Hello everyone! Its been a while since I posted on My computer had a crash so all my documents were misplaced. I'm still looking around for mine, as well as Randall's. Anyway, I decided to make a come back with a new story that's been on my mind.

Well actually, as a matter a fact, this story is based on Monsters Inc.'s story and a few others. Such as Skies of Arcadia and Crimson Skies, as well as Sky Captain and World of Tomorrow. Its sorta a spin off with Airship-related material. You'll see as it gets into the story.

The story is really based on an idea of a story Randall was talking about in his School Days. This is the prologue, but Randall comes in the next chapter, along with Caylin as well .

Anyway. Enjoy this story, it'll be great, I hope.

Skies

Of

Another World

Prologue

Location: Aviation Squadron Raider Hanger

Time 12:35 A.M. January 12 2034

The small humming of an engine. The powering sound of thrust ready to burst. The smell of the motor oil and the locking of various machinery.

This was one of the many reasons Major Sullivan enjoyed the Aviation. There he stood on the over looking catwalk fixed into the hanger's side. Dressed in the commanding royal blue outfit, which held countless metals pinned on it. He looked rather proud of himself as he watched the preparing take off of the raider's search &recon mission. Sullivan remembered it well.

General Waternoose had issued him to take care of the proposed task. He had radioed him only just a few hours ago about the issue.

It seems an unknown craft had crash landed over the Vederia Ocean, preferably one of its islands. Sullivan was, of course, pleased to do it.

"Sir!"

Sullivan looked down the stairs of the walk, leading down to the cold metal floor of the hanger. It was only Ricky, a filed reporter for the search. Of course, his current task was to inform Sullivan when the Raiders were ready to take off.

"What is it Ricky?" Sullivan asked, slightly annoyed that his concentration was broken. Ricky held up his mouth slightly, his clipboard on it. Ricky probably wasn't the best reported, but more of a combat wanting monster, many agreed of course.

"Ready for final inspection sir" he responded. Sullivan switched to face, seeming pleased that they would be going fast. "Good....good" he repeated. Heading down the stairs, he grabbed the board, looking it over.

"Yes....everything seems to be in order...." He announced, looking at Ricky. "Fire'em away". Ricky nodded and turned.

"Start'em up boys!!!!!"

The once near-silent atmosphere broke ass the hanger's doors started to lift, showering light into the dimmed room. The wind tipped upward, rustling the few spots of Sullivan's suit.

His attention shifted to the two machines in charge of the operation itself. The two large air planes fitted with homed metal. A long smooth body of study metal, a glass top near its front, the cockpit. The spinning propeller sending a consistent motoring noise. Its wing span was as long as a boat. Its back end had an upward fine, the words of the squad printed on its body. A formidable machine.

Without a seconds hesitation, the two shot forward from the hook release on their landing gears. They showed forward, out into the open air.

They switched to the right, showing that one could never judge that they had come from the ground as they passed metal plating, heading downward and downward....

They went fast and swift, focused on their task, not wanting to divert their vision to Tyrant, the battle airship of the Aviation......

In case nobody noticed, this is a word document instead of .html. Well, I don't have Microsoft Works yet, but I didn't want to leave anyone hanging.

The story DOES have some relations to M.I.'s story, just pay close attention and see if you can spot'em.

Tell me what you all think, if ya don't, you won't see where Randall is here