AN: I know, it's been forever. But this was a hard one to get going. Rewrote the first scentence like 200 times trying to get started. Anyways, please send some suggestions on what you'd like covered. I'm really intersted in what you guys want more story on and from what perspectives. Enjoy!

November 29th, 2010

Marlene 'Phaser' Redacted

I looked up at my plane with pride. Very few were allowed to even look at this plane, let alone touch it. I would be flying it. I would be killing with it. I would be bringing honor to Belka, to the homeland, with it. I would be putting down a wild dog with it.

"You know," a man said from behind me, his voice so typical of a scientist with it's high pitch that I knew he was part of the development team without even having to look. "Looking at it isn't going to do anything. It doesn't respond to thought," then, his voice took on acontemplative tone. "...Yet." I sighed. There were many good things to be said about the scientists here at Grunder. For instance, they were revolutionaries in terms of aviation technology. They had pioneered tactical laser systems with the Morgen back in '95, and now, just fifteen year later, they had a practical prototype fitted inside of a stealth aircraft. The fact that a laser beam on board the aircraft wasn't it's only piece of technological advancement was another wonder.

The Connection for Flight Interface, or as everyone who wasn't an egghead liked to call it, COFFIN, was a revolution in interfacing technology. No more shiny cockpit to give away your position, no more fragile glass canopy. The COFFIN system encased you in a steel box with state of the art camera relays to the outside world. Sure, it was scary at first, I mean, it's called COFFIN for crying out loud. But advantages became noticeable almost immediately. Who else could claim they could see through their plane?

I was starting to become restless. The Wardog squadron would be protecting the Vice President today in an ostentatious display of war mongering. It would only stoke the fires of hatred already blazing between the two superpowers. All I had to do today would be to make sure that the Vice President got his wish; an angry Osea who all pointed blaming fingers at Yuktobania. Simple enough, like my orders.

Kill one.

Killing them all would make them martyrs and while that may work to our advantage to begin with, it would hurt in the long run. Who else would hold back Yuktobania long enough for us to complete our planes? No, one would tear them apart internally. Slow enough to make sure we had time but quick enough that once we were ready, they wouldn't be a threat.

My giddiness was starting to get the best of me. I began pacing some more, never tearing my gaze away from the plane.

"Marlene?" I gave an angry grunt in response. These scientists were still civilians and civilians often forgot how to address me. I earned the rank of Colonel. I deserved to be addressed with it. "There's a man calling himself Hamilton on the phone. He wants to speak to you right away." My excitement to get underway with the mission was immediately dampened with that man's name.

Few people in our ranks of deception were chosen to be double agents. They were the smartest, most trained and adapted individuals. Hamilton was the best of the best. If there was anyone who was better at flying a jet than me, it was him. His choice of plane had always confused me, however. Personally, I like to have the best and newest. Hamilton, he had a thing for the rarities. The MIG 1.44 was exactly that. His ability to blend in with the Osean's made some actual Osean's seem like foreigners. It was almost disgusting how Osean he could be.

"Ma'am?" the scientist asked again, pulling me back from my thoughts.

"I'll be up in a moment," I told him as I took one last glance at the FALKEN. I pulled my gaze away as I began climbing the metal stairs up to a glassed in office in the large hangar. I pulled the phone up from the desk and put it to my ear, stealing myself for Hamilton. "Hello?" I called out, hoping there might've been a mistake of the mans identity.

"Marlene. How's Sudentor treating a fair lady such as yourself," the man said with a coolness that sent shivers down my spine."

"Just fine," I replied hoping he wouldn't try an attempt at small talk. It would only serve to put me more on edge. He must've known that.

"Grunder continuing to make interesting developments?"

"Yes. In fact, if all goes according to plan, the country you're blending in with should witness a... technology demonstration today."

"About that," the man piped up quickly a sudden interest in his voice that replaced his toying tone. I have the specifications and information on the specific plane you will be targeting. I'm uploading them to you're planes computer as we speak. Shoot down ONLY that plane. If my analysis of this squadron is correct, the pilot who you're taking out will cause the greatest effect. Good hunting, Marlene," the man finished icily as the line went dead. I stood there with the phone still up to my ear, terrified. What kind of man could spend so much time with a squadron, call them his friends, and then choose one of them to kill to cause the greatest harm, all without blinking?

Tanner 'Tan tan' Black

I originally didn't want to go to the speech. Who wants to sit around and listen to some old guy talk about stuff that isn't even that cool? But then mom said I could bring my best friend Garret and that there would be a fly-by, which is another way of saying that there's going to be planes. At least, that's what Garret said.

The day started off pretty good, mom had actually got some good cereal at the story yesterday so I ate three bowls. Garret came over just before lunch and we got to have a lot of chips with our sandwiches. Then we began to prepare for the speech. Well, that's what Garret and I called it. Mom still thought it was just playing video games, but adults can never understand. Garret and I went head to head in trying to shoot each other in our favorite arcade flight simulation game. I won the first round, but after that, Garret kept winning, but only because he wouldn't change his plane. I like to switch it up and use some of the classics like the F-16 Viper. It's a Viper, by the way. Only noobs like Garret call it the 'Fighting Falcon.'

Anyways, after some smack down in front of the television, my mom got us in the car and drove us to the stadium. I think the only reason she wanted to go was because everyone was saying that everyone who was someone was going, which doesn't make sense at all because everyone is already someone so why would you need to got listen to some old guy talk to be what you already are. Maybe adults just like to see jets too. That makes more sense. Once we got to our seats, mom opened her purse and pulled out some candy for Garret and I. She's pretty cool like that. Sometimes. Then we heard the rumble. Nothing gets you more excited than that deep rumble in your stomach, knowing that at any moment, a super cool and super fast plane is going to rush by you.

"I bet they're going to be Falcons," Garret said.

"You mean Vipers," I corrected. Garret may be a noob now, but I'm trying to train him right. "And they're too loud to be Vipers. They've got to be some kind of dual engine planes."

"Really?" Garret asked in confusion. "How do you know so much about airplanes anyways?" my friend asked. Before I could answer him though, four F-15's flew over the stadium, taking less than four seconds to cover the entirety of the huge place.

"WOAH!" me and Garret called out in unison. Even mom was grinning a little. After a few more seconds, I could see them rising up in the distance, rolling back around for another pass. All around me I heard 'oh's' and 'awes.' I waved at the pilots as they came back around, but I don't think any of them saw me. Then, the boring part began. Old people talking. Blah, blah, blah. Garret and I just ate our candy and talked quietly or else my mom would pinch me. She's good at that. Then I noticed something strange. One of the policemen began running down the stairs near us. Then other policemen began running too. Then the old guy on the stage was pulled off the stage. Then there was a very, very loud boom.

"What was that?" I asked Garret, but he didn't seem to know either. I looked over at my mom and asked her but she was already grabbing for Garret's and my arm. She began to pull us back towards the car but there were so many people going the same way that it was taking forever.

"What's happening, mom?" I asked confused. Sure, the old guy was boring but everyone running away like they were was a little silly. Then I saw the sky outside. There were smoke trails and explosions every so often. It. Was.

AWESOME!

"Garret! Look, dude! It's like our video game!"

"HOLY COW!" he said, eye's nearly popping out of his head. Such a noob. Mom didn't seem as excited though. In fact, the more me and Garret talked about how cool it was, the more sad she seemed to got. By the time we had got to the car, I had a red hand mark on my arm because mom was trying to go so fast and was practically dragging us. As soon as we were in, it was like the stadium again. Everyone trying to leave so it was going super slow. But I didn't mind too much anymore because we could watch the cool show now. Just as it seemed to calm down a little, there was a bright red line that flashed across the sky, kind of like lightning but it was red. And a lot more straight. And lasted longer. But a lot like lighting. Then a plane exploded as the light touched it. Then the light was gone.

"What was that?" I asked my mom but she was crying and didn't answer.

"Dude, what's wrong with your mom?" Garret asked quietly.

"I don't know," I replied, starting to get a little worried. I continued to watch the sky but there really wasn't any more explosions happening. Then I heard the rumble. It was almost like when the planes had flown by but quieter. Like there were less of them now. In fact, as I looked up, there was only one plane coming closer to us. Then, the plane went right into the stadium.

"Why he did do that?" Garret asked. But I didn't know why either. Mom just kept crying. She was really killing the mood.

Vicki 'term of endearment here' Davenport

Dad said I couldn't watch him from the stadium but I could see him on TV. He said the stadium would be too loud but mom had the volume on the TV up so high that I think dad was wrong about which place would be more quiet.

"Mommy?"

"Yeah, honey," my mom said without looking away from the TV.

"How does daddy get into the TV?"

"Daddy's not in the TV," she told me.

"Well not yet he's not," I replied. Adults could be so literal some times. "But when he comes on, how does he get there?" Grandpa came into the room from the kitchen nearby and sat down next to mom and looked at me.

"What they do," grandpa began with his story voice. I loved grandpa's story voice. "Is take a special thing called a camera and point it at your dad," he said. "Then, the camera acts like a persons eye and takes a picture and sends it into the air. Our TV can take the picture out of the air and show us what the camera sees."

"Oh," I said. There's pictures in the air? How come I couldn't see them? Was I breathing them in? Was daddy's picture in me?

"There they are!" mommy said excitedly. She patted grandpa's knee to get his attention even though he was already looking at the TV.

"I see them," grandpa said with a chuckle. The noise was very loud so I hid behind the couch where it was a little more quiet.

"What are you doing back here?" grandma asked as she came in to the living room from the kitchen.

"It's loud," I told her. She looked back up towards the TV and then back at me with a serious face. I don't know why, but a lot of the times, grandma's serious face is funny.

"It is, isn't it," she said nodding. Then she patted my mom on the shoulder. "You're frightening your child," grandma said looking back at me once she had mom's attention.

"Oh, I'm sorry honey," mom said with a little laugh. "I should probably turn it down a little, huh?" I nodded my head big. Sometimes when I give adults a small nod, they don't see it. So when it's important, I nod big so they can see it. After mom turned the volume down, she patted her lap for me to sit on. Once I got up in her lap, I watched the TV with everyone. There was some old man speaking on the television when grandpa spoke again.

"That damn fool is trying to make this war go on forever!"

"DAVID!" grandma said as she swatted at him. When ever grandpa said bad words, grandma would always yell 'David' for some reason and swat at him. It was funny. "Watch your language!"

"Sorry, it's just that-" the TV made a loud noise again and scared me. It also seemed to scare mom too because she jumped with me in her lap.

"What was that?" she asked. Then the TV stopped working and a picture of all these different colored rectangles came up. Mom just covered her mouth with her hand after that.

"What's wrong mommy?"