Jet Force Ares
Tom stepped forward through a large, open hole in the towering wooden barricade. Inside, there was simply a grassy field. However, he saw metal structures built up against the wood that he had not previously seen before. He took another step. Tom's large, metal boot crushed a small twig and it snapped. In the silence, it sounded like an explosion. Tom stopped walking and held his breath. Although whoever was in here had shot that raptor, he didn't wanna take any chances. It could be some new Tyrant trying to rule the galaxy.
Suddenly, he heard the familiar whir of machinery. He looked over to his right, which is where it sounded like the noise was coming from. He was right, there was a small metal door slowly being pushed up. However, he saw that it wasn't electronic. There were pairs of hands lifting up the large door. Tom raised a brow, wondering why the fort was using such primitive technology. Then it hit him, he was on a recon/rescue mission after all. Finally, the door was opened.
"Hello.?" Tom called out to them. His voice cracked a little bit, but he didn't mind.
"Who are you?" was the reply. Tom noticed there were three soldiers there out of the original 10, made up of a few Jet Forcers and some other assorted units.
"My name is Tom O'Neill, Jet Force Ares. And yourselves?"
Instead of getting a reply, the three-soldier squadron stepped out of the door and into the piercing morning sunlight. They trudged across the plain until they came face to face with Tom.
The one in front that reached him first took off his helmet. He had short hair that was slightly browner than Tom's. He was about the same height. The soldier reached out his hand.
"Adam Blachut, Jet Force Anubis. Good to see ya."
Tom extended his hand and shook Adam's. He grinned slightly at him, then glanced at the other two standing next to Adam. They had already taken off their helmets. Tom realized one was a woman, the other was a man. The man spoke.
"Miles Brooker, JF Zeus." He held out his hand, and Tom shook it.
"Sarah Ringo, I'm in Zeus too." Tom shook her hand as well.
"So, what happened? Y'know, I don't enjoy being pulled out of leave," Tom asked the trio.
"Well, I don't remember much, but some new satellite found this planet somewhere near Goldwood. The satellite took some shots, and some scientist guys decided it has a huge amount of oil on it, so of course we get sent for recon. Well, I know you've met the local wildlife, so you can only assume what happened next. Adam explained.
"And what happened to you?" Sarah asked.
"Well."Tom began.
[Flashback]
The whirr of the engines filled Tom's ears as the small fighter jet soared high above the air. He sat motionless, slowly leaning back and forth do to the turbulance the plane expierenced. He glanced quickly at the containers scattered about the room around him, and he sighed heavily in his helmet. His gun was loaded and ready already, and was lieing in his lap.
Tom looked up as the door a few feet away slid open and a tall, young man stepped inside, the leader of JFA. His name was Randy. He smirked a bit at him, then calmly spoke, "That fear a' heights still bothering you?"
Tom nodded slowly, not caring much about what he had to say.
"Well, we're landing pretty soon. Get your stuff ready."
"Alright," Tom responded.
Tom began to check the statistics of his armor, making sure every function was operating smoothly, when he heard the pilot call out to the ship, "Hey, you guys wanna come see this? Pretty neat."
Tom sighed to himself and got up. He tapped a button next to the door of the small cargo boy, and it slid open with a mechanic whirr. He stepped outside and walked down a narrow hallway, his heavy armor clanking with every step that he took.
He stepped into the large cockpit that also contained a large quantity of computers, maps, and radars. He found that the rest of the team was already there, staring in awe out of the front window. Tom shrugged to himself and walked forward, examining the front window. He stopped short. His mouth fell open at the sight of it.
An enormous swarm of the alien insects zipped around the whole entire ship, creating a loud and obnoxious buzzing noise. The aliens resembled mosquitoes a great deal, except they were bright green in color. They had four wings and two segmented anteannae protruding from their head. Joe, the pilot, whistled at their humongous numbers.
"Jesus.who's got the can of Raid?" joked Tim, the team's on-board mechanic.
No one responded to the joke. They merely kept quiet, amazed at the new creatures. Suddenly, the silence was interrupted. With a resounding thud, one of the insects landed on the window of the ship. It shook the jet slightly, but not enough to make anyone lose their balance. Tom raised his weapon at the bug, not even realizing it wasn't loaded. Soon, however, he realized his weapon wasn't ready, and he jammed a magazine into it, just in case. He found everyone else had their weapons ready.
"What should we do!?" Joe asked quickly.
"Uh." came Randy's reply.
Instantly after that, the insect smashed through the windshield.
Tom stepped forward through a large, open hole in the towering wooden barricade. Inside, there was simply a grassy field. However, he saw metal structures built up against the wood that he had not previously seen before. He took another step. Tom's large, metal boot crushed a small twig and it snapped. In the silence, it sounded like an explosion. Tom stopped walking and held his breath. Although whoever was in here had shot that raptor, he didn't wanna take any chances. It could be some new Tyrant trying to rule the galaxy.
Suddenly, he heard the familiar whir of machinery. He looked over to his right, which is where it sounded like the noise was coming from. He was right, there was a small metal door slowly being pushed up. However, he saw that it wasn't electronic. There were pairs of hands lifting up the large door. Tom raised a brow, wondering why the fort was using such primitive technology. Then it hit him, he was on a recon/rescue mission after all. Finally, the door was opened.
"Hello.?" Tom called out to them. His voice cracked a little bit, but he didn't mind.
"Who are you?" was the reply. Tom noticed there were three soldiers there out of the original 10, made up of a few Jet Forcers and some other assorted units.
"My name is Tom O'Neill, Jet Force Ares. And yourselves?"
Instead of getting a reply, the three-soldier squadron stepped out of the door and into the piercing morning sunlight. They trudged across the plain until they came face to face with Tom.
The one in front that reached him first took off his helmet. He had short hair that was slightly browner than Tom's. He was about the same height. The soldier reached out his hand.
"Adam Blachut, Jet Force Anubis. Good to see ya."
Tom extended his hand and shook Adam's. He grinned slightly at him, then glanced at the other two standing next to Adam. They had already taken off their helmets. Tom realized one was a woman, the other was a man. The man spoke.
"Miles Brooker, JF Zeus." He held out his hand, and Tom shook it.
"Sarah Ringo, I'm in Zeus too." Tom shook her hand as well.
"So, what happened? Y'know, I don't enjoy being pulled out of leave," Tom asked the trio.
"Well, I don't remember much, but some new satellite found this planet somewhere near Goldwood. The satellite took some shots, and some scientist guys decided it has a huge amount of oil on it, so of course we get sent for recon. Well, I know you've met the local wildlife, so you can only assume what happened next. Adam explained.
"And what happened to you?" Sarah asked.
"Well."Tom began.
[Flashback]
The whirr of the engines filled Tom's ears as the small fighter jet soared high above the air. He sat motionless, slowly leaning back and forth do to the turbulance the plane expierenced. He glanced quickly at the containers scattered about the room around him, and he sighed heavily in his helmet. His gun was loaded and ready already, and was lieing in his lap.
Tom looked up as the door a few feet away slid open and a tall, young man stepped inside, the leader of JFA. His name was Randy. He smirked a bit at him, then calmly spoke, "That fear a' heights still bothering you?"
Tom nodded slowly, not caring much about what he had to say.
"Well, we're landing pretty soon. Get your stuff ready."
"Alright," Tom responded.
Tom began to check the statistics of his armor, making sure every function was operating smoothly, when he heard the pilot call out to the ship, "Hey, you guys wanna come see this? Pretty neat."
Tom sighed to himself and got up. He tapped a button next to the door of the small cargo boy, and it slid open with a mechanic whirr. He stepped outside and walked down a narrow hallway, his heavy armor clanking with every step that he took.
He stepped into the large cockpit that also contained a large quantity of computers, maps, and radars. He found that the rest of the team was already there, staring in awe out of the front window. Tom shrugged to himself and walked forward, examining the front window. He stopped short. His mouth fell open at the sight of it.
An enormous swarm of the alien insects zipped around the whole entire ship, creating a loud and obnoxious buzzing noise. The aliens resembled mosquitoes a great deal, except they were bright green in color. They had four wings and two segmented anteannae protruding from their head. Joe, the pilot, whistled at their humongous numbers.
"Jesus.who's got the can of Raid?" joked Tim, the team's on-board mechanic.
No one responded to the joke. They merely kept quiet, amazed at the new creatures. Suddenly, the silence was interrupted. With a resounding thud, one of the insects landed on the window of the ship. It shook the jet slightly, but not enough to make anyone lose their balance. Tom raised his weapon at the bug, not even realizing it wasn't loaded. Soon, however, he realized his weapon wasn't ready, and he jammed a magazine into it, just in case. He found everyone else had their weapons ready.
"What should we do!?" Joe asked quickly.
"Uh." came Randy's reply.
Instantly after that, the insect smashed through the windshield.