Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the show Talespin! I only own Sergeant Andy Miller and his plane: SC Seahawk, "Sea Hawk".
So off we go for a highflying adventure!
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The Dogfight and the Storm
"SERGEANT MILLER, PLEASE REPORT TO CAPTAIN MORISON'S OFFICE!" said a voice over the intercom.
Sergeant Andrew Miller groaned as he looked down at his trey full of food.
"And just as I sat down to eat my lunch!" the pilot said sarcastically.
His friend, Private Edward Jacobs, slapped him on the back as he gave a hearty laugh.
"Hey, that's what you get when you become a sergeant, my friend! You'd best get a going, don't want to keep the captain waiting!"
Andy smiled at his friend and got up from his seat, grabbing an apple as he left.
"I will see you jokers later!" he called back to the rest of the men at his table.
He ran down the hallway and turned to the right, he stopped to open a door and stepped into the receptionist's office. Sarah Woods looked up and smiled at him as he entered.
"Good afternoon, Andy! They Captain is waiting!" she said as she pointed to the door.
Andy smiled as he walked to the door.
"Thanks, Sarah!" and He then went in.
The office he had entered had white walls, forest green carpet, one window on the wall behind the desk and two filling cabinets on the left wall. Behind the desk, sitting in a leather chair and looking down at some reports, was a man with slight grayish-brown hair. He was about five-foot-nine, and at the age of 50, not one wrinkle had started to appear, and he wore a captain's uniform.
"Sergeant Andrew Miller, reporting as you ordered sir!" said Andy with a salute.
Captain Morison looked up, smiled and returned the salute.
"At ease sergeant! Please take a seat," said the captain as he indicated to chairs that were in front of his desk.
Andy sat down and placed his hands in his lap. Captain Morison, looked the young pilot up and down. The young man before him had reddish-brown hair, deep blue eyes, he had a narrow face and a slightly pointed chin. He was about the same height as the captain and he was of medium build. Morison smiled, he liked the look of this pilot already.
"I suppose you are wondering why I called you here, sergeant," stated Morison.
Andy nodded his head.
"Yes, sir, I am," he answered in a serious tone.
Captain Morison chuckled and leaned back in his chair, it creaked as he did so.
"Don't worry, Miller, you aren't in any trouble, I just called you here because I have a very important task for you to do!"
Andy sat up straighter, an eager look on his face.
"What do you want me to do sir?"
Morison stood up from his chair and turned toward the window.
"As you may have heard, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii had been bombarded just three days ago!"
"Yes, sir I did."
"Then you know how it is important that we find those Japanese carriers that had brought their planes in close enough to attack. Command is in chaos, they need to know the whereabouts of those ships! That is where you come in sergeant. You and three other pilots will be flying your Seahawks as scouts, though you will not be flying alone. Each of you will have an escort of one Mustang, while you look for the carriers, they will be keeping your planes in the sky. Now, do you accept this mission sergeant?" Morison asked.
Andy stood up from his chair and saluted the captain, smiling.
"I accept sir! I will do my best sir!"
Morison chuckled and smiled as he returned the salute.
"Excellent, sergeant! Be prepared to leave in…four hours, you are dismissed!"
Andy walked to the door, but before he opened it he turned around.
"Sir, may I ask who will be my escort?"
Captain Morison smiled.
"Oh, I believe you know this pilot very well. His name is Private Edward Jacobs!"
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Four hours later, six planes took off from Midway. Three of them were SC Seahawks, military seaplanes, and the others were dogfighter Mustangs. They each broke off into pairs of one Seahawk and one Mustang, each pair going in different directions. Andy flew his bird, the "Sea Hawk", straight ahead on his run, followed by Ed's Mustang the "War Dog".
"Well, Andy looks like we are going to be stuck with each other for another six hours!" joked Ed.
Andy laughed and picked up his squawk.
"Just keep your eyes pealed for any Zero's, Ed!" he said.
"Hey, Andy! I bet you a bottle of scotch that we don't find anything before we turn back, what do you say you in?" asked Ed.
The air-traffic controller at Midway, chuckled as he listened into their conversation.
"Very well Ed, make it two bottles and I'm in!" replied Andy.
"Alright your on!"
They had been flying for two hours and a half by now and they were nearing the point where they would have to turn around. Ed came back over the radio.
"Almost to the turn around, Andy! Looks like you owe me two bottles of scotch!"
Andy chuckled again, keeping his eyes focused down at the ocean.
"We have another half hour to go before we turn around, Ed! I'm not giving up yet!"
"Suit yourself!"
As Andy scanned the ocean, he caught sight of a long white line on the surface of the ocean, then another, and another. He pulled out his binoculars and focused on the fronts of the lines and he gasped. There below them were three, Japanese aircraft carriers. He picked up his squawk again.
"Actually Ed, it looks like you owe me those two bottles of scotch!"
"Huh? You mean you found the carriers?" asked Ed.
Yep, I did and…" suddenly an alarm started to go off in his plane.
"Andy? What is it? Why did you stop talking?" asked Ed.
Andy looked out the left side of his cockpit and gasped, four Zero's came swooping up into the sky.
"Ed! Zero's at nine o'clock! And they are coming in fast!" he shouted over his radio.
"Don't worry, I will distract them, you hurry and head back! Go!" said Ed as he banked his plane under, Andy's.
As soon as the lead plane came into range, Ed opened fire with his machine guns. The Zero tried to dodge out of the streaming bullets, but it got clipped in the tail. It began smoking as it plummeted toward the ocean. Andy banked the Sea Hawk hard to the right and began to turn around, he radioed the base.
"This is Sergeant Andrew Miller, of the, Sea Hawk, calling Midway, please respond!"
"This is Midway, Sea Hawk, go ahead!"
"Me and my escort have picked up four nips and they are on our tail, making our way back to base, need support now!"
"Roger that, help is on the way!"
Ed dove the War Dog down as one of the Zero's opened fire on him. He rolled his plane to the left and banked around toward the next one. Andy felt his plane shake as bullets went streaming past.
"Aw, crap!" he shouted and banked the plane hard right again.
The Zero followed and opened up again, bullets streaming for the Seahawk. Andy pulled to the left, trying to dodge the enemy plane as much as he could. Suddenly a stream of bullets shot through his open cassing, one nailing him in the shoulder.
Andy cried out in pain as the bullets tore through the body of the plain and tore up the tail. Suddenly the plane began to wobble and jerk up and down. Andy hissed in pain as he reached for his radio.
"I'm hit, I'm hit! Ed, I am going down!" he shouted.
"Stay with me Andy, I know you can make it!" came Ed's voice.
The Seahawk began to smoke as the Zero blasted his tail. Andy immediately pulled a banking manuver, trying to get away from the gun fire. He began to pant, his face was turning pail, he felt like he was going to faint from the blood loss.
"I…can't Ed…My…Plane was…hit…badly…as was…I…" and his fingers lost their grip on the squawk.
"Andy, respond! Pull up! Pull up! You are heading into a storm cloud! Andy, pull up!"
The cloud was huge and grey, lightning jumped across it. Andy could hardly see it as his vision became blurry. Soon the Sea Hawk went into the clouds, the Zero, not wanting to damage it self in the thunderhead banked back toward the lone Mustang that had brought down two Zero's.
"Andy, can you hear me! Pull out! Pull…out…"
Suddenly a lightning bolt struck the plane on the nose and there was a brilliant flash of light. Andy placed his hand over his eyes and closed them. Soon the light vanished and the plane stopped jostling from the stormy winds. Andy pulled his arm down and scrunched his eyes to see better.
The sky was sunny and clear, before him was a shoreline of jagged cliffs.
"Where did that come from, I must really be delusional than I thought!" said Andy to himself.
He pulled down his visor and looked in the mirror, what he saw made him gasp. Instead of a sickly looking young man, there was a sickly looking fox, with reddish-brown fur and deep blue eyes.
"What the? I must be dre-" suddenly his plane began to jerk up and down again and shake as the engine began to cough.
Andy grabbed the throttle with both hands, I mean paws, trying to keep his plane level. He looked out of his windshield to see the cliffs even closer. He then noticed gun emplacements all along the top of the cliffs. As he stared in wonder his radio turned on.
"Unidentified aircraft, you are approaching, Cape Suzette, please state who you are or we will be forced to fire!"
Andy picked up the squawk, his vision going blurry again as he began to feel faint.
"This is Sergeant Andrew Miller, of the Sea Hawk, my plane has been damaged and I am going down. Have sustained…injuries to…my…self…" and then he passed out, falling backwards into his chair, as his plane started to nose dive toward the ocean.
"Sergeant Miller? Pull up, son, pull up! Please respond!"
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The wolf gunner who had made contact with Andy, stared in shock as the plane kept going lower and lower, smoke trailing from the tail. The other gunners stared in horror as the plane was heading toward the cliffs, their blood went cold as they watched the engine quit spinning. The wolf spoke into the radio again.
"Emergency! Are there any pilots in the area of the cliffs, over?"
A voice then came over the radio.
"Roger cliff's, this is pilot Baloo of the Sea Duck, what seems to be the problem?"
"We have a plane that is heading on a collision course with the cliffs! The pilot is either unconscious or dead! Can you quickly get here and tow it away before it crashes?"
"How far is it from the cliffs?" came Baloo's voice.
"It's far enough that you should be able to get here and stop it…"
"Say no more! We're on the job!" and suddenly a yellow seaplane flew into view, flying fast toward the smoking plane.
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Baloo and his navigator, Kit, stared opened mouthed at the smoking plane.
"What type of plane is that? I have never seen one like it before?" exclaimed Kit.
Baloo shook his head.
"I don't know what kind it is either, lil Britches, but we need to stop it before it crashes. With its engine off we should be able to connect the tow cable to the engine cowling, Kit, I know this is going to be risky but you need to get your surfboard!" shouted Baloo as he pulled in front of the plane.
Kit, jumped from his seat and ran toward the rear door, grabbed the tow cable and his cloud surfing board. He then called back to Baloo, who then opened the rear doors. Kit leapt from the back of the Sea Duck and glided toward the other plane.
He glided toward the nose and clamped the tow cable onto it. He then pulled tight to make sure the cable was stuck on and pulled himself toward the cockpit. He noticed the glass cassing was already slid back, he looked at the fox who was leaning back against his chair. Kit pulled himself in and sat on the pilots lap as he grabbed the throtal. He then spoke into the radio.
"All set papa bear, now pull us up!"
"You got it, Kit and hold onto your hat!"
Baloo pulled back on his controls at the same time as kit did in the Sea Hawk. The gunners on the cliff tops fell to the ground as the two planes flew over the guns with feet to spare. They leapt to their feet, cheering and the wolf picked up the radio again.
"Great flying pilot, you did a good job!"
"Always willing to help when needed!" answered Baloo.
Meanwhile, as Kit was seasily keeping the Seahawk following Baloo's every move, the fox woke up, groaned and looked down at Kit.
"W-what happened? Who are you?" he asked weakly.
"You nearly crashed into the cliffs and you are in Cape Suzette, by the way names Kit, what's yours?" the young bear asked him.
"Sergeant Andrew Miller, and I thank you for saving my life," and then Andy went back to sleep.
Kit picked up the radio.
"Baloo, the pilot is alive but we need to get him to the hospital, looks like a stray bullet or something hit him in the shoulder," he said.
"Did you get his name and find out where he is from?" asked Baloo.
"Yep, His name is Sergeant Andrew Miller, of what country I can't tell, he was out again before he could tell me," said Kit.
"So that's his name," said Baloo to himself.
"Baloo, do you think Don Karnage and his goons had anything to do with this?" asked Kit.
"I don't think so, lil Britches! I know Karnage has shot down many planes, but never known him to actually try and kill the pilot before he grabbed loot! This has to be some one else entirely! Now hold on tight, bringing us both down!" said Baloo.
"Lucky the plane is a sea plane!" laughed Kit as he took a hold of the controls again.
They both expertly landed the planes on the water and Baloo pulled the Sea Hawk toward the Higher for Hire docks. On the docks stood a female bear and she didn't look to happy. As soon as Baloo pulled up and jumped out she walked right up to him.
"What took you so long this time Baloo? Your late again," she asked.
"Now calm down Beckers, this time it wasn't my fault, look behind the Sea Duck and see for yourself!" said Baloo as he pointed toward the other sea plane that Kit had steered toward the other side of the dock.
Rebbecca Cunningham turned toward the other plane and stared in shock at the damage that was on it. She then saw Kit step out of the cockpit and pull a fox out.
"Baloo can you give me a hand here, he's not exactly light!" grunted Kit.
Baloo easily picked the fox up and ran to Becky, she stared at the fox pilot and then to Baloo.
"Let's get him to the hospital, bring him to my car!"
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Well what did you think? Please review! I am sorry but this story is going to be put on pause for a while! Will write sooner or later!
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