The Flights Of 7645PB

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb stepped out from his jeep. The driver parked it as he walked off. The beige stallion surveyed the airfield. It was barren, likely due to the lack of supplies. Green crews were being moved back and forth. He pulled out the slip of paper that would tell him where to go. A small barracks where his crew would be. He moved towards it.

 

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Traveller stood at attention. He had been the first to rise, excited for the new plane. He'd finally get to fly. He shook the others out. 'Hey, wake up! We got a plane!'

[Nuclear Neurotic 56]

Nuclear groaned, pulling the blanket off herself as she sat up on her bunk. "I really need to work on my sleeping schedule...." she muttered, stretching and popping her back. She sighed in relief before an excited smile on her face.

After making her bunk to the best of her ability she rummaged through her own locker, making sure all her belongings were in place and locked up.

 

'Alrighty~! Let's do this~!' she thought, shutting her locker and trotting outside.

When she was accepted into this crew her heart nearly exploded with happiness. She was fully aware of the dangers but that wasn't gonna squash her current mood.

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb approached the barracks. It was a fairly standard bunk, however he could hear movement inside. Typical. They hadn't gotten ready early. He burst into the building. 'Rule number one, things never come on time.' He yelled as he gave a quick survey to his team. A stallion, two mares, and one other. But where was he or she?

 

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Traveller chuckled. 'I wanted to be up early. We might get a mission today.' He said as he looked into his neat locker, organized the day before. He pulled out a small knife, it's blade shining. He jumped at the sound of the officer bursting in. He turned around and saluted, his cap flying off at the sudden movement and jump.

[Nuclear Neurotic 56]

Nuclear was startled and jumped a little, almost having went outside, but was surprised by Night Comb's appearance. "Oh, good morning, sir!" she greeted, awkwardly saluting Night Comb as she was still somewhat tired. "How are you?" Nuclear asked, trying not to yawn.

[Delernil 952]

"And things never go as planned." I add as I salute the officer, "We're missing a pony, not sure where they're." I look over the officer standing in the doorway. I hope he's not one of those "go by the rule book 24/7" kinda ponies. That didn't go well last time...

 

I try to hold back a smile as the mare was surprised by the sudden appearance of the officer, but it's a bit too obvious.

 

@@Nuclear Neurotic

 

Night Comb smiled. 'Glad to see I'm not the only veteran around here. I'm Night Comb, it's a pleasure to be flying with you.' He greeted as he looked around. The bunk was fairly neat, however some of the lockers were messy. He'd let it slip. 'Now come on. We need to find our fifth.' He sighed as he walked out.

 

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Traveller smiled and followed him out the door. Finally a chance to get missions!

[Nuclear Neurotic 56]

"Yes, sir!" said Nuclear, following Night Comb out of the barrack. "I'm not sure who this fifth pony is....what position is he/she?" the mare inquired, trotting behind the others. 'Hm....I wonder what kind of missions are we going to get...?' she mused to herself. 'Well it's a plane sooo....'

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb checked the slip of paper that had most of the information on it. 'Doesnt say. All I know is our plane number and your barracks. Guess we have to find him...' He mumbled as he slipped it back into his pocket. 'Suppose we should check around the bars first. I've found a member or two around there.'

 

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Traveller shifted uncomfortably. He realized he hadn't even noticed the other member before Night Comb mentioned him.

[longgone 873]

Golden Age walked up to whom he assumed to be his crew, as they were the only ponies up as such a time. He did so with a hint of embarrassment he hoped was not showing.

"Please do forgive me, gentecolts" He said. "Had a tad bit of trouble finding the correct barrack."

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb stared in disapproval before chuckling. 'Well, hopefully you don't have the same trouble with our plane. We need you.' He said with a grin. 'Anyway, I'm Night Comb. Pilot and officer here. What's your position? Actually, what're all your positions?' He asked as he looked around the group.

 

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Traveller saluted. 'Bubble gunner and mechanic, sir.' He said proudly.

[longgone 873]

The grey pony saluted smartly at his now apparent CO. "Tail gunner, sir"

 

He took the liberty to briefly look over his superior. He thought him to be a decent one, at least appearance-wise. He couldn't say such about his personality however, for what pony possesses such power to predict one's character based upon such little conversation?

"And if you care to know, sir," he added. "T'names Golden Age."

 

[Delernil 952]

'Well Golden, it's a pleasure to meet and fly with you.' Night Comb greeted as he scanned him over. He looked fairly decent. It would do.

 

'Go retrieve your equipment. I was told we are going on a recon mission soon. Simple in and out. That goes for all of you.' He ordered, waving his hoof.

Edited February 11, 2014 by Delernil

[longgone 873]

"In conflict with one of the many inconveniences of life" he said to the pony who asked him.

 

He saluted Nightcomb and walked into the barracks to quickly set his stuff down at his assigned bunk and prepare himself as quickly as he could.

I do wonder what future holds for me during this he thought to himself.

Edited February 11, 2014 by Erika Itsumi (~HI~)

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb nodded. 'Everything is on here. Plane number and barracks.' He read as he read the number.

 

'Seven-six-four-five-Papa-Bravo.' He read aloud before putting the slip back. 'Thats out plane. We should go find it.' He suggested as he pointed towards a group of bombers. He could see a few numbers that matched up, but closer inspection was needed.

[longgone 873]

Golden Age finished up and walked in a fast pace to catch up with the others who were trying to locate their plane.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiousness envelop him looking at the planes lined up. He wasn't exactly excited to step into a flying deathtrap.

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb scanned the planes.

 

1243BG...1534GF...ah!

 

7645PB. Their plane. He had a huge grin as he climbed in the beast. It was a medium sized bomber, large enough for some mobility. He moved himself inside of it.

 

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Traveller stared in awe at the thing. He was overcome with joy. He finally had a plane. He crawled in after Night Comb and took his place in the bubble, checking it out.

[longgone 873]

Golden Age looked at the machine with a sense of fright. He noticed it was a twin engine type. Celestia bless him.

 

Nonetheless, he felt he should at least try to get accustomed to his new ride, thus he hopped in and went to the tail section. 

The tail gun looked pretty decent. Two .50 caliber machine guns were always welcomed by him.

[Nuclear Neurotic 56]

Nuclear managed to catch up with the rest of the group and grinned, seeing the bomber. "Ohohohohohohoho~" the mare giggled excitedly running a hoof along the metal side.

 

@@Concep,

She looked at Con and laughed, climbing inside the plane. "Oh wow." whispered Nuclear, scanning over different controls before find her nose gunner position. "Oooooh, lovely."

[Delernil 952]

'Im not familiar with the crews around here. I did a lot of my service up north and at training bases.' Night replied as he looked over the controls. 'Yeah, the plane seems to be fueled.' He observed as he turned around. 'Gun check!' He yelled down the planes interior.

 

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Traveller checked the large machine guns in the bubble. They were filled. He had a huge smile as he answered back. 'Check!'

[Nuclear Neurotic 56]

Nuclear looked her guns over and smiled, seeing that they were filled and in good condition. She turned her head towards Night. "Check! Everything looks good over here!"

'Impressive artillery....' Nuclear mused, a smiled tugging at her mouth. 'Kinda sad that it's a weapon of war...'

 

@@Delernil,

She turned around again to Night. "Ive done basic training, in addition to my own research and expert knowledge in bombs." Nuclear smiled back at her radioactive symbol cutie mark.

[longgone 873]

"Check!" Golden Age shouted from the rear. 

 

He focused his attention back to the gun before him, and then to the plane's interior. It certainly seemed bigger on the inside in his opinion. He didn't fear the upcoming take off. He actually looked forward to flying. He wasn't necessarily scared of heights, he was simply scared of something happening at a great height.

[Delernil 952]

Night Comb awaited clearance for taxi and takeoff. A minute passed and the request came through. He had a huge smile as he fired up the plane, it's engines sputtering to life. It crawled away from the hangar it was parked in and followed a set of signs to the runway. 'Any words before we go?' He said over the engines as he prepared to roll down the runway and take off.

 

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Traveller laughed as the hangar above him slowly let light onto his bubble. It was amazing. He heard the pilots question. He just smiled as he looked around from the top of the plane.

[Delernil 952]

Traveller pushed the throttle forward slowly. The plane sped up down the runway. He pulled back gradually as the plane neared the edge. The bomber lifted off the ground and slowly climbed up into the air. Minutes later, they were at 20,000 feet. He smiled. 'We did it.'

 

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Traveller laughed as they took off. He watched his view slowly turn into nothing but sky. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He rotated the turret as he searched the sky.

[Delernil 952]

Travelled nodded. 'Seems all the best flyers are being sent to fighters. Shame really. Green crews being shoved onto untested bombers to go get shot down.' He said as he looked over at the castle. He banked right and turned around, heading towards Griffon territory.

 

'I was requested for a recon mission, like I said. We should be there in a while.' He explained. He called back to the nose gunner.

@@Nuclear Neurotic

'Hey, you have the cam on the front. Take the pictures when we get over.' He said before turning back to his co-pilot.

 

'Cant even get a decent installed camera. We had to rig this one up.'

[longgone 873]

Golden Age looked through the windows in the tail turret. He imagined the tail fin being directly above him. He knew if he let it get shot off, the plane would most certainly become uncontrollable. He placed his hooves on the two handles on the .50 cal and attempted to get a feel for it.

 

Celestia bless his accuracy should it be tested.

 

"How many rounds to these guns usually come with!?" He yelled through the fuselage.

[longgone 873]

@@Delernil

"Supplies are low nowadays, shame. Or the brass is too worried about their best units and leaves the underrated units with little to no supplies," I let out a sigh afterwards and check the sky for any signs of bogies. 

 

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Through the com system in my mask, "Usually 500 rounds for both of the guns. Usually, there's some extra boxes up here, but we're just on a recon mission so there was no "need" for extras." 

 

((A B-25 had a twin-tail fin. So you're basically situated between the two fins ))

"In all me years in the Army sir," Golden Age responded, "Never have I seen a recon mission prove to be what it was intended to be. There's always some bastard, be it us or them, who gets in the way and creates a conflict. Fate is never kind to the ignorant"

 

((I keep imagining a tiny B-17 for some reason XP))