The Last Flight

Soarin`s story

The mission was simple escort the bomber group to sector seven and return home, but everything is easier said than done, but Soarin knew he and his squad of veteran fighter pilots could take care of this. He was preparing his fighter, checking his ammo supply, making sure everything would work properly, and checking the amount of fuel he had in his tank`s. This was an ordinary day for him, escorting bombers and such but he felt a unpleasant feeling in his stomach, something bad was going to happen. He brushed the feeling away thinking that everything would be fine. Spitfire walked over to the hanger his plane was in front of. It was two hours before they both had to depart on a mission.

"Aye Soarin. You gettin ready for a mission?" She laughed softly as he jumped surprised by the sudden disturbance. He stopped working on his plane and looked at her.

"Yup and I’m almost ready. What about you? Don’t you have a mission today?"

“I do indeed me and Dash is flying our bomber into the factory sectors today. We plan on hitting some rough spots, but other than a few we should come home unscaved." She spoke smiling.

He was escorting there bomber group today.

“Well I guess I’ll have the pleasure to escort you ladies into there." After that comment she looked confused. He explained.

"I got order`s to escort a bomber group into sector seven and after hearing you explain that’s your mission. Well I just guessed that I’m escorting you into there."

She realized that and smiled.

“I think you might just do that, now I can relax now knowing that some rookie won’t get us killed out there."

He laughed a little. "Yea I guess so, but how are you?"

She yawned.

"I’m good just little tired from who knows what, but I’ll sleep it off when we are airborne."

"Good be well rested who knows what could happen out there... "

"Yea...."

"Remember the team..." He looked at her.

"Yea ha-ha me, you, Rapidfire, Misty, Blaze, Fire Streak, Fleetfoot, Lightning Streak, Silver Lining, Surprise, and Wave Chill... what happened to them... you know after this war started."

He spoke sadly knowing not all of them made it through the entire war. ".... Lightning Streak, and Silver Lining were in my squad... they got shot down two weeks ago. Fire Streak is still in my squad along with Rapidfire, and Blaze. They are my wingmen. I don’t know anything about the others, haven’t heard from them in a while."

Hearing her friends died hurt her inside she was shocked, but still spoke.

"Neither have I... But wow Streak and Lining gone... Why wasn’t I informed."

She looked at him obviously upset.

"You never asked.... But I’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. But I have to keep getting ready. Sorry Spitfire but.... "

She took the hint that he wasn’t ready for the mission and nodded.

"Okay I guess I will see you up in the sky... Like old time`s... “She laughed a little.

"Yea but this time we are in birds of war. See ya up there."

She stood there and looked at him. It surprised him when she darted at him. He was hit with a hug and her breathing was warm as it went down his back and she spoke softly.

"Soarin, I don’t want you to end up like Streak, or Lining please just promise me you will come home..."

Shocked by what she said he promised and hugged back. "Okay Spitfire I promise... You won’t lose me too okay now I really have to get ready... I will see you in the sky."

She backed off and looked at him, nodded and walked away. He went back to work on his plane and thought of his friends. Dash, and Spitfire were the only ones he heard from anymore. For all he knew the others were gone, shot down somewhere over the land that they called Equestria. It pained him to think like that but it wouldn’t leave his thoughts. When he was finished fixing the all his hydraulics, he climbed inside his cockpit he looked at his instruments and the picture on that was on the right side of cockpit. It had Spitfire and Dash on it. The two stood in front of their bomber and both were smiling. He didn’t really talk to Dash before the war but when it started they grew on each other. They were best friends and as he thought about them his radio crackled he jumped and finished checking his instruments as the commander spoke.

“Okay Soarin get you men ready you guys are to meet up with the bomber group in the sky in one hour. Take off now and meet up with them at the rally point.”

He picked up the radio “Got it boss “he switched channels and told his squad to group up for takeoff on the runway. Once they were all there, they started taking off two at a time. The plane shook as he pulled up, He was the first off the runway and his wingmen followed close behind.  They circled the airfield a couple times so they could get formed up and headed out to the rally point. He was off to war.