Into Reality Chp. 6 - Re-engaged
Hola, its that random person again that wastes your time in the beginning of every story just to tell you things you might not need to know. In any case, school has just started again and I thought I'd get this one up. It will be a while before the next chapter will be posted so I made this one extra long for you guys ;) Enjoy...
Extra visual aids before going into combat... (Search: marcturbo1 deviant art and look for the XM - GL01 Sky Raider)
"Speech" or "Emphasis/hint"
'Telepathy'
*_* Action or *special cue*
Previously…
Marlon, Marlon! Wake up! We're going to be late "again". You kept us up all night yesterday talking about today and now you can't even get your lazy end off your bed? Get up!'…
'Everything's set, all I need is the all clear from you two and we can head out. My parents already said it's okay to go as long as I call them at 10:30 a.m. sharp. I told them I had a meeting for key club and that I needed to head out fast.' I explained…
Not soon after, four F-22 Raptors raced towards the bleachers from the distant horizon as they screeched overhead. As they passed by, the commentary introduced the "Sky Fang" squadron. The four lined up in a row and pulled up and held a high alpha position as they flew slowly across the runway in a straight line, wing with wing. The four pulled off the maneuver as if it were nothing…
After scouting my surrounding and making sure the area was clear, I got closer to the front of the jet. Once there, I stood up and placed my hand on the cockpit window as it lit up and the glass became transparent. The canopy opened allowing entrance to the plane. This caught me by surprise but I entered the plane nonetheless…
"They're here for us. They know were here. Looks like they really want to capture us or they wouldn't have sent this many soldiers," I explained my thoughts…
"Oh no, don't tell me…" Ben was now running towards the hangar worried for my safety. Little did he know I was in more danger than he would have originally thought…
Present time…
Situation: Back in the Hangar…
Both Raid and Latias were recovering from their battle earlier hiding in the back of the hangar behind a line of carts they stacked together trying to avoid stray bullets flying into the hangar, getting ready for round two (still in their natural forms).
Raid was breathing deeply but was recovering quickly from their earlier brawl while Latias wasn't as tired and recovered much faster.
'That wasn't half bad for our first Pokémon battle don't you think? We got them good,' Raid said taking a deep breath.
"Yah, but if you asked me if we should do that again I'd have to pass, that was a bit to close again." I replied taking cover as a bullet passed overhead.
"Well it looks like that blast earlier was our invitation letter to those guys. They sure don't want us going anywhere." Latias mentioned grabbing a piece of metal trying to cover her head.
Raid and I nodded and we found our own shields nearby.
Ammunition continued to litter the hangar as I came up with a way to escape, or at least get us out of the hangar. We huddled up and I explained the plan.
"The only way out of here is through that hangar door. We destroyed the opening mechanisms so I'll need Raid to open them for us. Once that's done, I'll need the both to put up a shield and provide some cover as we exit this hangar. I'll be in the jet and make some use out of it while the two of you will have to remain invisible. Once I'm out, you can drop the shield and pursue any hostile aircraft nearby but you have to remain hidden the whole time. I'll need cover while I taxi to the runway. Think you can do it?"
'Give you cover and then chase bandits that can't even see us, sounds like fun,' Raid said smirking recalling there last encounter.
'We've got your back Marlon, don't worry,' Latias assured me giving her signature claws-up.
"Thanks. Be careful you guys, I don't want to have to jump out of the cockpit to save either one of you." I said a bit nervous not being able to support my friends.
'Don't worry, we'll get you to the runway safely, we can handle ourselves for a bit,' Raid assured me patting me on the back.
"Alright, the idea is to stay hidden while attacking the enemy while I finish them off so that it looks like I was doing the work. I'll remain hidden behind the cockpit so no one knows it was me. We'll all be unknown fighters," I said, preparing my friends for the war we just invited ourselves into.
They nodded and we split up covering ourselves in a psychic barrier protecting us from incoming fire. Raid and Latias positioned themselves to the in front of the hangar doors while I jumped into the jet.
I put on some gloves and a mask I'd prepared for emergencies and closed the canopy over my head lowered the screen, camouflaging the cockpit. Both Raid and Latias nodded to each other, ready to do what they needed to do. They both turned to me.
'Ready to go, wait for my mark.' I said prepping the engines for takeoff as I checked over all the flight surfaces.
By now sirens and alarms were ringing and speakers were going off.
"All civilians evacuate, this is not a drill. I repeat this is not a drill. Please remain calm and evacuate to the parking lot and exit the base. All civilians evacuate, this is not a drill…"
The speaker repeated himself continuously but all I could hear was explosions in the outside along with the sound of people screaming. "Looks like everyone's evacuating, try not to hurt any civilians, we're only after the bad guys. Put their planes out of commission but don't completely disable the pilots."
'Don't worry, we'll get them this time,' Latias replied confidently understanding her task.
The cockpit was moderately cramped but not in the negative way. When designing the Sky Raider, the cockpit was by far the hardest piece as everything else was built around it. The design was quite complex and I didn't think it could be done, but here I was, preparing my dream jet for a test flight through a war zone.
I was positioned in a more aggressive angle than that of a normal jet fighter allowing the jet to remain smaller in profile but it was still easy to see around the cockpit.
I scanned through the computers menu and made myself familiar with the functions as I prepared the engines for hover.
More jets blew past the hangar this time leaving a complementary of explosive bullets through the ceiling.
Raid and Latias worked together and put up a psychic barrier protecting us from the shower of bullets. On impact, the bullets promptly exploded against the shield blasting the ceiling skywards and exposing the three of us. Leftover ceiling tiles fell down as the support beams began to creak as a sign of the building's instability and ability to remain standing.
We could literally see the hangar swaying now with the wind.
I scrambled to get airborne and with the click of a button on the main computer, the fans in the engines rotated downward as hidden doors located on the belly of the jet opened exposing the turbines. I didn't hesitate to lifting off and increased the throttle raising the machine from gravity's clutch as desks and papers were sent flying out of the way.
"Alright guys. LETS GIVE EM' HELL!" I yelled combat ready.
Latias held the shield up while Raid psychically forced the hangar doors open not wasting any time. Raid then assisted to holding the shield.
I proceeded and pushed the joystick in front of me forward moving the jet out of the crumbling hangar.
By now Raid and Latias were both invisible.
Upon exiting, the hangar collapsed behind us taking the rest of the research lab with it pushing a huge cloud of smoke everywhere covering everyone's visibility.
"BEN! He's still inside!" I said looking back at the collapsed remains of the research lab before getting blinded by dust.
"There's no time. We'll come back and search for him after we finish this," Raid ordered shielding his eyes.
"But he's on our side, I can't just leave him!" I yelled back not wanting to leave a friend.
"Many others will suffer the same fate as him if we don't act now. MARLON SNAP OUT OF IT! We've got incoming!" Raid retaliated
Raid and Latias could only hear the jets coming but couldn't tell where it was coming from. I however could see the jets coming with the help of the computers main targeting system as alarms began to ring inside signaling that we've been locked on.
"Raid heads-up, two A-10 Thunderbolts approaching from your immediate right. Latias incoming, right, at your third o'clock position."
From a distance, two A-10 Thunderbolts began sweeping the area with armor piercing rounds fired from their 30mm hydraulic-driven seven-barrel Gatling-type cannon designed punch through any tank.
Latias and Raid managed to hold back the barrage but just barely as the two attackers passed overhead and attempted to swoop around and start a bombing run of the area.
'Raid, Latias, take care of them, I'm out of the hangar. Just keep them off me till I get to the runway," I telepathed to my friends.
Raid and Latias complied catching their breath, dropped the shield and pursued after the Thunderbolts.
From inside the cockpit, all I could see Raid and Latias intercepting the attackers head on using their steel wings, separating a wing from the two Thunderbolts leaving them "non-airworthy" as both plummeted out of control to the ground.
Both pilots ejected in time and parachuted to the ground.
Upon touchdown, both collapsed as Latias paralyzed the men in the same manner as before with the sniper - not regretting anything this time..
I regained my focus and took control of the stick in front of me. I opened the menu board again prepared all the weapons I currently had on board. A microphone and two visors appeared in front of my eyes (not the same as a Heads Up Display but functions the same) showing my angle of flight, speed, altitude, fuel, time, flight trajectory, weapons status, as well as damage status on the jet.
My plane began to stall in hover - probably from the dust - as I exited the hover mode and landed back to earth continuing my taxi to the runway
From inside the cockpit I could clearly see a good 310 degrees around me, enough to see a tank explode behind me. Upon taxiing, I could see other tanks rolling out of nearby hangars and opening fire into the blue sky. I knew I didn't need to warn Raid or Latias but I was still worried for their safety along with Captain Ben.
Suddenly, I could hear a voice talking throughout the cockpit.
"This is the tower of Edwards Air Force Base; unidentified aircraft please identify yourself or prepare to be destroyed along with the other bandits."
I was a bit surprised that even the tower didn't know about this project – aka the jet I was in – but replied nonetheless.
"Tower this is… GL1 of the Sky Raider squadron, requesting permission for an emergency takeoff."
…
"Negative GL1, you are not even authorized to taxi. Stand down and identify yourself."
"Tower, this is GL1, requesting permission for an emergency takeoff." I replied remaining calm as mayhem continued around me.
"Negative GL1, stand down and identify yourself!"
I didn't comply and proceeded to taxi.
"Tower, I need runway 22, requesting permission for an emergency takeoff."
The tower persisted but this time a couple tanks were driving alongside me. "GL1 you are not authorized to taxi, stand down or…" The person talking was cut off as all I could hear was chatter in the background.
"… What?! You can't just kick us out of the tower. We're giving orders to all the pilots and ground crew…"
I could make out the sound of people moving around as I continued scanning through my planes main database on the computer attempting to hack the video cameras in the tower.
"Almost there… Got it, what the." Upon hacking in, all I could see was marines in full blackout armor and face masks with their weapons hanging at their sides operating computers and while others were putting on headsets to assist all ally forces.
Upon changing camera angles, I was met with a glare from a man dressed in full body armor wearing mirror glasses standing in front of a giant holographic computer table in the middle of the room.
"Ah, so it looks like you figured out how to use you little gift." The unidentified person said talking directly into the camera.
"What the, what are you talking about gift. Who are you?" I replied, demanding an answer in reply.
"I and Leading Associate Temporal Identifier Officer Sam of unit 04B codename General 0 Lemon, CIA. That's all I'll be allowed to tell you besides the fact that I am now in full command of all ally forces." Sam said in a low deep voice.
"That's quite the mouthful, and I'm sure Sam isn't even your real name." I replied as an enemy plane crashed into the ground 30 feet away.
From my computer, I could only see Sam smile.
"Long story short, the CIA knew this event would occur. We just arrived late to the party." Now I was smiling as a bomb exploded near the tower sending a massive shockwave throughout the surrounding area. I was knocked out of my seat with the blast but all I could see was Sam standing as if nothing happened.
Sam continued, "We've been watching you. We know just as much about you as your current enemy. Save us your excuses and follow orders pilot, before we're forced to make you," talking in a neutral voice (kinda like Agent K of Men in Black).
Things were getting more interesting by the minute. Raid and Latias were listening in via telepathy but if everything Sam said was true, he probably already knew we were onto him. "Spare me one answer, how can I trust you when we've just met Sam?"
"You'll just have to do as we instruct and see how everything plays out. I'll fill you in further after this mess is cleaned up but it looks like you've got much bigger problems right now."
Sam redirected his attention to the holographic model of the warzone behind him as a marine took the radio and Sam jammed my camera feed.
"So much for a look from the inside." I thought out loud as the marine began discussing battle plans.
"Change of plans, GL1, you have been given authorization to taxi to runway 22. Once there, stand by and proceed to takeoff. We've got ally tanks that will provide cover fire for you, rendezvous and taxi with 48 Fighter squadron call sign Alpha to the runway. Switch your frequency to secure line 14-B. Alphas are directly in front of you, good luck."
"Roger tower, switching frequencies. GL1 will taxi to runway 22 with Alpha squadron." I changed frequencies and quickly caught up with the three F-16 Falcons in front of me and contacted their boss.
"Alpha 1, do you copy?"
"Roger that GL1, we heard about the change in plans. Once we take off, just call us if you need support."
"Roger Alpha 1, I'm right behind you."
"GL1, this is Alpha 3, think you can fight in that tiny little jet of yours?"
"Alpha 3, I can hold my own."
"Roger that GL1, good luck."
"Thanks. You too."
"GL1, what's your weapons status?" Alpha 1 asked.
"Alpha 1, I've got 12 AIM-9X Sidewinders, and 6 ESM's along with 4 EECM pods, and 3000 armor piercing rounds ready to do some damage."
"GL1, that's quite a lot of ammo there, are you sure you're reading your weapons status correctly?"
"Roger that Alpha 1. All is here."
"Roger GL1, and I think you meant ECM pods not EECM along with ASM's, not ESM's."
"Negative, main computers shows 4 Extreme Electronic Countermeasures ready to fry and electronics within a 20 mile radius and Electronic Seeking Missiles ready to bring anything down with an electronic device onboard (and yes, all the way down to a cell phone and you're one roasted marshmallow)."
"Roger GL1, what about your planes capabilities?"
"Alpha 1, Sky Raider 01 is capable of a Mach 1 without afterburners and Mach 3 with afterburners. That's all I know."
"Nothing else, roger that GL1. Proceed to taxi."
"Roger Alpha 1, proceeding to taxi."
Little did the other pilots know they were talking with a high school student with no record of "military flight school" (but I still knew how to fly if you know what I mean).
It was about a mile out before we got to the runway leaving us completely exposed to enemy fire. By now there were 4 ally tanks around us with two on each side, each opening fire into the sky doing everything they could to get us to the runway safely but at this pace, we'd be at the runway in about 3 minutes.
Back with Raid and Latias in the midst of the battle…
'6 down, a couple dozen more to go. Latias watch my back I don't want any stray bullets hitting me.' Raid asked his sister as they pursued a lone F-16 Fighting Falcon.
'I've got your back Raid.' Latias assured her brother as the two blasted through the hellish skies.
Raid approached the unsuspecting pilot and with one massive effort, he slashed through one of the wings using a powerful iron wing - with enough damage to open a large gap in the port (left) wing. The pilot had no idea his plane had been compromised until he pulled back on his stick, only to watch his left wing rip off from the rest of his plane as he was forced to eject, watching his plane spiral out of control in flames towards the ground as he parachuted down. Once on the ground, the pilot made a break for friendly troops but was knocked out by an unfamiliar Latias.
'Nice job Latias, just keep it up. I'll destroy the plane and you take care of the pilot. That is if they make it out. If they don't we'll step in and get them out but you've got to take care of them.' Raid said as he barrel-rolled beginning another 1-sided dogfight with an enemy attacker on approach to bombing a group of ally tanks.
Instead of slashing through another wing, Raid let the bombs drop. Latias then, broke the canopy via mist ball and psychically ripped the seat along with the pilot out of the cockpit while Raid grabbed each of the bombs dropped and got ready to return the favor.
'Return to SENDER!' Raid yelled as he threw the 500 pound bombs back towards the jet causing it to erupt into massive fireball in midair.
Latias knocked the pilot out as he parachuted back to earth and caught up with his brother who was already engaging another fighter.
This time, Raid tinkered with the pilots controls and destroyed the mechanisms that controlled the plane in the cockpit. From there Raid used his psychic powers to manipulate the flight controls on the F/A-18 Hornet and began to play around - mainly using the enemy's weapons against them. (Grand Theft Auto?)
Raid began to open fire upon other jets using the jet in front of him in a similar way a child plays with an RC airplane, only Raid did the controlling with his mind.
Missiles were fired from Raids jet taking 4 other enemy fighters with them (only disabling the wings and engines) as all the pilots ejected. Inside Raid's jet, the pilot frantically tried to regain control of his plane. Eventually, the pilot set his plane to self destruct and ejected in an effort to stop the "rogue fighter" from doing more harm.
Latias did her job of knocking the pilot out while not soon after, Raid ran out of ammo. Latias grabbed another pilot from his cockpit and knocked him out as well while Raid crashed his jet into the other causing another massive explosion.
Two more jets passed by but both Raid and Latias were beginning to feel the strain of battle.
'Marlon really hope you're almost at the runway. We're almost out of power,' Latias telepathed beginning to feel the strain from combat along with her brother.
'I'm not quite there yet. Wait, I've got an idea. Remember that game we played before with the Frisbee, this time you'll be using my missiles to hit the targets. I can't hit the planes from this angle on the ground so both of you'll have to guide each of them to your targets.' I replied shielding my eyes from another bright explosion besides me.'
'I remember. Thanks,' Latias replied. 'Time to make things more interesting.' Raid commented ready to have some fun.
At that, I armed my AIM-9X Sidewinders as the two hatch doors located near the middle of the plane pointing skywards opened revealing four Sidewinders being angled about 45 degrees upwards with the doors.
"GL1, this is Alpha 2, what are you doing?"
"Alpha 2, I'm assisting air support," I replied releasing the final safety and opening fire.
"FOX 2!"
The missiles were launched two at a time angling, adjusting their trajectory upon release, flying directly upwards.
Both Raid and Latias caught glimpse of the missiles and - using their psychic powers - redirected each of them simultaneously as each hit a target with extreme accuracy either disintegrating a wing or obliterating the rear section of a plane.
Inside the cockpit I was watching the trail of smoke left behind by each missile, pumping my fist as I watched four targets burst into flames upon missile impact. 'Nice job you two, I could see the blasts all the way down here.' I commented trying to boost everyone's spirits.
'Thanks it wasn't that hard. How many more rounds do you have? We could use a couple more.' Raid replied back happy at the destruction he was creating as Latias went after the parachuting pilots.
'Two more waves coming your way. Just watch my back, when these doors open, I'm more vulnerable to failure from enemy attack,' I informed Raid and Latias.
'Don't worry, we're watching,' Latias replied paralyzing the last escapee.
That refilled me with confidence as I prepped another wave. The hatch doors opened once more and I pulled the missile trigger unleashing four more AIM-9X's from their chains as each raced towards the sky leaving a white trail of smoke behind.
I closed the hatch doors as the computer reloaded the next set and looked up watching four more enemy birds get knocked out of the sky.
"Impressive stuff GL1, you're kinda scaring me now with that kind of targeting system," Alpha 3 commented.
"Roger Alpha 3," I replied but the real work was being done by Raid and Latias as I re-opened the hatch doors once more and released the last set of AIM-9X's.
"FOX 2! FOX 2!"
My computer promptly alerted me that there were no more primary weapons as the last Sidewinder left its rail.
All four with the guidance of two special Pokémon made their mark on targets located far away moving 500 miles per hour in any one direction.
'Good hunting you guys. We're almost there.' I informed my friends.
Both Raid and Latias were near there tipping point from the fight and weren't smiling at what was going on but quickly regained focused on providing Marlon cover as they both went after a jet preparing to attack their friend on the ground.
Back with Marlon taxing to the runway…
It was living hell for the pilots still trying to take off as we were sitting ducks on the ground waiting to get blown to pieces as bullets were flying all around us and bombs were exploding everywhere. I could see ally soldiers on the ground setting up attack positions returning fire with shoulder launched weapons and RPG's. Others were retreating to armored vehicles manning mobile rocket launchers and anti air guns shooting at the enemy fighters. This my first true experience in hell.
"It's raining fighter down here. Tower, this is Alpha 1, requesting additional support during takeoff, over."
"Negative Alpha 1, you'll have to make use of what you have."
"Roger that. GL1, got anything left?"
"Negative, all surface to air missiles are depleted."
We were now about 100 feet from the runway as we were moving as fast as we could on the ground to get to the runway.
On the corner of my eye, I caught an explosion as a burning plane crashing into the ground exploded off in the distant of my starboard (right) side.
"These guys don't seem to give up, who exactly are they and what are they after would be a good question?"
"Alpha 2, stay focused and prepare for takeoff," Alpha 1 ordered.
"Roger boss."
Another A-10 Thunderbolt roared across the sky flying low to the ground taking out one of our supporting ally tanks on our right leaving us with three supporting tanks. The tanks repositioned themselves in a triangle formation trying to cover for the opening as they continued to blanket the sky in ammunition.
We were about 50 feet from the runway as B-2 bombers suddenly appeared on radar and were beginning to bomb the runway.
'Raid, Latias, I need you two to those bombs from hitting the runway, my hover's been compromised so I can't take off without a runway.' I asked.
'We'll see what we can do Marlon, just hold on.' Raid replied with a sign of exhaustion in his voice.
'Thanks, I just need to takeoff and you can leave the rest to me,' I replied.
'We'll need you anyways. They just keep coming, one goes down and 3 more take its place.'
Sam could be heard throughout our headsets, "You're all cleared for takeoff once you reach the runway. Take out all remaining fighters in the area and cover the civilians still being evacuated."
"Roger, Alpha 1 preparing for takeoff."
"Roger, Alpha 2 preparing for takeoff."
"Roger, Alpha 3 preparing for takeoff."
"Roger, GL1 preparing for takeoff."
We lined up on the runway and one after the other we were off.
"Alpha 1, 2, and 3 are airborne proceeding to eliminate hostiles." Alpha 1 confirmed with the tower.
Now it was my turn.
"Tower this is GL1, taking off."
"Roger that GL1, ground troops will provide cover for you," A marine informed me.
The bombs were still falling but there wasn't any time to wait.
I quickly increased the throttle all the way to max as the after burners did their job and threw me back into my seat. I eyed the speedometer for each second that went by.
10 mph…
40 mph…
100 mph…
210 mph…
430 mph…
"600 mph," I pulled back on the control stick and I was airborne. I looked back and I could see an enemy bomber obliterate the escort tanks from earlier. I was at a loss for words…
'Marlon snap out of it, we're at war here, let's get back for those troops.' Raid yelled into my head instantly snapping me out of a trance as he and Latias flew up behind me drafting, trying to save their energy.
I was fired up now for revenge and I was determined to get it. Retracting the landing gear, I began searching for a target
It didn't take long before an enemy fighter flew by me. I pulled hard to the left pulling 8g's beginning a dogfight with the lone F-16 Falcon as I lined up the shot and pulled the trigger for the cannon. The millisecond the trigger was pulled, a microscopic electronic signal was sent throughout the jet through a tiny wire to the dual Vulcan chain guns located on the left and right of my cockpit began to paint the target and with the auto gun reticule, every shot made its mark and in the blink of an eye the plane was a ball of fire heading for the ground. The pilot ejected and Latias did her thing not complaining one bit.
I quickly engaged another bandit and took aim using my AIM-9X Sidewinders. This time Raid took out the pilot and removed him from the plane. With the push of a button, another electronic signal was sent throughout the plane following a certain wire into the missile bay where the missilewas dropped from beneath the belly of my jet, the rocket engaged, with the target programmed into its computer it locked on, and in seconds the target exploded into a massive fireball with oil flying everywhere.
Raid and Latias were still following tail taking a well deserved break but staying sharp for giving assistance whenever needed.
It didn't take long, and with 5 more bandits down for the count, I became the target, after gaining some access to the enemy's communication frequency, as I began to pick up pilot chatter in my headset. All I could hear was the sound of soldiers taking aim at me.
Very soon, alarms were going off signaling missile launches from multiple directions along with lock-ons from 4 other enemy jets. I was in a rush pulling back on the stick doing barrel rolls to evade missile strikes as well as trying to break enemy lock-ons.
I could see bullets behind me as Raid and Latias broke off and began positioned themselves behind 2 enemy jets. Each prepared their signature move and unleashed hell on their targets inflicting massive damage to the body of each aircraft. Radar lock-ons soon disappeared as enemy planes began to disappear from radar much quicker than expected.
From inside the cockpit, I could see Raid and Latias attacking, intercepting planes left and right like no one cared leaving a massive impact on the enemy's air force. With only a couple bandits left airborne, one of them had the nerve of locking onto me. I looked back to know who my opponent was, an Su-27 Sukhoi. Raid and Latias were still busy taking care of another group of fighters so this one was all mine.
Weaving in and out of turns was getting me nowhere fast as my locked-on warning began ringing more frequently meaning the enemy was learning my strategy faster than I could get rid of him.
I twisted my joystick to the right and pulled back using all of my right rudder doing an right-handed barrel roll. My radar began buzzing signaling a missile launch from the enemy but at this point all I could do was pull hard back on the stick and hope it missed.
Pulling about 11g's on the left turn, the missile missed unable to match the turning radius. The pilot targeting me also failed to match my turning power and overshot the turn putting himself in front of me. I barrel rolled once more to the right aligning myself perfectly for a kill-shot.
Like before I removed the gun safety and took aim turning with the enemy mimicking his every move as we barrel rolled in every possible direction. Soon I was in gun range.
"GUNS GUNS GUNS" said as I pulled the trigger unleashing a unimaginable amount of ammo onto the enemy fighter, with each round exploding against the body of the jet destroying all flight control leaving the plane a falling wreck.
I pulled away preparing another attack when out of nowhere an enemy plane got into perfect attack position and opened fire as my alarms were going off as the missile launched approached me from behind. There was no time and the missile closed in.
I looked back to see the missile, but instead I saw both the missile and the enemy fighter get shot down by an ally fighter plane.
"I told you we had you back," Alpha 1 radioed in.
"Thanks, I owe you one for that."
Alpha 1 pulled up next to my starboard (right) wing. I looked over to see his plane rittled in bullet holes.
"Oh, my god Alpha 1, you should land with that kind of damage." I said concerned for his safety.
"Negative GL1, my baby's still got enough life in her to get me home safely after a couple more kills." Alpha 1 replied confident in his plane's capabilities.
I wasn't one to agree but once again my locked-on warning alarms were going off. The enemy was closing in on our position fast so I did what I could and broke formation pulling hard to the left while Alpha 1 pulled right.
The bandit went after Alpha 1 and was still closing in as they both began to climb. I changed direction and pulled hard right getting into position. However, another bandit got behind me, took aim, and fired a missile…
Everything went into slow motion as everyone was climbing at about a 80 degree angle with the ground.. I pulled back on the stick as far as it would go and killed the engines as well as opening my vertical airbrakes. The rush of wind was enough to make my plane spin backwards while moving forward. The missile passed missing and the fighter passed above me as my plane was now upside down pointing directly backwards while moving forward as the bandit that was originally behind me fell in front.
I continued spinning and re-engaged the engines recovering from the maneuver.
Time slowed once more as my computer locked onto the two bandits in front of me and without hesitating removed the missile safety and prepared to open fire.
"FOX 1," I yelled as the bottom doors opened releasing two ESM's as each locked onto the two fighter's electronics using them as guidance and impacted right on target sending the two down to earth like all the rest.
"Right to the scrap yard you go!" I yelled on my radio.
"Thanks for the save; I guess that makes us even." Alpha 1 replied to my outburst.
Looking back I could see the fighter jet crash straight into the ground without any look of pulling up. I looked up and I could see that the pilot ejected and was parachuting rapidly towards the ground.
He was moving so fast his parachute ripped from the wind force as the pilot began to freefall towards the ground with no sign of a spare parachute. There was nothing I could do inside the cockpit as another pilot locked on from behind and began pursuing me. I had no choice and began to "dance with the angel" (hint hint). I didn't hesitate this time and using what was left of my hover ability I slowed to 400 mph and opened the bottom hover doors. The engines began putting thrust downwards as I pulled hard to the side using my entire right rudder swinging me off to the side rotating me 270 degrees around lining me up ahead of the enemy as he passed by in perfect shooting position.
Time slowed as I could see the pilot of the F/A-18 Super Hornet look up out of his cockpit at me as I sensed his fear and surprise. I pulled back on the gun trigger and watched the bullets leave the cannons beside me and piercing the bandit's main fuselage engulfing them in flames as each round exploded on contact leaving a clear trace of impact.
I recovered from my maneuver and accelerated out of the turn. I looked down at my radar to see no more air targets.
Raid and Latias rejoined formation besides my wings as we swooped over the base.
'Nice moves back there. I think you might have a chance if you took me on in that thing, or I'd just make quick work of you like all the other sorry pilots.' Raid commented smirking as he took his spot on my right wing and Latias at my left wing.
'We'll see about that if we get the chance,' I replied accepting the challenge.
The base had sections that were on fire with ally tank and armored vehicle remains in pieces engulfed in the flames.
"Attention, all remaining ground attack capable aircraft, eliminate all remaining hostile ground troops, land and prepare to be loaded with anti-ground bombs. I repeat, eliminate all remaining ground troops. Time to liberate this base."
I could hear all other ally planes yelling into their mouthpieces about ending this nonsense.
I could see enemy troops retreating in the distance while remaining ally planes were landing one by one preparing to reload their ammunition. I still had plenty of ammo and Latias and Raid were well capable of finishing this battle.
"This is GL1, all battle capable airplanes follow me. Time to finish this."
"This is Bravo 1 of Team Bravo, we've got you back."
"This is Foxtrot 1, we've got your back two."
"This is Charlie 1, don't forget us."
Countless others joined and before I knew it, my radar showed more planes that I could count.
Raid and Latias stayed at my port and starboard while everyone else began to drop their freefall or laser guided bombs onto the enemy forces sending sand flying into the air.
The three of us pulled back and watched the madness unfold, not wanting to end a life so soon.
Within minutes of the first bomb dropped, the entire opposing military force was decimated as ally fighter leveled the ground along with remaining forces.
Needless to say, the good guys were happy about the victory over Edwards Air Force base, but not me, not Raid, nor Latias. This was the addition of what happened last time, only on a much larger scale.
I was frankly more worried than ever for our safety as we circled around the over E.A.B.
A couple "good job's" and "nice work rookie" and preparing to land. I was about 15 miles out from the base on approach with the flaps and gear down.
With a mile to touch down I was beginning to breath a bit easier but needless to say, Latias, Raid and I were all still very tense after another close call out of our many experience.
In the distance I could hear alarms going off in the base as men began running back out of building and re-manning their battle stations.
Out of nowhere Sam appeared on my display monitor and began talking, "It appears that this little game of charades isn't quite over yet. We're detecting a massive unidentified object flashing civilian ident. far off in the distance about 50 miles with an interesting power supply. It's traveling quite fast and covering a lot of ground. It has a direct intercept course with this base. I want you to form up with any remaining airborne fighter planes already making their way and identify the target as a unit. We can't risk any more losses."
"I hear you Sam. Roger, GL1 will identify the bandit with additional support."
"Report to me as soon as you identify the aircraft. Good luck." Sam finished.
With that I looked over to Raid and Latias at my sides and we all exchanged nods. Both Raid and Latias positioned themselves behind my jet and began to draft as I opened up the throttle and began to increase the speed.
An ally pilot began talking frantically on his radio, "Attention all ally units, and the enemy has some sort of massive super for… Oh S***…" The radio ended and a completed answer never came.
Sam Radioed me, "GL1, increase your speed. I need you to identify the target!"
"Roger tower, increasing speed." At this point I was going around 800 miles per hour, racing across the sky.
I briefly looked down at my radar to watch the object disappear from my screen. Blinking, I rescanned the area but to no avail. 'The target's gone from my radar. I can't see it.'
'Maybe it crashed or something,' Latias suggested.
'Well let's find out. Better safe than sorry.' I replied.
My friends weren't having any trouble keeping up and in about 20 seconds we reached the last known location of the target… However when we got there, there wasn't anything around.
All was quiet… maybe too quiet.
Raid and Latias split up to look around while I increased my computers power output increasing the radars range but I still couldn't find anything.
Raid and Latias kept a radius of about a mile apart and began sweeping the area for any clues. Raid found the remains of the pilot's jets on the shoreline but no survivors anywhere, in fact the remains were all twisted metal as if a massive explosion bent the entire plane inward like a noodle.
Latias continued looking around and stopped when she saw a glint in the horizon.
She approached the glare but got caught short as she crashed into a hard object in the sky.
Confused, she scratched her head, 'what the.' She looked around but there was nothing there. She stuck her paw out in front of her and came in contact with the same cold hard object. Shaking her paw, she signaled the two of us over and Raid did while I continued my flight path but watched curiously from a distance, 'I think I found something.'
Raid came over curious as he watched his sister knock on the steel like object attempting to identify it. Raid shook his head and kindly pushed his sister aside. 'Latias, you're not going to find anything by doing that, you have to be a bit more brutal.'
He pulled his arm back and prepped a dragon claw. With one massive swing he slashed the object but only to leave a nasty cut in steel. 'Wow, this steel's thick if I couldn't get through it. What in the world is this thing?'
'Maybe you're just not strong enough to cut through it.' I said snickering from a distance.
'Stay quiet you! If you forgot, we're ALL young and still very inexperienced. Maybe you could use that smart mouth of yours and help out with one of those missiles.' Raid retorted as Latias chuckled at his side.
I swooped around and took aim at the mark Raid left behind and launched a missile.
"Fox 1!" I yelled as the missile made impact creating a huge explosion.
Soon an alarms and sirens were going off everywhere outside out of nowhere. Both Raid and Latias fled back to me a bit scared as we flew around looking for the source as massive engine sounds began flooding the air.
Latias then signaled us pointing to where the whole was as a giant (understatement) airship appeared from its invisible cloak (definitely getting five starts for technology).
A massive Super Fortress the size of a football field length and half one tall appeared. It looked a lot like a giant rectangle with 6 oversized jet turbine engines.
Suddenly MULTIPLE doors opened on the sides of the aircraft. The main thing that separated this behemoth from a shoebox for Godzilla was the fact that there were now AA guns lining the hull of the aircraft along with the complementary rocket launcher ports and Gatling guns.
I was stunned beyond recognition, and I wasn't alone. Raid and Latias were probably feeling a lot worse as every single negative thought about their survival began flooding into their minds.
Without warning the turbines angled forward slightly and the sound of increased thrust could be heard for miles. The MASSIVE super fortress began moving towards Edwards Air force Base. We flew by the right side of the fortress inspecting it when out of nowhere Latias screamed pointing upwards.
Both Raid and I saw what caused the alarm as hundreds of rockets were launched into the air in an attempt to shoot us down.
"Oh man, I did not see this one coming…" I said jaw dropping at all the missiles.
Raid acting on instinct took his position in front of me and prepared a dragon pulse. 'It looks like this is their main artillery. Let's let these guys know who they're dealing with and leave them a clear message by taking this thing sorry excuse for a threat down, you two with me?" Raid answered with a willing tone in his voice.
"All the way Raid," Latias replied pumped for one last stand.
'We work together as a unit. LET'S FINISH THIS YOU GUYS!" We each got into our fighting positions and prepared to give our enemy's the fight of their lives…
*cue dramatic boss battle music*
Both Raid and Latias were still invisible as we accelerated flying in formation. My computer reported that my hover abilities were up and running again and I took full advantage of it.
We slowed to a stop and faced the incoming wave, I let go of the joystick and as a team we closed our eyes and concentrated using our remaining strengths to psychically grab each of the oncoming missiles. In a split moment each missile became enveloped in a thin pink layer of psychic energy and came to a dead stop in their flight.
We held the missiles there for as long as we could but the strain of holding so many missiles quickly came and it wasn't willing to back down. Soon each missile ran out of thrust and were left hanging in the open air.
With everyone connected mentally we each passed a signal to the other and with one more massive effort we turned prepared each missile of the hundreds launched by aiming for each of the turrets on the side walls in an attempt to stop another wave; but the enemy saw our attack coming and launched a counter attack firing so many Gatling guns it was like looking into hell itself as the sky became more yellow from tracers than blue sky.
'RETURN… FIRE!' We each yelled simultaneously. Each missile was guided to a specific target but despite our lack of age and strength, many of the missiles were shot out of the sky while others missed their intended target but those that made it back still took out other targets out in the process.
As each missile made impact the dark grey covering the hull of the ship became lightened with our special explosive yellow and red complementary of yours truly.
As the last missile struck the ship, Gatling gun fire continued to rule the air as we were forced to skip recovery and put up a thick shield to protect ourselves from the massive counterattack.
We were now sitting ducks as more missiles entered the air striking our shield further crippling our strength as small cracks began to form in our shield.
'Marlon, we're not going to last much longer out here, they're just too strong with that kind of firepower. We're almost out of strength. I hope you have a plan because I don't,' Raid telepathed struggling to speak as we became blinded by enemy fire as flashes of gunfire shined all over the ship's hull as missile trails continued to line the sky.
Latias and I weren't doing any better but I knew we couldn't just stay still and get shot at. We all had our hands/paws out in front of us trying to hold the shield and I couldn't access my controls without letting go of the shield. "COMPUTER, SWITCH TO VOICE COMMAND! MOVE RIGHT STAYING LEVEL. CONTACT EDWARDS AIR FORCE BASE TOWER NOW!" I yelled from inside the cockpit as pain began enveloping my body from the strain along with Raid's and Latias's.
"Mar… I mean GL1, this is Sam, we know you're in trouble; we've got intel identifying the aircraft. They say it's like nothing they've ever seen before. Spec ops teams Seal team 5 and 10 have already deployed along with airborne squadrons Richie and Bravo! You have 6 B-1 Lancers already within striking range! Locate a target and lock-on! The lancers will do the rest!" Sam yelled into his mouthpiece as he could only hear the sound of explosions and gun fire in the background.
"ROGER THAT, OPENING FIRE!" I returned the call.
Refocusing my attention to the defensive wall in front of me. "COMPUTER, ENGAGE AUTO TARGETING! LOCK-ON ALL ELECTRONICAL TARGETS! SEND DATA TO ALLY B-1 BOMBERS AND RAIN HELL!"
Computer: "Auto lock-on engaged… Targets acquired. Sending data…"
An invisible electronic signal was sent flying a couple miles through the air to a squad of B-1 bombers. Without the need of the pilot pulling the trigger, Dozens of long range cruise missiles were automatically dropped from the bomb bay and outside hangars and began their rapid flight towards their targets.
Within seconds of missile launch each cruise missile hit their targets creating a SUPER massive explosion taking dozens of turrets with them in the process. Two cruise missiles struck two engines on the right hand side through their air intakes taking them out internally leaving only one remaining on their starboard side. Within seconds the giant behemoth began to fall to its right from a dramatic sudden drop in power output.
Computer: Hacking SC-01 (Super cruiser) Poseidon main channel… Radio established…
Not soon after, the computer locked onto another set of targets and the next wave of friendly missiles met their targets further punching a bigger hole in the enemy's plans to succeed. The behemoth was now on a crash course with the ground below it and every man onboard was now at the mercy or gravity.
Onboard, "Starboard power has dropped! We can't maintain altitude! We're going DOWN! Everyone brace for impact, I repeat brace for impact!"
The bullets and missiles stopped coming and both Raid and Latias collapsed onto the wings of my jet while I began to fall into the dark tunnel. Slowly but surely, I was going in…
Raid knocked on the cockpit window giving me a claw's up for the attack bringing me back in the process, 'Nice… job… with the air strike.'
We all recovered what little strength we needed to watch the monstrous machine fall back to earth as each engine protested while the aircraft fell to its knees.
'Another one… bites... the .. dust..,' Raid managed to say.
Finally with one ENORMOUS crash –with enough energy to measure an 11.0 on the Richter scale- and the shockwave could even be felt in the air as sand and dirt from the ground was thrown into the air creating an equally enormous dust cloud.
Like before we were blinded by the dirt and there was nothing we could do about it (Raid and Latias only had enough energy left to remain invisible while all I could only move the joysticks).
Completely drained, I managed to give an order. "Computer… continue self lock-on air strikes…"
Computer: "Locating targets... Unable to locate targets… radio signal lost with SC-01…"
"Dangit… the … dirt in the air… it's blocking my radar…" There was so much dirt and sand in the air that I couldn't even see 5 feet in front of me.
"GL1, this is Charlie 1 leading the first bomber fleet. We're beginning a sweep over the target area."
"GL1, this is Bravo 1 of the second bomber fleet. You've done one hell of a lot of damage for a lone fighter. You've done your job now return to base and rest up. We'll take care of the rest.
The sound of engines could be heard in the distance (besides my own) as the B-1 bombers from earlier approached the wreckage. Upon flying by, the sound of bombs dropping could be heard in the background as tiny flashes could be seen below past the thick dirt cloud.
Suddenly, my computer was warning me that an excessive amount of dirt had piled into the fans used for hover and were beginning their automatic shutdown.
"Computer, switch to manual flight mode," I ordered.
'Raid, Latias, hang on for a bit, I can't stay in hover any longer.' I told the two Pokémon hanging onto the wings of the jet.
Both nodded from outside the cockpit and the plane slowly switched to forward flight gaining speed.
I pulled back on the joystick and flew us out of the dust cloud and over the wreck.
Without warning, missile locked-on alarms began ringing as missiles were fired from the ground.
Adrenaline kicked in and I firmly re-gripped the joystick, "These guys still don't want to give up.
The air began to clear and my radar began reading targets. "Deploying chaff!" I said banking hard right as Raid and Latias hung on to the wings.
Dozens of missiles flew by while others missed by mere inches. A quick glance at the radar revealed some sort of long armored vehicle.
After the last missile passed I tilted my plane to one side looking down at the ground. The air cleared enough to reveal three long snake-like mobile train cars. Each had sections with drills in the front that would allow for surface to underground capabilities. Each section of the train was octagonal shape from the front view while rectangular from an over view as giant metal links connected the sections together. The train moved on wheels located around the frame of each section as the outside walls were lined with rotating machine gun ports that allowed for shooting from almost every angle.
From the air small doors in the some sections opened revealing surface to air missiles.
My eyes widened realizing the threat and quickly banked out of the way as missiles were launched from the three terrestrial vehicles. I pulled back on the stick one more and deployed chaff to confuse the missiles, but my strength was failing me again. Luckily I pulled back hard enough to avoid a near impact.
I pulled out of the maneuver and leveled myself. I had visual on the bombers as I could see each attempting to evade the missiles banking out of the way and deploying flares, but despite their efforts, 5 of the eight were knocked out of the sky.
I turned my plane around and took aim at the missile launchers as machine gun fire -once again- began to take over the air. My computer locked on and sent the data to the remaining 3 bombers. I held my lock-on and opened my Bombay doors releasing missiles of my own.
Unfortunately, the gray tunnel returned and I was falling in once more as the plane began to rapidly approach the ground.
The computer worked with main controls and began to pull up slightly. The dual Vulcan chain guns onboard began to fire back at the enemy crawlers taking out dozens of gun ports in the process. After successfully making a pass over the enemy, the missiles from the bombers reached their targets and delivered the final blow to the crawlers taking all three out at once.
I was fighting myself to stay out of the gray tunnel and it eventually worked. I recovered and retook control of the plane. After a quick battle assessment, my plane wasn't exactly handling to well after the close assault with the ground assault vehicles. I quickly inspected my plane looking around the cockpit to find that my main fuselage had taken a couple hits missing both Raid and Latias and my hover was still out of commission from earlier. My fuel was rapidly depleting and the enemy at its knees now.
"GL1, this is the Sam again. We've monitored the battle with an unmanned aerial drone. You've done extremely well for your first mission. We're sending additional fighter pilots to clean up the remaining forces along with ground forces to invade the fortress. Your plane is damaged but you'll have about half an hour before you began to run out of gas. I want you to survey the area before ally forces arrive on scene. Once on site, return to base."
"Roger Sam. You better spill everything you know when I get back or the enemy won't be the only thing that will fear me."
I could hear Sam chuckle in the background, "Don't worry, you'll fully understand the situation when this is all over."
"No tricks?" I asked faintly.
"None, you have my word." Sam replied.
I knew words were never enough to trust anyone but I had little choice but to follow orders.
Both Raid and Latias were still awake and feeling a bit better after earlier.
By now the dirt had completely fallen back to earth as I flew around the now smoking wreck as all remained quiet on the battlefield.
'Something's not right here. What could they be doing' I thought to myself.
'Marlon, I'm feeling better now. Thanks for the lift. I can fly now.' Raid said as he dropped off the wing and rejoined formation on my starboard wing (right side).
'Raid, this all seemed a bit easy for an enemy with this kind of military power. They aren't running or putting any effort to stop us.' I telepathed wondering what might happen next.
'I don't know. I can't sense anything right now. It's probably because I'm still so weak,' Raid telepathed back.
"I'm going to drop my altitude to 200 ft and see if there's anything around that I might have missed." I said.
'Let's be careful, don't want to get caught in a surprise attack by accident,' Raid advised.
I understood and dropped my altitude and slowed my speed to 300 mph to dampen the wind against Latias as she recovered.
I got out of my seat and looked around in the cockpit checking the battlefield for evidence of another counter attack.
We passed the wreckage of the behemoth and were pulling away from the crash site.
Out of nowhere a loud explosion blasted into the air as I looked back at the wreckage.
Fire began to cover sections of the aircraft as a large door near the bottom of the aircraft opened slightly.
"Great, what now."
A loud metallic screeching noise could be heard as another larger terrestrial crawler appeared launching itself out of the bottom of the bottom bay. It drove 500 ft from the aircraft and like a snake, the front section of the crawler pulled away from the ground and stood up. The drill then split into four pieces and revealed a giant metallic rod.
I swung my plane around and kept a distance with the crawler, waiting to see the enemy's next move. I told Raid to watch Latias on the wing and protect her from anything unexpected.
Suddenly, the rod began to glow a fiery red as massive surges of electricity formed around the crawler as the electricity appeared to move towards the rod.
With a bright flash, an extreme surge of electricity traveled through the sky in the form of lightning and struck my jet frying all the controls and nearly igniting the remaining fuel left in the fuselages. (I didn't get shocked because like all jets, they're covered with a special layer that redirects low output lightning strikes out through the wings).
After the crawler released the massive shock attack, the unit fell back to the ground, not moving.
My plane was now a falling wreck as I manually threw the cockpit window open above me and armed the master eject button. I pulled back on the stick but nothing worked. Raid kept his distance and I pushed the eject button engaging the rocket motors beneath my seat launching me out of the cockpit putting 8 g's on my body as I exited the jet going 300 miles per hour.
Once the motors died, I purposefully jumped out of the seat and free-falled towards the ground. I leveled out, closed my eyes, and focused. I concentrated and changed back into my "other self".
I re-opened my eyes and pulled up as Raid flew alongside me with his sister (who had jumped off the plane before the lighting made contact). Raid grabbed the Sky Raider and gently guided her back the ground making a smooth landing on a small clearing.
After touchdown we could see the crawler moving again towards the base. Raid and Latias nodded to me knowing what we had to do and we began pursuing the crawler.
We were all running once more on the blessing called adrenaline. Each of us approached the machine invisible preparing out signature moves for a triple assault (our specialty). We each positioned ourselves close to each other with Raid on the left, Latias in the middle a bit back, and me on the right.
We each stuck a paw towards the middle and focused our energy into one source. Light began to glow brightly as we approached the machine.
The enemy say our approach -via thermals- and began opening fire with their guns. We dodged the attack and once we were in range our attack was fully charged.
'Ready you two,' Raid telepathed.
'READY!' Latias and I replied.
As a team we each let go of a battle cry and together we yelled, 'LUSTER BALL!'
(A fusion of our two Luster purges and a single Mist ball)
We threw the glowing mix of light at the crawler and exploded harshly on impact sending metal everywhere as the sound of engines failing began to make themselves apparent.
Little did we know the fight wasn't over. Gun fire continued to blanket the sky forcing us to evade together. One by one we charged our dragon pulses and launched attacks one by one at the crawler attempting to cripple the remaining ornaments onboard. We continued bashing the machine from all angles as the crawler quickly came to a halt from our barrage.
We split up and began head charges increasing the power behind each dragon pulse. Raid went first and I followed second. Bit by bit the crawler was breaking as men began to flee for their lives as section containing missiles exploded in a spectacular fireball. Latias and I dealt with the escapees.
'Latias take care of the guys running on the left, I got the right,' I said.
'Roger that.' And with that we began charging men on the ground using our iron wings crossing multiple times as one by one, men fell to their feet unable to endure our harsh attacks.
Raid was doing as much damage as he could on his own but the crawler still refused to die without one last ditch attempt.
The drill opened once more and electricity began to surge violently everywhere forcing Raid, me, and Latias to retreat further back to avoid getting hit. The charge grew fiercer as sparks flew wildly through the air exploding at points. We had enough and we were determined to finish this beast once and for all.
As a team, we got in formation and used all our might to prepare our final strike attacks. In unison we each began to vibrate a pinkish color around us. (This technique costs the user a tremendous amount of power and energy to deliver the move and if those conditions aren't met, the move has the potential to kill the user)
We connected minds and together we grabbed the crawler using our mental power as we felt no strain. The crawler was lifted off the ground as it continued its electrical surge. Once it was high enough off the ground (about 200 feet). We each split up and placed ourselves at the 12, 4, and 8 o'clock positions.
The light intensified and with one last battle cry, we used our powers to create psychic power rings in front of us (triangles that glow a bright yellow) boosting the power of anything that were to pass through it. We charged our steel wings and blasted through with tremendous speed and with the power of the rings, we reached incomprehensible speed.
Like the matrix, each of us intercepted the crawler more than once and sliced cleanly through the crawler's 11 inch armor.
(Try to imagine Super Smash Bros. Brawl when Latias and Latios appear… kinda like that but one hell of a lot faster and more powerful… enough to remove 15 of those 5 lives).
Using our adrenaline and anger to power us, the crawler stood no chance and with over 100 passes in about 3 seconds from consecutive angles, the crawler, along with the men onboard was no more. (The after explosions took care of the men)
After paying the cost for out attack and losing nearly all the energy we had left to get home, the crawler slowly fell to earth in pieces all in a massive fireball as we each circled the wreckage.
Not soon after, ally fighter blasted through the skies along with ally tanks and armored vehicles full of battle ready men.
We remained invisible barely able to remain hovering and watched the tanks roll by…
We watched the remains of the crawler burned. We feared using our final strikes. We feared that we might end up just like the Latios of Altomare. (That's why we shared power with each other and split the cost between us).
Time went by and we watched men invade the Poseidon.
I tapped Raid on the shoulder signaling him it was time to head back. He got our sister and together we headed back to base together side by side in our triangle formation with me in front and Raid and Latias in the back left and right.
Our job still wasn't over yet. Our final task was to get answers from the one who resided in the tower…
'Sam…' I thought aloud...
Back in the tower…
Sam stood in the middle of the room looking out of the windows.
"Marlon… I'm waiting. Come for me…
Oh this was definitely a tricky chapter. I haven't done battle scenes much before so this was quite the test. I tried to make the story easier to picture and visualize by adding details. If this didn't work too well for you, leave a comment below and tell me how the story appealed to you and how it could be better. It'll help with future chapter and it'll just make things a lot more enjoyable for you to read.
But in any case, what a chapter, first a base battle, then a boss battle with a command cruiser, then those annoying crawlers, and now... Sam... dun dun duuunnnnnn...
You must be thinking what in the world is the author thinking, does he want his characters to die?!
Me: I won't tell you... You'll just have to find out yourselves...
Stay tuned for next time when we finally get answers from Sam... What does he plan on doing with the trio, what are his motives, why is he helping them, why is his team name so long, does he ever sit down?!
FIND OUT, NEXT TIME ON INTO REALITY!
I DON'T own the idea/theme of Pokemon. I DO HOWEVER, own the character Marlon and Raid the Latios and their names I also own the Idea and the theme/name of the Eon Squadron. It's all © by me marcturbo1.