Blaine Rawlings stood in the early morning mist. Today would be his first mission after his enlistment in the Lafayette Escadrille, a group of American pilots who joined the french air force. The year was 1916, with World War 1 in full swing. The Germans were pushing the allies back with every passing day. "Hey Rawlings", called his friend Robert. "Are you gonna just stand their all day or fill up your planes fuel tank?"
Rawlings laughed nervously. Several hours had passed and he wasn't to anxious to take flight. Several soldiers stood near the front of the planes propellers. "Contact!",yelled Rawlings, pulling the ignition while the soldier spun the prop. The engine roared to life. Sgt. Hoobler walked over to Rawlings plane and handed him a M1911 pistol. "What's this for?",asked Rawlings. "If your plane catches fire you have three choices. You can stay in it and burn all the way to the ground, you can jump from several thousand feet, or you can take the quick and painless way out."
Ten minutes after take off, Rawlings squadron ran into a group of German tri-planes. Gunfire rang out as the two squadrons opened fire at each other. Rawlings immediately opened fire at the black eagle, an infamous German pilot who had shot down more pilots than one could count. A dogfight soon emitted as they played a game of cat and mouse. One of the Black Eagle's bullets hit Rawlings fuel tank. The Black Eagle pulled up and perused another pilot as Rawlings plane crashed into the ground in a smoking wreckage.
Emerging from the smoking wreckage of his Sopwith camel. Removing his shattered flight goggles, he looked around at the surrounding countryside. 'This isn't France', thought Rawlings. The bushed rustled nearby. Rawlings immediately drew his pistol and aimed at the bush."Kommen Sie mit Ihren Händen auf!(Come out with your hands up)", he yelled. Instead of a German soldier, like he had expected, a lavender unicorn with a purple mane stepped out.