Name: Hans Grimm
Age: 19
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115 lbs.
Blood Type: A
Background: The only pilot younger then Adam Blaze, Airmen First Class Hans Grimm his one of the Sand Island's mechanics while training in air combat under Captain Jack Bartlett. His callsign is Archer.
"Scramble all jets!" Hamilton screamed out, "Get all flyable aircraft into the air, immediately! Move it!"
"No shit!" Blaze mumbled as he sat down into the cockpit and prepared for launch. "Road call. This First Lieutenant Adam Blaze, Callsign Blaze."
"This is First Lieutenant Kei Nagase, Callsign Edge."
"This is Second Lieutenant Alvin Davenport, Callsign Chopper."
"Confirmed. All members of 108th Squadron accounted for." Blaze said, "Sand Island, we're ready for take off."
"Air raid warning! Enemy Bombers inbound!" Came a tech on the radio, "Scramble and engage!"
"Damn it. The Turbines won't start. C'mon! C'mon!" Chopper howled out.
"Chopper, stop panicking." Blaze ordered. "Relax and then try."
Like magic, Chopper managed to get the plane running. "Now take off. I'll go last."
"Blaze…" Nagase started to object.
"Don't question. Just do it." Blaze said before Nagase could say anything, "We have no time for arguments."
Nagase took off first. It was a quick and clean take off, though Blaze felt that she rushed it just a little. Chopper was next. Blaze closed is eyes for a moment of concentration on his Sixth Sense. They were almost out of time.
Blaze moved into high gear. He needed to get into the air now. Blaze went as fast a possible through the take off procedures. It was when he was finally in the air that the attacking aircraft reached them.
"Blaze, engaging!" Blaze said as his began fight the enemy aircraft to reach their bombers.
"Edge, engaging!"
"Chopper, engaging."
Blaze began to fire is guns. He wasn't trying to accurate. He just wanted to reach the enemy bombers. When he got radar lock one of the bombers Blaze fired and rolled to the next one.
As missile Blaze fired destroyed the first bomber, Blaze fired again at the second, which had the same results. At this point however, on of the escort planes had got a radar lock on him, forcing him to withdraw to take care of the enemy plane.
Nagase and Chopper fired upon the bombers. The never stood a chance. All enemy bombers were destroyed in a matter of moments, which seemed to drive the escort planes into chaos.
"I see you managed to get up." Pops called out, "Is you plane alright?"
"We're all just fine." Blaze answered, "Thanks for the concern."
"Glad to hear it. I guess keeping it in shape had paid off."
Blaze smiled… and then frowned. "We had bogeys coming in on vector 320. High speeds." Blaze announced "They not going to wait for us before they begin there next run! Wardog, move to intercept immediately!"
"Bombers in sight. Moving to intercept now, Blaze." Nagase said.
There were three bombers, all B-1's. "All right. This is what we are going to do." Blaze instructed, "We each get a bomber. We're not going to worry about any other plane until you have shot it down. Understood."
"Understood." Came the answer from both Wardog wingmen.
"All right. Let's destroy them."
Wardog got target lock there selected bombers and the same time and fired. Because the bombers thought they had gotten way, they never realized what happened. They were destroyed before they could even think to evading.
"Blaze, all bomber shot down." Nagase said.
"Confirmed. All right, let's split formation and fend off all aircraft attacking the runway." Blaze said.
"Sweet. Let's bag 'em." Chopper said.
"This is Wardog leader, Lt. Colonel Ford, approaching Sand Island. What is your status?"
"Well, here comes his highness from the mainland now." Chopper said.
"Yeah." Blaze said as he rolled his eyes. "Lt. Colonel Ford, This is First Lieutenant Adam Blaze." Blaze said, "Sand Island is under attack by hostile aircraft. Repeat, Sand Island is under attack.
"I trust you and you wingmen and hold the runway until I arrive."
"Yes, Sir." Blaze said.
"Yeah and while were at it, we can do some stunts to entertain you." Chopper said.
"Pops is taking off." Nagase said as the transport plane left the ground.
Blaze then noted another plane was out. "Hey, guys. Isn't that the captain's replacement plane?"
"Yes." Nagase cried out, "Yes it is."
"Who the hell pulled that out?" Chopper asked.
"This is Grimm. I was in the hanger helping out the mechanics. I'm taking off."
"The hell you are!" Chopper cried. "You're not even out of replacement pilot train yet! Isn't there any other spare pilots?"
"I didn't see any." Grimm answered.
"There's no time" Nagase said, "Be careful, Grimm. I'll cover you."
"We'll cover you." Blaze said, "Girl, you ever try to cover an area by yourself again, I'll drag you into a ring and knock you left and right." Blaze told her straightly, "Now, let's give Grimm a hand in getting into the air."
"Yes, sir." Nagase said, with a smile.
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"Did you hear, yet?" A solder said as he gave the gate guard a cigarette.
"Hear what?" asked the gate guard asked
"There transport plane is talking to the tower." The solder explained, "Clams to be from Sand Island.He's tellingthe tower that it's under attack.
"You're kidding."
"Nope. It's going to land here."
While the men were talking, a small figure quietly went past them.
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The enemy plane burst into flames as the bullets from Blazes guns tore into it. It was at that point that Blaze had missile lock on him. The Enemy plane fired, desperately trying to at him out yell, "Die, you demon!"
Living up to that assessment, Blaze then went past another enemy plane. The missile that was lock on to him hit the enemy right in the nose. One problem solved.
"What was that? That guy is nuts!"
Nagase thought her heart stopped for a moment when she saw that. Blaze was by far the best pilot she had ever seen, even better the Bartlett. It was impossible the way he flew, like he knew everything that was happen around him. It was incredible.
"This is Grimm, I'm taking off." Grim declared, "Can you see me?"
"I see you just fine, my friend. I hope you do as well up here as you're doing down there." Blaze said.
"This is Airmen First Class Hans Grimm, callsign Archer. Control tower, I'll be join Wardog Squadron."
"Archer, this is Blaze." Blaze then said, "I'll be number four on my wing. You understand?"
"Yes, Sir. I understand perfectly."
"This is Wardog Leader. I'm low on fuel. Requesting permission to land." Ford suddenly said.
Requesting permision to WHAT? Blaze thought. That was stupid.
"Negative, Colonel Ford!" Sand Island Tower said, "We are under attack. You may not land!"
"Friendly aircraft. Cover me as I land." Ford said, ignoring the tower.
"'Cover you as you land.' Are you insane?" Chopper exclaimed.
"Second Lieutenant Davenport, is that you?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'll be sure to write you up after I…"
Blaze shock his head. The Lt. Colonel never got to finish what he was saying, because at that point his plane had taken a missile. Blaze watched as the plane made a nose drive right into the ground. He knew that Ford was dead.
"Can't say he didn't deserve it." Blaze said, "Wardog, I would have told you all to disobey that order, anyway. It put our lives at unnecessary risk."
"Third wave, closing fast."
"They what are we waiting for. Let's get them." Blaze said.
They were five bombers. Great. Blaze lock onto the first bomber in formation. "Blaze, fox 2."
"Edge, Fox 2.
"Chopper, Fox 2."
"Archer, Fox 2."
"Grimm!" Blaze callout to him, "You got a bogey approaching on your right."
Grimm rolled around and easily got behind the bogey. He fired his guns until the plane went down.
Blaze razed his brows a little. "Excuse me, Archer."
"Yes, sir."
"You are Airmen First Class Hans Grimm, Right?" Blaze said, "Because you flying like an ace."
"Yeah, you have hands of gold." The tower declared. "Guess we didn't need to worry about you after all."
"So my flying was okay?" Grimm asked.
Blaze rolled eyes before he heard laugher on the radio, "Yes, Gimm. You did good." Was that Nagase?
"Thanks. It was all thanks to the support of all of you."
"Let's go home, shall we." Chopper said, "I want to get some sleep."