Disclaimer!
I don't own the Temeraire series. This story was made because of my love of this series. Ive read every book and couldn't resist. Naomi Novik is an amazing author, a Goddess among authors. Thank you for making this series.
"OK Kyle, Command knows you have some aerial training, but I personally believe you need some more before you take on this OP." A young voice said. A young man with black shoulder length hair is sitting in the cockpit of a F-35 Lightning II. "Hey listen, I know you may have memorized your mission, but let me remind you of it."
"You're being sent in to aid an aircraft carrier named Big Betty's Hanger. Don't ask me how they were able to name it that, they just did." Kyle face palmed as best as he could with his helmet on. "There's a terrorist sect in that area that got the jump of the carrier using subs, distracting them long enough to get their ships into position with several different jet types. You'll be going in as a solo unit, but there will be other units there to give you some help."
"Copy that, nearing the carrier now. Reaver out." Kyle said. His deep and raspy voice cutting through the cockpit as he cut off communications. He leaned back and sighed in annoyance. 'Yet another aerial OP. I'm beginning to think they want me in the USAF instead of the Marines at this point…' Kyle thought.
Outside of the cockpit anti-air guns were peppering the sky around the jet. Kyle put the jet into a downward spiral and pulled the trigger, the grinding sound of the GAU-22A Gatling gun signaling the death of a terrorist as the bullets flew through the air and shredded the AA gun. Kyle grinned slightly as he pulled up and shot over the ships into a loop, bullets flying by his jet like a scene from a movie. When Kyle completed the loop he initiated he fired a missile at an enemy jet, tearing its right wing off.
Kyle couldn't celebrate his victory for long. An enemy aircraft got a lock on him and had fired a missile. Kyle pulled up quickly and flipped the jet around, allowing the missile to fly past him. Kyle responded by unloading a hail of burning metal on the enemy, piercing the cockpit an splattering the enemy pilot. A rough shaking alerted Kyle to the fact that he just was hit in the wing. He changed radio frequencies and relayed the message to the other jets acting as his support.
"I'm hit! I don't think I'll be able to make it to the carrier. I need a target immediately!" Kyle growled. The other pilots understood what he meant and quickly pointed out a large enemy ship with several AA missile turrets and machine guns. Kyle nodded and angled his plane towards the enemy ship. Bullets peppered the jet as it flew down towards the ship at high speeds.
"This was over way too quickly, I must be pretty rusty…" Kyle grumbled as he closed his eyes. A bright flash of light penetrated his eyelids and a quick jolt of pain confirmed his impact on the enemy ship. "I just hope this is actually the end…"
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