Author's Note

Here's the update, sorry to keep you guys waiting! Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Spy Under Our Eyes

"HOW DID THEY FOUND OUT OUR TANK FACTORY'S LOCATION?! IT'S CLASSIFIED!!!" Pharynx bellowed at a commander in the main control chamber. The commander's ears were down, not even dared to look up at his snapping boss.

"We don't know sir," he said, chewing his words carefully, "the enemies just suddenly appeared on our radar like ghosts."

Before Pharynx could argue back, the for slammed opened, revealing a panting officer with a terrified look on his face, "General Pharynx! The bombers! They're heading our way!"

"FUCK! GET OUR AIR COLTS INTO THE SKY! NOW!!!" Pharynx bellowed.

"What about Captain Lance Wilson?" the officer asked.

"He has more experience than the rest of us, sent him up too." Pharynx said after thinking about the idea.

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At the airfield, the Changeling pilots were scrambling towards their jets, while the alarm rang throughout the base. Among the F-16As, a new, high-tech looking fighter jet and the human pilot stood at the helicopter LZ. Just a few minutes ago, Once received a letter from General Pharynx requesting Lane's help in the air. Without hesitation Lance immediately sprang into action.

Turns out that the RCAF (Royal Changeling Air Force) had some Sidewinders, external fuel-tanks and at least 2,000 AiM-120s to use, after ten minutes of loading, refueling, and checking, Lance went for sortie. He climbed into the cockpit, placed his helmet, put on his mask, and closed the hatch. Then, in the widened eyes of many Changelings, Lance switched to VTAL mode. The F-35B's engine pointed downward while the fans on the top began to swirl. Within a short amount of time, F-35B slowly rises into the air for at least 500~700 feet before switching back to its regular mode, it immediately shot out like a bullet with the sound of the afterburner, leaving a trail of clouds before disappearing in the skies above.

Quick Slash and Sword Tail quickly started their jest and followed Lance's F-35B, Lance have to keep his speed so the Fighting Falcons could keep up, the rest of the squadron formed in as they flew towards the direction of the enemy bombers. Shorty after the fighters took off, an AWACS also joined the fight, it flew way behind the fighters, providing radar supports for them.

"All units, this is your new Captain speaking, my call sign is 'Whiplash'." Lance said through the radio, "Enter super sonic cruise."

Booms of breaking the sound barrier could be heard outside the jets as they each flew super sonic, but keeping the cruising attitude and the same formation.

"Mage Squadron, attention," After five minutes, the AWACS suddenly spoke, "stay frosty, boogies spotted n the radar 7.8 kilometers at 3 o'clock from where you guys' location. Suspected to be enemy fighter squadron escorting the heavy bombers. Once boogies in sight you're clear to engage."

"Copy that." Lance said before shutting off the radio, "All unit, keep your radios silent, and enter low altitude flight, approach to the enemies, when you have a lock on them, light' em up. Over and out."

The squadron then broke the formation and went down to at least around 100~1,000 meters. That way they can blind the enemy radars.

Meanwhile, at the enemies' perspective...

Cold Blade is piloting his Su-27 Flanker, along with his comrades, by their sides, which they were escorting were Tu-95 heavy bombers. To be honest, he somehow hated this mission. Cold Blade was the most elite pilot under the hooves of Steel Jaw, trained by the General himself, he shot down more than 5 jest of the RCAF and destroyed numerous ground units, his squadron carried the name "Jet Busters". Feared by the RCAF, Cold Blade and the rest of the "Jet Busters" couldn't help but viewing this escorting mission too low for them.

"Ugh, why did Steel Jaw even put us into escorting those noobs?" Silver Teeth, wingman of Cold Blade, complained.

"Don't ask me, I don't give shit about his orders, long as I can shoot down the RCF noobs." Cold Blade snorted. The long years of shooting down planes and gaining victory slowly washed away his cautiousness, letting his pride grow; and that's what got him killed eventually. Silver Teeth, on the other hoof, is more clever and cautious, but sometimes his cautiousness were viewed as fear and often get laughed at by Cold Blade.

"Whatever, just make sure to stay sharp, and yes, I'm talking to you." Silver Teeth said, earning another snort of pride from Cold Blade.

"Shut it, you're just too chicken."

Silver Teeth can only roll his eyes at that. Fucking prideful bastard...

Cold Blade checked his ATGM radar, spotting the RCAF air base up ahead, he had a devious smirk, "Bombers, your targets are 10 miles ahead, 10 o'clock, do your homework while we take the sky." After that he shut off the radio with the Tu-95s and watched them slowly flew towards the enemy air base. Cold Blade then began to feel bored and wondered around, imagining the burning air base with screaming RCAF noobs... Makes life enjoyable just by imagining it.

Suddenly, he felt an icy shiver run down from his spine, he frowned slightly at that. Was something bad gonna happen? Cold Blade snorted at that thought, he's a realist. He couldn't help but feel weird... As if somepony is pointing a gun directly at his head... Unnoticed by him, he IS being radar locked by none-other than Lance himself.

Back to the Mage squadron, Captain Lance saw their distance is closing up, he told the rest of the pilots to turn on their combat radar and prepare to splash the enemies.

"Bombers first, then the fighters, we want them to lose their main objective." Lance said, but in his mind, Lance had already picked his first target; the leading Flanker, who's surprisingly had his radar turned off.

Weird... Lance thought as he gained a radar lock on him. Cold Blade is still bored out and ddi not turn on the warning system, still having absolutely NO idea he's locked on. Until he spotted something bright coming at him at his 9 o'clock...

Before he could even deploy flares, the AiM-120 shredded through his jet's fuel tank, igniting the entire plane, blowing it up in the mid-air. Cold Blade paid his ultimate price of being too prideful. Just a second before Cold Blade's nasty death, he swore he saw the souls of the ones he killed coming right at him, moaning his name full of hatred...

"Fox 3... Splash 1!" Lance said automatically after witnessing the splash, what makes him want to laugh is that his target didn't even move an inch nor deployed any flares. After seeing their captain's first splash, the other pilots decided to rage the battle on. They fired missiles at the Tu-95s, who were dumb enough to try to dodge the missiles, though its flares did managed to fool a couple of Sidewinders, but the numerous missiles coming at them is way too overwhelming. Soon, the bombers were completely wiped out.

The Flankers, on the other hoof, just fled the scene like cowards...

"Mission main objective achieved, requesting return to base." Lance said through the radio that connected to the flight tower back at the base.

"Requesting accepted, you're clear to return and land."

Lance then formed that victory formation with the rest of the Mage Squadron, they roamed over the air base like a parade squadron, the Changelinsg down at the ground cheered for their victory...

However, not everypony was happy about it... A certain Changeling queen is worried sick...

"YOU ARE SAYING THAT HE WENT ON A DANGEROUS MISSION WITHOUT TELLING ME?!" Chrysalis bellowed at Pharynx, who recoiled at hr sudden outburst. he did not dared to challenge his queen's anger at this moment. However, he had this funny feeling inside of him, why is Chrysalis so worried for that human?

The door of the Queen Chamber opened, revealing a Changeling guard, "Your majesty, the Captain has returned and brought here as you requested."

"let him in, I prefer a private conversation with the captain, you too Pharynx." Chrysalis said in an demanding tone. Both Changelings nodded before trotting out quck as possible. While Lance glanced curiously at their expression, he swore he saw Pharynx giving him a sympathetic look before disappearing at the end of the hallway.

He walked into the Throne room, and froze upon seeing the angry queen.

"Uh... Are you feeling well your majesty?" Lance asked, picking his words carefully. However, Chrysalis is clearly not happy with his answer.

"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!" Lance flinched at her outburst, taking a step back, "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!"

"Uh... I... Um... Should go..." he stammered as he slowly back his way towards the door.

"Wait!" he stopped when he heard the queen's cry, "get over here RIGHT NOW."

With a bit of hesitation, he walked over to the queen, he looked up slightly and saw her eyes, which surprised him. Its full of concern and pain.

Before he could ask what's wrong, he was tackled onto his throne by Chrysalis, "Why didn't you tell me you're going out?" she asked softly, but sadly, "You worried me sick..." then she stated to sob slightly against his shoulders. Lance was completely dumbstruck, he is NOT expecting this. But he then relaxed and started to stroke Chrysalis's mane gently.

"I... I t-thought I-I'm going to lose y-you..." she whispered, while sniffing from the tears.

"Hey, hey, I'm here, I'm in one piece, I'm good as ever." Lance whispered back softly.

After 10 minutes or so, Chrysalis calmed down and looked at him with her beautiful yet pained blue eyes, "Lance... Promise me one thing."

"Yes?"

"Before you go one each mission, remember to tell me first... And... don't leave me... Come back safety AND in one piece each time... Promise?" Chrysalis asked as he looked up with me with a sad smile. Lance suddenly felt butterflies swirling in his stomach, he couldn't help but keep his gaze on Chrysalis's beautiful face...

"Lance?" He snapped out of his dream.

"Uh... yeah?" he stammered, face becoming red while Chrysalis giggled.

"Promise me?" she asked.

"Can this answer you?" then he placed his lips upon her's, while Chrysalis's eyes opened in surprise. Lance locked lips with her, she relaxed and let their tongues touch, Chrysalis tasted like chrysanthemum, Lance enjoyed ever moment with Chrysalis. After kissing for another 10 seconds or so, they broke the kiss slowly, Chrysalis is blushing hard.

"So... Are we a... you know..." Lance asked, stammering.

"Yes, we are..." Chrysalis smiled before kissing her new coltfriend again. After a few minutes of romance, Lance figured that it's time for real business. Chrysalis agreed.

"Chrysalis, I here to inform you one thing." Lance said, sounding serious. Chrysalis's expression hardened, "The tank factory of ours is classified, but the enemies found out its location, so..."

"You're telling me..." Chrysalis started, her face in disbelief.

"I'm afraid, we have a spy under our eyes, among us." Lance finished.

The room grew silence after that.