Flight Log of Fantasy
Thunder Chapter Fourteen: Xi
By
Blue Dragon
(I don't usually have these notes at the
beginning, but this is different. This is a flight log of the chapter
fourteen aerial battle, and includes all of the radio transmissions
from the fight with aviatars, if you don't already know. This is in
no way related to the development of the story. This also lacks a
lot of descriptive elements, think of it as a half-recording from the
fight.)
"Uh . . . this is AWACS. Here in the
'military' we use call signs. Usually for security, but not in this
case since the enemy isn't sentient. Pyros could still be listening
in. I trust you all know call signs and military talk?" Oren asked
over the communications.
Affirmative responses rung out
from the communications.
"I thought 'S' was Sierra?" Nida questioned.
"We're changing things around. Regent Cid, you're Romeo 3. Al Bhed Cid, you're Echo 4. Headmaster, you'll be Hero 2. Highwind, you're Apocalypse 1. All right?"
More affirmative responses jumbled themselves up.
"Good. Three hundred and eight bandits spotted five miles north and closing at seventy-two mph at vector three-two-zero. Right in front of you. Keep flying to intercept them. You're cleared to engage."
"Sonic Five. It's been a while since I've flown . . . . "
"I've got a U2 and an SR-71 here. Which one is better for me to use for AWACS?" Oren asked.
"Apocalypse One here. Those don't seem like good AWACS planes."
"I know, but I'll be around and will need to relay information about the fight back and forth to garden. The communications there are down and I need a fast plane."
"Oh. Then the Blackbird sounds good."
Nida noticed the plane already begin a fast approach from the huge section to the rear of him.
"How the heck are you
going that fast?"
"Blue 42 here. Sonic Five, keep in mind
that this is reconnaissance aircraft. Of course it goes fast."
"I
see . . . . "
"Blue 42 again. Make sure that your helmets
are on tight, and all your gear is on right. Lets show these things
what we're made of.
"They're flooding the skies! This is
He-"
"Watch it! Hero, you have eighteen of them trying to
take out your wing! All of you be on guard, that's what I'm here
for, AWACS that is."
"Friggin' screw that! Two of them are
on my wing and trying to make me go down! They're eating my eagle!
Apocalypse, over."
"I'm too fast for them. This is Romeo
3, Fox 2.
"I'm Sonic Five, enlighten me."
"I've got one on my windshield! On my windshield! Sonic Five, and I can't see!"
"This is Echo telling you to accelerate, doggonit!
"Easy for you to say in your nice plane, these things are too maneuverable for me!"
" I got eight! The missile blew them all in half! This is Romeo telling you he's invincible . . . . . "
"Whatever, that's only THREE HUNDRED MORE TO GO!!!"
"AWACS telling you to Calm down, Highwind."
"This is Hero Two. I shredded four of them with my guns. Apocalypse, did you shake them off of your wing?"
" I got 'em off. Guess what? You can kill em' just by flying right through em'."
"This thing is pretty damn nimble. Blue 42, can I change my call sign to a much worse name?"
"Echo? Is that you?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry, I don't
have much time to experiment. Regent, stop flying like a king and
get into the fight."
" . . . I should shoot you down for
that."
"If ya'll are quite done, we have to fight!"
Echo reminded them.
"I'm Echo! A chunk of my wing is gone!
My flight is hindered! Someone help!
"Hero. I flew right
through twelve of them! How many do we have now, Blue 42?"
"You've
gotten twenty-four. Two hundred and eighty-four left to go. I'll be
keeping track."
"Regent, did I tell you that your call
sign sucked? From Apocalypse."
"Quit you're joking and
fly!"
"Fine fine . . . I'm back! As long as I don't try to
turn left, I won't go down. . . I just flew through another eighteen.
Echo, over."
"Two hundred and sixty-six left to go. . .
Hero 2, Fox 1 through 3!"
"Headmaster Cid here, I just got
another twenty-eight of them!"
"No way! Two hundred and
thirty-eight targets remaining."
"Nida here, I accelerated
and flew right through them! More of 'em! MORE!
"Daaamn,
man. I saw him, he must of nailed a million. Apocalypse,
over."
"Nida. . . you just destroyed forty-eight more. . .
and two just crashed into my thrusters."
"Echo Four, can I
get a report, AWACS?"
"On what?"
"How many of
these things are still alive?"
"You've gotten one hundred
and eighty-eight"
"That's still over a hundred to go! And
there's blood all over the front of my plane! Sonic, over."
"This
is the Regent. I just shredded forty- four with some machine guns
and two missiles."
"Apocalypse speaking. I just got
another forty-five by flying right through."
"Don't worry
Sonic; we're almost done here. 100 targets left. AWACS saying,
you're all still ding well."
"They're getting faster!
Hero here, and I can't catch 'em!"
"In that case, we may
need assistance. You all need to be further on your guard."
Reno's
voice echoed in.
"Holy. . . I have to
be more careful"
"Reno, is that you? Holy hell, who told
you you could fly!? Apocalypse, over."
"Reno, this is
AWACS. Call me Blue 42. Cid is Apocalypse 1. We need help
here."
"Oren! Er, Blue 42, we need you to get us back to
our planet temporarily."
"That'll have to wait. Help us
out here, these aviatars are getting frisky."
"Avia-whats?"
"Head
north about five miles at now thirty thousand feet. Reno, your call
sign is 'Turkey 1'"
"What!?"
"Are those your
friends I detect on radar?"
"Yeah, a Tomcat and a
Harrier."
"I or II? This is AWACS, everyone."
"Shaky as hell, Elena."
"You're not a very good pilot either. This is almost nothing like those airships."
"AWACS speaking. But you know the basics. Elena, Rude, this is AWACS, Blue 42. You two are Turkeys 2 and 3. Head five miles north to engage."
"This is Turkey 2 asking 'What'?
"I'm not taking you back to your planet, even if it is temporary, until you help us. Over and out."
"It's Rude. I've got 'em . . . five of them are gone."
"Only five? Get more!"
"Cid, Don't rush him. I killed twenty-two more by flying right through! I'm good."
"Keep your gear on. We've already been using that tactic. Echo speaking."
"Seventy-three targets remaining. Turkeys, I may not be able to take you back, so don't get your hopes up.""Turkey Three . . . I got five more."
"AWACS here, sixty-seven targets left."
"Turkey here, got another one."
"Don't bring Armageddon on us now. Left with sixes of those things? Apocalypse, over."
"This is Romeo. I've seen Armageddon, and he smokes cigars."
"Apocalypse is telling you to shut your mouth."
"AWACS. Is 66 some sort of curse? Anyway I've taken three on a wing, there are sixty-three left."
"You're listening to Echo. I just finished raiding a huge cluster, got thirty of 'em."
"This is Blue 42. One more crashed into me, so we've got thirty-three left.""Sonic here, I burned up five more."
"Eight more of 'em down. Apocalypse speakin'.""Goodness . . . . bodies are littering the beach. Echo, can you manage? This is AWACS."
"I'm fine . . . . . "
"AWACS here, Nine targets remaining.""Echo here, I got another one."
"Bandit shredded by Sonic Five."
"Regent Cid speaking, I flew right through one."
"This is Hero Two, bandit shredded.""Fried the bitch with my jets. Don't mess with the apocalypse."
"Aviatar down . . . . "T3 muttered.
"Turkey Two here, great work."
The Third Turkey said nothing."Missile hit from Turkey Two"
"Turkey One, I flew right through two of them."
" . . . . And I that's all of them. Nice work, everybody. Bandits are down, or no factor. All aircraft, RTB. Blue 42 saying, excellent work."
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AN: You are a true fan of my fic if you are possessed to have actually read all of this. Anyone that has reviewed my fic thus far and this chapter deserves special recognition. Anyway, Chapter 15: Omicron is coming soon.