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Wild Skies: Heart of a Warbird [Ch. 1 Pt. 1]

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Chapter 1: Welcome to the Air Corp.

Inside the large hanger Friedrich a Messerschmitt stood alone as he pondered his situation.  He was just a juvenile but his false Balkenkreuz tattooed on his fuselage, gave the impression to those not familiar with the military that he was a well-seasoned veteran. His head hung low the juvenile fighter stared at the ground for a long period of time before looking up and around at the walls which were decorated on all corners with portraits and awards.  Friedrich grew curious and taxied over towards a side that sparked his interest; Aces of the Luftwaffe read the plaque. He looked at every photo hung on the wall, reading up on their history and accomplishments.  Friedrich soon came across a photo that showed his father and a human pilot standing beside him. He let out a sigh of disappointment as he turned to taxi back to the spot he was before. Just then a loud noise echoed through the hanger as the doors began to slide open. Looking over Friedrich watched as a small aircraft entered the hanger; Friedrich immediately recognized his closest friend Vasily, a Mig-3. “You had to be here too?” Friedrich asked, as he rolled up to Vasily who just looked at Friedrich and nodded. “Come on I said I was sorry.”  Friedrich said with a bit of frustration escaping his lips. Vasily fidgeted with his landing gear trying to remember why he came to the hanger for, then took a deep breathe letting it out slowly before he addressed it to his friend. “I just heard Papa Sergeyev talking to your father about enlisting us into the Warbirds Air Corp.”  Vasily said, and then paused to look at Friedrich who stood there dumbfounded at what he was hearing. “Why are they doing this?” Friedrich asked, while Vasily just shrugged his wings. “Well maybe they’re punishing us.”  Vasily replied, as he taxied around the large hanger looking at all the photos hung on the walls with Friedrich tagging along behind him before asking Vasily, “What did we do?”
Vasily stopped and swung around looking bewildered at Friedrich’s statement. “It was your idea to get false markings tattooed on to our fuselage and start parading around the skies pretending to be aces!” Vasily barked, a puff of smoke jetted out of his three exhaust ports.  Friedrich just hung his nose low biting his lower lip and answered with a sigh, “Oh yeah, I forgot.  So many things are racing through my head…I don’t know what to think.”  Vasily pulled up to Friedrich and nudged him trying to get his friend to cheer up. “Oh come on look at the bright side.” the Mig said as Friedrich looked up at him puzzled. “What bright side?” Friedrich asked. Vasily looked over at the Messerschmitt and gave a large smile. “We’ll be in the Air Corp like we…well you wanted to.” Friedrich nodded, his frown disappearing into a slight smile, Vasily was right he always had a goal of joining the Warbirds Air Corp but wished it was under better circumstances. “Thanks bud.” Friedrich said with smile, which brought a one to Vasily’s face as well. The two decide to head over towards the door to get some fresh air when the intercom buzzed and a familiar voice echoed through. “Vasily and Friedrich please report to runway 25A.”  The intercom then fell silent as the two juveniles looked at each other and then continued outside towards the designated runway.  Along the way Vasily’s father Sergeyev taxied over pulling up on his son’s 3 o’ clock. His fuselage, snow white with scars scattered across his metallic body showing a Mig that's seen quite a bit of combat in his career. “Vasily.” Sergeyev said, as he looked down at his son beside him who held his nose low in submission and replied nervously, “Yes father?”
“Do you know why I am sending you into the Air Corp?”  The older Mig asked as Vasily looking down at the ground replied with a whimper in his voice. “Because I faked being an ace like you?”  Vasily’s father looked down at his son for several long moments then burst out laughing as if was the funniest thing he’s heard. “No, that’s Friedrich’s reason.” Sergeyev paused, as he glanced over towards the Messerschmitt with a quick glare. “You need some character building and I won’t be around to really provide that.” He concluded, with his son leaning against him as they made their way to the runway, a few meters away. As the runway came into sight the three aircraft noticed another Messerschmitt sitting at the starting point, Friedrich’s father Furcht, a renowned ace during the last Great War a couple of centuries back. Sergeyev rolled away from the two juvenile planes to greet the old ace. “Dobroye utro.” Greeted Sergeyev, as he bowed his nose in respect, making Furcht chuckle as the Messerschmitt returned the gesture.  Furcht then looked over the old Mig’s wing to see the two new recruits taxing up. “Good morning Sergeyev.”  As he turned his attention to Vasily and Friedrich who pulled up and bowed their noses. “Glad you two could make it.” he said, as he circled around the two juveniles inspecting them making sure they were fit to make the journey. Once he was satisfied he stopped in front of his son Friedrich. “Son can I have a word with you, alone?” Furcht asked. “Yes Father.” Friedrich answered nervously as he glanced at his buddy Vasily who gave him a reassuring smile but Friedrich was too nervous to return the gesture. The old ace led his son a good distance away from the Migs until he was certain that they were out of hearing range before addressing his son, “Friedrich, I am very disappointed in you.”  Furcht said looking up at the sky watching the clouds pass before returning his attention to the young Messerschmitt. “I know...” Friedrich answered as his father continued, “I can’t believe you thought you could get away with it…even dragging Sergeyev’s son into it!” Furcht then paused. Taking a deep breathe to calm himself before continuing. “You’re going to have to prove yourself before you can get my respect.” Friedrich looked up at his father tears began welling up in his eyes. Feeling terrible doing what he did and now wanted to make it right. “I know sorry isn’t enough…but I will somehow make you proud of me.” Friedrich said as he tried to regain his composure, licking away the tears that ran down his face. Furcht rolled up his son till their noses were side by side facing one another; they gently laid their heads together in their form of a hug. “Ich liebe dich Vater.” Friedrich said, a slight smile coming to his face. “Ich liebe dich Sohn.” Furcht replied.
“Anyway let’s return to the others so we can get you two ready to go.”  Friedrich nodded as he pivoted around and followed his father as they taxied back over to Vasily and his dad who were waiting patiently for them to finish.  Friedrich broke off, away from his father and parked himself next to Vasily, both looking at each other with a smile. “You okay bro?” Vasily asked, a bit concerned seeing Friedrich’s eyes were red as if he were crying. “Yeah I am fine.” Friedrich answered with a smile. “Ahem.” Sergeyev coughed out, getting the boys attention.  Vasily and Friedrich quickly looked over at their parents as Sergeyev said, “Good we have your attention, now listen to what Furcht has to say.”  He then looked over at Furcht who rolled up beside the Mig and continued where the jet left off, “Thank you Sergeyev.”  Furcht answered then turned his attention to the two young fighters and began to explain their flight plan.  The juveniles absorbed as much information as they could and once comfortable they turned around and lined up next to each other for take-off. “Boys you may begin you flight checks.” Furcht commanded. “Roger.”  Vasily and Friedrich replied in unison, as they began to conduct their pre-flight checks. The two began moving their ailerons up and down making sure they were working properly, moving on to their flaps putting them in the combat position as well as take-off, and landings. Their last check was their elevators and rudder. “Flight checks completed.” Friedrich said, as he glanced over at his father who pulled up to the side of the runway. “Good, now remember when you reach the English Channel there will be a small port there.” Furcht said then paused to clear his throat before continuing. “Look for a Seafire named Simon he’ll be your recruiter and will explain everything you need to do from there.” Furcht concluded looking at the two who nodded understandingly. “You may take off when ready…Good Luck.” Furcht said then turned around and taxied off to his hanger while Sergeyev stayed to watch his boy take off. Friedrich was the first to collect the courage to go first. He lowered his flaps to the take-off position and increased throttle to maximum and began to barrel down the runway. As he picked up speed his tail began to lift off the ground until he was completely separated from the earth, raising his nose and began to climb his landing gears pulling up into their holding wells. He then placed his flaps into the combat position. Vasily was next to take off but he wasn’t as confident as his friend, he took a deep breath and swallowed his fear. “Come on; get your tail in the air!” Vasily’s father shouted. The young Mig took another breath and he lowered his flaps and increased his throttle, his propeller spinning faster and faster as he gained momentum down the runway. He picked up speed and raised his elevators as his tail wheel left the ground and was soon in the air climbing towards the clouds. Down on the ground Sergeyev watched as his son disappeared from sight and thought to himself, as he turned around and taxied to his hanger, “Good luck… I’m sorry I won’t be around to see what becomes of you.”  

Already three miles out, the two young fighters were cruising at 4,000 on their way to a port near the English Channel that neither of them knew the name of.  Friedrich yawed slightly to get a glance of where his friend Vasily was at.  Right away he noticed that Vasily was lagging behind and decreased throttle and banked softly to the left allowing the Mig-3 to pull up beside him. “Hey bro, want to get to a higher altitude?” Friedrich asked, looking at Vasily who was panting trying to catch his breath. “Why?” Vasily replied. “Well…you kind of have poor performance at low altitudes.” Vasily stared at Friedrich and nodded since his friend was right, below 25,600 feet his speed was cut in half and he couldn’t possibly catch up with the Messerschmitt. “Well after lunch we’ll go to a more comfortable altitude for both of us.” Friedrich said, as his tank growled confirming his hunger. “Sounds like a good idea.”  Replied Vasily and nodded, agreeing with his friend. Friedrich proceeded to roll inverted and scan the ground below seeing nothing but forest as far as their eyes can see, Friedrich righted himself and Vasily was next to scan the ground for a possible meal. After endless acres of forest the two fighters get a break as a small clearing came into view where a small herd of deer was.  Friedrich and Vasily lick their lips hungrily and began their dive towards their soon to be meals. On the ground the deer were busy grazing upon the long grass oblivious of what was coming their way; one doe paused and raised its head above the tail grass its ears pivoting around trying to pick up the mysterious sound coming towards them. Suddenly a buck sounded the alarm and bolted for the tree line, with the rest of the herd scattering as well, trying to get to the forest for protection. One panicked doe was slower to react than the others, frightened stiff as it stared at the diving Messerschmitt before it decided to run.  It was however too late as Friedrich pulled up from his dive, using the bottom of his tail like a hammer and struck the doe, the force of the impact breaking the deer’s neck as it tumbles a couple feet before it fell lifeless on the ground.  

Friedrich circled around for a landing as Vasily also scored his meal, a young buck had fallen victim to the same technique Friedrich used.  Afterwards he too circled around and tried to land but once on the ground they taxied over to their kill and began to gorge themselves using their propellers to cut bits of flesh and bone so they can swallow them easily, while they feasted the sky began to darken as gray clouds roll in signaling the coming of a storm.  Swallowing the last bit of deer meat Friedrich looked up at the sky, knowing the storm clouds will hinder their flight plans. “Well I guess we’ll be grounded till the storm passes.” Friedrich said, as he licked away the blood from his lips. Vasily looked up with a piece of leg still in his jaws and answered, “Really?”  Then swallowed the piece of meat and taxied over to the Messerschmitt. Friedrich looked around the area for a dry place to park themselves until the storm passed, but trees were all they could find and said, “I guess we could squeeze ourselves between the trees to stay somewhat dry.” and shrugged, as he taxied over to a set of trees that were large enough for him and Vasily to fit under. Moments later rain began to fall a drizzle at first then it began to pour down drenching Vasily who had not gotten under cover and he complained, “Darn it, I am soaked!”  He pouted, as water ran down his fuselage. “Guess you shouldn’t have taken your time,” Friedrich laughed. “Ha! Ha! Very funny.” Vasily grumbled as he shook the water off his body, the droplets flying everywhere and hitting Friedrich. “Hey! Watch it!” Friedrich shouted as Vasily chuckled and looked up at the cloudy sky watching the rain fall. Then he and Friedrich pulled in their landing gear one at time laying their bellies on the moist ground, where they slowly drifted off to sleep.

[End of Part 1…]
Wild Skies- Heart of a Warbird- Volume #1.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Air Corp. [Part 1]

Cover Page:


The Heroes:
-Friedrich Bf-109F-4

-Vasily Mig-3




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:star: ARTIST/WRITER'S NOTES: The story is cut into 3 parts so I don't overload you with too many words :giggle: but I do hoe you enjoy the story. I have to thank my best friend Ronin McGinnis(does not have a DA) but he's been my amateur proof-reader. I am only an amateur writer so don't expect there not to be mistakes here and there. ^^;

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