Fall Short
The Battle of Britain was almost won. I was rapidly gaining kills, and heads started to turn in my direction. I felt no different, except more experienced, but I had made it to the top. Revolution was the fleet newspapers wrote about all the time, about our accomplishments and the pilots. We were actually gaining so much popularity; we were grounded, for our deaths would surely bring morale down. Many of us disagreed about this because the Battle of Britain was very close to a finish, and we had to crush them before they grew in force. Nevertheless we were sent on a propaganda tour, to recruit new pilots for the war. Well the higher scorers were sent on the tour, while the newer pilots fought it out. It was a tour with Lion, JapanYoshiki, Kapi, Pig, Bujias, ComingChaos, GJF, Maduro, Esperanca and me. All of them had fought together for a long time, so I was the odd guy out, but they all were friendly with me.
We had finally arrived in Berlin, and waiting for us was a whole crowd of people! They shook our hands, slapped our backs, gave us gifts, it was a wonderful feeling of acceptance. Also I got news I was being awarded the Knight’s Cross. Everyone else in our group had one so they knew it was a big deal. The first thing everyone did was get into a bar and celebrate. Everyone was having a great time and I was the centre of attention for the first time, because I was being awarded. I got my pay, which then everyone abused and tabbed everything on me, and it was soon gone. Everyone was exhausted and we went to our hotel. I shared a room with Bujias and Pig. I was closest to them of all the fleet, my brothers in arms. There is something about war that bonds a friendship better than anything else could.
“Hey King, you have a sweetheart?” Bujias asked out of the blue.
“No, why?” I asked.
“Pig?” Bujias asked.
“Yes, she’s special to me.” Pig said.
“Let me see a picture.” Bujias said.
Pig tossed him a picture in his wallet.
“Wow, she is beautiful.” Bujias said as he passed me the picture.
“Yeah, she is,” I confirmed as I saw a beautiful brunette in the picture, “Bujias you have one?”
“One? Hahaha…” Bujias laughed as he pulled out a handful of pictures.
“Your sick.” I said disgusted.
“Your just jealous because I am more handsome than you are!” Bujias boasted.
“You have a big nose and your eyes are too close together!” I spat at him; I was exaggerating, just trying to get under his skin.
“Why you rich brat…” Bujias said and jumped at me.
A wrestling match happened and we broke the bed and a lamp. GJF showed at our door.
“When the dog pup and fox cub play together, it is a good omen, but please…just quiet it down, or I will whip you both.” GJF said rather calmly.
Me, Pig, and Bujias laughed and we went to sleep as soon as he left.
Pig and Bujias were already dressed and ready to go out, but a bad habit I had was waking up extremely late. Suddenly I remembered…I was receiving the Knight’s cross today! I rushed to the showers and everyone I passed just smiled and laughed. We left for HQ later that day. In the pre-ceremony I had gotten to meet some other well known pilots, Zyrus, Leviathan, and the jewel of Germany, Chinko. First of all, Chinko was a she, and she was the best skilled flyer I met, and a diligent student of warfare. We just shared pleasantries and I could tell everyone in the room respected her; she had an air of power around her. Leviathan was a happy fellow, and Zyrus was kind, but had a dark past with the enemy. It was my turn to receive the award and Canuck, proudly stuck it on my uniform. There was a light mood about the celebration and everyone shook my hand and slapped my back. When the war is going well, everyone can relax and be happy.
“Fly safe King, you have a bright future.” Canuck told me.
“Sounds good to me, sir.” I replied.
“We are all to head back to the front soon, this front is almost done for, next we turn on thoseRussians, who are secretly building in force behind our backs!” Canuck said.
We had toured the big cities, and lots of young men signed up for the war. There was an extremely gifted mechanic we had run into; his name was Black Knight, or BK for short. BK joined Revolution, he was a great mechanic, but he had a knack for flying as well, great things were destined for him. Soon it was back to the front for Revolution. I was getting used to the peace and calmness of the city. We were to fly as fighter escorts for the bombers now, no more air superiority missions. I flew my first mission over London for the first time in a while.
I flew with Pig, GJF and Bujias as fighter escorts; we were entrusted with a group of stukas. I brought my pistol along as well as usual. We were to follow the bombers and shoot down whatever fighters we found. I had thought it was a simple raid mission on an airfield, but soon similar groups like ours began to group up, and we had a massive formation of bombers and fighter escorts. We were flying for the heart of England, London!
“Hey, what do you think is happening here?” I asked.
“No idea looks like the bombers are used to it though.” Pig replied.
“Maybe we are going for their factories?” Bujias thought aloud.
“Keep your eyes peeled boys,” GJF simply said, “We will be the ones getting jumped today.”
About 5 minutes later I realized what was happening. The bombers started to drop their bombs indiscriminately on non-military or industrial buildings!
“Are those your targets? Stop dropping your bombs!” I yelled over the radio.
“We are just following orders.” A bomber replied.
“Those people have nothing to do with the war! Where are these orders coming from?” Bujias asked as well.
I had thought there was a limit on the monstrosity of war, some sort of unwritten code that made things like this a rule not to do. Had we really stooped that low? I watched from above as helpless civilians were being bombed. Behind every home was a family, a history, a life savings. They were being washed by bombs and erased from existence.
That is when we were hit hard. Spitfires came racing out of the clouds! We took immediate action, but the bombers were to slow and some were shot down. I tailed one instinctively and it was an easy kill, as the pilot had no idea what hit him. I risked a look around and saw Pig being tailed by a Spitfire, with the initials RM. He was being tailed extremely closely, about 90 metres. I quickly rushed to his aid, Pig saw me and we were going to pull the manoeuvre we always did. Give the stalker an opening and then I was to line him up easily. This was a perfect plan, but it backfired today. Pig gave the opening, but as he did, he was far too high in altitude, Pig stalled! The spitfire open fired and Pig’s bottom half of his plane burst into fire. I got my opening as the RM plane stalled as well and poured lead into the plane as it exploded.
“Pig! Are you there?” I yelled into the radio.
“King my plane she is not going to make it…” Pig replied softly.
“Bail out Pig! It is your only choice!” I begged.
“The parachute…it is on fire, it won’t work!” He said worriedly.
“Pig follow me I will guide you to the shoreline bail into the channel!” I said.
“I am burning King! I have to tell you something important, in our room go to my drawer, there is a secret compartment within it, tell her I love her.” Pig said.
“Pig you are going to come home!” I was sobbing inside the cockpit.
“Farewell my friend, fly safe, keep your loved ones close, don’t fall short like I did.” Pig said.
There was a gunshot from the radio, I winced and watched Pig’s plane go out of control and spiral into the ground into a gut-wrenching explosion. Me, Bujias, and GJF flew back in silence. Pig had been popular among the airmen and they fell quiet in respect for his death. Pig was one of three aces killed that day. Esperanca and Kapi had been shot down in similar raids; these commands were getting great airmen killed! I realized the war has not been going perfectly our way after all, the propaganda just made it seem that way. The public had no idea what was going on. We had learned of the three that shot down our aces. Richsman, Wolfman, and the golden spitfire flier, Paragon. I angrily punched my wall and my knuckles started to bleed. I looked in the drawer, I found two things. An expensive ring and a letter that read:
“Dear Sophia,
If you are reading this I am dead, I am sorry I did not ask you before, I was much too afraid of being rejected, do not grieve of my death too much, continue your life, sell this ring and you can surely sustain your family for the rest of the war, is it too strange right now if I said, I love you?”
-Your friend, Pig.
I stayed up the whole night, revaluating my life, the rules of honour I held so dearly, times have changed.
NOTE: This story was based on players leaving the game (death), also I am going to slow down a bit because of homework and such.
Zyrus has me included in his story series soon so I do not want to contradict his story so I will wait until he releases an Eastern front story, then I will move there as well =)
The Battle of Britain was almost won. I was rapidly gaining kills, and heads started to turn in my direction. I felt no different, except more experienced, but I had made it to the top. Revolution was the fleet newspapers wrote about all the time, about our accomplishments and the pilots. We were actually gaining so much popularity; we were grounded, for our deaths would surely bring morale down. Many of us disagreed about this because the Battle of Britain was very close to a finish, and we had to crush them before they grew in force. Nevertheless we were sent on a propaganda tour, to recruit new pilots for the war. Well the higher scorers were sent on the tour, while the newer pilots fought it out. It was a tour with Lion, JapanYoshiki, Kapi, Pig, Bujias, ComingChaos, GJF, Maduro, Esperanca and me. All of them had fought together for a long time, so I was the odd guy out, but they all were friendly with me.
We had finally arrived in Berlin, and waiting for us was a whole crowd of people! They shook our hands, slapped our backs, gave us gifts, it was a wonderful feeling of acceptance. Also I got news I was being awarded the Knight’s Cross. Everyone else in our group had one so they knew it was a big deal. The first thing everyone did was get into a bar and celebrate. Everyone was having a great time and I was the centre of attention for the first time, because I was being awarded. I got my pay, which then everyone abused and tabbed everything on me, and it was soon gone. Everyone was exhausted and we went to our hotel. I shared a room with Bujias and Pig. I was closest to them of all the fleet, my brothers in arms. There is something about war that bonds a friendship better than anything else could.
“Hey King, you have a sweetheart?” Bujias asked out of the blue.
“No, why?” I asked.
“Pig?” Bujias asked.
“Yes, she’s special to me.” Pig said.
“Let me see a picture.” Bujias said.
Pig tossed him a picture in his wallet.
“Wow, she is beautiful.” Bujias said as he passed me the picture.
“Yeah, she is,” I confirmed as I saw a beautiful brunette in the picture, “Bujias you have one?”
“One? Hahaha…” Bujias laughed as he pulled out a handful of pictures.
“Your sick.” I said disgusted.
“Your just jealous because I am more handsome than you are!” Bujias boasted.
“You have a big nose and your eyes are too close together!” I spat at him; I was exaggerating, just trying to get under his skin.
“Why you rich brat…” Bujias said and jumped at me.
A wrestling match happened and we broke the bed and a lamp. GJF showed at our door.
“When the dog pup and fox cub play together, it is a good omen, but please…just quiet it down, or I will whip you both.” GJF said rather calmly.
Me, Pig, and Bujias laughed and we went to sleep as soon as he left.
Pig and Bujias were already dressed and ready to go out, but a bad habit I had was waking up extremely late. Suddenly I remembered…I was receiving the Knight’s cross today! I rushed to the showers and everyone I passed just smiled and laughed. We left for HQ later that day. In the pre-ceremony I had gotten to meet some other well known pilots, Zyrus, Leviathan, and the jewel of Germany, Chinko. First of all, Chinko was a she, and she was the best skilled flyer I met, and a diligent student of warfare. We just shared pleasantries and I could tell everyone in the room respected her; she had an air of power around her. Leviathan was a happy fellow, and Zyrus was kind, but had a dark past with the enemy. It was my turn to receive the award and Canuck, proudly stuck it on my uniform. There was a light mood about the celebration and everyone shook my hand and slapped my back. When the war is going well, everyone can relax and be happy.
“Fly safe King, you have a bright future.” Canuck told me.
“Sounds good to me, sir.” I replied.
“We are all to head back to the front soon, this front is almost done for, next we turn on thoseRussians, who are secretly building in force behind our backs!” Canuck said.
We had toured the big cities, and lots of young men signed up for the war. There was an extremely gifted mechanic we had run into; his name was Black Knight, or BK for short. BK joined Revolution, he was a great mechanic, but he had a knack for flying as well, great things were destined for him. Soon it was back to the front for Revolution. I was getting used to the peace and calmness of the city. We were to fly as fighter escorts for the bombers now, no more air superiority missions. I flew my first mission over London for the first time in a while.
I flew with Pig, GJF and Bujias as fighter escorts; we were entrusted with a group of stukas. I brought my pistol along as well as usual. We were to follow the bombers and shoot down whatever fighters we found. I had thought it was a simple raid mission on an airfield, but soon similar groups like ours began to group up, and we had a massive formation of bombers and fighter escorts. We were flying for the heart of England, London!
“Hey, what do you think is happening here?” I asked.
“No idea looks like the bombers are used to it though.” Pig replied.
“Maybe we are going for their factories?” Bujias thought aloud.
“Keep your eyes peeled boys,” GJF simply said, “We will be the ones getting jumped today.”
About 5 minutes later I realized what was happening. The bombers started to drop their bombs indiscriminately on non-military or industrial buildings!
“Are those your targets? Stop dropping your bombs!” I yelled over the radio.
“We are just following orders.” A bomber replied.
“Those people have nothing to do with the war! Where are these orders coming from?” Bujias asked as well.
I had thought there was a limit on the monstrosity of war, some sort of unwritten code that made things like this a rule not to do. Had we really stooped that low? I watched from above as helpless civilians were being bombed. Behind every home was a family, a history, a life savings. They were being washed by bombs and erased from existence.
That is when we were hit hard. Spitfires came racing out of the clouds! We took immediate action, but the bombers were to slow and some were shot down. I tailed one instinctively and it was an easy kill, as the pilot had no idea what hit him. I risked a look around and saw Pig being tailed by a Spitfire, with the initials RM. He was being tailed extremely closely, about 90 metres. I quickly rushed to his aid, Pig saw me and we were going to pull the manoeuvre we always did. Give the stalker an opening and then I was to line him up easily. This was a perfect plan, but it backfired today. Pig gave the opening, but as he did, he was far too high in altitude, Pig stalled! The spitfire open fired and Pig’s bottom half of his plane burst into fire. I got my opening as the RM plane stalled as well and poured lead into the plane as it exploded.
“Pig! Are you there?” I yelled into the radio.
“King my plane she is not going to make it…” Pig replied softly.
“Bail out Pig! It is your only choice!” I begged.
“The parachute…it is on fire, it won’t work!” He said worriedly.
“Pig follow me I will guide you to the shoreline bail into the channel!” I said.
“I am burning King! I have to tell you something important, in our room go to my drawer, there is a secret compartment within it, tell her I love her.” Pig said.
“Pig you are going to come home!” I was sobbing inside the cockpit.
“Farewell my friend, fly safe, keep your loved ones close, don’t fall short like I did.” Pig said.
There was a gunshot from the radio, I winced and watched Pig’s plane go out of control and spiral into the ground into a gut-wrenching explosion. Me, Bujias, and GJF flew back in silence. Pig had been popular among the airmen and they fell quiet in respect for his death. Pig was one of three aces killed that day. Esperanca and Kapi had been shot down in similar raids; these commands were getting great airmen killed! I realized the war has not been going perfectly our way after all, the propaganda just made it seem that way. The public had no idea what was going on. We had learned of the three that shot down our aces. Richsman, Wolfman, and the golden spitfire flier, Paragon. I angrily punched my wall and my knuckles started to bleed. I looked in the drawer, I found two things. An expensive ring and a letter that read:
“Dear Sophia,
If you are reading this I am dead, I am sorry I did not ask you before, I was much too afraid of being rejected, do not grieve of my death too much, continue your life, sell this ring and you can surely sustain your family for the rest of the war, is it too strange right now if I said, I love you?”
-Your friend, Pig.
I stayed up the whole night, revaluating my life, the rules of honour I held so dearly, times have changed.
NOTE: This story was based on players leaving the game (death), also I am going to slow down a bit because of homework and such.
Zyrus has me included in his story series soon so I do not want to contradict his story so I will wait until he releases an Eastern front story, then I will move there as well =)
