Date: May 20th, 1942
Location: English Channel, Europe
The sound of multiple engines are heard. A small group of five planes is seen flying towards the country that has a large black cloud above it. "All right boys. Do you remember our objective?"
"Yes. We are to test our compatibility with each other by luring and taking a Neuroi craft."
"Very good, Mitchell. At least you listen."
"We all heard that, commander."
"I know. Morgan, since you have the fastest aircraft out of all of us, you should lure out the enemy."
"Up yours."
"What was that?"
"N-Nothing sir."
"Thought so."
"Morgan, you shouldn't mess with him. There's a reason why most of our fellow BMs are afraid of him."
"Yeah. The various means of him disciplining the new guys... Just the thoughts are enough to send shivers down your spine."
"Enough chatter. We're getting close. Morgan?"
"I'm on it." One of the planes leaves the group while picking up speed.
"So commander, I've been meaning to ask: How have you managed to keep the higher-ups from examining Charles' jet?"
"I'd rather not talk about it, Mitchell." Just the sight and discussion of that F/A-18E is starting to get me sick...
"When the enemy comes, should we attack it with our planes or just switch to Striker Mode and take it out with our big guns?"
"We'll attack the Neuroi with our planes to test the actual aircraft compatibility. I'll chose for us to continue in Plane Mode or go to Striker Mode."
"Hey guys. Here comes our guest."
A black object is seen following the jet fighter.
"Alright then. Everyone, break formation and attack!"
"Roger."
The planes split up and start firing their guns at the black object.
"This thing looks like a manta ray."
"Seems more like an arrowhead."
"The forms these things take are surprising."
"Yeah. Just like the beginning of this war... They took the form of a Blohm & Voss BV 141."
Red beams and bullets are exchanged between the Neuroi craft and five planes. Blue magic circles appear to protect the planes from the beams.
The F/A-18E and another plane, a Bf 109, shoot at the red patches on its sides. An A5M Claude strafes the center. Then a Gloster Gladiator and, strangley enough, a Fokker Dr.I strafe the whole body of the craft.
"Keep that thing busy while I try to find the core."
"Yes sir."
The biplane Gladiator goes to keep a distance away from the fight. It flies up and the pilot looks over to the Neuroi. He mumbles under his breath."Let's see where you're at."
To the pilot, the Neuroi becomes green and he sees a red dot at the tail of it. His vision goes back to normal. "The core is located at the tail. Concentrate fire there."
"Roger."
The 5 planes fire at the Neuroi craft's tail. It's black armor gets chipped off and a red icosahedron is seen. "There!"
"I'm going in!"
The Fokker Dr.I triplane closes in and fires at the polyhedron. The core breaks up and the Neuroi completely turns white for 1 second before shattering like glass.
"Seems we are compatible with each other."
"So we're going to be a team?"
"The brass will decide that. If they don't we'll go back to the units we were found with. If they do then-"
"I hope they don't. I like being a solo pilot. I don't need your slow planes to accompany me."
"Seriously? Considering the time we're in right now, all our planes are slow. You're the only BM who is using a jet fighter."
"Besides, with you being a free hunter, your kills are questionable. You don't have wingman or a squadron to see you destroy a Neuroi craft."
"...Fine..."
"By the way... Smith, what's the story between you and that Jerry girl?
"Knock it off, Morgan."
"I was asking our leader not you, Mitchell."
"Come on guys. No fighting."
"Enough. Morgan, I'd rather not talk about it."
"So you still remember Operation Dynamo?"
"Yeah..."
"Did something happen?"
"Back in our world, Operation Dynamo started on the 26th of May 1940. In this one, it started a year later."
"The similarties between the two worlds..."
"Enough chat. We're closing in on the base."
After they landed and Smith made a report, the five are walking around the small makeshift base, which consisted of a few tents and a runway. "I wish we were in a castle."
"Why?"
"We're pilots. Aerial warfare right now is major component for this war. Since us flyers are the only ones stopping the Neuroi from taking over Britannia, we should be given a luxurious base and some top chefs."
"Okay, now you're speaking nonsense."
"Since when did you start thinking like that?"
"It was just a thought."
"I'm going to the tent."
"Another journal entry?"
"Yes."
"Okay then."
One of them walks to a large tent that has five beds.
He enters the tent and walks to a bed that has a duffel bag in front of it. He opens it and pulls out a brown book & a pencil. He sits down on the bed and opens the book. He begins to write in the book.
"May 20th, 1942... It's been two days since me and four other Black Mask members were forced to become a group. One of them was here in this world before us. The others appeared after I did. Kaneyoshi Sakai Mitchell appeared in Fusō back in early July in 1937 when he was 12. I met him before when he was getting supplies after being transferred to Libau. He was with a Witch called Mio Sakamoto. She somewhat reminded of an ace pilot from the Second World War. Manfred Erich Gerhard Meyer showed up in early May 1940 in Karlsland. In that month, Operation Small Bifrost began. I was surpised his plane is a Fokker Dr.I triplane. During his time here, he managed to get couple of kills in that obsolete flyer. He's really friendly. We became fast friends. He got along well with Minna, Erica, and Gertrud, mostly latter two. Eino Lydia Bobkov arrived in the same year I was teleported to but he appeared in Suomus, Finland's counterpart, in early November. Out of all of us, he's the youngest while Mitchell is the oldest. He made friends with some Witches over in Suomus before he was transferred here in Britannia, the United Kingdom's counterpart. Charles Franco Morgan appeared last year back in early January 1941 in Karlsland. That month...Operation Great Bifrost began...the evaucation of Karlsland was something... It was not pretty... We're glad he showed up. Me and everyone else were surprised at the plane he can use... a jet fighter from our world... The higher-ups wanted to examine it but I did what I could to prevent that. A lot has happened since I showed up. I was trained by a BM who fought in Hispania, Spain's counterpart, and several officers, both male and female. During that time, I was a part of JG 53, which funnily enough, was my namesake's unit and is Minna's. Right now, Kurt isn't with us... If only I was fast enough to save him... This will be all I'll write for now. John Wolf-Dietrich Smith, signing off."
Date: April 20th 1944
Location: Dover, Britannia, Europe
A violet portal opens above a stone walkway in front a large gate.
"What the?"
A person wearing a black helmet, gas mask, long trench coat, gloves, boots and gold necklace was walking by the gate and sees the portal. "Um... Everyone, you might want to see what's at the gate."
"What is it, Captain Meyer?"
"A portal."
A large group of 12 people show up and look at the portal.
"Another Blask Mask is coming out."
"Yes."
A body falls out of it just after two of the people said that.
They see the person is wearing a black helmet, bird mask, long trench coat, gloves, boots, and a gold necklace with a plane hanging from it.
"A healer."
Two people wearing almost the exact same outfit as the person who appeared go and carry the unconscious figure.
"Meyer, Morgan, take him to the infirmary."
"Yes sir."
The group watch the three leave to the big castle in front of them.
"I'll have to report this."
Location: Indian Ocean
An aircraft carrier, along with her escorts, are moving towards Fusō. On the deck of the carrier is a lone figure who is staring at the horizon. This person is wearing a black helmet, gas mask, long trench coat, gloves, boots, and a gold necklace with a plane hanging from it. The figure mumbles under their breath. "Supplies and a new recruit. Let's see if this kid is anything special, Sakamoto Mio."
