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Post by Calvin "Freckle" McMurray on Feb 28, 2008 16:52:58 GMT -5
Chapter 1: Tests and quizzes
I was sent to England in 1939 to instruct fighter pilots for the incoming war. Flying to England went without a hitch, and I landed on an airstrip south of London. As i stepped out of my Spitfire I, a mouse came up to me, decorated with stripes and medals, and greeted me. "I'm General Churchill. Welcome to England, Kippo. Please, come this way for an evaluation." I handed my helmet to a trailing shrew and followed the general. "Here is where we will see your shooting skills. Enter through here." I entered the shooting range and grabbed a Webley Mark 4 pistol and aimed, shooting a target 100 yards away. A signal came up, red, and the general looked amazed. "Bulls-eye. Lucky shot." He led me out and we passed the hangar. I saw my Spitfire being fixed, refueled, and messed with by British engineers. "Your fighter is a tough'un." I spun and saw a female fox with a wrench. "I'm Kaily. But you can call me Dave. We dont see otters often here in Britian, but I wouldn't know. My life is inside those machines." I watched her reenter the hanger and realized i fell behind. Running up to catch the general was a sinch, he didn't walk to fast. "Here is where you will be teaching raw recruits how to fly. We heard you were one of America's best. Make then like you and we are going to win the war coming." I looked into the window and saw 20 or so people, all standing around and chatting, some smoking. I entered and the recruits instantly stopped what they were doing and saluted the general. "This is Kippo. He will be teaching you how NOT to be shot down. He is your commanding officer. Colonel, you may take over." I watched the general leave, then face the recruits. "Grab your flight gear, we're going flying." The recruits faces lit up with joy. I phoned the hangar and told them to ready the recruits planes and my own.
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Post by Calvin "Freckle" McMurray on Mar 1, 2008 20:40:18 GMT -5
Chapter 2: Flight of the Phoenix I entered the hangar where the recruits were scrambling to and fro for items and doing last-minute checks of their fighters. I looked at the rag-tag fighters. "2 Hurricane I's, a bunch of Rocs, and a few Spitfire I's. Could be worse." I assembled the pilots and gave them a head's-up speech. "This is only a training run, but if we are attacked by German aircraft, you can in engage the enemy. No shooting at ships or tanks however. I'm not gunna be the one telling yer folks that you died under my command. Now get to yer fighters. And...," I took a cigarette from a pilot's mouth. "No smoking in my command." The pilots noddded in acceptance, and entered their fighters. I heard the familiar hum of my modified Spitfire I. "She's fixed up and faster han ever." A rat mechanic gave me my parachute, and I entered my fighter. "Altimeter, check. Fuel, check. Skill, never lost it." I hit the throttle on the stick and took off. "All righty, boys. We are heading across the English Channel to Berlin on recon." "Recon?" A mouse perked up on the radio. "I love recon. Just say the word, sir, and I will do a quick sweep of the area and examine threats." I chuckled. "Thanks pilot. Now then, anyone el-" Flak was suddenly everywhere. I had to snap-turn to avoid a shot, but it also sent me almost to my death. "All fighters break formation and take evasive action." "Roger that." "Already on it, sir." "This flak fire is preety stong, sir, requesting permission to reduce it." I saw the situation. None of my flight was damaged, but we were having a rough time staying in formation. "Granted. do it quick though and watch for bogeys." "Thank you sir, with pleasure." I saw the pilot dive towards the ground, leaving flak behind him. "Sir, we have Messerschmitts inbound. They aren't in huge numbers, one for each of us, but they look like they were not expecting us to survive this long." I turned my plane to face the English Channel, and saw the German flight. "All done down here, sir. Life should be eas-German fighters? I'm moving in to hit their rear." I noticed that flak fire was lighter, MUCH lighter, and knew this was an ambush planned by the Germans. "Form up on me, boys. This is gonna get fun." I saw the fighters form up behind me and pour lead at the attacking Germans. I added mine to the fray, and the Germans replied with lead.
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Post by Calvin "Freckle" McMurray on Mar 2, 2008 9:42:19 GMT -5
Chapter 3: Pleasent surprise...?
Every fighter survived to head-on attack, though one German was damaged by my gunfire. "Everyone ok?" I said over the comm. "Yea." "Took a little bit, but nothig damaging" "If anyone is damaged, I know how to make in-flight repairs. Just ask." "Well i got some smoke here, bit of assistance?" "Yea sure. Looks to me like you have engine fire. Hit the buttonm to your left." "Thanks...uh..." "Joe." "Oh. Thanks, Joe." I noticed the Messerschmitts regrouping. "Cut the chatter. They're coming around. Break formation and choose your own targets." I pumped my bullets at a Messerschmitt, and the fighter's wing came right off. "YAHOO!" A pilot's voice popped up over the comm. "Phoenix flight, you are ordered to reform and form up with us." I looked around my cockpit for the inbound flight. While shooting at a fighter on Joe's tail, i said into the comm. "Who and where are you?" "This is Eagle flight, and we are on you 6 o'clock. We are going to pump those Germans full of bullets." I watched to German pilot bail from his destroyed fighter. Pulling out, I saw the flight. They were not English, French, or Russian; They were GERMAN! "Negative. You are German pilots. We arent stupid." The German fighters stayed in formation and passed me, no bullets shot. "We captured these planes, but we have 3 flights on us. Now FORM UP." I sighed in agreemen. "You heard him. Form up on them." I looked for the 3 flights and i didnt see them. "Uh...Eagle flight, where are the 3 flight on your tai-" I saw the flights. Not just 3. Hundreds of planes came at us, majority of which were bombers. "ALL FIGHTERS GET OUT! REPEAT. GET OUT!" I had to do my best tricks not to be shot out of the sky, and couldn't do a thing to stop from getting hit. "He's on me tight! I can-" I watched a Roc blow up from a bomber's fire. I saw the pilot bail in time, however. "Fall back. repeat. FALL BACK." We flew over the English channel at high speeds, 5 fighters lost. "Damn. That was not expected."
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Post by Calvin "Freckle" McMurray on Mar 11, 2008 16:16:18 GMT -5
Chapter 4: The Treaty of Versailles FAILED.We landed on the airstrip down in London. I saw the nerve-wracked pilots crawled out of their fighters. I helped a otter that collapsed. "You OK, brother?" He looked at me with a pained expression. "I thought we were dead there, all those bombers and what." I chuckled. "Me too. But we lived. I'm Kippo." He smiled. "Frank. I'm an experienced pilot, but they put me back in training for disobeying orders." I tilted my head. "For disobeying orders? How bad?" He shook his head. "I'll tell you in the mess hall." I heard a scuffle behind me, and I spun, drawing my revolver. A bug. Known for being pests in airfields. BAM. BAM. It twitched for a bit, then laid still.
A few hours later...
I escaped from a irritating meeting about the attack. Germany had declared war, setting all the countries into chaos. I just had one thing to say. THIS IS WHY YOU MAKE SURE ALL SIDES ARE HAPPY WHEN SIGNING A TREATY. I got a memo saying that I am no longer a trainer, but a official pilot of the British Air Force. I had to select my squadron. "What fun...I know I'm gonna pick Joe and Frank. Who else shall I-" "SIR." I looked up. A young ferret handed me a package. "Here you sir." I stood up and smiled at the young ferret. "Here you go kid, take this. Eat it. " I handed him my candy. He grinned and thanked me with a mouth full of chocolate. "Cute kid." I headed to the hangar. "I miss my wife. She was pregnant when the call for pilots came up. I couldn't say no. It was a draft...." A walked over to the fox. "You OK?" "Yea..." I had one thing on my mind after hearing the poor guy's words. I HATE POLITICS. I HATE POLITICS. I HATE POLITICS. I HATE POLITICS.
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Post by Calvin "Freckle" McMurray on Apr 11, 2008 22:14:19 GMT -5
Chapter 5: Here's the mail, it never fails...
I decided to open the package, not expecting any mail or packages from anyone. When i looked at the address, it said Send To: Col. Nama. No return address. "How weird." i said to myself. I opened the front of the package, and saw a revolver fall out with a note attached to it. It read: "Happy belated birthday, buddy! How's the war going? Sincerly, Luke" I raised an eyebrow to it and put it down. I picked up the revlover, an old Colt from the 1800's. I brandished it and pointed around, it not loaded, and fired at a worker who was sleeping on the job. The rat jumped up and looked around for the noise until he saw me. "Did you fire that? I could have died! I-wait. you saw me....Please dont tell! I didnt get any sleep in the past day and really want it! Dont tell anyone, please!" I looked at the rat with a smirk on my face. "The gun was not loaded," I began, "So dont get worked up. About the sleeping, though, That is something everyone shoul have. Go to your quarters and sleep. I will tell your commander that I sent you to bed." The rat's face beamed. 'Thank you, sir! Right away, sir!" He scurried off and I looked down at my revolver. "If you were loaded, i would've killed him. You are really accurate!" I put him in my holster and took the other one out. "You, however, are not customized to my right tilt. You will be my secondary pistol." I now carried 2 weapons, a colt and a M1911 pistol.
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