Taylor was now situated in her bunk on the aircraft carrier. She was
sharing the small cabin with five other women, but she was the only
officer. They had landed about six hours ago and were sailing out. All they
could do now was wait.
"Lieutenant?" one of her crew asked. Taylor rolled over and looked down at the seated figure at a table.
"Yeah Jones?" she asked.
"You never did tell us about your sudden marriage," she said smiling. The other girls were eager to hear this as well. Taylor smiled as she rolled her band around her finger.
"Well, what do you want to know?"
"For starters, who is this guy?"
"His name is Eric Meyers and he's the Co-Commander of the Silver Guardians in Silver Hills."
"I've heard of those guys," another one of the girls said. "They really have power rangers working for them?" Taylor suppressed a small laugh.
"Not sure. He said he met them once, but that's it. . ." Taylor then told the girls about her Town Hall wedding and they all sighed with contentment.
"It's so romantic. Like in World War two when the soldier ships out. . ." Dakota mused.
"Except this time the girl's the one in action," Taylor said.
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Three days later saw Taylor in her plane. She ran her fingers over the familiar gears and screens before adding her own touch- the note from her husband. She tucked it into a corner by the joystick and placed her helmet on. The day before had been spent in planning meetings with her squad.
A rouge group of enemy planes were heading towards a small, unarmed battalion of medical workers and had to be stopped a few miles inland. Her squad was chosen to disable the enemy and allow safe passage for the medics. She was ready. She flipped on her radio and clicked her helmet closed.
"Yellow Eagle to squadron, do you read?" she said flipping her flight controls. One by one they all checked in.
"Eagle 1, loud and clear," Dakota said.
"Eagle 2, I hear you," Rodriguez said.
"Eagle 3, ready to roll," Jones checked in.
Last but not least, their newest member called in. "Eagle 4, online," Hogan said. He was a newbie, but had impressed Taylor from the beginning. She knew he would do well.
Taylor tuned in to master control. "Eagle squadron ready to fly." One by one they took off. Taylor took the lead and they formed a V formation. "ETA ten minutes."
"Eagle 1 to Yellow Eagle."
"Go ahead Eagle 1," Taylor said back.
"Do we call you Meyers or Earhardt?" Taylor smiled and grabbed for her oxygen mask.
"Meyers," she said. There was silence for a few moments before Taylor snapped back to action. "Alright Eagles. Let's lock and climb." The others locked their oxygen masks on and followed Taylor higher into the sky.
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"Are you ever going to get out of this office?" Wes asked leaning on Eric's door. Eric took his eyes from his paperwork. "You can't mope like this forever. She's only been gone three days ad already you're freaking out."
"What would you have done if you found out Jen went looking for those mutorgs and was missing for a week?" Wes was silent.
"I'd be worse than you," he said sitting across from him. "But look at it this way- she's doing what she loves best and she' protecting the earth like she promised." Eric had to smile at that.
"Yeah. . . I just. . ."
"It's okay to say you miss her. There's no harm in that." Eric smirked at Wes.
"I guess I should get out of here at some point," he said. Wes grinned at him. "What are you thinking?"
"Well, I got a call from Cole this morning. . ."
"Alyssa?" Eric asked smirking.
"Yup- yesterday. Seven pounds, three ounces. They named him Leo." Eric laughed a little.
"For Corbett?"
"No- I never really thought about that. . . but Leo means Lion and apparently they thought it fit," Wes said. "I was thinking of going over to visit with Jen and you should come too.
Eric moved his head and looked at the picture of him and Taylor he had now on his desk. "It just doesn't seem right without her."
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"Mail call!" The cry made Taylor's heart jump. It had been nearly eight months since she left home. All of her missions were complete successes and her squad was in high spirits. At the moment, they were on a different carrier and many of the squads were gathered in a large meeting hall after a debriefing meeting.
The messenger called out names and handed them out accordingly. "Meyers!" he called. Taylor stood and took the three messages from him. She went back to her bunk and read them over.
One was from Alyssa and Cole. A picture of Leo was included and her eyes filled with tears. 'I miss you Auntie Taylor,' was written on the back. She opened the next one from Tori and sat up quickly, bumping her head on a pipe.
"You alright?" Jones asked. Taylor had a wild look in her eyes.
"My sister got sighed to a surfing contract!" she exclaimed. She looked over the letter again and still couldn't believe it. '. . . so you should be seeing me on ESPN pretty soon. . .' she read.
She came to her last letter. She recognized the writing immediately and rolled her ring around her finger. Eric's letters were always so wonderfully written that they all made her cry. She would make sure to get him for that when she got home.
As soon as the envelope was opened, the sweet scent of his cologne captured her. Every one of his letters was sprayed with it and it drove her crazy with longing. He said much of the same thing he always said. . . work was good, Wes and Jen were good, and that he missed her more and more everyday. It was that part that made her cry.
'Damn you Eric for making me break down like this,' she would say to herself smiling. 'God I love you.'
In the next few weeks, the conditions in the area they were protecting were improving and there were talks about her squad, as well as the others from her base, returning home. After a long discussion, the Eagle Squad was chosen to take out the last of the rebel planes that were attacking. Taylor was flying high in her plane with her squad in tight formation, ready for their final battle before they would go home.
"yellow Eagle to squadron- Let's finish this," she said as the enemies came into view. There were three bogies in front of them and they broke formation with Taylor Flying solo and the other four planes setting up shots. "Fire when ready."
She watched as one of the planes was taken out by Rodriguez and Jones, while Hogan and Dakota pulled back to let Taylor take her shot. She fired and hit her target dead on. She never saw the final plane on her back until Jones called her.
"One on your tail yellow Eagle!" she called.
"I see him," she said. Trying to keep her cool,
"I have a shot," Dakota said.
"Take it," Taylor said.
"but you may get caught in the repercussion." Taylor felt her mind go blank. She knew that it was dangerous, but she knew she had to risk it or face her end. She looked down to the note attached to her joystick. Her thoughts flew by quickly of her husband.
"Take it," she said.
Dakota fired.
The explosion from the plane caused Taylor's plane to falter and be thrown off course. Pieces of debris flew at her and one piece that was on fire clipped her wing and sent her into a tailspin.
"I'm hit!" she said. Taylor felt herself loosing control of her plane, but kept her head about her. She straightened out ass much as she could. "Mayday, mayday," she said. "Yellow Eagle preparing for ejection," she said. She grabbed the note from Eric, shoved it in her pocket and pressed a red button.
The cab of her plane flew off and she was shot upwards into the sky.
"Lieutenant?" one of her crew asked. Taylor rolled over and looked down at the seated figure at a table.
"Yeah Jones?" she asked.
"You never did tell us about your sudden marriage," she said smiling. The other girls were eager to hear this as well. Taylor smiled as she rolled her band around her finger.
"Well, what do you want to know?"
"For starters, who is this guy?"
"His name is Eric Meyers and he's the Co-Commander of the Silver Guardians in Silver Hills."
"I've heard of those guys," another one of the girls said. "They really have power rangers working for them?" Taylor suppressed a small laugh.
"Not sure. He said he met them once, but that's it. . ." Taylor then told the girls about her Town Hall wedding and they all sighed with contentment.
"It's so romantic. Like in World War two when the soldier ships out. . ." Dakota mused.
"Except this time the girl's the one in action," Taylor said.
((((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))
Three days later saw Taylor in her plane. She ran her fingers over the familiar gears and screens before adding her own touch- the note from her husband. She tucked it into a corner by the joystick and placed her helmet on. The day before had been spent in planning meetings with her squad.
A rouge group of enemy planes were heading towards a small, unarmed battalion of medical workers and had to be stopped a few miles inland. Her squad was chosen to disable the enemy and allow safe passage for the medics. She was ready. She flipped on her radio and clicked her helmet closed.
"Yellow Eagle to squadron, do you read?" she said flipping her flight controls. One by one they all checked in.
"Eagle 1, loud and clear," Dakota said.
"Eagle 2, I hear you," Rodriguez said.
"Eagle 3, ready to roll," Jones checked in.
Last but not least, their newest member called in. "Eagle 4, online," Hogan said. He was a newbie, but had impressed Taylor from the beginning. She knew he would do well.
Taylor tuned in to master control. "Eagle squadron ready to fly." One by one they took off. Taylor took the lead and they formed a V formation. "ETA ten minutes."
"Eagle 1 to Yellow Eagle."
"Go ahead Eagle 1," Taylor said back.
"Do we call you Meyers or Earhardt?" Taylor smiled and grabbed for her oxygen mask.
"Meyers," she said. There was silence for a few moments before Taylor snapped back to action. "Alright Eagles. Let's lock and climb." The others locked their oxygen masks on and followed Taylor higher into the sky.
((((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))
"Are you ever going to get out of this office?" Wes asked leaning on Eric's door. Eric took his eyes from his paperwork. "You can't mope like this forever. She's only been gone three days ad already you're freaking out."
"What would you have done if you found out Jen went looking for those mutorgs and was missing for a week?" Wes was silent.
"I'd be worse than you," he said sitting across from him. "But look at it this way- she's doing what she loves best and she' protecting the earth like she promised." Eric had to smile at that.
"Yeah. . . I just. . ."
"It's okay to say you miss her. There's no harm in that." Eric smirked at Wes.
"I guess I should get out of here at some point," he said. Wes grinned at him. "What are you thinking?"
"Well, I got a call from Cole this morning. . ."
"Alyssa?" Eric asked smirking.
"Yup- yesterday. Seven pounds, three ounces. They named him Leo." Eric laughed a little.
"For Corbett?"
"No- I never really thought about that. . . but Leo means Lion and apparently they thought it fit," Wes said. "I was thinking of going over to visit with Jen and you should come too.
Eric moved his head and looked at the picture of him and Taylor he had now on his desk. "It just doesn't seem right without her."
(((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))
"Mail call!" The cry made Taylor's heart jump. It had been nearly eight months since she left home. All of her missions were complete successes and her squad was in high spirits. At the moment, they were on a different carrier and many of the squads were gathered in a large meeting hall after a debriefing meeting.
The messenger called out names and handed them out accordingly. "Meyers!" he called. Taylor stood and took the three messages from him. She went back to her bunk and read them over.
One was from Alyssa and Cole. A picture of Leo was included and her eyes filled with tears. 'I miss you Auntie Taylor,' was written on the back. She opened the next one from Tori and sat up quickly, bumping her head on a pipe.
"You alright?" Jones asked. Taylor had a wild look in her eyes.
"My sister got sighed to a surfing contract!" she exclaimed. She looked over the letter again and still couldn't believe it. '. . . so you should be seeing me on ESPN pretty soon. . .' she read.
She came to her last letter. She recognized the writing immediately and rolled her ring around her finger. Eric's letters were always so wonderfully written that they all made her cry. She would make sure to get him for that when she got home.
As soon as the envelope was opened, the sweet scent of his cologne captured her. Every one of his letters was sprayed with it and it drove her crazy with longing. He said much of the same thing he always said. . . work was good, Wes and Jen were good, and that he missed her more and more everyday. It was that part that made her cry.
'Damn you Eric for making me break down like this,' she would say to herself smiling. 'God I love you.'
In the next few weeks, the conditions in the area they were protecting were improving and there were talks about her squad, as well as the others from her base, returning home. After a long discussion, the Eagle Squad was chosen to take out the last of the rebel planes that were attacking. Taylor was flying high in her plane with her squad in tight formation, ready for their final battle before they would go home.
"yellow Eagle to squadron- Let's finish this," she said as the enemies came into view. There were three bogies in front of them and they broke formation with Taylor Flying solo and the other four planes setting up shots. "Fire when ready."
She watched as one of the planes was taken out by Rodriguez and Jones, while Hogan and Dakota pulled back to let Taylor take her shot. She fired and hit her target dead on. She never saw the final plane on her back until Jones called her.
"One on your tail yellow Eagle!" she called.
"I see him," she said. Trying to keep her cool,
"I have a shot," Dakota said.
"Take it," Taylor said.
"but you may get caught in the repercussion." Taylor felt her mind go blank. She knew that it was dangerous, but she knew she had to risk it or face her end. She looked down to the note attached to her joystick. Her thoughts flew by quickly of her husband.
"Take it," she said.
Dakota fired.
The explosion from the plane caused Taylor's plane to falter and be thrown off course. Pieces of debris flew at her and one piece that was on fire clipped her wing and sent her into a tailspin.
"I'm hit!" she said. Taylor felt herself loosing control of her plane, but kept her head about her. She straightened out ass much as she could. "Mayday, mayday," she said. "Yellow Eagle preparing for ejection," she said. She grabbed the note from Eric, shoved it in her pocket and pressed a red button.
The cab of her plane flew off and she was shot upwards into the sky.