Dogfight Squadron

"Our bombs are smarter than the average high school student. At least they can find Kuwait."

                                             -A. Whitney Brown, during First Gulf War

Weaving through the cloud pylons Spitfire had set up for me, I was in the zone. You know when you play sports, and you know that everything is going to go exactly how it's supposed to go? Well, that's what was happening to me. The pegasi had set up clouds to mimic those airgates in the Red Bull air races. I had them set up the track like the Ascot Racetrack, flying in my blue Corvus Racer.

             I built it myself, after Jeff had decided to settle down and just become my mechanic. Of course, I'm not complaining. I don't have to service my own plane again.

             A pair had come to me and made a proposal; Gryphus had a new contest where a heavier than air machine travel from one side to the other of their empire would get a pile of bits. They offered to fund me, if I split the bits. Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis, I belive their names were.

            I asked them to bring public awareness on the Red Bull races, which I gave a can of to Celestia. I also broke open my Breitling watch to see how it worked, and a fellow called Blueblood offered to start an Equestrian branch. Snobby, but a good business brain.

Therefore, a Breitling, Red Bull, and a camera chopper were built. A certain mare called Octavia was willing to give me money, and that's how I got a treble clef on the hood of the engine. Four white "93"s were placed on the plane, over the left wing and below the right, and on both sides of the squarish tail.

           The first race would be in Canterlot, with skygates. Sticks symbolize which side to roll, boxes for level flight, and circles mean an Immelmann turn. Rainbow would fly the Red Bull plane, since she like the windows below the high wings. Another mare in the guard would take the Breitling. Us three make the contingent of team Equestria.

          Canterlot was only be an exhibition race. A small thing where the team would show the world how much technology Equestria had. A the beginning, they played Equestria's Anthem, then The Galactic Scouts Theme. The theme was for Jon. The poor bastard had to die on his first sortie. Anyways, the 3000 hp engine in the Corvus ate up tech track easily, even lapping the slower Breitling. The first race he shown each plane's strengths and weaknesses; the Red Bull had an amazing turn time and a combination of roll rate and balance, but it couldn't climb very well. The Breitling was very stable, but it had a better climb rate than turn rate. My Corvus, now dubbed "Orpheus 93," was a typical all rounder; it could turn like a fox, climb like a squirrel, and firewalling the throttle turned it into a straight winged rocket.

           Gryphus and several other countries came out with bi-planes to try to counter our 300kmh racers, but they didn't even come close. The funny thing was, Equestria technically was at war with the changelings. I sent some plans of Cobra Rattlers, Night Ravens, and F-14 Tomcats to Twilight, and in several months, they were in the skies of Equestria.

          The Cold War with the Changelings was starting to become heated.

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           Jeff signed up as a rear gunner for a Rattler, so I joined him as a pilot. I wanted t be in control, so if he died, so would I. I explained the concept of nuclear weapons to Twilight, and she magically replicated little boy in seconds, much to my amazement. The Rattler "mysteriously" became nuclear capable a day later.

            The ponies also wanted us to give blood samples. Naturally fearing needles, I refuesed, but Jeff was a-okay with it. Things complicated when things turned to Iorn content...

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             "My Celestia, he must've ate a frying pan!"

             "Doctor, please, calm down, this is normal for them!"

             "Or absorbed a steamship! The statistics are off charts!"