So I've been meaning to write this for a long time now and already have a background and personality for Khalon. A lot of research went into this story. His paint job used to be different now, yellow and red stripes around his red prop and different letters on his side but I found out that Red Tails painted like that weren't in the war, they were made for a tribute for the Tuskegee Airmen. So I had to change the paint job. I'm working on the drawing now so that'll be the cover. But like I said, a lot of research went into this. So if something's not totally not correct, I did the best from what I could find on the internet. Enjoy!
INRODUCTION
June. 1944. 332nd fighter group. We deployed here, early '44 in Italy. We were scheduled to change from shootin' Jerry fighters, to protectin' the heavies. I for one, didn't do well. I was the leader of the squad. Khalon's the name. I was also known as Red one through radio contact, considerin' I was the leader. And as far as me not doin' good? Long story. 66 Tuskegee planes went down. And I was almost one of 'em.
"Whoa! A Red tail!" A little car exclaimed excitedly. "Can I have your autograph?"
"Sure!" A P-51 Mustang Red tail said. "Name's Andrew." He printed a line with his tire tread on the little boys' notebook sheet.
"Wow, you're a hero!" The boy said, driving away.
"Time to go up, Andrew." An employee said.
"Alright!" He taxied his way out of the hangar and into the outside world. He started his engine and went out to the grassy runway.
"Show 'em what you got, Andrew." He said to himself as he got ready to take off before a large crowd. His tires left the ground and he began doing every trick he knew. Inside loops, barrel rolls, knife edges. He loved to fly, but hardly got anytime to do so. Today was his chance, and today he was gonna make it count.
The museum closed and he headed back to his hangar, the one he shared with a Havilland Mosquito named Rick.
"That was a heck of a run, Andrew." Rick said.
"Thanks. You go up tomorrow, don't ya?" Andrew asked as the doors to the hangars were shut.
"Yup. Can't wait." He smiled. "Night Andrew."
"Night."
The next day, Andrew sat in his hangar watching Rick go up.
"See guys? I told you I saw one!" A voice yelled. Andrew looked over and saw the little boy from yesterday, but he had friends with him.
"Whoa! A real Red tail!" One of his friends said.
"'Red tail'?" A low voice repeated behind them. They turned around to see another Red tail.
"Wait a minute." The plane came closer. "I've never seen ya before in my life." The kids and Andrew could only stare.
"Y'all look like you've never seen a plane like me before. I- hey..." He looked at Andrew's paint job. "Who do ya think ya are, boy?"
"W-what?" Andrew stuttered.
"That's my paint job! You copyin' me, boy?"
"What? N-no!"
"What's going on here? I've been hearing complaints and- holy smokes!" A white Cessna 421 came up and stared at the mystery plane.
"What? Too busy surroundin' yerself with replicas to know what a real Red tail looks like?"
"I'm sorry, sir but I never knew they were still alive!" The Cessna exclaimed. "I'm the manager of this place Name's Garrett."
"Don't you call me no 'sir'. Name's Khalon." Khalon said.
"Whoa, wait. So, I'm a replica?" Andrew asked.
"They made ya believe you were real? Hah! Nice job." Khalon turned around to leave but Andrew stopped him.
"I wanna be like you! Teach me what you know!" He pleaded. Khalon stopped and turned around.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, your side. A1. You must've been the leader, right?"
Khalon hesitated. "Yeah..."
"And you saved a lot of people. Teach me, please! I don't wanna stay here!"
Khalon hesitated for a second more. "I don't teach people." He turned away again.
"Oh, please! I beg you! I hate this place! I admit! I only get a few days a year to fly, and it's for other people. Please." Andrew went closer.
Khalon turned around and stared at him, his brows furrowed.
"Fine." Was all he said before leaving the hangar.
"I quit." Andrew declared. "See ya!" He quickly followed Khalon as he started his engine. They took off into the air.
"See ya, Rick!" Andrew called as they passed him.
"See ya.. Andrew." Rick called back.
The manager thought nothing of it and left. The little boy and his friends stared off after Khalon and Andrew.
"That... was awesome." They all said before leaving to watch Rick.
Okay so I know this isn't a really big cliffhangar but I gotta begin working on my other stories too so leave a review!