Standard disclaimer: Don't own Robotech, Alex is my own character, Shadow Squadron belongs to a couple of friends.

Who are you?

I'm an RDF pilot.

What's your squadron?

Shadow Squadron.

What's your name?

Bruder, Alex Bruder.

These are what a couple of kids asked me. They had found me barely twenty minutes ago. I was out cold. Lying, facedown, about thirty feet away from what was left of my fighter, the Blitzkrieg.

"Cool!" Shouted one of the boys, as he poked around the wreckage. He had found my helmet.

I smiled

"Careful, kid, you should get away from there."

The kid turned around and looked at me suspiciously.

"Why?"

I rolled my eyes and tried to get up, but failed.

"What are your names?"

"Mine's Sammy." Said the kid who was playing around, what once was, my VF.

"Mine's Sean." The one next to me said.

"Hey, Sammy." I chuckled as his head popped up from behind the Blitzkrieg, "Would you do me a favor?"

"Depends on what it is."

Whoa, he sounds like me when I was younger.

"Could you go into the storage compartment, you do know where it is," He nodded, and muttered something about his brother being a pilot, "There should be a black case there, see it?" Sammy rummaged around for a few seconds; pulled out the case, and brought it to me. "Thank you." I said and crawled over to the nearest tree. I leaned against it and opened the case. Inside was a laptop, my only hope of getting back to the Squad.

"Hey, Sammy."

"Yeah."

"Where are we?"

"In the forest."

I chuckled and replied," I know that silly."

Sean jumped down from the tree he was climbing in, " We're near Trenchtown."

"Trenchtown." I muttered and smiled. My cousin never could stop talking about the place. My smile got even wider as I watched Sammy and Sean play.

TBC.