Here's a story ive been workin on for a while. it's been through a lot, revisions, cancellations, and now a remake. and now, im hoping i can stick to this and i think ill be able to. please enjoy and hope you like it (it starts off with almost no scifi, but around chapters 3 and up, it gets to be more scifi-ish).
Time Flight: Pilot
There they were. She could see them through her cockpit. A fleet of gleaming enemy ships was heading straight into an unprepared United Nations fleet of sky ships. She flew past the Japanese, the British, and finally the Americans, all guarding the Hawaiian Islands, until she gained a full view of the impossible opposition. Completely outnumbered, outgunned, and outwitted, she still complied with her orders to charge the enemy and engage the fighters.
As Jaclyn Chance noticed her wing of fighters come up on her peripheral vision, she ordered, “form up, Wing One on me. Wings Two and Four, protect the fleet. Three, take flanking positions and fire on my command.”
All wings acknowledged. Her heart pounded faster as the enemy fighters came closer to her wings.
“Tone and locked!”
Jaclyn listened to the voices of her wing and watched her HUD turn red.
“And this will start the very short battle of Hawaii,” she muttered. “I have lock, firing, everyone open fire!”
Tens of missiles soared out toward the enemy fighters, and Jaclyn broke position with her flight. Watching a successful wave of missiles plunge into the enemy, she ordered, “Alright everyone, light ‘em up! Attack fighters only, the sky ships will take care of the rest!”
“Wait, sir, check you three!” called a pilot.
Jaclyn looked to her right and spotted at least twenty enemy heavy fighters. A light flashed and sounded in her cockpit and she looked to her left to see another wing of enemies.
“Flight, this is lead, we’re being zeroed in! All wings maintain flanking positions!” she ordered. Looking at the skyships, she exclaimed, “We need help here! Wings Two and Four, break and attack!
A voice came from the skyships, “acknowledged lead, on our way!”
Fighter after fighter was blown apart. One missile was not enough to destroy one enemy fighter because of its advanced technology. The sky ships also had trouble. It appeared that cannons, explosives, and missiles were no match for lasers, disruptors, and other advanced weaponry.
All Jaclyn could see was fire, and all she could hear were the screams of her fighters. Firing her last missile, she caught an enemy on the port thruster, igniting the rest of the ship in the gallant blaze of red.
Switching to auxiliary cannons, she squeezed the trigger and hoped for the best.
All sky ships were heavily damaged and the life pod bays were emptying extremely fast.
Jaclyn watched helplessly as her weapons depleted and her fighter wings were destroyed.
Jaclyn spoke through her radio, “If anyone’s still alive out there, I’m making a run for it! Join me if you want!”
The leg press seemed all too easy for Rebecca Larson. She must have done it a million times by now. She was a woman of average height, had an athletic body build, and was very attractive.
After finishing her third set on three hundred pounds, Admiral Gregory Wallace appeared on the exercise room’s main viewer.
“Lieutenant, good morning. I’d like you to attend our meeting in the conference room. I’m sure you can get washed up and in uniform in twenty minutes?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied.
The viewer returned to a view of a magical sight of a sunrise over the Rocky Mountains.
Rebecca sighed and she slung her gym bag over her shoulder. “Meetings, meetings…”
“How are you doing on fuel Gerald?” Jaclyn asked.
“I’m just below half. Are you sure there is a sky ship in the Rockies?” Gerald asked.
Jaclyn checked her records, “yes. Admiral Gregory Wallace is in command.”
“Wallace, huh? I heard about this guy. He splashed twelve heavy fighters in under five minutes in the Battle of Los Angeles, right?”
Jaclyn grinned, “Yeah, that’s him. Let’s hope he wont send us somewhere else. I’m looking for some payback against Diron 8 after what just happened over Hawaii.
“As you all know, we just lost Hawaii to the Dironians. That land was vital to the war, providing tactical information from their bases on the moon.
The Dironians have this type of technology we as a world cannot match. How did they develop that technology so quickly once they became a communist nation?” Greg asked.
It was probably isolationism. The world thought it would be just perfect to send all of our convicts to our facilities on Antarctica. They end up rebelling and starting a new nation. Well, now look what it has done to us, he thought.
“Anyway, two survivors from the battle are on their way here to join us. Their names are Lieutenant Commanders Jaclyn Chance and Gerald Andark. They will be arriving very momentarily and I want you all, as a crew, to treat them like they are welcome. They are American soldiers who just escaped unbeatable odds. They are not new to the military, so treat them with respect as if you would if they were here as long as you.”
“Sir?” an officer appeared at the conference room door. “Chance and Andark are aboard. They are waiting in the hangar.”
“Good, show them into the briefing room.” Greg turned to his associates, “we are concluded here, thank you.”
The room was empty, but Rebecca remained.
“Larson?” Greg asked.
“I’d like to meet them with you. I think I know Andark. The name rings a bell.”
“Alright, come with me then.”
The two walked outside the conference room into a long corridor. Neon lights bordered the floor line and plenty of natural light illuminated the path.
“Where do you think you’ve met him? Old friend? Wing mate?”
“No, sir. I’ll prolly remember when I see him.”
It was love. She was hiding it from Greg because she did not want him to have her transferred off the ship due to personal conflict. Rebecca and he were once lovers until the war began. After Gerald was shipped off to Midway, he promised to call her. However, when he arrived at his base, he decided getting drunk and going AWOL was the best way to enjoy life. Once he finally got a call through, Rebecca ignored it and wanted revenge for his actions. Dating other men just to make him jealous, she gained satisfaction in knowing that their relationship was over.
When the two arrived at the briefing room, the two survivors were present. Jaclyn was not much different in appearance than Rebecca aside from Jaclyn’s blonde hair. Gerald also had an athletic build but was at least three five inches taller than the two young women.
Once Gerald spotted Rebecca, he immediately stood.
“I’m sorry Admiral, I cannot work here,” he turned to Jaclyn, “let’s go.”
“Wait,” she exclaimed, grabbing his arm. “What are you doing?”
He stopped and looked at Rebecca, “preventing trouble.” Extricating himself from Jaclyn’s grip, he saluted only Greg.
Greg looked at Rebecca, “I’ll see you in the conference room after this?”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“Wait, what’s going on here?” Jaclyn asked.
“It’s a long story Jacky, I’ll tell you later. Right now, we must discuss what’s about to happen.”
Greg raised an eyebrow.
“There is a…” Gerald was cut off.
Jaclyn interrupted, “hold on, this is all to fast.” She sighed and saluted Greg and Rebecca, “I’m Lieutenant Commander Jaclyn Chance and this is Lieutenant Commander Gerald Andark. We are honored to be under your command sir.”
Greg looked at Gerald and Rebecca, “I like her.”
Gerald spoke again, “well sir, the fleet we outran tracked us to this location.”
“How do you know?”
Gerald pulled out a small device from his pocket. It was a circular, disk-like object that had a light that blinked in the center.
“It’s a tracking system, I just found it on my wing as I arrived here.”