This fanfiction is rated T for violence. This is my first fanfiction please feel free to comment.
21st April 1918: 11am- the airspace above Moriancourt ridge
He had been chasing it for a while, and it continued in its attempts to gun him down but no one could defeat the mighty red baron. This was his final mission and then he could retire from the luftstreikrȁfte. HQ had demanded he shoot down a flying craft made of metal, which they believed, was a British super weapon. They were dead wrong this was no earthly flying machine. This was alien technology, something no human had ever seen. It spoke in a harsh metallic voice. "EXTERMINATE" it cried after releasing a barrage of machine gun fire. The Baron's plane swooped effortless in the wind, avoiding every bullet. He returned fire but the bullets bounced effortless off the domed metal exterior of the deadly ship. Manfred von Ricthofen screamed in anger as he realised the hopelessness of the situation. There is no way of stopping this foul creature he thought as he evaded another bullet. Then he noticed the creature's eyestalk. It was a long shot but it might just work. The baron slowly aimed the machine gun so it was in line with the enemy's eye and fired. The eyestalk flickered between black and blue before finally fading to black. "I CAN NOT SEE" it cried in agony. "EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE". Screamed the creature in a deadly cocktail of agony, anger and desperation as it spun round fire bullets in every direction. The baron had previously noticed the creature flew by a series of thrusters on its base. The Fokker triplane glided gracefully below the craft until it was below the thrusters. Then a lethal barrage of fire was unleashed on the thrusters, exploding in a large fireball, which the baron barely avoided. The screams of the creature filled the sky like a large explosion as it plummeted to its death. The words of his superiors filled his head: "After dispatching the weapon secure it and we will collect it for analysis, then your final flight will be over". Looking forward to his retirement, the baron started his descent. Suddenly a sharp cold pain filled his chest. The baron looked backwards, a Canadian plane piloted by a man Manfred thought he recognised followed him. A British plane piloted by another traitor accompanied it. In a last act of desperation the Baron used all of his strength to safely land the plane on a vast green field atop of a peaceful hill. His plane in surprisingly good condition he watched from the cockpit as the other men landed in the field below the hill. There was a smoking pile of debris. The men haste fully attached ropes to the debris and attached it to the craft. The motors of the planes reminded him of betrayal. The men were German spies; the two men were a plan to cover up the mission. He was shot down by one while chasing the other. A single bullet. A single bullet- that's what had killed him. He lay in his plane waiting for death. A man approached him. He was wearing a suit and a large coat. It was the doctor. " Hello, oh it's the red baron" he announced with surprise." I haven't seen you in a while". He knelt down and tried to help the baron. But it was too late, this was the end. "I'm so sorry" he said. "That thing was a dalek, its capable of wiping out an entire planet and you destroyed it, you're brilliant". Congratulated the doctor. " Kaputt" laughed the baron with his final breath. The Barons final flight was over and he was now dying in the arms of an old friend. The doctor was driven mad with sadness. "Come on" he said. "Don't die". But the baron was dead and the doctor knew it from the moment he had arrived. This was where the red baron died. But he had come here to stop something. But that was something was still going to happen thanks to two spies.