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Chapter 2: Meetings, and a New Metal bird.
The smell of warm kebabs flew through the camp, Eragon, unfortunately, ran into a metal pole while "Going Mad" as he called it, so he, well rally just laid there...
Good mead was being served to the men and women in the camp, though even through the jolliness being brought by the happy people, sorrow lingered in the air, for losses, and for weariness.
Jimmy was talking to Eragon about how they fought wars,and how their civilization was built up.
Eragon took very much interest in this, then told his tale, wen he came to mention Elves,
Jimmy spat out a mouthful of water and so on. The soldiers met Saphira, extremely surprised at first, then they all got to know her better, (Hey, the chapter is called meetings, so bear with me)
When night came, they were led to their tents, said goodnight to their friends, and slept if well logs are considered...
Here is the story of James Doyle, Dorsal gunner in the R.A.F.(Royal Air force)
The projector flashed on, with its usual blinding light that I had grown used to.
"Morning gents," the Officer said, "We have a few new faces here, so bear with me while I bring them up to speed," He countinued,We have been given the dubious honor of testing the Yank's(American) new heavy bomber, called the B-17 Flying fortress, We're calling in Fortress I", He paused, setting up the projector.
"Your target today is a heavy industrial complex, outside of Rotterdam, on the way, you will encounter several heavy flak belts, and several highly active Luftwaffe airfields," He said, calmly yet worriedly, "Probably 109s, fast and deadly."
"Good luck, I'll buy you all a round in the mess when you return," He finished.
Somewhere over the English Channel, 0900 Hours Sept. 3rd 1941
"Right Skipper," the tail gunner said, "We'll soon be over the coast, Simmons ran into some heavy flak here," He finished.
"Doyle, you better get up to your dorsal turret, you know how the skipper gets," Danny, the left waist gunner said.
"Right," Doyle replied as he squeezed in between Danny and John, the right waist gunner.
"Doyle, quit mucking about and take your position in the dorsal turret," the Skipper shouted impatiently, He climbed up the ladder and took a seat.
"Good, now that our dorsal gunner has so graciously decided to join us we can do the weapons check, sound off," the Pilot said. "Left waist all set" "Right waist primed and ready" "Ball turret, Bloody uncomfortable," "I believe he's sitting cross-legged, hoping not to get them blown off!" Danny remarked. "Tail Gunner re.." "Hold on, flak," the Pilot shouted.
Little black puffs of smoke started to appear, with popping noises, because they were far away, if they hit close enough, you could hear the terrible grinding of shrapnel being let lose from the warhead.
"That's it? I was expecting more,"The Skipper said.
The flak renewed its attack in full force, "Pop, Pop pop BANG"
"You wanted more Skipper? You got it," Doyle yelled.
"They've hit one, B for Bertie, going down,"the Bombardier said.
They all watched the plane, on fire, slowly falling out of formation, they could hear the faint screams and yells over the radio, then the aircraft blew up and little shapes of men came flying out.
"Oh god..," The pilot cried.
They flew on for a couple of minutes, then out of the edge of their view, they saw a little slice of green.
"They're She is! Holland," The bombardier cried out happily.
"Never been there me self, though I did date a dutch girl once," The pilot said.
"Aye, how was she," Doyle asked.
"Thatll do boys, carry on till target," the Skipper interrupted.
"Bandits! 11'o clock high! gunners open fire," the navigator screamed.
Doyle could see them, little black specks, as they got closer, lines became visible, their wings.
The Spitfires broke from formation and headed to the new threat. One passed over the plane, Doyle pulled up the turret and immediately started firing, ripping the wing off the plane, as it began its long decent back to the ground.
More fighters began to appear and terrorize the bomber formation, Doyle had 3 kills so far,
One plane he hit, blew apart and the pilot flew straight into the rotor of the bomber, making a thick red cloud. This continued for what seemed like days.
"Fire in number 3 engine! Doyle, cut the fuel line, before the engine blows,"The Skipper called on the radio.
"Roger," Doyle replied.
He climbed out of his turret, went into the small compartment with the radio, maps and fuel line control, he cut the the line by spinning a small wheel, and then..
Back To the burning plains (Betcha didn't see that coming)
It was morning, the sun warming the world up from the long cold night, Jimmy sat up from his bed, and went outside, it would have been a glorious morning if not for the orange haze, and sulfur-like smell in the plains, He saw that Eragon and Sapphira were already awake, to he walked over to them.
"Hey, when are we getting out of this hell-hole," Jimmy Inquired.
"Today," Eragon replied, "We head to Farthen Dur for the Dwarf king, Hrothgar's funeral,"
"Well, my pack could feed us all, Me, you Arya, Roran, anyone else who wants to come," Jimmy said, proudness in his tone.
"What of your soldiers," Eragon asked.
"They wish to spend a few days exploring Surda's cities," He replied.
"So then we leave, three hours from now, in this spot, I will mentally contact you when the time comes," Eragon said.
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