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MAYDAY! MAYDAY! I have one on my tail, fron rocked the plane too and fro and pulled hard on the yoke bringing the jet into a sharp ascent, as the giant winged deamon tryed to crab the jets tail missing but a good few metres, it beat its giant bat like wings in a attempt to catch up with its quarry, fron grit his teeth as he felt the g-forces, he was not going to let himself pass out...not now...hes wingmen were counting on him....
Fron was only a young kobold, he had not long had his wings before the was sent to the front lines to combat morganas forces, U.R.A.F needed all the good pilots it could get, he was given one of the new KA-67 Fighters, or as the pilots called it "The Dragon", it represent the very pinnicle of fighter design, its shape and armour were worked on for years buy the best dwarfan scientists, the twin engines were developed at Avalon labs research base the largest and best facilty of its kind, and the weapons were enchanced by the most powerful hiberinan magic and it was the Dragon was the first aircraft of its kind to have a magical shield protecting it.
1500 ft..........1700 ft........2000ft.......Fron took a chance and leveled off, as he had predicted the deamon had stopped following him, and he swung his Dragon around to return to the fight, his wingmen looked almost like ants being chased by bats in the sky, his squadran were ment to bomb one of morganas summoning rings, but they were abushed on the way buy these infernal beings, and 2 of the 8 aircraft had been destroyed.......3......it was 3 now.....frons heart sank as he saw a deamon tear one of the Dragons apart, fron had only had two weeks to get to know his wingmen, but he already felt a attachment to these men and women who flew at his side....he squint his eyes to look for a ejector seat....there was none....the pilot dint even have the chance....suddenly fron was filled with rage, as if Modi or Bogdar had taken over his body and was using him as a instrument of devine wrath, as he entered range, he locked on his missles, one of the deamons saw him approch and flew towards him, fron swore in Koblodese and launched two missiles directly at foul being, they streaked ahead leaving long smoke trails behind them, like a wizards firebolt on a cold day, KABOOM! the deamon split in half as the missiles hit his torso and fron watched with satisfaction as it fell towards the grount, its wings flapping franticly as it died.
This is Sailsbury Airfield to "Sky knights" come in....
This is Sailsbury Airfield to "Sky knights" come in....
This is fron! *CRACKLE* ambushed by dea*CRACKLE* 3 planes down we have lost our wing leader *CRACKLE* there is 6 of them by there bigger than than the standard winge*CRACKLE*.........
This is Sailsbury Airfield to Fron come in....
Are you there son?...........
Sunddely there was a booming echoing female voice over the radio
YOU WILL NOT COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR KNIGHTS, THERE SOULS WILL BE MINE FOR ATTEMPTING TO INTERFERE WITH MY PLANS!...........
The control room fell silent...it was morganas voice....all the radios went dead....no one said anything....they just waited
ARGH! cried fron as a giant claw slashed at his left wing leaving three massive long gashes in it, they had gone straight through, you could see sky through them, fron tested the controls, everything seemed ok, flaps worked, now back to the matter at hand, he had only 2 missiles left and barely and bullets left is his cannons....only four planes were left now including him....there were three deamons left, but it had taken four planes to kill 3 deamons, both sides had lost half of there orginal number, the four remaining Dragons had very few missles left, the bombs were useless and they had all been using there cannons to conserve missiles, not that bullets bothered deamons much, they more or less bounced right off, suddenly one of the Dragons exploded without warning...
"Dammit!" came a voice of the radio, "they must have hit Jonnys fuel tank with those blasted claws!"
"We can mourn our fallen later" said another voice, "we have to focus on....ARGHHHH"
Fron looked up in horror as a deamon tore off the canopy of one of the Dragons and plucked out its pilot and swallowed him hole.
Thats it its over.......fron thought.....im going to die....
Suddenly, white streaks came down from the overhead clouds and two of the deamons were blown out of the sky all in the space of a few seconds, then from those very same clouds came four blue coloured Jets at high speed, H-17s the U.R.A.F's standard fighter, the blue colour and guild markings showed they were of midgard orgin, as the Jets flew past fron the last of the deamons began to fly away, fron frowned, pushed forward hard on the throttle and chased the deamon, it began doing the same rocking maneuver that fron had done just 5 minutes before, but it could not fool the targetting computer, fron gave off a cry of victory as his last two missiles slammed into the deamons back and it fell, flaming and smoking to the ground.
Fron breathed heavily into his oxygen mask as the rage began to fade, and the four middie jets came up beside him.
"We were monitering your radio chatter and thought you could use some help" said a troll voice over the radio, "thanks you" replied fron, "were is the rest of your wing?" said the voice, "gone" said fron, "im sorry" he replied "we got here as fast as we could, "what is your misson?" said a lurikeen voice, "dont ask him that" said a voice with a scottish accent "also mate can you contact your ground control?", "no i cant get through" said fron, "ya it died for us as well" said the lurikeen voice, "im on my way to bomb one of morganas summoning rings" fron said, "well you better turn back" said the troll voice, "besides we all better get back to base to get new orders, all things considered". "what do you mean?" asked fron, "you havent heard?" said a voice with a unplacable accent, "no whats going on" asked fron, "morgana opened up Darkness Falls", "but the entrances are buried under miles of rock and concrete for all realms!" fron said, "yes we know, so she just created a new one, Agramon has been completely overrun with infernal beings", "by the gods...." said fron.
Mean while all over the three realms, hundreds of nuclear missiles were made ready for launch....
Three kings sat at a small wooden table looking at a map in deathly silence....
Three realms, the wars of the dark ages long forgotten, stood united against evil........
1500 years of war was about to end one way or the other....
And all fron wanted was to be back in mularn chopping wood
Ya i know the spelling is proboly screwed but its late here, wow and it tured out to be a lot longer than i though it was going to be, anywho coming tommrow, Camelot: End Game.
Fron was only a young kobold, he had not long had his wings before the was sent to the front lines to combat morganas forces, U.R.A.F needed all the good pilots it could get, he was given one of the new KA-67 Fighters, or as the pilots called it "The Dragon", it represent the very pinnicle of fighter design, its shape and armour were worked on for years buy the best dwarfan scientists, the twin engines were developed at Avalon labs research base the largest and best facilty of its kind, and the weapons were enchanced by the most powerful hiberinan magic and it was the Dragon was the first aircraft of its kind to have a magical shield protecting it.
1500 ft..........1700 ft........2000ft.......Fron took a chance and leveled off, as he had predicted the deamon had stopped following him, and he swung his Dragon around to return to the fight, his wingmen looked almost like ants being chased by bats in the sky, his squadran were ment to bomb one of morganas summoning rings, but they were abushed on the way buy these infernal beings, and 2 of the 8 aircraft had been destroyed.......3......it was 3 now.....frons heart sank as he saw a deamon tear one of the Dragons apart, fron had only had two weeks to get to know his wingmen, but he already felt a attachment to these men and women who flew at his side....he squint his eyes to look for a ejector seat....there was none....the pilot dint even have the chance....suddenly fron was filled with rage, as if Modi or Bogdar had taken over his body and was using him as a instrument of devine wrath, as he entered range, he locked on his missles, one of the deamons saw him approch and flew towards him, fron swore in Koblodese and launched two missiles directly at foul being, they streaked ahead leaving long smoke trails behind them, like a wizards firebolt on a cold day, KABOOM! the deamon split in half as the missiles hit his torso and fron watched with satisfaction as it fell towards the grount, its wings flapping franticly as it died.
This is Sailsbury Airfield to "Sky knights" come in....
This is Sailsbury Airfield to "Sky knights" come in....
This is fron! *CRACKLE* ambushed by dea*CRACKLE* 3 planes down we have lost our wing leader *CRACKLE* there is 6 of them by there bigger than than the standard winge*CRACKLE*.........
This is Sailsbury Airfield to Fron come in....
Are you there son?...........
Sunddely there was a booming echoing female voice over the radio
YOU WILL NOT COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR KNIGHTS, THERE SOULS WILL BE MINE FOR ATTEMPTING TO INTERFERE WITH MY PLANS!...........
The control room fell silent...it was morganas voice....all the radios went dead....no one said anything....they just waited
ARGH! cried fron as a giant claw slashed at his left wing leaving three massive long gashes in it, they had gone straight through, you could see sky through them, fron tested the controls, everything seemed ok, flaps worked, now back to the matter at hand, he had only 2 missiles left and barely and bullets left is his cannons....only four planes were left now including him....there were three deamons left, but it had taken four planes to kill 3 deamons, both sides had lost half of there orginal number, the four remaining Dragons had very few missles left, the bombs were useless and they had all been using there cannons to conserve missiles, not that bullets bothered deamons much, they more or less bounced right off, suddenly one of the Dragons exploded without warning...
"Dammit!" came a voice of the radio, "they must have hit Jonnys fuel tank with those blasted claws!"
"We can mourn our fallen later" said another voice, "we have to focus on....ARGHHHH"
Fron looked up in horror as a deamon tore off the canopy of one of the Dragons and plucked out its pilot and swallowed him hole.
Thats it its over.......fron thought.....im going to die....
Suddenly, white streaks came down from the overhead clouds and two of the deamons were blown out of the sky all in the space of a few seconds, then from those very same clouds came four blue coloured Jets at high speed, H-17s the U.R.A.F's standard fighter, the blue colour and guild markings showed they were of midgard orgin, as the Jets flew past fron the last of the deamons began to fly away, fron frowned, pushed forward hard on the throttle and chased the deamon, it began doing the same rocking maneuver that fron had done just 5 minutes before, but it could not fool the targetting computer, fron gave off a cry of victory as his last two missiles slammed into the deamons back and it fell, flaming and smoking to the ground.
Fron breathed heavily into his oxygen mask as the rage began to fade, and the four middie jets came up beside him.
"We were monitering your radio chatter and thought you could use some help" said a troll voice over the radio, "thanks you" replied fron, "were is the rest of your wing?" said the voice, "gone" said fron, "im sorry" he replied "we got here as fast as we could, "what is your misson?" said a lurikeen voice, "dont ask him that" said a voice with a scottish accent "also mate can you contact your ground control?", "no i cant get through" said fron, "ya it died for us as well" said the lurikeen voice, "im on my way to bomb one of morganas summoning rings" fron said, "well you better turn back" said the troll voice, "besides we all better get back to base to get new orders, all things considered". "what do you mean?" asked fron, "you havent heard?" said a voice with a unplacable accent, "no whats going on" asked fron, "morgana opened up Darkness Falls", "but the entrances are buried under miles of rock and concrete for all realms!" fron said, "yes we know, so she just created a new one, Agramon has been completely overrun with infernal beings", "by the gods...." said fron.
Mean while all over the three realms, hundreds of nuclear missiles were made ready for launch....
Three kings sat at a small wooden table looking at a map in deathly silence....
Three realms, the wars of the dark ages long forgotten, stood united against evil........
1500 years of war was about to end one way or the other....
And all fron wanted was to be back in mularn chopping wood
Ya i know the spelling is proboly screwed but its late here, wow and it tured out to be a lot longer than i though it was going to be, anywho coming tommrow, Camelot: End Game.
