Hello, and welcome all! I hope everyone liked Chapter 6, 'cause in a chapter or two, I'm gonna do another one, complete with performance room and a table full of waffles! Send in OC's for the next OC party, which will need 10 to be perfect!

A little dream Charge has, ended with some good old-fashioned slapstick.

I'm writing this with a serious amount of writers block, so please do not criticize too much.

Disclaimer: Do not own Sonic the Hedgehog, the F-15SE, the Mig-29 or the E-3,

A voice crackled into my headset.

"Captain Charge, this is AWACS Black Star. Do you copy?"

"This is Captain Charge, call sign Cross, of the 118th "Black Aces" Tactical Fighter Squadron. I read you loud and clear, Black Star." I replied, looking to the large jet on my right, my prized black helmet with a blue cross sitting on my head.

"We've got multiple bogeys inbound, bearing two-four-zero. Looks like a group of Fulcrums. You and your squadron are cleared to engage." replied the voice from the large white E-3 Sentry.

"Roger that. You guys got that?" I asked, addressing my squadron.

"This is Havoc. I got it." my male dog wingman to my starboard responded.

"Raven here. You can count on me, Cross." a feminine voice belonging to the hedgehog on my port replied.

"Barb copies, Cross." the gruff voice from the cat behind me acknowledged.

"Break to port one-zero-eight degrees and prepare to engage." I ordered.

Our four F-15 Silent Eagles turned and prepared to fire. On my HUD, I could see the four Mig-29's preparing to engage as well.

"Prepare AIM-120's for engagement." I ordered my squadron.

I flicked on the targeting system. Although I couldn't see it, I knew that the four missiles were coming out of their bays, preparing to take a few Fulcrum's down in an explosion of flame and metal. Soon the parachutes would open over our territory, and the enemy pilots would be captured and would spend the rest of the war in a POW camp.

I watched the targeting device ricochet of the four Fulcrum's, finally settling on the lead one.

I flicked off the cover for the missile fire button.

"FOX THREE!" I shouted, pushing the fire button.

A small white streak shot ahead of me. Before it had even hit the Mig, the canopy had blown and the pilot had ejected. He fell for a few seconds before his chute opened.

His Mig-29 was blown into the middle of the next decade.

"Good kill, good kill." confirmed Back Star.

I rolled my Silent Eagle out of the way before it was hit by debris. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two other pilots eject out of their Fulcrum's before the jets exploded.

That meant there was one Fulcrum left.

I circled around, before spotting him frantically trying to shoot down Raven. He couldn't get a lock, because the spunky girl was flipping all over the place, making it impossible to get her.

I jammed my afterburners open and flew to help my wingman. Flying over, I could see the pilot panic and break off as I approached.

Wanting a little fun, I flew as fast as I could and overshot the plane slightly.

I then rolled the F-15 over so that our canopies were facing each other, my G-suit preventing any damage from being done to me.

Looking down at the pilot, I realized he was just a young grey fox, scared to death, knowing that he had no chance against the four of us.

I sympathized, and using a pad of paper and pencil that I always keep with me, quickly jotted down the number of our radio frequency and pushed it against the glass, all while making the gesture of tuning and listening to radio messages.

He understood and tuned in.

"English?" I asked him.

"Yes, I can speak it, sir." he replied, his voice shaking, with a heavy Eastern accent.

"Okay, here's the deal. What's your name, pilot?" I asked him.

"Lieutenant Иван Фокс (Ivan Fox), sir."

"Okay, Ivan, here's the choice. Choice number one: we will escort you back to base, where you will be lightly questioned, and spend the rest of the war in a government-provided house before returning to your home after the war. Choice number two, we blow your Fulcrum out of the sky and you get to spend the rest of the war in a POW camp." I offered him.

Ivan took a deep breath "I will allow you to escort me, sir."

I chuckled "Good boy. Don't be scared, none of your friends are going to come shoot you down for being a traitor. And you don't have to call me sir, by the way."

I rolled my jet so our wingtips were level. My radar told me that my three squadron mates were settling in on our tails.

Ivan was quiet for a while, but then asked "Then what should I call you?"

I thought for a sec "Call me Cross. That's my call sign, anyways. Speaking of which, do you have one?"

"Yes sir, this is Arrow of the 128th Fighter Squadron, at your service."

"Well, Arrow, we're coming close to base. I suggest you prepare for landing."

"Understood. Preparing for landing." the young fox replied, leaning over and pulling a few switches.

"We'll let my squadron land, then you go, and I'll bring up the rear. Got it?" I asked.

"Arrow copies, Cross."

"This is base tower. Black Aces and captured aircraft, you have permission to land."

As the rest of us circled, Havoc landed, then Raven, then Barb and then it was Arrow's turn. He pulled off a perfect landing, not even scratching a wing. Once he was down, a dozen soldiers surrounded him to bring him away.

Once I had landed successfully, I exited my jet and walked over to where the young fox was being detained.

The detaining officer asked a few questions about Ivan's life and what life was like in the air force on the opposing side.

It turned out that we chose the good side to fly for. The enemy air force rationed all food; routinely punished all of it's pilots and took teenagers away from their parents to fight for their country.

Before we could ask any more questions, a briefing was called.

I didn't want to leave the kid, but my duty called.

As the Black Aces gathered to be briefed, the commanding officer spilled the beans:

"A large, unidentified object has landed near Capital City, and is expected to be on its way to attack it. Your mission is to destroy this object, which is described as huge and red."

After entering our re-armed and re-fueled planes, we took off, went into diamond formation and headed to the designated target spot.

"I wonder what the heck that thing is?" Raven said, looking around to all of us.

"I bet it's some giant robot or tank." Barb guessed.

"Or a giant artillery piece." was a suggestion from Havoc.

"Whatever it is, we're about to find out." I replied, before ordering "Bombing formation!"

The four Eagles lined up, ready to drop 12,000 pounds worth of explosives onto the target.

Checking my radar, I documented "Target bearing Two-two-one, speed; 10 knots. Prepare to engage the…"

As I looked up to check the object we were attacking, it turned around and stared straight at my jet with a pair of large brown eyes.

The target was a giant Baby Knuckles.

I snapped my eyes open to see the real Baby Knuckles staring down at me from his vantage point on my chest with a twinkle in his eyes.

'Yous upsie! Yous upsie!" he cried happily "What for brekfas?"

I smirked and pushed him off lightly "Let me actually get up to make it before you can eat it!"

As we walked out of the room together, something caught my eye. I stared at it in mild surprise, but in reality, I was happy it was there.

Knuckles turned to me, looking surprised himself "Whatcha lookn ad?"

I turned, smiling, and ruffled his head "Nothing important. Now, let's get breakfast ready!"

With that, I walked out of my room with the little echidna, leaving the black and blue pilot helmet on my desk.