William Tyems (Callsign HOA)
6/7/2031,
(Somewhere in the sky),
(Air Patrol 2)
“Huh i'm getting a signal northwest. Its faint but its there.”
“Maybe its one of the drones that went missing.”
“You want to bet on that.”
“Sure.”
“How about this if I'm correct you give me a 10 and finally tell me what HOA stands for.”
“hmm, I don't know. Money is well… either completely useless now or extremely valuable.”
“Come on you know how I got the callsign Cable.”
“A well-deserved Callsign, you can't hit those carrier cables worth shit smith.”
“Shut up.” Cable said in an exasperated tone.
“Hell Of an Ass.”
“What?”
“That's what it stands for, Hell Of an Ass.”
“How did you get it,” William swore he could hear Smith practically holding back giggles as he said that.
“Well it was during my second deployment after I got to do the flyover for the 2025 Super Bowl. I was getting out of my F-18 when suddenly the flight suit ripped. And you could understand the rest. It's Bad luck I suppose.”
“Even when I transferred to the Marine Corps. I still could not escape the callsign.” at that statement. Cable couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.
“Shut it! Let's get back on track.”
“Yea yea sorry.”
The Pair of F-35s moved to intercept, their sleek black hulls glistened in the slowly dimming landscape around them. A Stealth Fighter that now found itself Crippled of all the functions modern Technological Innovation gave it, with no radar, there was no stealth, with no enemy sam sites, there was no Electronic Warfare. At this moment, it was just a priced-up 4th Gen. But yet its teeth lay sharp as ever, showing the aircraft's surprising adaptability within this new environment it found itself in. But now, it seems new challengers lay waiting for its arrival in this new world.
“what do you think this thing is doing,” Cable said which prompted William to look at his radar screen again.
“Looks to be circling something.” Wiliam commented as he observed the screen in front of him. Its estimated location dipping, only to reappear on the other side of the imaginary circle that the pilots had imagined.
“We are about 6 minutes out.”
“Yea I should call this in.”
“TOC this is AP 2-1, we've encountered an unknown signal on our flight path moving in to visualize at this time, 12 minutes out over.” William let go of the Transmit button. waiting for a response to come, A response that took its time. though it was only seconds, it felt as though minutes went by before an answer finally came through the comms on his helmet.
“Copy that Air Patrol 2-1, keep us updated on the situation. It's your call.” the comms officer responded.
“Copy that relaying.” with a sigh he brought his attention back to the situation before himself. “I think it's finally kicking in.”
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“What's kicking in?” Cable asked curiosity plane in his voice.
“This whole situation, the fact that every single person I know and love, will probably never see me again, nor would I ever see them again.” William said, his eyes move to look at
the blue gas giant, just like all the other Marines and sailors on board WASP.
“I prefer not to think about it,” Cable said plainly, with a hint of pain in his voice. “Hold that thought, Smoke front.”
Turning his attention to what was in front of him only to see smoke that looked like it came from an oil fire, A huge oil fire. “Double time it,” he stated, activating the after-burner, effectively cutting their intercept time down to about 30 seconds. The bright light from the F-35s Afterburners made it look like 2 shooting stars were passing overhead to anyone below. Soon they where upon the smoke.
“Is that a fucking Dragon!!!” Cable and William said in unison. just what in the fantasy shit is this, excuse my language but did he just join Game of Thrones. But the bigger the issues. The fire they saw was a village!, actually more like a city by medieval standards but nonetheless this is bad.
“W-what do we do in this situation.”
“We do what we can.” he is going to kill a dragon, this is going to be a story that will be passed down through generations. well if he survives to tell the tale.
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Reslica
6/7/2031,
(Location Unavailable),
(Location Unavailable)
1 hour prior
“Then the Drill sergeant flips shit. Calling this Recruit all sorts of names. that I'm pretty sure if said today would get you kicked out of Marine Corp.” sighing Reslica's ears angling away from the rowdy Savors. Just by their mannerism, they seem more like mercenaries than the Noble Forest spirits that heal the weak.
“I don't think they saved us out of kindness.”
“What makes you say that?” Reslica said turning to A fisherman within the group.
“Well look at it this way, they will probably get a reward for saving our mortal souls, if they don't then they will probably ransome us to the nearest village and be on their way. They seem to be mercenaries more than spirits.”
“You will disrespect our savors in such a way! In their presence! Are you mad!.” She whispered angrily. This idiot could get her killed if they heard him, though turning her attention back to the forest spirits, they seemed to show no notice to what he said, maybe they really have no clue how to speak or understand her language. They will need a translation seal if they want to get anywhere with her people, that's all she knows for certain right now. “Though you are not wrong, you better not say anything like that again alright,” she added.
The man hanged his head as a sign of acknowledgment, or maybe he just didn't want to get scolded again. The warriors converse in little groups around the wagon, forming a type of perimeter. She couldn't help but feel as though they were stealing glances their way, as though they are just as curious of them, As she is of their strangeness. that leader though, his skin looked just like a keskin…just like her. A soft white that is known for most variations of keskin. Though he did not have ears or a tail, it was curious, Very curious.
Suddenly a beam of light shot out from one of the soldiers, nearly every person in the wagon looked over at this weird spectacle. Some with panic in their eyes, as their ears dart up looking to uncover whatever threat might be out there. Was it some attack spell the warriors were casting? yet another question for the pile that was forming.
“It seems you startled them Mark.” one of the warriors said looking at the wagon. Amused Mark looked over before approaching the wagon displaying the weird bright tube-like torch. Reslica stood in awe as he showed it off.
“Flashlight.” he said before he suddenly tossed the torch over to Reslica, who was barely able to catch it, she held it in awe as everything she pointed at was illuminated by the strange torch, it was amazing, such a complex tool, she loved it as if she was a blacksmith looking at an expertly crafted blade. Holding this “Flach Ligh” up to her arm, she was amazed to see the light shine through it, and on top of that it did not burn her when she touched it, such sorcery.
It was only when she saw some of the marines running forward, it was when she did look up. A soft orange glow came forth, in the direction of… her home.
Without thinking, without any notice she leapt off the wagon, running straight in the direction of the soft orange light. “Wait!.” someone yelled though she didn't understand the word so it must have came from one of those strange beings, so she paid it no mind as she ran off in search of her home… her brother, oh her brother. He better be safe, oh he must be safe. That little boy was the very reason why she decided to keep living, if something were to happen to him…it would be all her fault.
She ran and ran and ran, as fast as she could. The scent of her home was getting closer by the second. Finally, she reached a clearing within the forest, she could see it, her home. But ablaze. A Dracarnan, why is a Dracarnan here? The beast breathed anger and hate upon the town. its flames engulfing most of the town square adding more to the screams and smoke. the fires illuminating it perfectly against the night sky. it was out hunting, why this far south? she never heard of one this far south.
Before she could run into the fray, a hand grabbed her arm holding her in place, “Don't.” Looking back she could see that it was a leader of those strange warriors, the one they call “paRker.” Before she could say anything most definitely break free, A thunderous roar came from above.
One that struck the sky with beams of light.