by Anaclagon » Sat Feb 12, 2011 7:07 pm
The small blue handball bounced against the wall, again and again and again. The room was silent, only the handball repelling of the wall made any sort of sound. The young officer sighed as he caught the ball in a firm grasp, somebody had entered the room.
"Oh.. Anthony, nice to see ya, you see the the LT?" The young pilot asked. It was obvious he was a rookie. You could tell who were the veterans in particularly the "Dalton Boys" More then half of the original Dalton Boys had died during the many battles in the attempt to rid the world of dragons.
"Nah, I think John is on patrol with Garuda in the skies of London, they should be returning shortly. They were just doing some sight seeing and practicing the ESM with AWACS. With the new shipments from home, we got ourselves much more impressive firepower.." The veteran pilot stated lowly. The pilot looked down, not really eyeing the rookie as he just lay in bed, bored or tired, unsure what he really was.
"Oh.. okay, thanks anyway" The rookie left the room and jogged through the corridors, heading out of the barracks. He glanced in the sky, searching for any sign of the LT. He sighed, glancing at the busy runway, Americans and British servicemen all over the large airfield. Suddenly the low roar of engines became audible as John and two other fighters slowly moved into the runway. The rookie watched the American fighters slowed down on the runway before being guided into the large hangers, several crewmen guiding their way.
John's fighter easily stood out the most, it wasn't fully American thats for sure, it had elements of Russian looks to it and unlike the silver, grayish coating of typical american fighters, the CFA-44 was dark black perfectly matching John's callsign: Grim Reaper
The vertical stabilizers of the CFA-44 had multiple war achievements such as the Golden Medal of Marksmanship. The word "Ace" was seen along the side of the cockpit along with small sized paintings of dragon heads with a X crossed through them.The rookie never was surprised, it was people like his LT Commander that gave hope to the people back at home.
The Ace himself finally lifted the cockpit and climbed out at once with his casual smirk. He turned, eyeing the rookie who stared him with awe who completely forgot why he wanted to see his commanding officer in the first place. "Hey you! what you staring at? Go get me a bottle of water, I'm thristy" John stated, grinning as he did so. The rookie slowly nodded and ran off to preform his task, his mind blank. He actually met his new commanding officer in person, sort off..
While it may have been a rather interesting start of the day for one rookie pilot, so far... it was just another typical day back in London for the Americans.
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