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Chapter 3

This is the BBC home service, here is the 9 O'clock news, as of today it has been a total of 3 days since the Coalition forces first penetrated the large gate near the French town of Mougins. As of today there has been no contact with any enemy hostiles on the opposite side of the gate in question, as a result engineer crews has managed to successfully finish creating a makeshift air strip in the center of the newly established Coalition camp. The leader of the Coalition forces, one General Jean Phillippe Allard, has so far maintained the line of expected military action put forth by the French Ministry of Defense in Paris, by declaring the intention to attempt to make contact with a recently notices settlement that lays several hundred kilometers from the main Coalition encampment. Able to give us few details the general simply declared an intention "to make use of a peaceful show of force by using multiple air cavalry units as transports when moving to speak to the natives in question, as a way of showing our strength and hinting that it would be wise for them to look to make us their allies". It's with this in mind that Coalition forces intend to begin negotiations with the locals in this strange world and hopefully begin to create a united front against the unusual monstrosities which stalk their lands. In other news...

-BBC Nightly News August 31 2018

Unknown Position September 1st 2018, 10:00 hrs. Western European Time

It was the hard thump of turbulence that shook Private Alexander Simpson from his quiet sleeping position on one of the small seats of the AS365 Dauphin as it slowly made its way towards the intended drop off point in the center of the human settlement. Since the first day that the Coalition column had first penetrated the gate the French & Royal Air Forces has been flying reconnaissance drones across the entirety of the small strip of land which they had landed on and had made several discoveries. The first, and most obvious, was that of the settlement which they were in the midst of making their way towards; the second had been the large forests which resided not too far from the settlement which were followed by later discoveries of a possible coast line not to far east & west of the settlement. The distribution of this information throughout the ranks had allowed a sense of optimism to begin to surface amongst the troops as such a revelation implied two things, that they either a) on a peninsula or b) an island, either of which would greatly lessen the worries of beginning what could become an indefinite military campaign. It was with these recollections that Private Simpson proceeded to casually glance out of the window connected to the side door of the helicopter and cause himself to bear witness to the rest of the flight of helicopters as well as their escorts.

Their "escorts" were something which seemed to be pulled straight out of an old World War II film from the 1960s or 1970s as it consisted of a flight of old World War II era propeller planes, specifically eight Morane-Saulnier M.S.406s. Despite an early language barrier problem Simpson had been able to come into contact with a bilingual French pilot by the name of Joseph Taube who'd been able to give him some insight into the reason for such a bizarre decision on behalf of the higher military echelons. From what little information that he'd been given the whole reason had something to do with the fact that in order to minimalize the amount of soldiers required to fight the higher up decided that they'd wanted to begin training the citizens of the settlement they were approaching and a good way to ensure that they wouldn't pose a serious threat to them in future years was to give them out dated military technology should elect to want air forces. To many of the higher ups the best way to do this was to give them more inferior aircraft and the only way to get the pilots who would teach & command these units was to get the pilots in the current operation to get experience on these planes in order to gather more information on these slightly modified aircraft.

With his view of the air craft still unimpaired Alexander proceeded to raise his hand and move it in a friendly waving gesture, in response to this the pilot in the air craft in question proceeded to moved what looked to be their arm in response. Turning away from the window Alexander proceeded to close his eyes and attempt to relax once again in order to prevent worries as to what awaited them in the approaching settlement. The questions which could be raised were of all sorts. Did the people in the settlement know that they were coming? If they did how would they prepare for their arrival? Would they greet them with open arms or with swords and spears? If so would they make their intentions clear or would they such them in before springing a trap and attempting to kill them all? There, just like that the questions came fast & furious, causing Alexander's previously somewhat peaceful demeanor to be almost entirely lost, but before he could begin to try to reverse the effects of it a voice could be heard over the loud hum of the helicopter's rotors.

"All passengers on board ready yourselves, we'll be at the landing zone in 5 minutes"

Taking as deep breath Alexander tried to calm himself and made sure the safety on his assault rifle was on before checking the magazine to make sure that it was ready before returning it to its place in the rifle. From here he began the process of checking the various pockets of his uniform making sure that everything was there; his med kit, extra rounds, service pistol, and other possible things that he might've brought. Anything to get his mind off the possible danger that he and his squad might be flying into. Anything at all.

Unknown Position September 1st 2018, 10:00 hrs. Western European Time

Turning his head away from the helicopter to his right Cesar proceeded to return his focus back to the task at hand; that being flying a restored, reequipped, and fully operational Morane-Saulnier M.S.406. Cesar had seen these planes many a time when he and his father had gone to the French War Museum at L'Hotel des Invalides in Paris as a birthday present on his numerous birth days. He'd always marveled at the sight of the planes as the tiny models that the museum displayed could be seen decorating the display cases dedicated to the French military actions in the Battle of France, the North African, and Mediterranean campaigns in World War II before they were entirely switched out for the higher quality British & American fighters. Originally Cesar had found that bit to be sad, the idea that the Free French pilots had been pushed to get ride of their iconic planes for British & American ones, and he'd never been able to understand the decision. That was until now.

The fact that he was currently flying this plane was a feat of mechanical brilliance; as in order to do so the builders had been forced to study, alter, test, modify, test again, and then modify until that they'd been able to find a way for it to meet current French Air Force standards despite its ancient status. However, there were several problems with the plane's design. The first thing that Cesar had immediately noticed upon his flight being introduced to the recently restored planes was how incredibly tight the cockpit looked, a fact which no one would most likely understand until they'd been forced to be in the thing for as many test flights as Cesar had. Fighter cockpits weren't supposed to be spacious, they weren't supposed to be comfortable seeing how that wasn't their job, but the lack of room in this cockpit made it so that every single move that Cesar made with his legs caused him to feel as though he'd hit something that would send the plane flying off in some random direction. This made it so that the person inside would have to choose between incredibly stiff muscles or electing to deal with near panic attacks every time one shifted, effectively between a rock and a hard place.

"Green leader, this is Green-2, I think that I have sight of the settlement. Can you confirm?" a voice declared as Cesar's headset crackled to life causing him to instinctively lean forwards in order to confirm what he'd just been told. Squinting carefully Cesar proceeded squint as he attempted to examine the immediate area in front of him, patiently allowing for his eyes to traverse the immediate front he was facing. He was about to reply back with a negative when on the farthest reaches of his visual range he saw what looked to be the vague outlining of a wall, with what he soon recognized were a dozen or more houses dotting the opposite side of it.

"Green-2, this is Green Leader, I can indeed confirm, wait for the signal from the choppers and we'll return to base" Cesar replied before leaning back and attempting to settle back into his seat. In addition to being cramped the lack of a bubble designed cockpit canopy made scanning the majority of areas not immediately next to the plane difficult to properly see, making it obvious as to why the design had been abandoned by the majority of countries when the jet age finally arrived, but in the end Cesar had to simply grin and bare it.

"Green Leader, this is Ground control, do you read me over?" another voice asked, causing Cesar's temporarily silent headset to once again crackle to life.

"Ground Control, this is Green Leader, I read you over?" Cesar replied as he began scanning the area immediately around him to make sure that he was in no danger of causing a mid-air collision with any of the nearby air craft.

"Well Green Leader, the transports have given the all clear for you to return to base, turn to port and begin returning to base" the controller instructed.

"Roger, understood" Cesar replied before turning his attention back to the rest of his squadron.

"Roger, Green section turn to port and begin returning to base" Cesar declared, receiving a mix of replies before slowly beginning to turn and make the corresponding adjustments as he and his small group began the process of returning to base, hoping that the small group of helicopters that they were leaving wouldn't run into any trouble.

Hey guys,

It's Jackie so the count as to the amount of time dedicated to training the 104th so far is as follows.

A.(No chapters, make up a different unit)-0 votes

B.(1-2 Chapters)- 3 votes

C.(3-4 Chapters)-0 votes

D.(5-6 Chapters)-0 votes

Remember the voting will remain open until chapter 4 to 5, which can be subject to change if enough people request an extension, so feel free to place your vote to help determine how much the 104th will know about the weapons of their new allies. Hope to hear from you all soon.

Sincerely,

Jackie Robinson