Good luck out there… be safe. Come back alive if you can.
Jericho couldn't believe everything that was happening. One day he was leading his squadrons into battle… the next… he was being transferred from his barrack out on the sea to a small town.
All because of these attacks that keep happening… Least it's not a full out war… Yet.
Soon enough, he and the planes he was traveling with made a landing, each being shown to their hangars. Instead of turning in, he decided he'd have a look around the town. He wanted to know what he'd be protecting after all.
It was a nice small town. It was still growing as it were with new shops under construction and other things that were works in progress.
"Incoming!"
Jericho stopped in his tracks, seeing a young crop duster roll by, trying to get a herd of sheep to veer away from the roads.
"I swear you sheep can be so naughty." The crop duster blew his whistle, getting their attention. "Finally…"
He lead them back to the pasture before closing the gate.
"There…"
"Sheep problem?" Jericho asked.
The crop duster looked to him.
"Nothing out of the normal routine… You new here?"
"Was just transferred, I'm part of the Jolly Wrenches."
"Oh! You must be one of the War Birds they sent our way." The crop duster gave a nod of respect. "I'm Benjamin Crophopper, but Ben for short.
"Jericho Riley." Jericho snapped off a salute with his wing. "Nice to meet you Ben."
"Nice to meet you too… glad you're here… It'll be calming to everyone here to know that they'll be protected, me included."
"I'll do my best."
"And that's all we'll ask." Ben yawned a little. "Well… I need to turn in… I'll see you later."
Ben rolled off, leaving Jericho to wander through the town again.
By accident a plane bumped into him as she was rolling back to her hangar. "O-Oh! I'm sorry sir!"
Jericho rolled back a little. "It's alright, just be a little more careful."
She nodded, looking him over. "We got ourselves a war hero in our midst don't we?"
Jericho kept his best modest look. "Just here to do my job ma'am… Jericho Riley."
"Rebecca Meyer." She replied giving a nod and a smile. "Welcome to Propwash Junction Mr. Riley…"
"Just Jericho will do ma'am…" Jericho gave a gentle smile, looking her over.
She was a Cessna 402 in a teal and white paint job, some marbling decals on her wings, her eyes a grey color. She giggled a bit. "Please… Just call me Becky. Ma'am is for old biplanes."
Jericho chuckled. "Alright then… Becky."
Becky smiled giving a nod. "See you around… Be sure to stop by one of the oil pubs the huminids built recently… For squishies… They make a mean can of oil."
"I'll be sure to then… sounds wonderful."
"Maybe I'll see you there?"
"Maybe so."
Becky smiled. "I'd like that… Goodnight…" She headed back to her hangar taking one last glance back at Jericho. A hero to protect the town…
Jericho smiled a little before rolling off, deciding he'd head back to his hangar.
Everyone seems nice here… I'll do my best to protect them.
Even at the cost of my life.