Today was NOT a quiet day… at all…
Jericho lead his squadron back to Propwash, all making a bit of a rough landing. Soon as they were on the ground, he looked behind him to see the damage that had been done. Few of his men had a broken wing, or had dents in their sides. But… they were all alive… just wounded… both physically and mentally.
"Those girls… they were unlike anything I had ever seen…" one of the soldiers panted. "They were strong…"
"And let's not forget crazy." another one chimed. "I swear I heard one of them laughing maniacally."
"We'll discuss what happened later." Jericho said, looking to all of them. "Right now, we're all tired and wounded… We need time to think it all out. All of you go get repaired and rest for a bit. We'll talk about the battle when we're all calmed down."
Everyone snapped off a salute.
"Yes sir!"
Jericho nodded, watching them all go before heading off himself. He winced a little as he rolled along, noting he had taken a small hit to part of his landing gear. He had a bit of a limp to him.
"Jericho?"
Jericho looked to the side to see Rebecca not too far off, worry in her eyes.
"Hey, Becky…"
She rolled over to him concerned. "You're hurt…"
"Yes… Got into a bit of a fight with those…" He wasn't sure what to call them… "... Enemies… that have been popping up lately… I'll live."
Rebecca nuzzled him gently. "Still… I worry about you…"
Jericho felt his engine stuttering a little before nuzzling back a bit.
"Becky…"
She had a sheepish look. "Sorry… Just… If you need any time to just rant or talk… I'm here."
Jericho smiled. "I'd like that…" He winced a little. "Though first… I think I need help getting to a mechanic. More than just landing gear that got roughed up."
Rebecca nodded offering him a wing to lean on. "Here, lean on me. I'll get you to the center."
Jericho did so. "Thank you…"
"Anytime Jericho…"
Soon enough they made it as Jericho was worked on by mechanics.
"Rough battle, eh?" one of them asked.
"Very." Jericho answered, wincing a little. "Just part of what I signed up for Bert."
Bert nodded, patching up Jericho's landing gear.
"Lucky they didn't hit anything too serious… Did you get a good look at whatever has been causing all those attacks?"
Jericho nodded. "We all did… And trust me… We couldn't believe our eyes what we saw."
"Oh yeah? What are they? Heli's? Don't tell me the Cessnas and Aerocanards are finally fighting back against all the busted parts." There was some sarcasm as no one else but them had seen what it was. "Or what… A band of little girls?"
Jericho lowered his gaze.
"Mix all that together and you basically get what we saw. Though not little… All were adolescent huminids and machines."
Bert's eyes widened. "Geeze…. That's… Dang…"
"It was surreal… They were all armed and all knew combat. I'm surprised all of my squadron made it back." Jericho closed his eyes remembering the battle. "Even their weapons seemed out of this world."
Bert shook his head. "What a bunch of hellions… If they can be beaten they have a weakness… You'll figure it out…"
Jericho nodded. "Right… just not right now…"
"Right now, you and your squadron need time to recuperate." another mechanic said. "After something like that all of your canopies need a rest."
"Very much so…" Jericho sighed. "I'm exhausted."
"Take some time to relax." the mechanic looked to Rebecca. "Spend time with your lady friend."
Jericho's engine stuttered a bit again. "Ah haha… it's not like that, Dean."
Bert smirked. "Oh it's not? Hey everyone remembers the last time at Honkers right? Where he was going on and on about Ms. Rebecca?"
"H-Hey!"
"Don't deny it!" Another yelled.
Jericho just felt his engine stutter more, his propeller spinning a bit.
"Guys…"
They all snickered. "He's just a love machine~"
"And he won't admit it~"
"... You guys done fixing me?"
"Hm… Hey boys? Have we mocked him enough?"
"Hrm… We gonna be expecting baby corsairs in the future?"
At that Jericho folded his wings over his canopy.
"Guys!"
They all laughed. "Alright he can go. We've annoyed him enough… Today." Bert smirked spinning a wrench in his lift.
Jericho rolled his eyes, unfolding his wings before rolling out to where Rebecca was waiting… his engine stuttering on him.
And NOW it's awkward…
Rebecca luckily for him didn't bring it up and just kept close to him. "You were in there awhile… Did they find something else wrong?"
"No… they were just taking their time with fixing me up…" And mocking the heck out of me…
She nodded in understanding. "Right.. Better they take their time then rush and not have you fit to fly right?"
"Right… Least I'm not limping anymore." Though he couldn't help but rest against her a little regardless.
Rebecca smiled in relief, nuzzling him gently, her own engine giving a flutter. "I'm just glad you're safe."
Jericho smiled, nuzzling her a bit in return.
"Thanks for… for being here for me…"
"Anything for you Jericho. Seriously."
Jericho looked over to Honkers before looking to her.
"Would you like to get some oil?"
Rebecca grinned. "I would love to."
"Then let's go."