky and landed with a splash into the sea. “What the hoelle have you done?!” Angel One swore again. “Listen up,” a harsh Guopailiti voice cut into the Union’s radio frequency. “This is GA-One-One and that was one of my best airmen that you just shot down!” The voice paused for a moment then went on. “We are not at war with you. For long at least. But what you have done this day will never be forgotten. I suggest you leave Periferi airspace before I change my mind about letting you withdraw peacefully.”<br>“We don’t have any intention to leave and we are not in Periferi airspace yet. Our insubordinate pilot will be punished to the full extent of our laws for what he has done and your loss will not be for—” A shattering explosion cut his word off in mid sentence. The pieces of White Spirit Twelve’s devastated RN-25 fell from the sky. “—gotten by our government,” Jonathon finished as his heart sank into his boots. “An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,” GA-One-One told the pilots of the RN-25s. “That is the law that we follow. It is the first and most important law of our nation. I hope that your government will never forget it.” “Голова,” he said and with that last word in his own language, the Guopailiti Armada turned and headed back in the direction that they had come from. After a moment or two of silence Dragon Two said, “I can’t believe we’re not all dead right now. The Guopailiti could have blown us from the sky!”<br>“I know why they let us go,” Jonathon stated very simply. “They knew that we would get blamed for what happened here today, and they would be off the hook for bringing about this trouble if and when they lose this inevitable war.”<br>An eerie silence followed his words for all the pilots knew that this was the truth, but it was only the partial truth. For Jonathon also feared the news of a devastating mushroom cloud floating over a country of the Union, especially one over his homeland of Zehorts. His words permeated the air as the airplanes continued on a course that led them closer to the looming peaks ahead. “All squadrons,” Jonathon said at last. “Set a course for vector one-three-zero with a velocity of one-two-seven-five.”<br>The afterburners on thirty-five RN-25s flared and the remaining First Offensive Group aircraft took off for the base at Etane, Aretus.
(Continued. . .)
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Post by jonathonkiler on Mar 8, 2005 20:56:42 GMT -8
TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER
“First Offensive Group requesting permission to land from Easton Air Field Tower,” Jonathon requested. “Permission granted FOG commander; take runway two-seven left to hangar one-five,” came the airbase controller’s reply. “Thank you, Easton Tower,” Jonathon replied. “I would suggest that the pilot who fired that missile turn around and join the Periferi,” the air traffic controller said unofficially. “He ain’t gonna be flying for us much longer.”<br>“That won’t be a problem anymore. The Guopailiti shot him down after he—” Jonathon cut off before getting a lump in his throat. “Well then, there’s gonna be hell to pay. The Guopailiti Armada also bombed the Adnilemian Territory on their way home from you guys.”<br>Oh no, Jonathon thought to himself. This will mean war. Nuclear war. “What?! Why the hoelle would they do that? The Adnilemians didn’t do anything to them,” Angel One insisted. “They probably supposed that we were gonna stop there on our way back to the mainland base in Falais,” Jonathon reasoned with him. “Es ist mir schnuppe!” Angel One said. “Those unehelichs are gonna pay for all the scheisse they’ve done today.”<br>“Okay, that’s enough, Lieutenant Colonel. Just because I don’t speak your native language doesn’t mean I don’t know that you’re swearing. You know I don’t allow any foul language in my flights. Clean it up or I’ll have it cleaned up,” Jonathon growled into his microphone. “Is that clear?”<br>“Crystal, sir,” he arrogantly replied. The RN-25s sailed over Etane and marveled at the beautiful architecture and landscape. The nation of Aretus was a tropical paradise that had joined the Reigh Nûr Union shortly after the Guopailiti had seceded. The Aretusians were once great allies of the Periferi but because the Periferi had begun attacking their other allies, the Aretusians began looking for others to form new, trustworthy alliances with them. “All pilots prepare final landing checks.” Jonathon said as he lowered his landing gear and cut all power to his engines. His RN-25 sailed toward the ground and his tires made a short screech as he made a perfect landing. Jonathon taxied along the runway until he reached the hangar. He stopped the plane and opened the cockpit with a push of his hand. He took the helmet off his head and placed it in the storage compartment behind the seat. After unstrapping himself, Jonathon stood and went to the officer’s debriefing room. As he entered the door, his direct superior, General Randall Ladnar, turned and looked hard into the eyes of his brother-in-law. Jonathon quickly snapped to attention and saluted him. “You don’t have to salute me,” Randall said. “We’re brothers.”<br>“In-law, sir, but I have not reported on my mission nor the status of my squadron.”<br>“Fine then, at ease colonel. Now, please, be seated.”<br>Jonathon relaxed from attention then took a seat and glared back at the general. He knew that Randall was going to find a way to take the blame away from him. Every time he had been in any trouble, Randall had always been there to get him out again. Randall was also responsible for Jonathon getting a rank advancement to a high officer at such a young age. “I know what you’re planning to do, but it’s far from necessary,” Jonathon flat out and said it. “I didn’t train my pilots well enough to handle the stress of holding their fire during a time of crisis, and so, our mission failed.”<br>“Well, well, well,” General Ladnar said after a moment of unsettling silence. “That’s good that you’re able to say it straight and forward like that. I thought that you were growing a bit soft from all of my, well I guess I could say, generosity, over the past few months.”<br>Jonathon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His brother-in-law was actually admitting that he had done extra favors for him. The more he got to know him, the more Jonathon decided that Randall was even weirder and weirder. “So what’s going to happen to me?” Jonathon asked. “Am I going to be court marshaled or just demoted or both?”<br>“Well, that’s not quite certain at the present time, but in my opinion, I think that you will be—” he was cut off by an overwhelming alarm that rung throughout the entire complex. “Attention all personnel,” a hurried and panic-stricken voice came over the public announcement system, “The Periferi and Guopailiti have officially declared war on the Reigh Nûr Union. Ten squadrons of Infiltrator X7 aircraft from Perifer City and another five squadrons of Jerat IIIs from Guopailiti are heading our way and they are traveling at a speed of fourteen hundred eighty knots per hour. At their current course and velocity, they will extend into RNU airspace in less than twenty minutes!”<br>Randall and Jonathon were already up from their chairs and out the door when Jonathon called over his squadron’s personal comm, “All FOG pilots who have not already done so report to our hangar and prepare for an immediate counteroffensive!” He ran down the hall and into hangar number fifteen. The fleet was mostly already there but a few of the pilots were still missing. “Jonathon,” a voice called from across the hangar. “Jonathon, over here.” He looked over in the direction where he had heard the voice come from and realized that it was Evil Angel’s leader that was calling his name. “Hold on a second, Janja. I’ve got a plan I need to announce.” As Jonathon ran to the hangar’s communications room, Janja decided he would come with him. He reached the room and turned to the base’s general broadcast frequency. “Attention all aircraft commanders,” his amplified voice boomed throughout the airfield. “This is Colonel Kiler of the First Offensive Group and we are going to attempt Operation: Spread Eagle at the previously designated rendezvous point. We are launching the attack in fifteen minutes for any and all other squadrons and flight groups wishing to join us,” he called over the microphone. He turned to run to his RN-25 and nearly ran into Janja. “Are you crazy?” Janja asked as he followed Jonathon back to the airplanes. “Operation: Spread Eagle is the most dangerous offensive we have ever planned!” Jonathon’s reply was a toothy grin. “Wait a minute. Are you planning what I think you’re planning?” He was replied by an even bigger grin. “You have got to be kidding me or you have the biggest balls on this side of Lake Neturocy,” he said. “No, actually I think you have the thickest skull in all of Nallecsis, you crazy son of a—” “Of course I do, that’s why I’m the First Offensive Group leader and you’re not,” Jonathon shot back with a smile as he ran up the ramp into his cockpit. “Hurry up. We don’t have any more time to screw around.”<br> (Continued. . .)
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Post by jonathonkiler on Mar 8, 2005 20:57:19 GMT -8
The roar of a heat-seeking missile rumbled past Jonathon’s RN-25. He had more than one of the extremely fast Jerat IIIs on his tail and he had no way of outrunning them. He cut power to his engines and stuck his nose in the air. Three of the red and silver airplanes sped past him. In an inverted barrel roll, Jonathon brought his plane behind the enemy fighters and fired three missiles in rapid succession scoring a hit on two of the intended targets. “You want a piece of this?” Janja yelled over the comm. “Fast as fast can be, you’ll never catch me ‘cause I’m the gingerbread man!” He swung his plane around with a series of sharp turns and blew one of the Infiltrator X7s from the sky. Jonathon laughed a little at this but said, “Angel One, this isn’t the time or the place for humor. We need to be prepared for the upcoming battle.”<br>“Affirmative, Spirit One.”<br>After dropping the RN-25 with a brisk dive, Jonathon’s chronometer declared in a robotic feminine voice, “One minute to activation, Fifty-nine seconds to activation. . . .” He reached up and hit the mute button to silence the rest of the countdown. Operation Spread Eagle was under way. He lifted the nose of his aircraft to run perpendicular with the horizon. He held a steady course until his plane reached an altitude of seventy thousand feet and stalled out. He pulled his trajectory even with the skyline and looked back down at his chronometer. “Three seconds to activation,” the automated voice said again as he turned the sound back on. “Two seconds to activation, one second to activation.” At those words, Jonathon cut all electronic power to his entire airplane. “Activation complete,” Jonathon said aloud. Operation: Spread Eagle was nothing more than a highly powerful electromagnetic pulse, or EMP, that could be sent through the air. It crippled any complete electronic circuit within a thirteen-knot radius. Before the pulse was sent, every Reigh Nûr Union pilot had switched his or her plane to its non-electronic flight mode. (Or so Jonathon hoped.) Every RN-25 had been previously equipped with a nuclear rocket engine, which allowed the planes to have great speed, maneuverability, and a non-electronic flight system. After one standard minute, Jonathon switched back to the usual electronic system and said, “FOG aircraft, this is White Spirit One, please report status.”<br>“Spirit Leader, Dragon One here. All Fire Dragon pilots are in flight and accounted for.”<br>After about fifteen seconds of silence, Jonathon asked, “Evil Angel One, are you out there? Angel One. . . . Janja, where are you?”<br>“Colonel Kiler, this is Angel Two,” a frazzled pilot announced. “We are under attack, sir. The Guopailiti Armada has somehow survived the surprise assault. They must have put nuclear drives into their new Jerat aircraft.”<br>“What? How? Never mind,” he said. “Come on White Spirit flight; we have an armada to blow out of the sky.”<br> Rear Admiral Ivan Gustine Milakav sat in his pilot’s seat and smiled from ear to ear. This day was going perfect. Not only had the war finally started, but his armada had also destroyed one airbase and had successfully pulled off two surprise attacks. If any more could go right, it would in the next five minutes. With their spies carefully and safely inserted into the high ranks of the Union’s military, Guopailiti was invincible. Their spies had not only supplied them with information about the Union’s reconnaissance mission to Talete, but also the vital information about the precious electromagnetic pulse they had installed into their battle plans. With their spy in place, the Reigh Nûr Union had nothing that could stop the United Socialist Dominion of Guopailiti from winning this war. Besides, Ivan thought, we have the Adnilic Bomb. With it, we can never be beaten. He stopped and shook his head. He knew better than to get caught up in a power trip. After spending so much time climbing his way to the top, he was not going to stumble now. “GA-One-One,” a voice said and jarred him from his thoughts. “Are we ready yet or do you want to engage with the enemy awhile longer?”<br>“No, GA-Two-One, I think that our time has finally come. On my mark, we drop the bomb and engage our nuclear drives at full power back to Jerat Air Field.”<br>“Confirmed, GA Leader.”<br>“Свобода для родины!” Ivan yelled into his microphone. “Three, two, one, mark!”<br> An ominous trail of smoke followed behind the ellipsoidal bomb. Jonathon knew what it was before it hit the ground but he still could not believe that they had actually dropped one. He was pulled from his trance by a comment his second-in-command had made, although he had not heard what, and immediately went to action. “All RNU aircraft set an instantaneous course for Central Airfield in Falais. That bomb is a top secret weapon produced by the Guopailiti that we have recently discovered. It can wipe out an area of over twenty-eight thousand square knots.” He paused for a moment to calm his voice, but the bomb detonated before he could speak again. A blinding explosion followed and soon a visible shock wave could be seen tearing through the air. “Engage nuclear drives, NOW!” Jonathon screamed as he switched his plane back to the non-electronic mode. “Go now, we’re out of time!” These last words would never be heard, but he said them anyway. He pushed the throttle forward and watched the clouds rush by as he sailed across the Triflered Sea at over four thousand knots per hour.
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Post by fuzzyrubberbear on May 1, 2005 5:18:33 GMT -8
man thats rele good!
u shud finish the story seriously put someone named fuzzy in it ;D
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