I apologize for the long wait only to not get the story I promised. I am just plain stuck on the first chapter of The Wings of Space and Time. I a struggling on writing in the style I want to for the Armin POV as well as keeping The Doctor IC. I needed to vent my frustration, so this is what I cooked up while fighting writer's block on The Wings of Space and Time. I probably won't continue any time soon, but I see great potential for this idea, as well as the lack of Arma on this site.

Seriously, no Arma? Between multiplayer and single-player scenarios, someone else had to have seen this potential for crossovers! Oh well, at least I can get a new idea out there.

A note for any Arma nerds reading: I took a big liberty and have NATO field multiple companies on Stratis, something that is not possible in-game, and is done for tension. I use Shack Tactical's model for company size and organization, as I like how Dsylexi organized it. as well as a couple of non-Arma craft. This is done to make the story more interesting and Hiccup a unique vehicle. With all that said, enjoy the tale!

I do own HTTYD or Arma 3.

Stratis, 1900 hours, five minutes to sunset.

They were saved by the offspring of Lightning and Death itself.

Sargent Astrid Hofferson of the NATO Armed Forces had been gripping her MX with a G3 GL tightly, looking nervously into the oncoming OPFOR forces. There were hundreds of ground troops and dozens of tanks headed for where Captain Hofferson had holed up with roughly a Company's worth of troops she had been able to rally from the remains of the 5 battalions sent into battle. NATO generals had seen the bait and couldn't resist it. The ambush had been swift, an air attack followed by a large ground assault, and had devastated the army to the point where Astrid was the highest ranking officer still alive. Her makeshift battalion had fortified an abandoned base known as mike-26 on her orders. Now, they were making their last stand here, trying to hold back the onslaught of OPFOR until help could arrive.

If help was coming at all, Astrid thought. She wasn't sure how long they could hold out. The ragtag companies were low on food and ammunition, with only a dozen anti-tank rockets left.

Thankfully, Astrid soon found out exactly how long they needed to hold out for when the radio next to her blazed to life. "Nest One to Stormfly, Do you copy?"

Astrid leaped for the utility radio. Barely avoiding a sniper round, she replied, "this is Stormfly, how copy?"

"Who is this? What happened to General Ramerez?"

Astrid nearly choked. "He's been dead for over an hour. This is Platoon Sergeant Astrid Hofferson, 3rd company, second platoon, current ranking officer on the field. I have approximately one Company's fortified in Mike-twenty-six. We request immediiate support, over."

There was a pause over the radio, followed by "Ten-Four, Stormfly, We are sending an attack aircraft, ETA Ten Mikes, with transport in Fifteen mikes."

Astrid let out the breath she had been holding in, then realized what the air support was. "Nest One, confirm the type and quantity of air support, over."

"Nest One Copies, air support consists of one fixed-wing PMC aircraft, callsign Fury. Transport consists of seven Huron transports, with three fire teams per Helli. That is all we can spare right now. Good Luck, Nest one over and out."

Astrid ground her teeth. She utterly despised mercenaries. Here home, Berk, had been raided by that scum for fifty years, no reason apparent. When she came of age, fifteen by Berkian tradition, she had trained with the militia to fight the mercs, but had been offered the chance to join NATO as an officer in training. She had jumped at the chance, anything to get away from the dangerous yet boring life on Berk.

Two months later, word reached her that Berk had been destroyed and only a when a counterstrike by Stoik, Berk's militia general, had failed, leading to a massive, piratically mythological cruiser known as the Red Death had attacked the island. Very few details were known of the battle, but it appeared that the battle had ended after Hiccup, the village runt of all people, had destroyed the Red Death in a commandeered Typhoon.

That was five years ago. Now, Astrid would take whatever she could get for support.

Astrid tuned her Radio to broadcast to all troops. "All right, maggots," she yelled, "listen up! The two remaining HMGs will set up at opposite ends of the compound with overlapping arcs on the west, that's where the main push will come from. Squads alpha and bravo will set up on the ridges to our north and east to watch for a push on the flanks. The rest of you, split up by fireteam and take cover either in a building or at the wall. Save as many rockets as possible, and only take a anti-tank shot when you can. Don't be picky on ammo, but don't waste it. All we need to do is hold back the tanks for five minutes, the infantry for a little longer than that. Good luck, and make it home."

Astrid turned off her radio and turned to the fight ahead of her.

The next ten minutes of fighting were tense and frantic. Thankfully, while ten soldiers were shot, only three were KIA. The rest had their wounds binded and got back in the fight. The surrounding trees aand ridges greatly hindered the movement of vehicles, forcing the tanks to approach in twos and ones. The infantry, however, had swarmed, wall after wall of soldiers attacking the compound. Few had successfully flanked, the ridge teams doing their job. As night fell, goggles came on and flares went up. Astrid felt that, for a moment, this fight was winnable.

Those hopes were soon dashed.

"Contact far," Alpha Leader yelled over the comm, "two Hornets due North!"

"Contact, six tanks Southwest far!"

Astrid stood, shocked. The choppers slowly became audible. This was it. Those two choppers had enough firepower to level the compound alone. Combined with a column of six tanks, there was no way they could survive. They were as good as dead.

"Sir," Heather, Company medic and Astrid's closest friend, snapped her back to reality. "What are your orders?"

Astrid opened her mouth to give a possible retreat strategy, but was interrupted by a screech Astrid had heard only one place before. Old reflexes dating back to Berk took command. "HIT THE DECK!"

As everyone got to the ground, Astrid lost her NV goggles just in time to see the two helicopters explode as missles were dumbfired right into their fuel tanks. Rockets and a cannon had joined the cacophony of a light show, devestating the line of tanks. A dark black shape flashed past, but it vanished before anyone could even tell where the plane was, much less what it looked like.

"Night Fury," Astrid whispered in awe.

"What's a night fury?" Heather asked the prone Astrid.

Astrid stood up. "It's a mercenary plane that use to terrorize my homeland. We called it that because of how it resembled an old legend from my home. It never is seen, never uses the radio," Astrid winced as another explosion rocked the island, "and never misses."

"THAT's our backup?"

"If it is," Astrid responded, reaching for the radio, "we better make contact." Astrid spoke into the radio.

"Fury, Fury, Fury, this is Stormfly, we have a possible visual on you and require audio confirmation, how copy, over."

"Damn," a sarcastic voice replied, "my fancy engines and mach 2.6 didn't work. Oh well, at least the tank column are having a harder time of it."

Astrid frowned, not at the lack of radio discipline, but the voice itself. It sounded really familiar. "Stormfly to fury, confirm enemy troop numbers please, over."

"This is Fury, there appears to be three infantry Platoons approaching your position, with more en route to a rendezvous farther off. Looks like you and I fucked over their armor, though, there are only seven tanks left in combat condition. How do I earn my paycheck, over."

Astrid, still trying to pinpoint the voice, gave the pilot his orders. "Fury, your orders are to destroy any remaining tanks and draw fire away from the compound. The cooler the LZ is, the safer the evac will be."

"So I am playing bullet magnet. Pain, love it!"

At that moment, Astrid knew who the voice was. She was utterly speachless. No, she thought, it can't be him.

"See you when I am not dead, Fury out."

After all this time, could he still be alive?

Astrid's voice was extremely distant as she gave orders. "Alpha and Bravo fall back to the compound. All squads are on security for extraction."

"Yes, sir."

"On our way."

Heather slowly approached Astrid. "You recognize his voice, don't you?"

Astrid absentmindedly twirrled her braid, taking off her helmet while entering a building. "All this time, and I was told he was dead."

Immediatley, Heather knew who she was talking about. There was only one person from Berk, what little the two friends talked about it, who Astrid regarded with anything other than contempt or professional admiration. Astrid's next words confirmed Heather's guess.

"Hiccup is the one flying that plane."