Yoo sup!
Apologies for the long wait between Chapters, I've had my hands full recently and have been working on other projects, but that does not mean this is canceled since I have a storyline where I want this to go. I would not, however, hop onto this web page every hour and angrily refresh it thinking it's updated. Just because it's not Canceled does NOT mean It will be updated every day.
Now, Lettuce begin.
July 25th, 1980
Dragons Edge.
"Not good." Hiccup said as Fireballs rained upon the Outpost as Singetails soared high above.
"You're saying those are actual Dragons!?" Nelson asked.
"Haven't I explained Enough?" Mr Haddock asked.
"I want to know why Fireballs are raining on my head." Nelson asked demandingly.
"That'll take a bit more time to explain." Haddock said as a Fireball crashed into a Cliffside near the base, igniting a Fire in the grass.
"Summarize." Nelson told him.
Haddock sighed and began to explain it very quickly to him.
"So Basically we found this really weird object cylinder thing and A bunch of Hunters appeared out of nowhere looking to steal it back and use it to Capture and Hunt Dragons." Hiccup said hurriedly.
"That's…not too complicated." Nelson said.
"It's Far more complicated than that, but it's either explain that or die." Hiccup said.
"Get on." Hiccup tried to pull him onto the Dragon's back, but he hesitated.
"Trust me, I've only almost died a Few times in the last 4 Years." Hiccup said.
"That does NOT make me feel any better." Nelson responded.
"Alright, but seriously unless you want to walk through a half-burning forest to a burning contraption you should probably get on." Hiccup said.
Damnit, he had a point!
He gulped, and reluctantly climbed on to the dragons back.
He nearly had his lunch ejected from his stomach when the Dragon took off, the sudden force was worse than the slow take off of a Chopper or even a Jet. He had sworn the Dragon's name was Toothless although who named a Toothed Dragon Toothless, what kind of Logic was that?
Luckily the acceleration stopped quickly and they had a Dragons-Eye view of the Island, the 3 Snowy Peaks loomed in the Distance and the forest that was spread across the islands had streaks of flame coming from it, with Smoke billowing up from the Burning spots from the island it took me a minute to spot the Burning hulk of the Chopper.
Once I did I pointed to it, Hiccup spotted it and Directed the Dragon to the Burnt out wreck and for a moment I had the terrible thought that the Radio had been toasted and that contact would be impossible.
Luckily, the Radio had survived and was even still operational without having to do a Complex Technical Repair, and as soon as we set down I ran to it, sparing no time as I grabbed it and activated it
US RADIO TECHNICAL ARCHIVE RECORDING USS_SPURANCE_UH-1_22_322
Nelson:"Command, Command, can you read?"
Spurance: "Command here, Nelson is that you?
Nelson:"Yes, Thank God….Is anyone important there?"
Spurance:"I can get Johnson down here ASAP, are you alright?"
Nelson:"Yes, although I'd need a lot of time to explain the situation here, are there any Jets on their way to this side?"
Spurance:"Yes, a Squadron Of F-4's are on their way now."
Nelson:"PULL THEM BACK AT ONCE, QUICK!"
Captain Johnson of the Spurance was aboard the bridge as Spurance slowly closed on the anomaly in a spiral, incase of any such thing as weight limitations on the wormhole or something else they couldn't explain.
Suddenly, one of the crewmen rushed onto the bridge with a short breath, and the captain turned to face him.
"Sir…we got a message from Nelson…He says you need to talk and withdraw at once!" The Crewmen said, The Captain looked at him with amazement! He had survived!
"That's good news! Tell the Fighters to return to the carrier at once and Get me on the radio!" Captain Johnson said as he stumbled down the hall to the Radio room.
The F-4s roared at a high altitude, one they spent a time gaining. The Lead plane was already soaring over 35,000 feet above the ground. While only at the same height as a mere passenger plane in the modern world, it was far higher than any dragon could hope to fly.
The Plane's had their payload primed, their AIM-7 and AIM-9s glistened in the sunlight while their engines roared with the gentle glow of their plumes not being able to register from such a high altitude.
Then as the Lead Pilot gave the order the planes dived. They had no idea what the countless blips on the radar really were, but for all they knew they could be far more advanced planes that were flying at subsonic speeds for any reason. They clearly lacked radar since had they contained one, the Small Squadron would have been ripped out of the sky a long time ago.
They dropped altitude quickly, clouds roared past them and from them sprouted cones of vapor as they tore through the sound barrier like a scissor through paper. A Deafening boom followed shortly as raindrops coated their canopies.
Soon the island was in view, from it spouted 3 Massive Snow Peaks, the Rest of the island laden with trees and billows of fires and smoke.
They were a blur, a Few Flyers saw the Streaks that were the planes but had no idea what to make of them. They had never seen something that possessed such speed before, not even the night fury could be that fast! Some even thought they were hallucinating.
Then the Sonic Boom hit them like a wall, Both Dragon and Human Eardrums crumpled under such sounds. Screams sounded, some yelled they were deaf, others were concerned about the fact their dragons were plummeting towards the ground.
The Pilots watched in confusion as the multicolored dots dropped like flies from the air. They turned their planes in curiosity, had they no protection against the sound? As the Planes dropped speed their agile form became more discernible. The Hunters thought it was a new type of dragon like a deathsong, or even a thunderdrum with a sound attack. Instinctively they fired upon the F-4s
That was a major mistake.
The Agile Planes easily banked away, and with hostility confirmed they made the choice of retaliation.
"Fox Two"
The Aim-9 Roared away from the F-4, and it was overkill. The Missile made contact at very high speeds, and it ignited the Glasses inside the Dragon. An explosion rang out and a shower of Red Material came from what used to be the Dragon.
The F-4s roared past the remains, and as their enemy's potential became clear some, out of fear, made the smart decision to land the dragons. The Pilots had seen the Enemy had 4 wings, and for a moment they thought about them being Bi-Planes.
But that's when one of the braver flyers decided to fire a fireball at the New Assailants. By sheer luck or fate it struck home. A F-4 Exploded in flame, being ripped apart and scattered into metallic debris.
In perhaps rage or shock the Other Planes Retaliated, 4 Missiles flew quickly towards the Flyers, and all 4 were cut down.
Mere seconds later the planes received the order to return to the carrier.
But whether or not official, the war had begun…