Aces of World War III

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Grim327

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Chris turn towards the man who asked the question, "As far as I know, a shitload of our bases were hit, though many of the big cities were spared. As much as I want to believe they're alive, I'm not getting my hopes up. Hell, I'm lucky to know that there is a good chance that my parents are still alive.
 

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As far as I know, a shitload of our bases were hit

"Jesus Christ. So the land's as empty as the sea." Roger said, sinking into a chair.
Roger's head was reeling, every base he had performed at, every person he had met while with the USO...
"Up in smoke" he mumbled to himself.
 

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Coup went to his quarters and placed his duffel bag inside. He pondered praying for a bit more but then he decided that the Officer's club was the next best place to be at the moment to meet the other pilots who made it out alive.

He went through the doors to find a lively, albeit sullen crowd. Beer and depression usually don't go well especially with what just recently happened. Coup fetched a glass of water and sat himself on the stool in the middle of the bar. He listened to the chatter around him and it was mostly trying to grasp the scope of the attack or how far its reached. Instead of joining he sat back and listened.
 

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"See ya 'round, Chris." Willow said as he walked out.

"Hi, Samantha 'Shodan' Hickok...boy I'm glad to see you. The thought of being the only woman here was giving me the creeps me out."

"Willow O'donnell, my flight calls me Banshee." She responded, turning towards the other pilot. "I've gotten used to being the only girl in the sky, as my squadron lacked any but myself."

Willow could sense that there was something more behind the way Samantha looked at her, but wasn't all that bothered by it.

"So, what do you think about the situation?"
 

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After Chris left the Officer's Club, he figured that seeing the armory wouldn't be a bad idea. Chris was making little progress on his own, so he asked a passing engineer, and he pointed Chris in the right direction. He soon found it, and after showing the guards his credentials, Chris walked in.

The Armory looked to have its standard fare; ammo for the various guns and cannons of the aircraft and had an assortment of missiles and rockets as well. Well at least we won't run out of munitions anytime soon he thought to himself. The Armory also seemed to branch off into vehicle and infantry sections as well, although he wasn't as interested in either of those areas though it wouldn't hurt to take a look.
 

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" Willow O'donnell, my flight calls me Banshee. I've gotten used to being the only girl in the sky, as my squadron lacked any but myself. So, what do you think about the situation?"

"Well nice to meet you Banshee," I bet I could really make you scream. NO! Bad! "I was all by my lonesome as well, being stuck with a bunch of guys thinking only with their joysticks is irritating. It'll be nice to have somebody I can relate to." Sam was trying to hold her urges in check, but was having trouble. She'd seen the way Banshee'd looked at her, and realized that she hadn't quite kept the 'want' from her eyes...but on the plus side the other woman didn't seem to react negatively, so maybe there was hope.

Banshee's question on the other hand brought up emotions that Sam had been diligently trying to drown in alcohol. Looking at her companion with a soft smile she whimpered a bit, the anger, sadness, and rage trying to surface. No! This will not beat me...save it for the Russians. "Heh, what do I think? Well considering they killed the only family I had left...I think I might want to try to kill every Red between here and Moscow."
 

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""I was all by my lonesome as well, being stuck with a bunch of guys thinking only with their joysticks is irritating. It'll be nice to have somebody I can relate to. Heh, what do I think? Well considering they killed the only family I had left...I think I might want to try to kill every Red between here and Moscow."

"In that case, I think we'll get along just fine." Willow responded, thinking about her squadron back in the UK. "I owe them a few too, for my fellow Reapers back in Lakenheath." She had a hard time holding back the rage that threatened to overwhelm her, thinking about how they were killed with no way to fight back, just burned, like ants under a magnifying glass.

Snapping back to the present, Willow looked Samantha in the eye, and said quietly enough that only Sam would hear, "And I mean to pay that debt if it kills me."
 

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After Chris saw that the rest of the armory held everything that you would normally see, he figured that seeing what aircraft his fellow pilots were flying would help him create some tactics on the side, although he had no idea if they would ever be used, but it was a good way to pass time. He started to get a better of idea of where every place was, for he didn't have to ask for directions to the hangar this time.

When Chris walked in, he made his way to the center of the hangar. Once there, he started turning slowly while stopping for a few seconds to look at each respective plane. He saw a Typhoon, an A-10, an F-15, some F-16's his included, an F-18, and an F-22. It wasn't the most preferable collection, but at least they could do a bit of everything. Every second that Chris looked at the aircraft, his desire for revenge grew and grew. It was getting difficult to contain, and he figured that going back to the OC would help him cool off. As turned the corner to the hall that OC was in, Chris saw that the drunk girl, Shodan, if he remembers correctly returned. She didn't seem as intoxicated as before though, which slightly surprised him.
 

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Sam was smiling as Banshee spoke, her unique accent rolling pleasantly through her ears, but it dimmed a little with that last quiet line. Placing a hand lightly on the younger woman's arm she spoke just as softly. "Easy Banshee, don't go mach no vector on us. I know your pissed, so is everyone else, but you get killed 'cuz the anger wins you hurt us and do a disservice to your friends. I have to keep telling myself that as well or I'd be up in the nose bleeds looking for something to kill right now."

Stepping close, she spoke in a whisper, right into Banshee's ear. "If you want to vent or need a shoulder to cry on I'm in room 23, come find me if you want to talk." Sam's baser urges hammered at her self-control, trying to get her jump the other women right then and there, but her more rational self won out...mostly. On impulse Sam brushed her lips past Banshee's ear and whispered, "[small]Anytime.[/small]" With that she stepped away, retrieving another bottle of water. Walking to the door she called out. "Later all I'm off to crash out, and hopefully find that this is all just a really bad dream."

Back in her quarters she downed both waters, and stripped to her RCAF issue skivvies, before climbing into the bunk. Thanks to large doses of both stress and alcohol, she was asleep in moments.
 

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"If you want to vent or need a shoulder to cry on I'm in room 23, come find me if you want to talk. [sub]Anytime[/sub]. Later all I'm off to crash out, and hopefully find that this is all just a really bad dream."

"I'll keep that in mind" Willow muttered as Shodan walked off. She checked the bar, and grabbed the bottle of Everclear sitting unopened in the corner, as well as a shotglass.

Willow noticed one of the other pilots sitting alone at a table, and figured she'd see if he wanted company. It was a ***** when you had to drink alone.

"Hey there, I'm Willow. Mind if I have a seat?" She asked, setting down the glass and opening the bottle.
 

Tortilla the Hun

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"Hey there, I'm Willow. Mind if I have a seat?"

Roman, formerly deep in thought, was brought back to current events as a woman with a bottle in one hand and a shot glass in the other spoke up to him. He set down his glass of water and adjusted his chair so he could face her when she was seated.

"Yeah, sure. Be my guest. The name's Roman, by the way. Nice to meetcha," Roman said, adding a polite smile. "I'd say something witty, but you've caught me off-guard - losing myself in my thoughts is something I have yet to get used to. Anywho, Willow was it? I'm gonna take a wild guess and say, judging from your accent, you're not from this end of the earth. English with a dash of Irish, am I right? Which raises another question, what brings you all the way over here? Besides the beginning of World War Three and all..."
 

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"Yeah, sure. Be my guest. The name's Roman, by the way. Nice to meetcha. I'd say something witty, but you've caught me off-guard - losing myself in my thoughts is something I have yet to get used to. Anywho, Willow was it? I'm gonna take a wild guess and say, judging from your accent, you're not from this end of the earth. English with a dash of Irish, am I right? Which raises another question, what brings you all the way over here? Besides the beginning of World War Three and all..."

"Good call about my accent" Willow responded, pouring and taking a drink. I was actually born in Wisconsin, but I get the accent from my parents. My dad was from Ireland, my mom, from the UK." She paused here, as it hadn't occurred to her until now that her parents may have been killed as well.

The liquor started to get her to relax a bit, so she continued. "The English part is probably a bit more pronounced now, though... I've been stationed at Lakenheath for about a year now. As for what brings me all the way over here, I was sent by my squadron to represent them at Red Flag. That... didn't pan out, because the bombs started landing while I had just gone feet dry over the Carolinas. Then, I heard a radio signal telling me to come here, and it was just a matter of praying I didn't run out of gas."

Willow offered Roman a drink as she asked. "So, how about you? What brings you to this little corner of heaven on the highway to hell?"
 

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"Good call about my accent. I was actually born in Wisconsin, but I get the accent from my parents. My dad was from Ireland, my mom, from the UK."

Roman nodded as he listened to Willow, understanding the short silence that followed the mentioning of her parents and taking note of the solemn look she wore briefly before continuing.

"The English part is probably a bit more pronounced now, though... I've been stationed at Lakenheath for about a year now. As for what brings me all the way over here, I was sent by my squadron to represent them at Red Flag. That... didn't pan out, because the bombs started landing while I had just gone feet dry over the Carolinas. Then, I heard a radio signal telling me to come here, and it was just a matter of praying I didn't run out of gas. So, how about you? What brings you to this little corner of heaven on the highway to hell?"

Roman listened intently and when she offered a drink, he remembered thinking to himself he shouldn't, but then shrugged as if to say 'fuck it' and quickly downed the shot. The Everclear did not go down smoothly for him and he grimaced a bit before sliding the shot glass back over to Willow.

"Jesus H. Christ, that's some strong stuff. You'll have to excuse me, but that'll be my first and last for the night. And my reason for being 'round here is just like yours I suppose, at least for the last part of it. I was running an extended training flight in New Mexico when the bombs touched down. Whole base was gone - nothing left of it 'cept me and my bird...on second thought, I'll take another shot," Roman said as hepoured himself a drink and quickly downed it. Sliding the glass back to Willow once more, and trying to keep a straight face, he resumed speaking. "But I got a message over the radio, same as you, and made my way up and over here. And you said you flew all the way from Lakenheath? What're you piloting, anyway?"
 

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"Jesus H. Christ, that's some strong stuff. You'll have to excuse me, but that'll be my first and last for the night.

Willow grinned a bit at Roman's response to the Everclear.

"And my reason for being 'round here is just like yours I suppose, at least for the last part of it. I was running an extended training flight in New Mexico when the bombs touched down. Whole base was gone - nothing left of it 'cept me and my bird...on second thought, I'll take another shot. I got a message over the radio, same as you, and made my way up and over here. And you said you flew all the way from Lakenheath? What're you piloting, anyway?"

"I'm an Eagle driver." She said, as she poured another shot and downed it. "Yeah, that is kinda strong... Anyway, yeah, I flew all the way over here from Lakenheath. Terrible trip, and the in flight movie was horseshit..." Willow chuckled a bit at her lame attempt at humor. Seemed like the liquor was affecting her after all. "Sorry to hear about your base, I was fortunately far enough out that I didn't get to see any hit. Kinda makes me wonder if the other three in my flight were off the ground when it happened... Ah hell, I'll probably be unable to find out until we reest-... reestab-... get back into contact with Europe." She finished, already feeling the the effects of the alcohol. She briefly considered pouring a third, and did so. If I'm gonna get hammered, may as well do it right...

Three shots of Everclear was well past her tolerance for alcohol, and Willow started to feel a bit light-headed. She still managed to ask "Ssso, what'sh your bird?" before all the events of the day caught up with her lack of sleep. Shit... maybe I shoulda picked something with less kick... was Willow's last thought before she blacked out.
 

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"Ssso, what'sh your bird?"

Before Roman could even open his mouth to speak, he could see Willow's eyes droop, then collapse along with the rest of her body. She sat slumped over the table with the shot glass still resting between her fingers.

"Well, she didn't last very long," said Roman as he carefully removed the shot glass from her loose hand. He stood and walked over to her side of the table and picked her up, cradling her with one arm under her knees and the other supporting her neck and shoulders. "Alright, time to find your bunk, lady."

"'Scuse me, dashing Mexican with a hot Irish pilot comin' through," Roman called out as he walked passed the rest of the room's occupants with Willow in his arms. Roman left the Officer's Club and began scouting through the halls, trying to find a sign as to what room she made her own. He cursed the fact that there were so many halls full of rooms and was beginning to wonder if she even had claimed a room for herself. Suddenly, Roman froze in place as he felt a sudden stirring from Willow; she turned her head and now had it nestled against Roman's shoulder and seemed to be trying to turn herself over in her sleep while mumbling something unintelligible. When she became still once more, Roman sighed a great sigh of relief and resumed his search. As Roman made his way down one corridor in particular, a man passed by and stopped to give him a quizzical look.

"Don't look at me like that, she's just drunk," Roman said assuringly. The man only shook his head in disapproval and walked on down the hall. "Wait, no, it's not what it sounds...ah, geez."

Only a few minutes after that awkward run-in, he peered into on room and saw that a service bag had been dropped right inside the doorway. Taking closer look, Roman saw the all-caps label "W. O'DONNELL" stitched onto in.

"Double-u, Willow...O'Donnell?" Roman asked the unconscious woman, looking down at her slack, upturned face. "Yeah, I'd say you look like an O'Donnell."

Roman walked her over to the cot and gently set her down, being careful so as not to wake her up. He then went over to the room's desk and rummaged for a pen and paper, with which he wrote a note to leave her in the morning. He folded the paper so it could stand on its own, then set it on the end table with the text facing the cot. When Willow would wake, she'd see the note which read,

"You should consider yourself lucky you blacked out with a gentleman such as myself. Hope to continue our conversation soon, perhaps with much less jet lag and Everclear. You can find me in Bunk 07, Corridor 12 if you wanna drop by.

-R."


Roman flicked on the dim desklamp on the end table before walking to the door and turning off the overheads, then stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind him. He whistled cheerily as he headed down the corridor from whence he came, making his way to his own room. Now, time to get myself some shuteye...
 

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As Chris was about to enter the OC some man carrying Willow walked past. Did she get wasted as well? Chris wondered. He entered the OC, and noticed that the room had become less crowded since his departure. Well damn, if that many people left, then I guess heading to my room wouldn't be a bad idea. Chris then made his way to his own room, and after entering, he sat down at his desk and starting drawing some air maneuvers that might be of some use. He remembered his old trainer talking about how back in WW2, Navy pilots would use the Thatch Weave to get behind Zeroes. Chris then started figuring out a way to counter it should the need ever arise, needless to say this was just a way to pass time. After a few more minutes of thinking and drawing, Chris's eyelids became heavy, and he lay his head down on the desk and fell asleep.
 

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Sam tossed and turned in her bunk, her dream swinging from good to bad.

"Hammer 3, I got a bandit on my six I'm not gonna be able to shake'em..."
"I got you Hammer 4 hang on."
"...NO GOOD HE'S GOT TONE..."
"Punch out Deep pun..."

"Charlie Foxtrot Whiskey, you are clear for departure."
Her heart was racing as the little Cessna hurtled down the runway, and into the air. It was hers all hers! No parent or instructor sitting beside her, just her alone flying.

"Ms. Hickok, search teams found the wreckage of your parent's plane...I'm so sorry, there were no survivors."

"I know it sounds corney, but that was...amazing."
"I am pretty good aren't I?"
"Well, let's see how round two goes."


A corner of Sam's mouth twitched with a smile when her restless mind finally began to settle. The first night she and Max slept together began to play, in great detail.
 

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After a few more moments and a few sips, Coup got up from the bar stool and headed back to his quarters. He wondered what tomorrow held for them, let alone the unforeseeable future. He passed by a few lingering pilots as he made his way inside. He sat himself down on the bunk and quickly his eyes closed. He laid himself on the cot and the sleep carried him away.