His ears rang of the blaring beeps and warnings that lit his dashboard, his readings were off the charts, his dials bursting.. both his engines had blown, and with that he began going down in a cast of black smoke. "Control this is Red leader..! Control do you copy?!" Static blared from the line.. no response. "Can anyone read me?! I’ve taken fire off the port side..! Both Engine one and Engine two are gone and im losin’ altitude!" Another boom of destruction clashed against his ear.. his wing had ripped off during his on going dive. "Enemy craft broke eastward through the cloud bank! No longer in pursuit of the enemy, I repeat..! I.. I am no longer in pursuit of the enemy craft!"
The heavy pattering of rain hit his windshields like the shells of bullets, he was going down and he couldn’t even warn his squadron, had they even heard him? Was it possible it was just his side that was down? Logic had made a fleeting exit, and the birth of hope began to bloom in his panic.. a useless thing.. he wouldn’t find out even if such a thing had come to pass.
His plane was diving head first into a thicket of trees towering beneath him, much taller than the ones he’d see in his neighborhood as a child, or even on base. He wondered if he could ever climb that high, perhaps if he’d taken a different occupation.. a different road in life.. perhaps he’d be somewhere else.. somewhere else..? Strange what the mind clung to during such an hour. Even in this state he couldn’t think of doing anything other than what he was doing now, this was the life of a pilot.. and the death of one, a fitting one he’d imagine..
The ground rushed towards him.. getting closer so quickly.. he could only death would be the same.. quick.
He was a captain in a war he believed would make things right, a pilot and nothing more, however that was yesterday.. today he was crashing.. today he crashed.. today he died.. or at least that’s what he thought..
His lids would burst open, the alarms of his controls now becoming a faint ringing in his ears, though now they were soon to be replaced with the deafening booms of thunder, though between thunder and the sound of war, there was hardly a difference..
Where was he? He didn’t quite remember his coordinates but he must’ve somehow survived the crash, which meant there was a chance that the enemy was either on their way or already there. He made an attempt to reach for his gun, however for some odd reason his hands couldn’t quite..- wait.. hands? No.. paws.. but that was wrong, he had hands..! Where were his hands?? Maybe he was drugged.. yes that must’ve been the case. Another attempt was made, however this time it was to stand.. yet he couldn’t.. at least not how he wanted to, upright no longer felt right.
His.. paws now clawed into the wet soil beneath his form, while his body grew heavier as if he had on layers of clothing that had become drenched in the rain.. and in some odd way he did.
Everything was so LOUD.. the thunder, the rain, even the grumbling within the ruble around him, it was as if he could feel the earth breathe.. what was wrong with him..?
Confusion, panic and.. well confusion riddled his mind. His breath hitched sharp in throat like shards of glass through a rubber pipe.. Nothing felt right.. Nothing looked right. He was beyond unaware of what was going on, he didn’t know how to fix this problem, nor whether or not this was some kind of ‘split second before death’ mind game. All he could just barely scrape together was that he was no longer dead.. maybe? Okay perhaps there was nothing he had scraped together..
The heavy pattering of rain hit his windshields like the shells of bullets, he was going down and he couldn’t even warn his squadron, had they even heard him? Was it possible it was just his side that was down? Logic had made a fleeting exit, and the birth of hope began to bloom in his panic.. a useless thing.. he wouldn’t find out even if such a thing had come to pass.
His plane was diving head first into a thicket of trees towering beneath him, much taller than the ones he’d see in his neighborhood as a child, or even on base. He wondered if he could ever climb that high, perhaps if he’d taken a different occupation.. a different road in life.. perhaps he’d be somewhere else.. somewhere else..? Strange what the mind clung to during such an hour. Even in this state he couldn’t think of doing anything other than what he was doing now, this was the life of a pilot.. and the death of one, a fitting one he’d imagine..
The ground rushed towards him.. getting closer so quickly.. he could only death would be the same.. quick.
He was a captain in a war he believed would make things right, a pilot and nothing more, however that was yesterday.. today he was crashing.. today he crashed.. today he died.. or at least that’s what he thought..
His lids would burst open, the alarms of his controls now becoming a faint ringing in his ears, though now they were soon to be replaced with the deafening booms of thunder, though between thunder and the sound of war, there was hardly a difference..
Where was he? He didn’t quite remember his coordinates but he must’ve somehow survived the crash, which meant there was a chance that the enemy was either on their way or already there. He made an attempt to reach for his gun, however for some odd reason his hands couldn’t quite..- wait.. hands? No.. paws.. but that was wrong, he had hands..! Where were his hands?? Maybe he was drugged.. yes that must’ve been the case. Another attempt was made, however this time it was to stand.. yet he couldn’t.. at least not how he wanted to, upright no longer felt right.
His.. paws now clawed into the wet soil beneath his form, while his body grew heavier as if he had on layers of clothing that had become drenched in the rain.. and in some odd way he did.
Everything was so LOUD.. the thunder, the rain, even the grumbling within the ruble around him, it was as if he could feel the earth breathe.. what was wrong with him..?
Confusion, panic and.. well confusion riddled his mind. His breath hitched sharp in throat like shards of glass through a rubber pipe.. Nothing felt right.. Nothing looked right. He was beyond unaware of what was going on, he didn’t know how to fix this problem, nor whether or not this was some kind of ‘split second before death’ mind game. All he could just barely scrape together was that he was no longer dead.. maybe? Okay perhaps there was nothing he had scraped together..