Something was not right in Thunder Canyon... The air reeked of diesel.... Death.... Gunpowder. I was tasked to investigate it. Well, I was assigned to escort the heavy warship assigned to investigate. I took a flanking position as I saw an enemy fighter flash past. I pulled the flaps on my Spitfire and turned around, pulling an Immelman turn to gain enough altitude to catch up to this guy. I watched helplessly as an explosion rocked the lower back deck of the Hanger! I clenched my teeth and pulled the trigger, activating double mounted machine guns on the wings. As I did, a stream of bullets cut through my plane's tailfin. These guys were too advanced. Warthogs, Hornets, Stealth Bombers! What if I.... I cut the brake flaps and the Thunderbolt darts ahead. I press a small button and a missile takes down the silver streak, the engine letting out a death scream like a banshee. I have to land, but the gear is stuck. once again, what if I- "Hah!" I eject and crash to the floor in the hangar. The place is going up in flames! "Kurt!" I yell, over the alarms. There's no answer. Do I jump, take my chances with a landing? My decision is made for me, as another explosion sent me tumbling out of the ship. Twisting, turning, falling. Into the middle of a dogfight! I grab onto a Warthog and hold on for my Arceus-Forsaken life. "YAAAAA-HA-HA! WHY DIDN'T I JOIN THE CAVALRY!?!" It bobs and weaves around the flying wreckage of the cruiser. We must've been a sight! A modern fighter jet with a teenage pilot hanging onto the cockpit bubble! I slam the glass, try to get the pilot's attention. If he dies, I die. Our fates are intertwined... I feel a bullet rush through my hair and let out a sharp curse, startled. The engine is on fire. Again. "Well, I'm gonna hang a lampshade and say NOT AGAIN!" I do my best to douse the flames, which is to say, nothing. At all. We slowly move into a rapid dive, flames shooting off the turbines into the dusk sky. The pilot ejects and I grab onto the back of his seat. Only now does he notice me. I give a little smile and a nervous laugh. "Hey...How's...how's it going?" o.o; He gives me a very startled look and mutters something about hallucinations due to oxygen deprivation. What about Kurt?! He had to be alright! He was gonna make it! He was one of the primary characters! He couldn't die! I saw the familiar shape of a chopped Harley jump off the back of the cruiser, and sighed a breath of relief.
I dunno why I wrote this. I was bored. It doesn't tie into anything... Yet.