OK,SO THIS IS MY FIRST Rio FIC. THE REAL CHARACTERS WILL APPEAR IN CHAPTER TWO. WHY I AM DOING THIS? SINCE MY PAST STORIES MISSED A GOOD PLOT, I'M GONNA BREAK THE ICE WITH THIS ONE.

CHAPTER 1

Proluge

VICINITY OF RIO DE JANEIRO, 5 THOUSAND FEET, 0900 HOURS

A lonely A-4 Skyhawk roams the sky, just 10 miles from the city of Rio De Jainero. The sun came a long time ago, and it illuminated the features of this flying machine. It's pilot checks the instruments: fuel- 56%. Speed-400 knots. Altitude- 5000 feet.

His name is lieutenant Pedro Sandravel, callsign "Parrot". He's the one of the best pilots of the Brazilian navy. His brother,colonel Rico Sandravel, is the only Brazilian pilot to participate in the Falklands war. After returning from the sea patrol of his carrier battle-group, he was promised that he would get a week out. After completing the morning patrol. The only thing that was visible through the flying mask was his light brown eyes.

" Yep... This will never get boring... Control, this is Parrot. Can i go yet?" He called over his radio, only to receive negative response.

"This is Control, negative. You will be informed when you can return to the carrier. Over. "

" Damn..."

Five minutes later, the Control was back on the radio.

" This is Control, listen up. We have a unknown aircraft heading east from the Rio, altitude 1500 feet, speed 250 knots. It didn't respond to any of our calls, and the same thing goes from the ground control. We have unofficial reports that it's a smuggling aircraft, probably caring exotic birds to the USA. Target is on your two 'o clock, intercept and wait for further orders."

" This is Parrot,roger that" 'Damn, a smuggler aircraft? Never though i'll run into one.'

He then turned his aircraft to the right, and started his descend. His plane was stripped of anything, except for it's two 20 mm cannons, holding 100 rounds each.

After a 1 minute flight, he acquired visual contact with his target. It was Short sc.7 Skyvan, a medium, two- engine transport craft. He activated his air-brake so he could follow him more closely.

" Control,this is Parrot. Tallyho! I have spotted him. "

" This is Control,good. Stand by."

After he flew over him, he pushed the control stick to the left, then pulled it toward him. As he entered low-G turn, he noticed that his target's cargo bay door opening.

' Huh? What the hell...?'

Numerous birds flew from the cargo bay door, and all of them were on the collision course with his aircraft.

On the instinct, he pulled his aircraft up with full strength, risking a stall. He somehow managed to avoid the collision. Then he noticed a white bird, possibly a parrot, being shot out from the cockpit and into the blades of the right engine. The bird survived, but the engine was smoking. Then, three guys jumped out from the plane.

' Looks like it was a smuggling aircraft, after all.'

" Control, this is Parrot. You were right, it was a smuggling aircraft. A ton of all kinds of exotic birds just flew off from it's cargo bay, and the crew ejected. Inform the police or the coast guard."

" Uh, roger. "

Just when he though things couldn't get weirder, he saw a blue bird being shot out from the cargo bay, and another blue bird following suit. The way he saw it, he though they were some kind of macaws.

' God, i need a break, and i need it NOW! '

Five seconds later, the transport plane started falling down. Shortly after, it crashed into the sea.

" Control, the aircraft is down. Repeat, unknown aircraft is down."

" This is control, roger that. Mission complete, return to the carrier."

With that, Pedro headed to his carrier, Sao Paulo. The rest of the squadron won't believe this.

20 minutes later, he approached his carrier. Once he got a permission, he started his descent towards the carrier's landing deck with his landing gear and arrester hook down. His angle of approach and altitude were good, he was a little too slow, but still fast enough. As he was approaching, landing signals officer told him that he was "on the money",which meant he was on perfect course. To prove that, the lens system illuminated him an amber light, which also meant that he's on centerline to touchdown.

100 feet from the deck, he pulled the nose of his Skyhawk up. 20 feet from the deck, he pushed the throttle to the max in case if he missed the wires. But he didn't even finished pushing his throttle when he felt tremendous breaking force slowing him down. After one second, he came to a full spot.

As he parked his aircraft on one of the elevators and opened his canopy, one sailor ran over to him and yelled:

" Lieutenant Sandravel? Squadron commander wants to see you now in debriefing room."

I'LL COMBINE THE ROMANCE BETWEEN Blu AND Jewel AND THIS. I DON'T KNOW WILL IT WORK, BUT I'LL TRY.

REVIEW AND FOLLOW, CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON!

TiPoDiRaMartin,

out (Hail Batista)