Sixclaw
Chapter 25
FORT SKULL
Of course there had to be an attack, in the middle of lunch break! thought Lasher, striding towards the launch bay. Several skullian fighter jets were there, awaiting launch.
The large weasel hit the big red button that opened the doors to the launch bay. Lasher grabbed a microphone, and spoke over the com. "All fighters, we are go for launch."
"Copy that."
"Roger."
"Strapped in."
"Fighters are go."
"Launch."
Twenty skullian fighters activated their boosters, and flew off towards the flatlands.
SOMEWHERE OVER THE FLATLANDS
Sixclaw climbed down the hull of the massive transport. What the hell was I thinking? Sure, Sixclaw, just climb the hull in the middle of a battle, and rewire the mainframe!
Sixclaw knocked off the cover to the control panel, and tapped into her com. "Alright, what do I do?"
"First, hit the Divert Power button."
"Alright." Sixclaw hit the small purple button, and the sound of a massive machine powering down split the air.
"Now, switch the busted fuse out with the backup fuse." said Coggs. "It's inside that little black panel."
Sixclaw opened the panel, and a little tube with a sliver of metal inside fell out, and into her paw. She then grabbed the blown fuse and ripped it out, letting it fall to the ground far below. She plugged the new fuse back in. "Alright, what do I do now?"
"Now, you hit the divert power button again, and get the hell out of there."
"So rude." said Sixclaw, hitting the button.
The cat began to climb back up the hull, but a Dragon queen fighter appeared behind her. The gun centered, the barrel rotated, and Sixclaw prepared herself for death.
Suddenly, Crabfang threw himself onto the windshield, and stabbed through the glass with his sword, killing the pilot, and jumped in. "Get in!"
Sixclaw jumped in, and Crabfang took the seat to the right. "I'll fly!" said Sixclaw.
"When did you learn to fly one of these?"
"It was a part of basic training." said Sixclaw.
"Okay, now let's go pick up One-Eye!" yelled Crabfang. Sixclaw thumbed the accelerator forward, and the small ship boosted, sending it towards where One-Eye stood, arms waving, on top of the massive transport ship.
Sixclaw slowed her ship down, and One-Eye jumped into the cockpit.
"Oh, hey One-Eye!" said Crabfang. "Nice of you to join us!"
One-Eye glared at the snarky feral cat. "Shut up, Crabs."
"Not to interrupt, but we'll need a gunner!" said Sixclaw.
"I'll do it!" said One-Eye and Crabfang simultaneously.
"Alright, One-Eye. You shoot, and Crabfang will be my copilot."
One-Eye climbed down into the gunner's seat, and revved the massive cannon.
The ship took off, and One-Eye yelled, and began shooting.
Suddenly, few Skullian ships appeared on the horizon.
"We're saved!" yelled Crabfang, grinning happily.
Then the ships got shot down.
"We're Not saved!" yelled Sixclaw, diverting power to the thrusters.
At seeing part of his prized air fleet blown up, the wildcat became pissed. "SONUVA- MY SHIPS! THEY BLEW UP MY SHIPS!"
"The only way we are gonna survive this is if we protect the transport until we get to Fort Skull."
"Wrong." said One-Eye. "We can fly to Fort Skull and get the Rebel Spirit."
"Rebel Spirit? Risky bet."
"What's the Rebel Spirit?" asked Sixclaw.
"My ship." said One-Eye. "It's a prototype."
"But what about the rest?" said Sixclaw.
"What about em?" said One-Eye, "I have complete confidence in my troops to survive twenty minutes without me."
"Good point." conceded Sixclaw, revving the engine and turning the plane towards the woods.
FORT SKULL, ABOUT TEN MINUTES LATER
"There she is!" said One-Eye, as him, Sixclaw and Crabfang, arrived in the airship bay.
What the wildcat was talking about was a medium sized ship. It had a semicircular wing at the back, and a rectangular wing in the middle of the ship, which did not look as much for flight as it did holding the massive amount of weapons on the ship. It had a crew cabin at the back, and was black with red trim. The words "Rebel Spirit" were painted in large, red letters on the side.
"Let's go!" yelled Sixclaw, leading the way into the ship. "I CALL SHOTGUN!"
"Dammit, I was hoping to snag that."
"Cheer up, Crabs. You get one of the turrets.
"Oh. Cool."
SOMEWHERE OVER THE FLATLANDS
The Rebel Spirit flew low to the ground, wreaking havoc with the cannons and missiles. Suddenly, a squad of Skullian fighter jets came from behind and fanned out, each taking a Dragon Queen airship.
"YEAH! GET SOME, GET SOME, GET SOME, HAHAHAHAHAAA!" yelled Crabfang as he went ham on the enemies with the turret.
Suddenly, a Dragon Queen fighter landed a hit on a Skullian airship.
Then, like a chain reaction, ships started going down left and right.
"Dammit, we lost Remi!" yelled a Skullian pilot, speaking over the com.
"Gabe is down!"
"Bloodface too."
"Sir, we've got almost nothing left. It's your call. If you want to keep fighting, we'll stand behind you, but we should-"
"Fall back." said One-Eye.
"Transport 116F, initiate escape route." said Crabfang.
"Copy that Rebel Spirit, initiating now."
One the transport, Bootbrain, who had been in charge during One-Eye's absence, was leading the team back to the main cabin, after he had heard the boost alert.
"BUCKLE UP, BOYS! THIS IS GONNA BE ONE HELLUVA RIDE, HAHAHA!"
The confused Desert rats followed the example of their new Skullian allies, and clicked the straps into place.
Sixclaw and One-Eye watched as the larger ship's exhaust belched fire and smoke as the huge transport accelerated and was at Fort Skull in a matter of minutes.
One-Eye sighed, and spoke to his squadron. "Let's go home."
Twelve ships flew off into the distance.
A/N
Hey guys, sorry about the long wait, and this chapter being a bit more gun heavy. But I updated! Also, Something big is coming. I don't know when, and I don't know what, but I do know one thing. It's gonna be big.
R&R!