Author's Note

I know I know. This story may be incorrect in military aspects. But I'm trying my best! Bear with me please!
I honestly began loosing my mind because I wanted to make a good story and strive to make it better than my last. I just wish I could have a proof reader and editor! Although please enjoy this story in progress to it's fullest extent.

Hey! Where'd they go!

Ace Pilots Plus an Indestructible FA-18 Hornet

Chapter 1: Hey! Where'd they go!

The storm winds are howling, the rain hitting the deck of the carrier hard enough to leave your face stinging for days, and cold enough to make you tap out when hitting your hand on another surface if hard enough. It's October, but it felt like a freezing night in December without snow. But it's the life we chose, Jamison and me. Allow me to introduce myself, I am First Sergeant Alex Fulcrum, and my co-pilot, Master Sergeant Jamison Mullins. We are Airmen of the United States Air Force, USAF for short. Now you maybe wondering, "What do you guys fly?"

Great question, have a cookie. I am the pilot of the FA-18 Hornet. Now this fine piece of aviation technology is a twin-engine supersonic, carrier-capable multirole combat jet able to fly in all weather. Like the F-16, the Hornet is also capable to break the sound barrier as well. Pretty neat huh? Yeah I thought so.

'Sirens begin to blare out through the entire carrier'

Whelp, that's all I got time for, and it's also time for a combat flight. See you all next journal entry.

"Jamison! Get your gear together!" Alex yelled from the hallway of the carrier into their bunks. The carrier sirens still going off, demanding for everyone to get it together.

"Alright.... alright, just hold on.." Jamison called back, his face buried into his pillow. Waving a dismissive hand as he rolled into the warmth of the blankets.

"I mean it!" Alex yelled again, stepping inside the bunks, pulling the covers off of his copilot.

Jamison let out a groan of discomfort, whining for his blanket once more. But was stopped by a pillow that assaulted his attempts of sleep, and then got up realizing his efforts were futile.

Hopping down from the top bunk, Jamison got ready for flight, stretching his arms and legs, popping his back and neck soon after. Alex was waiting by the entrance of the bunks, timing his co-pilot.

"One minute, really? I know you're faster than that." Alex commented, giving Jamison his helmet, while letting off a sly grin. "Come on, they're calling pilots up to the deck."

Alex then started walking off before Jamison could ask anything, making Jamison follow suit, holding his pilot helmet. "What's happening?" He asked as soon as he caught up, side by side with Alex.

"It's raining." Alex said in a smart assy tone, that grin still on his face.

"I mean why are they calling for pilots?"

"Hey, I have questions too, I'm experiencing the same thing as you. In other words I don't know, either." The First Sergeant replied, opening the door to the flight deck storage room where briefing was held for the weather occurring outside.

The two ace pilots soon joined the rest of the crew called up for briefing, saluting along with the others when their Captain finally arrived.

"At ease, Pilots..." The Captain said, watching as the pilots immediately stood at attention. "I personally apologize for this sudden meeting, but there's been something sketchy going on, as detected on radar. Normally we'd have anti-air fix this, but this weather isn't doing us any favors."

"Permission to speak, Sir." Alex called out, stepping forward out of the line, something bothering him.

"Go ahead."

"Why aren't we able to use anti-air, I believed they were capable to be used even in heavy rain." He pointed out, realizing a problem with the situation at hand.

Jamison glanced over at Alex, trying to figure out what he was getting at with this. Although he too wondered why they wouldn't be able to use anti-air, it didn't seem to be that big of a deal.

"That's the thing, we don't know either..." The Captain replied, not really answering Alex's question. "But there's something that's interfering with the targeting system of our AA. Which is why we're sending you up there to scout it out."

Alex stepped back in line, obviously feeling something wrong about this mission. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it seemed different in a way. But what could it be? Though it'd be something he'd have to deal with later.

"If that is all, you are dismissed to your aircraft's. Be prepared to leave in five." The Captain firmly demanded, soon walking back into the carrier stairwell, heading up to it's tower.

All the pilots that had been called up let out a "Hoorah" and headed off to their assigned jets, getting prepared as ordered.

Bolting through the rain, Alex and Jamison reached their FA-18, quickly getting inside to avoid the barrage of rain drops falling at great speed. Once safely inside, they made sure that the cockpit hatch was closed and secured. Then putting on their helmets, Alex began systems checks, making sure the jet was in tip top shape in system standards.

"RTD prepared for take off, over." Alex then called into the radio, waiting for ATC (Air Traffic Control) to respond.

"Can confirm, you are cleared for take off." The tower had responded after a pause, giving the go ahead for lift off.

"Copy that, over and out." Alex then silenced his channel to the ATC, getting ready to leave the carrier.

The deck crew soon navigated the FA-18 to the catapult system, setting up the launch of the aircraft off the deck of the carrier and out into the air. Alex and Jamison watched as the deck crew left their area, getting out of the way of soon to be catapulted jet, trying not to slip and fall due to the heavy rain.

Alex then engaged the thrusters, the catapult assisting their take off from the carrier in two seconds. Pushing both pilots into their seats as the flew off into the stormy night, turbulence affecting the flight, but wasn't a major problem to the experienced pilots.

As they flew on into the night, they were followed by fellow FA-18's, getting into formation as they travelled to the "something" that was detected on radar. Being observant as much as they could through the rain and dark skies.

"This is FUBAR...." Jamison stated, complaining from his seat, seeing nothing to report so far. He looked down again on his radar, seeing it fuzzy, catching him off guard. "What.... whoa." He flicked the radar, it going back to it's normal condition.

Jamison got on radio, getting in contact with the other FA-18's in the squadron. "Hey.. did anyone else see their radar flickr?"

"Yeah"

"Same here."

"Ditto."

Jamison then saw three dots appear on radar, heading towards the squadron. "Heads up, bogies 3'o clock."

"Copy that, Merlin." Alex responded, banking right, the rest of the squadron following suit towards the radar sighting.

As they continued on, getting closer to the "bogies", lightning soon appearing inside the sky, lighting up the entire area.

They then saw within the flash of lightning was another set of jets in the distance, looking Russian. "Looks like it's our friendly neighborhood Russians." Alex said, noting that they looked like Su-24's.

Jamison was about to make radio contact until they were locked on, the Su-24's launching a missile, catching Jamison off-guard, but Alex immediately deployed flares and pulled up into the clouds above them, the rest of the squadron following the lead, disappearing in the clouds as well.

"So much for friendly greetings...." Alex commented, quickly thinking on the next set of moves.

"Why fire at us?"

"Probably protecting something of importance. And it seems we'll be taking it off their hands." Alex replied, getting ready for combat, his trigger finger itching just so slightly with control.

"Copy that."

Alex then pushed the aircraft into a nose dive, attempting a flank on the Su-24's, unloading 20mm rounds into the jet lead, appearing above them from the clouds. The Russian squadron then dispersed, avoiding the attack but not all. The one of the five was pelted with 20 mm's, going through the cockpit of the craft, leaving four remain.

The rest of the dogfight was a blur to the end. During the fight it became two against one, Alex and Jamison facing off the remaining two Su-24's. They wove through the clouds, trying to shake off Russian crafts.

"Damn it! I can't see them!" Jamison hollered, frantically looking around behind them.

"No shit!"

Alex continued to focus on trying to evade the Russian pilots as they were being barraged by yet another wave of munition rounds. Jamison took it upon himself to contact the tower for hope of back up, but came to failure. He tried again, yet got the same result.

"God damn it! I can't get in contact wi~"

Suddenly a bright flash of lightning appeared out of nowhere, striking their wing, followed by a loud boom of thunder. The two pilots became blinded as they fell through the sky, nearing the raging ocean below, controls soon becoming unresponsive.

"EJECT! EJECT! WE'RE GOING DOWN!" Alex yelled after regaining vision, attempting to pull the handgrips of his seat to eject from the free falling aircraft, but nothing happened.

Jamison got the same result, realization striking him hard like a freight train. "IT'S UNRESPONSIVE!"

"FUCK! BRACE FOR IMPACT!"

The pilots held on tightly onto their seat as the FA-18 proceeded into a flat spin, their vision becoming blurry to a black hue. The wind whistled loudly around the falling aircraft, while the jet itself was shaking violently and proceeding to get worse with every second.

"FUUUUUUUUU-" Alex and Jamison yelled in unison as they soon crashed into the water just as another bolt of lightning stuck. The force of the impact knocking them both out cold as they sunk into the ocean abyss, the last thing to be seen was a bright flash of white, rainbow tinted, light from where they crashed.

5 or maybe 7 hours after Impact

Jamison was the first to regain consciousness, but not fully awake. He groaned out in pain, the oceanic impact doing a number on him. Finally deciding to see what was going on, he took off his helmet and slowly opened an eye, but Immediately regretting this decision.

"GAH! BRIGHT!" He yelled, quickly shutting his eyes tightly, the newfound light almost blinding him.

As cause and effect, his scream awoke Alex, bringing along a pissed off and pain filled groan, also failing to withstand the bright light of the sun. "Turn the lights down! Jesus!"

Jamison would've at least chuckled at Alex's foul tone, but his whole body was to sore to even let out a snicker.

He then slowly tried again to view his surroundings, his eyes adjusting to the vast amount of sunlight. He took note that they were still in their FA-18 Hornet, but lower to the ground than usual. Alex on the other hand was still waking up, but managed to do the same in surveying the area.

"Where the fuck are we?"

Somehow they were in a forest clearing, the grass tall and vibrant green. The trees around them were somewhat shorter than usual and the leaves coated its branches in a dark green, and further down within the trees sunbeams shone brightly through the treetops. As they looked above the treeline, various grey mountains reached up into the sky with pointed peaks with snow on the top of each one, and saw few flocks of birds fly past, but something about them were off. The birds were, or at least looked like from a distance, a vibrant flame orange mixed with red with a small trail of the same colors behind them.

"This... feels weird." Jamison pointed out, still looking around and taking in the alien scenery.

Alex then took off his helmet, unbuckling himself from the pilot seat to get out. "You're telling me. I don't get how we aren't dead." He responded, readying a standard 9mm Beretta he had on him as part of his survival gear.

Jamison hopped on out of the FA-18, following Alex's actions, readying his own Beretta. Looking down onto the Hornet itself, it was on the ground at least, but without the landing gear open. "This is a problem..." He chuckled, attempting to keep a positive vibe with the current situation.

Upon further inspection, the FA-18 looked surprisingly to be in good condition, the only exception was that it was literally laying down on the ground.

Alex began to scan the area, a hand over his eyes to help block the sun. "I'm going to see if there's anything recognizable landmarks to figure where we are, you stay near the Hornet and make a camp. I have a feeling we might me here for a while." He said, re-cocking his Berretta just in case.

"Copy that, sir." Jamison replied, giving a quick salute before getting to work.

As soon as Alex left into the woods around them, Jamison started looking around for stones, sticks or twigs to start a fire and possibly a signal fire in case they needed it. After setting up a fire pit, he grabbed a canteen he had stored before the flight, opening the cap and taking a sip out of it, water soon travelling down his throat with a refreshing coolness. The sun wasn't doing any favors when it came to the temperature in the forest clearing. Once everything was ready, he began to find a way to start a fire.

In The Woods With Alex

Alex was walking through the woods, low hanging branches almost slapping him in the face. Though unlike in the clearing, where it was hotter, in the shade brought a cold breeze, colder than what was to be expected. Another cold breeze hit his face followed by a disgusting smell strong enough to make one barf out their entire stomach.

Alex then pinched his nose, gagging at whatever the smell was. "Holy shit... Ugh! What is that?"

Throughout the forest, the only answer he got was a low growl emitting from behind trees and bushes, a pair of green eyes glowing from within the shadows. He immediately drew his pistol towards the noise, aiming right between the pair of eyes watching him, slowly backing up, his heart starting to race with in his chest. The creature then slowly began to walk from the bushes, light now shining on it's figure.

"W-what...?" His eyes widened as his breath became shallow at the sight. Completely baffled at what was in front of him, it was a wolf like creature but was made of wood and twigs, and tall enough that they met eye to eye. He then stumbled, tripping over a log behind him, falling to his back, hitting the ground hard. He let out a grunt of pain, the wind being knocked out of him, losing hold onto his pistol.

The creature then took this to an advantage, quickly pouncing towards Alex, landing just on top of him and pinned him to the ground. Thinking quickly, Alex maneuvered his arms to block the jaws of the creature that were snapping at his head, gripping onto its muzzle. He then kicked creature off of him, throwing it back over the log.

The wolf like creature stood back up quickly, getting off it's back and pounced once more at Alex, letting out an anger filled roar as it did so. In a frantic search, Alex quickly looked for the Beretta on his hands and knees, feeling around for the lost weapon.

"Shitshitshitshitshit!"

Once more, the creature landed on Alex's back, taking a bite into his right shoulder, it's fangs digging into his flesh. Alex let out a yell of pain, his hands reaching to the creature's head. With a grip on it's head, Alex slowly stood up and flung the wolf over his shoulder and onto the ground, bringing more pain filled cries as its teeth ripped through his shoulder. His hand latched onto the wound tightly, blood soaking through his flight uniform. Glancing around once more, he found the Beretta, quickly picking it up once more. While doing so, the wolf was back up again, charging towards Alex once more.

Without hesitation, he quickly aimed for its head, firing 9mm rounds into its wooden skull, shattering completely into splinters.
Alex watched as its body fell to the ground as it became a pile of wood. He winced in pain as his wound pulsated in agony, blood continuing to pour from the splinter filled gash in his right shoulder. Alex then began to return to the forest clearing, putting the Beretta in it's holster as he walked on.

The scent he smelled before hadn't left his nostrils, which came to be a very good reason to leave. But with in the bushes, more green eyes popped up from the shadows, watching silently as he moved on.

Back at the Forest Clearing

Jamison had set up a small camp, placing in order everything they needed to survive for the while.

"Flares...check, ammunition... check..." He dragged on, checking off his mental checklist of what was on hand.

Jamison soon came over to a pair of binoculars and picked them up, inspecting them as an idea came to mind. He then climbed up on top of the FA-18, getting a good view above the clearing. Putting the binoculars over his eyes, Jamison looked across the tree tops, scanning the area as he spotted a town in the distance.

"Yes! Civilization!" Yelling in excitement, Jamison threw his fist into the air, happy at the fact that they didn't need to stay in the forest for very long. He then suddenly slipped off the aircraft due to his erratic celebration, landing on his ass and letting out a yelp of pain.

While Jamison was slowly getting up, his attention was then turned towards the tree line, hearing noises from within the bushes. Quickly, he pulled out his Beretta and aimed in the direction of the noise, but his suspicions subsided when he saw an injured Alex. Jamison ran to his side, helping Alex walk towards the FA-18 to lie down.

"What the hell happened in there?" Jamison worriedly asked, shocked and scared for what might be in there to have caused this.

"A fucked up wooden wolf attacked me." He responded, wincing in pain once more, his wound pulsated in aggravation.

Jamison didn't expect this answer at all, curiosity striking at the term "wooden wolf".

"What do you mean?"

His suspensions were then answered by a growling from the trees, coming from multiple sides, eyes popping up with a green glow like Jamison had never seen. One by one, the creatures walked out from the tree line into the sunlight, causing Jamison to pull out his Beretta along with Alex.

Gulping hard, Jamison silently cursed, switching his target to which ever wolf got closer, aiming for the head. "Ready to fire on your mark, sir..."

"Fire!" Alex ordered, firing his first shot, missing the wolf's head, but then got a direct hit on the second shot, soon switching target once more.

The clearing soon became full of the sound of roars and gunfire, the odds not in the pilots' favor. The firefight became strenuous, the wolves soon gaining more numbers as they continued on.

"Reloading!" Jamison yelled, beginning to reload the Beretta. While doing so, something caught his eye. The flare gun.

Without any further haste, Jamison picked up the flare gun and fired it into the air, a red trail of smoke marking their location. He then reloaded the flare gun, firing at one of the wolves and catching it aflame, watching for a short while as it howled in being burned alive. But to no avail, the wolves kept pushing forward.

"We need to move now!" Alex commanded, slowly getting up with Jamison's support.

Once he was on both feet, they were about to run to the other side of the clearing when something in the sky caught their eyes. They stared in surprise when the image came closer.

"Is that... a flock of birds or..." Alex stared off, becoming very confused.

"A group of horses with wings... that are wearing armor, golden armor..." Jamison finished for him, but his attention was drawled back to the wooden wolves. "Keep firing-" He was then cut off, watching as mass number of spears flew into the ground, impaling the wolves that were attacking them.

Both pilots watched in awe as the wolves soon retreated back into the forest, escaping the new assault that was upon them. As soon as every wolf left the clearing, Jamison and Alex then became surrounded by what they did not expect.

"Freeze!" A voice called out from a crowd of Pegasus surrounding them with spears pointed.

The two pilots raised their hands into the air, dropping their weapons, Alex doing the best he can with his injury. This sudden action caused few of the Pegasi to step back, not sure exactly what they dropped and not exactly sure 'what' they were.

There was an awkward silence, Alex and Jamison exchanging glances with one another. "You want to try to make first contact with an alien species?" Alex whispered, causing Jamison to almost burst out in laughter, making the Pegasi flinch, but their spears still pointed towards them.

"State your intentions!" The same voice called again, stepping out from the crowd. Making both Alex and Jamison to look towards the voice.

The Pegasus before them was without a helmet, and judging by body shape and voice, it must've been a female as well. Jamison and Alex looked at each other in confusion and awe.

"I have an idea, but it might be risky." Jamison whispered to Alex, "I believe I might have seen this before on T.V." He finished, looking back at the Pegasus mare.

He coughed once into his hand, stepping forward to make conversation, the mare giving him a steely eye glare. "We come in peace..." Jamison couldn't help to smile a little with that introduction. "And mean your kind no harm, but we acquire medical attention for my friend." He completed, pointing to Alex and his wound.

The Pegasus looked over to who he was pointing too, although distracted at the fact that they spoke the same language, she didn't let it get to her. "Doc! Examine the..." She trailed off, not knowing what 'they' even were.

"Human?" Jamison finished for the Pegasus, having a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Yes, examine the humans' wound."

As soon as the Pegasus completed the order, with assistance, another Pegasus in golden armor, with a armband of a medic, flew up to Alex cautiously, examining his wound.

Jamison perked up again, "May I ask your name?"

The Pegasus mare ears perked, slightly caught off guard with the question, but regained her composure. "It's Sea Breeze, Captain Sea Breeze. But that does not matter, what does is the reason you're here."

"Oh, we didn't plan to come here, something of a storm transported us here." He added, then pointing to the FA-18. "We came here in that beauty while we were in combat."

The mare looked at the object the Human pointed to, tilting her head at it in confusion. She then walked over to it, inspecting it curiously as she hovered in the air. "And this is...?"

"A twin engine supersonic jet, the FA-18." Jamison answered the Pegasi question, walking over to pat the FA-18. "But I have a request-"

Jamison was interrupted by Alex, cursing in pain as splinters were being pulled from his wound. "Fuck that hurts!"

The Pegasi who was working on him, supposedly named Doc, winced as Alex hissed in pain. "I told you it'd hurt, luckily this isn't the first time I've dealt with injuries such as this."

Alex just gave a sigh, looking towards Jamison, silently telling him to hurry up with his idea.

"May I ask a question?" Jamison piqued up, putting his thumbs in his pockets, kicking the ground beneath him.
The Pegasus mare looked at him, waiting for a while but then nodded, letting him go on with his question.

"Is this the land of 'Equestria'?"

"Why yes, it is. Why do you ask?" The mare tilted her head, looking at him curiously.

Jamison began pacing back and forth, putting his hand over his mouth as he glanced around him, looking towards Alex and the other Pegasi. "Fuck!" Jamison yelled loudly with sudden anger in his voice. "This... this can't be real. It has to be a dream."

The crowd flinched at his outburst, few aiming the spears they carried as they kept a cautious eye.

Alex looked towards Jamison, his eyes following Jamison as he continued to pace back and forth. "What do you mean? Seems pretty fucking real to me."

Jamison looked back at Alex, staring directly into his eyes. "We are now in a world full of magical talking horses. Tiny horses from a little girl's TV show called "My Little Pony"! How can you be so calm!" He ranted, ignoring the suspicious glances of curiosity from the group of Pegasi.

"I just... can't wrap my head around this. Someone punch me." Jamison commanded, obviously distressed with the situation. Alex then got up and punched Jamison, with his good arm, in the groin. The Pegasi watching, mostly all the males, flinched as they watched what unfolded.

Jamison crumbled onto the ground, reeling back with pain. "Control yourself, dammit." Alex ordered, watching as Jamison was still lying on the ground in pain. He then pulled Jamison up off the ground, letting him gain his balance before he let go.

"Ok, could we get back to the situation at hoof?" Sea Breeze asked irritably, becoming impatient.

Then the two pilots turned their heads to the Pegasus questionably. "Hoof?" They asked in unison, getting caught off guard.

The mare just sighed, waving her hoof as few guards soon came and surrounded the pilots. "Get them to base, we can't stay here much longer." She noted, looking towards the sky, locating where the sun was positioned.

"Wait!" The pilots shouted, getting a glare from Sea Breeze.

"We need that jet." Alex stated, pointing to the FA-18.

"And how do you suppose we get it to where we're going?" Breeze asked, a stern expression planted on her face.

The pilots looked towards each other, then back at the mare. "Magic?"

"Buck it..." She cursed silently before speaking up once more. "Alright! Somepony get in contact with the other Unicorn battalions and tell them to get the hunk of metal out of here." She barked, receiving a retort from both the pilots, but ignored it for she didn't want to deal with it.

"FAN OUT!" Sea Breeze yelled loudly, watching as Pegasi soon fluttered into the air. "And you two," She then pointed to two random Pegasi. "Do what you need to get the humans to base." Finishing her command, she blasted off with great speeds into the air, traveling in front of the pack of Pegasi.

The two Pegasi groaned in annoyance, grabbing the two pilots with their hooves, and flew after their squadron leaving the pilots utterly breathless and scared as hell.