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Flashback...

The draftees were getting heaved off the bus, forced by their nation to fight the war "Over there".

The men included in the many that were there, in what were from Roanoke, included John Goldberg,

Matt Anderson, Dan Riley, Chris Folly, Ryan Kremlin, and Jimmy Patterson, the training camp, Camp Toccoa Georgia, there only instructions: "Assemble in Hanger 23 at 1300 hours."

The men, dressed in uniform now, waited impatiently, shifting around in the hanger, then the large doors opened up, and two men walked in, one weathered with age, the other in his mid 20's with brownish red hair.

The older man, yelled out in a loud voice:

"You men, today the brass is bringing back the cavalry,"

Ryan whispered softly to Chris "Damn, I hope were not riding horses,"

"Talking behind my back," The man, who was Lieutenant Jordan, yelled at Ryan.

"No sir," Ryan replied.

"Good, drop and give me 50," Jordan barked.

Kremlin immediately got down and started doing push ups.

Once he had gotten 50 down, he stood back up,

"Done sir,"

"I didn't hear you counting!"

"But sir.."

"Dammit Kremlin," Give me 50 again out loud, we can't have men in your current condition fight!"

Once he had gotten those down, Jordan continued,

"Now the cavalry.."

He was silenced by an overly loud buzzing, and a helicopter flew by the hangar and landed, another 4 followed it. Jordan simply grinned, made the signal to follow, as the men clambered aboard the helicopters, they were soon to be called the 12th Cavalry Division.

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Jimmy awoke, warmed for a moment by the memories of the past, of his friends, escape from the city seemed impossible, once he got a look at the city outside, it was in ruins with people seemingly being able to live short lives of the sickness, as if all the richness in the palace had been taxed from the city, the only charming part was the area were the nobles would stay. He now understood a small bit of why the people he met of such short noticed wanted to free the people, and kill the leader.

His dragon, who the king named, was not yet bound under by any oaths, nor was he.

He was now in ownership of a sword, which he called "Silverlight" rested on his bed table.

The king had named the dragon "Zaros" , the dragons true name, named by Jimmy was "Armadaryall"

Armadaryall was curled up by his feet, he had grown a small bit, and was now the size of a small dog, looked up at him, and blew a small smoke ring from his nose.

"The time for escape has drawn near, look, we have company," Armadaryall said in his small voice.

Jimmy looked over his bed, and standing there was a cat with red eyes, and small fangs was licking it's paw. It then looked up at him, and said "Good your up, I have instructions for you,"

Jimmy was astonished, A talking cat? he thought.

"Yes, lets skip the formalities, listen close, "

" When the first day arrives, distractions you will need, west tower watches over the unguarded path, friends will arrive with help, when you come to escape, ride south to meet your friends,"

Before Jimmy could ask any questions, the cat leaped out of the rooms only window, he ran over to the window, and looked out of it. Clouds were building up, no less then a day away.

"Well, what are you waiting for? lets have breakfast and prepare," Armadaryall said smugly.

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Somewhere in Alagaesia...

The patch where the bombers had landed was a peaceful place, though they could not stay there long, for it was getting colder with every day's passing. Doyle spent most of the time fishing, the fish here were no more different than the English countryside, almost had better flavor.

The men slept in their bombers, lived in them, ate in them, they did pretty much everything in there before the days started to get cold. The men had started to dig a hole in a nearby knoll, the evening marked that they had been there over a month, they feverishly dug out quarters, and a few other comforts.

The men sat, smoking some wild tobacco that they had pipes for, were enjoying the night when some bushes in the distance rattled, thud thud, thud thud thud, a large blue mass came out that looked something like a dragon depicted in St. George's battles walked out, carrying to people, a man and a woman, the dragons eye's carried sadness, the man and the woman both sat silent on the large beast's back.

Then they noticed 6 silhouettes of men following it as well.

Eragon's POV...

We rode on Saphira, towards the smoke puffs we had seen earlier, as she walked into the clearing, we noticed a glint of metal, several large "Airplanes" as Jimmy had called them laid there, some men sitting on a knoll, smoking.

I asked Saphira of their intentions, her reply was "They do not know where here is, they come from war, they have known grief well, as a brother, but not loved,"

I raised my hand up in the air and said "Hail riders of airplanes, we wish to meet with you,"

One man looked up from his writing.

Doyle's POV

I looked up from my writing, the man on the dragon was raising his hand in the air, I got up and strolled uncomfortably to him. When I had walked to him, he asked me of our position, I said we were doing fine, He said he needed us for a mission.

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3 Days later, Uru Baen.

Jimmy's Journal:

October 3rd 1976

So much has happened since I first arrived in this world, after I had been captured and introduced to my dragon, Armadaryall, I realized after Shruikan had told me, resurrection was in my hands, I could free this world, and at the same time set it to flame. The storm is just a day off, of what that cat told me, I have packed in secrecy, if I can escape and claim victory over the Empire, the world will be at peace, If I fail, the world will burn, a lot rests in my hands, but I will prevail.

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He finished writing, closed the small leather book and put it back in his pack, he had successfully finished packing, Armadaryall had endured a growth spurt in the past 3 days, he now stood a tad bigger then a horse.

He noticed a few dark shapes coming up the hallway, they asked for entrance I let them, they were men, draped in heavy red robes. One removed his hood, it was John Goldberg, the rest of the men removed their hoods, they were all his men, "What are you doing here," Jimmy cried out.

"We come to rescue you, we brought some friends that will be making a run over the city, if you know what I mean," Goldberg replied smoothly.

"Well, whatever the hell you plan on doing, did you bring the C4?"

"What, you you take me as stupid sarge?"

"Well, lets go, we gotta blow up the west tower, and then leave the city and watch the fireworks,"

"He hasn't changed one bit," Anderson said.

Jimmy told Armadaryall to wait outside, while they made escape, once they had made it to the west tower, Goldberg took out a small green square, pulled a nob and twisted it, and stuck it onto the wall, they hurried down the long hallways, pushed open the front doors, and ran out to greet Armadaryall.

Once they had "Talked to" The guards by the west gate, and gotten a fair distance away,

Jimmy said: "Now, if Goldberg set the fuses right, the tower should be gone right...about...now,"

The tower's base exploded, the top part of the tower came crumbling down, then men cheered, then some slight grey objects in the sky.

"Here they come,"

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Bomber flight 214.. "A" for Andy, over Uru Baen.

931, steady, steady, release bombs! I repeat Release bombs!

Whistling followed the dropping of bombs over the huge palace, tearing it apart into flames, we avoided the city, but after we had passed, a old man was standing there, anger in his face,

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"Wooohooo!"

"Alright!"

"Thank you James Doyle"

A Huey even appeared over the horizon, with the original pilots of that fateful day, it landed, and the pilot said to hem: "Alright boys, lets get back in this tin can and get the hell outta here,"

They flew off into the bright sunset, Armadaryall flying behind them, to Abernon to council with the Varden...

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