Shut Down
Prologue
The experimental craft stuttered through the air, the sound of machine guns behind alerting the pilot, the rain of led spraying over the black machine, filling the chassis with holes, trails of smoke beginning to follow its wake. And a long snake of fuel rained down behind him, punctured fuel tanks. It was still operable, wings folding back in an attempt to increase its speed and escape its pursuers. The pilot planted forward on the controls, forcing a steep dive on the craft, but another spray of lead caught the underbelly, a sharp pain causing him to retract his left arm, a thick chunk blown out directly through the center, no more response. He leaned back, the craft now spinning wildly out of control, having taken on the momentum of shots to the wing. He took his right arm away from the injured left, shakily trying to grab the controls again. He looked forward; the ground was coming in fast. This was the end.
The
explosion could be seen from high in the sky, the other crafts
pulling around full circle,
"This is Red Leader. Target
destroyed." The red-uniformed pilot voiced into the microphone at
the side of his head, there pulling back and flying to where they
came from.
"This is Shinra Airbase, good work, come on back.
We'll send out a cleanup crew."
"Roger Shinra Airbase, all
fighters return."
A figure was stood upon a nearby hill, what had it just seen? It had to investigate before it was too late, and with that they climbed down the hill. They would investigate the wreckage.
