Big Daddy and Cooler's Room, Male Barracks, CFB Hornet…
"Where did you find that little guy?" Big Daddy asked as I showed him Baby Tails who was crying.
"In an Audi R8 with his parents shot; one in the head and the other in the heart. By the looks of the wounds, I would say it was the work of a Dynamov." I said as I put the pacifier back in Baby Tails' mouth.
"A Dynamov? I thought only Russians use those weapons."
"Unless the gangs and the mafia have Dynamovs now."
"You sure it wasn't a AK-98 Markov semiautomatic submachine gun?"
"Certain,"
"Interesting. So what do you plan on doing with the baby?"
"Well, I'm going to take care of him…"
"Cooler, you can't do that! You'll be missing so much flight time, training, and missions; it just wouldn't be able to work."
"Oh come on Big D," I whined, "I could handle him."
"There's more about babies than you think Cooler. You'll have to change him, bathe him, feed him, take him for walks, give him lots of love and attention, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera!"
"I'll be able to work it out."
"You're not the King for the love of Stalin! And besides, what are you going to do if Megatron captures you again, WITHOUT the baby?"
I pondered that for a moment. Good question, what would I do? I smiled at looked at my partner, "You could take care of him?"
"No way Jose!" the Alaskan malamute was defiant, "I can't give up time to take care of…"
"And yet you were able to take of me when I was out of it," I said sadly, "When I had saved your back, you said you would make it up to me. And now I'm saying this is how you can make it up."
"Yeah, but I don't know how shooting down a MiG-31 Foxhound is able to work out to this; it still feels like I haven't fully made it up to you."
"Except that MiG-31 was pursuing you and getting ready to shoot you down, so I shot him at point-blank range with my cannon." I cradled Baby Tails in my arms as Big Daddy looked at me weird, "The fact is he was going to kill you, just like how Megatron will want to kill me and you'll save my back by taking care of this little guy for me."
"Fine," Big Daddy growled softly, then he smirked, "You don't know how to take of a baby do you, Cooler?"
"I got a pretty good idea, no thanks to 'Tweedle-Dee' and 'Tweedle-Dumb'!" I snarled and my friend nodded. He knew exactly who I was talking about.
"Then why do you look like you haven't a clue for what to do?"
"Because he's hungry and I hope to Wayne that he's on a bottle!"
"Oh, that makes sense…"
"And I have a feeling that no female on this base would nor would he allow them to feed him."
"*snicker* Well, good luck if he is not on a bottle then!"
"You're not going to help?"
"Sorry dude," he left.
Axis of Evil Alliance Headquarters, Moscow, Soviet Russia…
General Vladimir Ourmurov had the troops assembled before Megatron and he made sure they were the best in the whole Soviet Union. He nodded to the Decepticon leader to address the troops.
"You are the Soviet Union's best?" the Harbinger of Death asked.
"Da sir!" all the troops called out obediently.
"Excellent! You have been briefed on the mission already?"
"Da sir!"
"What are the mission's objectives?"
"To infiltrate and overcome the forces in Montreal, Canada, sir!"
"Excellent! They know the Plan and you know the penalty if you happen to fail, General," Megatron hissed.
"Unless the Canadian forces find out and intervene." Ourmurov said.
The Decepticon leader growled at the word "intervene". He did not want the Canadian forces to react and 'detonate' his plans so he immediately started to talk to Soundwave in their ancient Cybertronian language, trying to come up with an alternative plan. Then he called Starscream, Thundercracker, Airwave, and Banshee over. He talked to them and they nodded; a new Plan.
"Here's the new Plan," Megatron announced to the soldiers, "You are to infiltrate the base from a Antonov An-124 Ruslan transport and you will be escorted by Russian aircraft and four Decepticon Seekers. Understand?"
"Da, sir!" the troops answered.
"Good! Now board your transport and get over there!"
Immediately all fifty troops boarded the transport plane and the engines roared as the Antonov An-124 took off and headed for Montreal.
The Axis of Evil Alliance leader also summoned a large amount of Soviet pilots and he briefed them on their mission.
Big Daddy and Cooler's Room, Male Barracks, CFB Hornet…
"Phew! That took a lot of work!" I said sighing with relief. Apparently Baby Tails was not on a bottle, so it took a lot of convincing and work to get him to try a bottle.
"Awe, it's Mother Cooler and a baby!" Weasel's voice called from behind me.
"Go away Weasel and go back to doing your stupid stunts!" I snapped at him.
"Whatever you say,"
"I thought you were going to try jumping out of a plane without a parachute."
"Engine failure; the plane won't start up."
"Well go find Chopper and perhaps you can find an alternative thing to do."
"Nah! I like bugging you…"
"Because you're gay?"
"NO!!! Ewe! No! Now I'm going to shun you for a long while." He left the room.
"And good riddance!" I called after him as I put a pacifier in Baby Tails' mouth.
I heard the alarm from the base ringing. An invading aircraft! Which meant we had to scramble to our CF-35s. I knew I had to join my buddies, but I just couldn't leave my little baby here all alone. So I took a trip to the female barracks and asked one of the ladies to take care of Baby Tails. To my surprise, she didn't mind at all, and I rushed back to my room and got into my flight suit. As I bolted out the door, I could see my whole team running onto the tarmac and climbing into their interceptors. I got into my fighter and got some assistance from my lead aviation technician with strapping into my fighter quickly. As I saluted to the Crew Chief, I looked at my weapons: 2 Sidewinders, a full load of bullets for the Vulcan cannon, and a Sparrow missile. Then my CF-35 roared to life as I started the engines and began V/STOL take-off. Then I blasted into the skies, heading for the approaching target, followed by my trusty wingman.
"Any idea what we're dealing with here, Big Daddy?" I asked as we roared through the endless skies.
"Yeah, a Soviet An-124 Ruslan transport along with a pack of Mig escorts!" he said as he flew onto my right shoulder.
"All fighters report in." Lucky ordered from his lead fighter.
"Viper standing by…"
"Iceman standing by…"
"Sparky standing by…"
"Big Daddy standing by…"
"Cooler reporting…" I just had to be different from the other pilots.
"Flash standing by…"
"Weasel weaselling sir!"
"Chopper standing by…"
"Shark standing by…"
"Growler ready to kick some Soviet ass!"
And the call in went on until all sixty pilots had responded.
Then we saw the enemy. An Antonov An-124 Ruslan transport backed up by MiG-29 Fulcrums, Su-27 Flankers, Su-47 Berkuts, and MiG-34s.
"Holy King Wayne!" Big Daddy swore as he saw the amount of enemy aircraft, "There's gotta be more than a hundred!"
From behind the enemy formation a F-15SE Silent Eagle, a MiG-29 Fulcrum, an F-4E Phantom II, and a F-14D Tomcat appeared from behind the formation.
"Decepticons!!!" I yelled as I recognized the four fighter jets.
"He lost it… and what the f…?" Lucky said as the F-15SE Silent Eagle started to transform into a robot.
"Attack!" Starscream yelled as he flew through the air and shot at CF-35 with his 20mm M61 Vulcan cannon, destroying the aircraft. Fortunately, the pilot ejected safely out of the aircraft. "Keep them distracted!" he ordered in Cybertronian all the pilots and the other Decepticons.
As the severely outnumbered CF-35 pilots battled the enemy escorts, the An-124 flew low to the city and opened the back door and paratroopers hopped out with their KF-46 Dynamovs in hand.
I put my CF-35 into vectored thrust and I rocketed skyward from the F-14 Tomcat Decepticon known as Airwave. I flipped the vector thrust down, and my jet immediately turned around and roared toward the enemy and fired a Sidewinder at him and since he started to flee, it went right into his engine and Airwave exploded in a ball of flame.
"Nice shot! Try to stick with me next time." Big Daddy said as he levelled his fighter beside mine, "These guys are trying to distract us from the transport."
"Then let's go destroy it!" I snapped, putting my engines on reverse and my jet spun a 180 degree right turn and I roared after the Antonov followed by Big Daddy.
I fired the Sparrow missile at the Antonov as well did Big Daddy and the huge aircraft exploded in a massive ball of flames, that engulfed everything that was near it.
"Got 'im!"
I was so happy, I failed to notice my radar and a missile exploded just off my aircraft's nose, almost making me piss in my pants from the fright. I glanced behind me, and the evil Starscream was behind me with a look to seek revenge.
"Big Daddy cover me!" I ordered as I turned my aircraft around and flew right past the Decepticon at Mach 2, breaking the sound barrier. The sonic boom shook my opponent who turned around and chased me.
"Big mistake Decepti-creep!" Big Daddy said as he fired his Vulcan cannon at the Decepticon's engines, destroying them. Unable to fly, the Decepticon fell to the ground and created a crater from the impact. As he struggled to get up, Growler and Shark bombed him with their explosives they had on their aircraft.
Seeing how the battle turned against the Axis Of Evil aircraft, the remaining jets flew away from the battle in full retreat. They lost over 40 aircraft and two Decepticons, but the mission was still a success; the ground troops had gotten into the city and made their way into CFB Hornet where they opened fire on the base personnel.
I just remembered that the Soviet transport had its back door opened in flight then it occurred to me that whatever was in it, was successfully deployed into the city. I broke from the pack of our fighters and I roared off when I saw a tiny explosion coming from the base.
"Now where's that idiot going?" Lucky asked as he and the others followed my CF-35 Lightning II.
As I approached the base, I saw the Soviet paratroopers and I targeted them with my Vulcan cannon. As I got them in my target sight, I pounded them with the bullets sending fire, blood, and smoke flying everywhere. Once the smoke cleared, I had killed ten. I saw the others and I flew over and hit them with the power of the cannon which killed them instantly. Only eight were left: two surrendered and the other six hijacked a non-military aircraft that was on the airfield and retreated back to the Soviet Union. The mission was a failure, but they had managed to gun down thirteen transport pilots, twenty-three technicians, five MPs, and two high ranking officers, and injured more than forty base personnel. As I flew my fighter over the base, I caught sight of my fellow pilots: we were missing twenty aircraft.
The two Soviet paratroopers who surrendered were immediately blindfolded, handcuffed, gagged (a little too harsh), and taken in a Bombardier CC-158 Elkhound prison transport.
I landed my jet in its designated spot and everyone who was at the base rushed out of their buildings or wherever they were from and cheered and clapped. I wiped the sweat from my eyebrows as I got out of my Lightning II and was hoisted on their backs; I was a hero! Even all my fellow pilots joined the celebration, all but one: Lucky. He snarled viciously and went into his barracks and slammed the door shut. He was really pissed and I couldn't figure out why. But then my attention turned back to the cheering crowd and I threw my arms in the air in a victory pose.