The chronicles of Razor
Chapter 1-In the beginning
Our story begins in the year of 2010 in a reality much different to our own, filled with war, blood and at a time as you soon will see a man who goes through the most drastic 24 hours of his life.
'All hands to your fighters' a voice blasted through the ships PA system
'Come on people we need to be topside and in the air yesterday!' The young squadron leader ordered his wingmen as they practically fell out of bed got changed and rushed full pelt towards the flight deck.
'I hope their more persistent than last time' the female fighter pilot called to her teammates over the commotion
'Me too but now is not the time for chit-chat lets get out there!' the captain called going into full sprint and with an almost inhuman burst of power, he launched himself off of the flight deck floor and into his plane.
'That still amazes me' the youngest of the squad of four said in disbelief at the captain's leap while getting into his own plane
'Get your head out of the clouds and into your plane greenie!' the second oldest member of the team scolded his dawdling lesser.
The planes rolled across the hard steel deck of the carrier and set off, one by one hurtling down the runway in their assorted planes, all coloured the same; a dark grey with a dark blue trim each emblazoned with and eye of Ra but with a different variation to each others, the only thing that was the same was the words 'Sons Of Razgriz' painted on a banner being held by ravens on the side of the plane.