Jon Baker stood at full attention as his commanding officer rolled back and forth in front of him.
"You sure you're up for transferring to another station Jon? I know you're rather comfortable here in San Francisco and everything."
"I need to… My sister just lost her husband and she has two little ones… I need this so I can be closer to her and help her out."
"Alright… We're gonna miss you up here Jon. You're one of our best helicopters on the force, going to be hard to find a replacement for you."
Jon smiled sheepishly. "I'm sure you'll manage. Just hope they don't try to break me in at the new station… Heard they got some wild cards."
His chief laughed. "I've heard the stories too… Hear they get a Crazy Copter on the force… yet he's one of the best they got."
Jon smirked. "I guess we'll see when I get there how "crazy" he is."
"Indeed, good luck Jon, Machina be with you."
It didn't take long to fly down to LA. Just a short flight over and Jon found himself at the station. At the front entrance a police car was waiting along with a Hughes 500D helicopter beside him.
"Ah good, you're here." The car smiled as Jon landed. "Jon Baker right?"
Jon gave a nod smiling. "Sir yes sir! Reporting for duty and ready to fly."
"Good, I'm Sergeant Joseph Getraer, I'm in charge of the station." He gestured to the helicopter beside him. "And this is Frank Poncherello."
"Just Ponch, please." The helicopter said, giving a nod.
"Then please just call me Jon. Nice to meet you." Jon said looking him over. This should be interesting… Wait why is he smirking!?
"LOOK OUT BELOW!"
SPLASH!
"GAH!"
Jon's eyes were wide as water covered him. "W-what the…?" …. There goes that new coat of wax…
Ponch snickered. "Nice one Harlan, next time be easier with the water buckets."
All looked to see a forklift who had an empty bucket of water hanging from his lifts.
"S-Sorry! Was on my way to give some of the guys a good wash and then… well… you know the rest."
Jon sighed shaking himself off. "It's fine…" Great first impression there Jon….
"Harlan is kind of a klutz but he's a good mechanic none the less." Ponch looked up to Harlan winking. I'll pay you later.
Harlan gave a wave before rolling off.
"I see… Well least he seems like a nice guy… So…" Jon looked to Ponch curious. "Heard there was a "crazy" copter… Know him?"
Joseph snickered. "You're looking at him…. and he's your patrol companion."
Ponch gave a proud look. "Oh, my reputation is well known then. Great!"
"...Oh boy…" I'm DOOMED. "Well… Hopefully we'll get along." Jon said feeling a bit nervous now.
"I'm sure we will. Just show you a few tricks and you'll fit in just fine around here."
"Sounds good."
"And THEN, THEN he started whistling at every pretty machine that went by! I mean who does that!?"
Abigail shook her head. "Jon… your face is redder than a tomato, please take a moment to breathe."
Jon gave a frustrated groan taking a deep breath, mentally counting to ten. "He's… Driving. Me. Crazy Abby… I don't know how I'll make it through without killing him…" He toned down his voice a bit remembering that his niece and nephew were finally asleep and felt a pang of guilt. I came here to help Abigail take care of them… Not keep them up at all hours with my ranting…
"He's always acting like a goof ball? No seriousness at all?" she asked.
"Nope." Jon deadpanned. "He's as serious as let's say… One of those small dogs wearing a pink dress and lipstick. Too ridiculous to take seriously."
"I'm starting to question how this guy is supposedly one of their best… Have you had any incidents on the highway yet?"
"Not yet thankfully… Just a few tickets, a car or two that had a little too much high grade oil… If you know what I mean…" Jon sighed. "And… He keeps pranking me… And watches weird soap operas... Not just watches them, but I've seen him CRY watching those cheesy things!"
Abigail giggled. "This is a full grown helicopter we're talking about right?"
Jon smirked. "Pretty sure, though I'm thinking Hunter could take him on in a prank fight and win."
"Win against who?" A little voice asked as a small bright blue and white helicopter pup came into view looking at his uncle and mother curiously. He yawned a bit. "Who'd I win against?"
Abigail nuzzled him. "Some crazy helicopter your uncle is working with."
Hunter nuzzled her, yawning. "Oh… Why don'tcha just arrest 'em Unca Jon…?"
"Can't exactly arrest my co-workers kiddo…" He chuckled. "But maybe he'll come around…"
"Me and Mel could get cute if we have to…"
"Well… the cute charm does have its magic… but for now it's bed time for you little helicopter."
"Aww… But Mommy-"
"Guess you won't want bacon flavored oil then-"
Hunter gave a small gasp and scurried out of the room to his and his sister's bedroom. "Night! Don't let the crazy copter bite!"
Jon chuckled shaking his head. "You have his number."
"I do…" She nuzzled him. "I think you could use some rest too… Want to stay here for the night?"
He nuzzled her. "I'd really like that…. Thanks sis…"
"Anytime brother… come on, let's get you some rest."
Ponch and Jon were resting near the highway on a empty spot, enjoying some oil… though not to say it had been a completely quiet morning… more pranks and more shenanigans started it all off… all by Ponch himself.
"Well… least it's been quiet today." Ponch said between sips of his oil.
Jon snorted. "HA! Yeah right! Quiet as a stampede of harvesters!"
"Huh- Oh… Ah come on, lighten up, it was a joke."
"Painting my rotor tips pink wasn't very amusing." He rolled his eyes. "Why'd you even join the CHP if your not gonna be serious-"
VROOM!
Some cars zoomed by. They were going way past the speed limit and were causing a lot of harm to the other cars on the highway, running some off the road.
Ponch's eyes narrowed.
"Oh no, not on my highway!"
He took off, chasing after them.
Jon hurried after trying to keep ahead… And to hide the impressed look. The fact that Ponch was now serious and had his head in the game amazed him. And he's not making some joke out of it!? Oh Machina THANK YOU.
Ponch was gaining on the cars. Soon as he close enough, he lowered himself closer to the ground to get in their way.
"Afternoon gentlemen, care to pull over or we going to do this the hard way?"
One of the cars smirked. "Oh look a Choppie. Pfft, hard way, cop." The car moved the side, hitting a younger car off the road.
Ponch growled. "Alright, you asked for it."
He flew over to the car, getting on top of them, using his landing gear to get a grip on them.
"Time to hit the breaks!"
He started flying in reverse, getting the car to slow down by a great amount of speed.
"H-HEY! LET GO OF ME!"
Jon smirked using his hoist on another hauling them up as they were forced to stop. "Ah, ah ah!"
"W-what the heck is this!? Spider Copter day!?"
"It's your unlucky day punks!" Ponch called out as they herded the group of cars off the road, quickly getting parking boots on them.
"Ugh you choppies are always ruinin' our fun." One grumbled giving Ponch a dirty look. "Especially you, the psycho of the highway patrol!"
"That's Mister Psycho to you punk!" Ponch got in his face. "You think it's funny running young cars off the highway?! Why if I had a nickel everytime-"
"Hey, hey." Jon got between them. "He ain't worth it Ponch."
Ponch snorted a little before backing off. "Alright… you get off easy this time from me."
The car rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Choppie."
The other members of the CHP soon arrived, taking the cars away. After that, Ponch and Jon went back to their resting spot.
Ponch was back to sipping his oil again, keeping quiet for once.
Jon looked at him before looking back to his oil. "Look uh… I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier… That was a pretty good stop…"
"It's fine… wouldn't be the first time." Ponch looked to the road. "Gets rather quiet around the base so we just end up doing jokes all the time… and I went a little too far since you were new… and I apologize for that."
"It's alright… I get that you need to do some stuff for the sanity… And since we're on the subject of apologies…" Jon glanced away. "... I'm gonna apologize for myself in the future…"
"... I'll be waiting to see what you cook up." Ponch smirked a little. "Choppie."
"Mister Psycho." Jon smirked back.
"Heh… Know where that nickname came from? The Choppie one?"
"No. Do share."
"Well it makes sense since we're helicopters, but the reason it happened… well… think… CHP… have one other letter in there and you'll see why we got our nickname."
"CHoP… Huh…" Jon blinked. "... That actually makes a lot of sense."
"Yeah, the punks I've chased up and down the roads were the ones who came up with it. It's for helicopters exclusively."
"Heh probably couldn't come up with anything for cars… Given they can't even remember how to drive straight."
Ponch chuckled. "Darn right… Well… I await what you have to show me tomorrow…"
Considering the stuff I pulled on him… I admit… I'm a little terrified to find out what he's gonna do.
"Shh, shh… Quiet now…"
The conference hangar was empty aside from Jon and his two "accomplices" as they awaited Ponch's arrival.
Probably not what he'll expect… But he has it coming.
Soon enough, Ponch came hopping in, looking around.
Jon told me to meet him here… Red flag but might as well get it over with.
"Sick 'em!"
Before Ponch knew it two little helicopter pups had sped up to him giving him the saddest puppy dog eyes they could muster.
Ponch jumped back a little. "W-What the?"
"Are you a real cop?" One with a red and white paintjob, Melinda asked giving him a shy smile. "Like Unca Jon?"
"Are you really crazy!?"
"Ooo ooo show us your weapons!"
"Yeah!"
"And flying!"
"That too!"
Jon smirked. Two tiny pups, a flurry of questions… Welcome to my usual day off Ponch.
Ponch looked at the two pups before chuckling.
"Alright, alright, one question at a time pups… Yes I'm a cop, and yeah… I can be crazy. Only weapons I got are my landing gear, my rotors, and of course the parking boots I carry for all the punks that need to be stopped."
"Oooo!"
"Cool!"
"Oh by the way Ponch? Did I forget to mention something? Because I'm pretty sure I did…" Jon said with fake guilt. "I told the pups you'd be pupsitting for them today instead of me...Oops… And I gave them all that high energy oil too…. Rats."
Ponch got a bit of a shocked and mortified look before shaking his head, laughing a little.
"Well played… Also… you just found my weakness."
"That so?"
Ponch looked at the two pups, nuzzling them.
"I have a soft spot for pups…"
They cuddled a little. "Hee…"
"He's nice Unca!"
Jon chuckled. "Then we have the same weakness… These two mean the world to me… Ponch… Meet Melinda and Hunter… My nephew and niece."
"Well… nice to meet you two… Hope you're okay with being stuck with the Crazy Copter for a bit."
"It's cool!" Hunter chirped. Melinda was bouncing on her landing gear.
"We wanna be crazy too!"
… I have a feeling this is gonna come back to bite me in the tail later… I swear I just felt a chill.
"Well then little ones… I shall show you my ways!"
… What… Have I done?