Blood From Kindess

WARNING : "WURST" CHAPTER OF ALL! I didn't do much spell-checking on this one, and in all honesty, I don't do much of it. I write this mainly on my iPod becausejustbecause.

Clopfic:
I know a lot of people have done these, and I have never written a fictional story for fun, never-the-less a clopfic. I decided try my luck at it. This is a 2nd person narrative, so just warning you. If you liked it or hated it, please tell me why. ---------- only people above 18 should be reading this, but I cant stop you if you aren't. I'm focusing more on the fic part not the clop part. There are both, but i'd like to connect the story to it.

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Yes, i know, no pones but im building to it. Im thinking to go to about 20 chapters, if the first 5 pass with flying colors. I would say this would be the worst chapter, since yknow. Pones are easier than actual realistic-ish stuff. And also this is going to be the only chapter that I don't spell-check. Too lazy, sorry.

give me a brohoof, only been a brony for a couple weeks now /)*(\ since 8/6/2012
if you don't understand any of it yet, don't worry, will explain in later chapters, THE SUSPENSE...
and yes this is based off of a human in the air force. And no, the air force "mini-story" is not based off of a true story and is nowhere by any means near it.
F22s do not belong to me nor do i claim them to be, as this is purely a fictional story not for personal gain (other than confidence i guess) and they belong to Lockheed Martin

----chapter1----
Another day, another dollar, as goes the famous saying. Another day you are struggling to get through.

You wake up in your bed, reaching for your alarm clock snooze button... It reads 6:34... "didn't the airbase commander saying to teach the nuggets at 6:45...? Well fuck, guess I can't sleep in anymore..." you say as you stand up from your bed.

You quickly manage to snag a granola bar, wash your face, and get dressed by 6:43, striding out to the airbase hangars and meet your new trainees. You feel something in your jacket and look at the picture, and keep your promise not to let him down...

As the clouds roll in, in phase 2 of training, which was unexpected since it's only been a week since the nuggets got their first plane...

Some of the "nuggets", "newbies", whatever you may call them, are milling about talking with other fellows and as you walk out they form a 3x4 rectangle of people, about 2 feet apart from one another. Taking your 3 members of your squadron, you spilt up the 12 recruits, having 4 squadrons consisting of 1 of your squadron and 3 newbies, you brief your squadron to train them in weather conditions and evasive maneuver, while having the tech department testing their new HV-9 test flight missiles. There have been 0 accidents, and so nothing should go wrong here.

You fly up with your group, in your new set of F/A 22s. You always thought they looked snazzy, and were proven to be devastating weapons, with their superior air-dominance and stealth capabilities, while still having the advantage of being able to hit ground targets with ease.

After briefing the newbies on their training mission, you fly up, saying "Hey Joe, try out the missiles. He grunts muttering something about "stuck" and suddenly he releases all 4 missiles... You gasp as every single plane in your squad releases their rockets, including yours. Since you were so close, you only have a brief second to watch the newbies from the next company have the same problem, as you feel searing pain as your planes wing is hit sending you spinning, breaking your cockpit, and sending a piece of glass into your leg. You throw your eject lever, only to hear a sizzle and a dud ejection. "Well, isnt this a terrible way to go?" as your plane tumbles into the ocean.

...your vision blacks out...