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An F-22 takes off from the airstrip. It flys out of site of the small base. The pilot doesnt know where hes going, or why. He just has to go, its was his orders to take off. They said they were going to tell him what hes doing over the radio after he took off, but it was silet. He contuied to fly, near the end of the nations airspace. He did not know why, they had sent him out here, with out orders except to fly into a direction untill they told him when to stop.

Six hours later.

He taped the fuel gague. He was running low, but he had to keep going, he did not want to return to his nation with out his objective completed. He was also tired. All most falling asleep in the cockpit. He was defitly out of his nations's airspace now, but what nation's was he in?

Bravo - november - uniform - tango

We have an unknown aircraft entering our airspace

Requestining contact

"ok" mumbled captain badger

- The plane was entering world wide allie airspace -

The plane kept flying. He thought about turing off the radio, but decided against it. What if they did order him to do some thing? What if the nation's airspace he was flying in tried to radio him? He listend to the scilence of it all.

"Control scramble 5 jets and try to establish contact" ordered captain badger

* Red sirens alerted throught out central command *

" This is world wide allies control, unidentified aircraft please report your status, repeat unidentified aircraft at FD 91 please report your status" called the control tower

"This is Golf - bravo 99 we are moving to intercept on FD 92 over" replied the young captain from his VF -11

"Intercept asap golf bravo 99"

General badger seemed as if he was in a fixed state of mind , he had this situation many times before, but it was something to do with the date and time, he just couldnt remeber

The pilot looked around the sky, he asumed that if they had noticed him, he would be intercepted soon, he hope he would go unnoticed, but was that what he wanted, he was running low on fuel, and they might let him land, "No." He thought "They will shoot me down."

"This is world wide allies control tower this is your final call, report your status or you will be intercepted" said the tower firmly

"This is golf bravo 99 we will be in an intercept position shortly, report details" said the young captain

"Golf bravo 99 no details yet im afraid but carry on into an intercept position and wait for orders, do not fire until fired upon"

"almost there, hope to recieve orders shortly over"

- General badger, still in a state of trance still couldnt put the pieces together, maybe if the planes intercepted it would come to him ..... -

He keeps flying, not listing to the raido, all most in a trance from lack of sleep, food, and water. He looks at the fuel gauge again. The needle has all most point on empty. He goes back to looking forward, again not listing to the radio.

"They really tick me off when they do this" said The tower controller to general badger

"sorry what do ?" replied general badger coming out of his trance

"erm when they dont reply to radio calls"

"oh yes, we erm, talk to captain weasel and tell him to arm weapons and prepare his men" replied a half awake general badger

"Golf Bravo 99 this is control tower arm weapons and prepare intercept, do not fire until fired upon, i want one on each side of him and 3 behind. Go go go" said the tower to captain weasel and his 4 other pilots

" Golf bravo 99 orders recieved intercepting, he wont know what hit him over" replied captain weasel

"arm up, and get ready" he barked at his fellow pilots

The pilot started to breath heavier. He has a bed of sweet on his face. He felt like he was going to pass out, but he keeped flying. He looked out over the ground below him. He looked back up to the fuel gauge. It was on empty. He got ready for when the plane crashes. He gets ready to press the eject button.

"Target spotted move into formation" Said captain weasel to his pilots

"Ok boys lets find who the hell this is"

-- wwa --

The piolt places a pistol in his holdster. He would try to get as far as he could with what he had left. A red light came on, saying that he was completly out of fuel. THe plane starts to lose altitued. He shouts on the raido "I'm going down!!!" He smashes his hand over the glass of the eject button. The glass part of the plane flys off. His chair shoots him out off the cockpit...

"goddamn it" captain weasel shouted

"this is golf bravo 99 he ejected get some choppers to location fd 92 dammit" he groaned

"Thanks for the assistance golf bravo return to base" replied the tower

"Get 4 uh - 60 helicopters out there fill em wid troops and get them there asap, prepare to take the pilot by force if nesscesary" said the tower

*another red light and siren echoed through world wide allies command*

-- luckily for wwa they had 3 fully loaded uh - 60's on routine exercises just minutes away --

"ah ha i have commanded 3 units very close to the crash site to get us that negative id pilot, we got him this time" said the controller with joy

"good good" replied a non caring general ....

-- thoughts were racing through the generals mind he just couldnt figure out the puzzle --

The pilots parachute opened as he watched his plane crash into falmes on the ground. He landed near a small forest. He gets up, gets out the pistol in his holdster, and pulles back the slid. "All right, stay calm. Remeber what they taught you in survival school." He tries to remember what he learned. The first thing that comes to his mind is a place to stay for the night. He begain to gather some sticks, and begains to build a small raged tiepe like shelter.

Bump

The pilot gets out of the small shelter and destroys it. He looks out and begains to walk. He looks at a compass. He thinks to him self "If I can get to a near by nation, I can...." He contuies to walk in one direction, not looking back. He just keeps walking. He walks north, the closest way out of the nation hes in, he thinks.

The pilot continues to walk. Just looking for any sign of a boreder.

Five hours later.

He sees a road. He begains to follow it, thinking "This must lead to the border."

3 hours later

He sees a border corssing. A big girn appers on the pilots face. He sees a city on the other side. If he can make it pass them he can get back to his nation.

Five Cyberutopian guards mill around the minor border crossing. They spot the pilot, and signal for him to stop.

"Hey, you there! Halt!" One of them calls.

"I think that's a NE Europe patch on his shoulder." One of them says.

"Well, let's see what he has to say." The first one says, and guestures for the pilot to come closer.

"Damn. They've seen me." He mermers quitely "Mabye I should run." He thinks to him self "No. They'll shoot me before I get any where. Mabye I should shoot them." He thinks about the pistol in its holdster. "No. They will have me down before I even pull it out. I guess I will have to talk o them."

He begains to walk to them.

Bump

The pilot makes it to the guards. He looks at their rifles, then back up to them.

"What the hell are you doing in China?" One of them asks the pilot.

"Hold it. Let him tell his own story." The leader says.

"I don't know." The pilot tells him the truth, he really doesnt know why they sent him out or why they did not radio him.

Bump cuse Cyberutopia is on

OOC: Wow. That got knocked off the page very quickly. :?

Bump(Come on)

"Oh. You're from NE Europe, right? Come with us, we'll get you back to your country." The leader told him.

((Man, I hate the invalid session problem! It takes me an hour to post one thing now!))

"Ok." He says. Then he thinks to him self "Shoulnt they be at least a little curiouse of a pilot walking to a border?"

OOC: ME too. :x

"So, tell us, what happened to your leading here?"

((They interrogate people in a much more casual fashion.))

"I don't think I should tell you that." He says.

"You're going to be questioned anyway." The leader warned. "We don't just let downed pilots go without finding why they're here. That's just stupid."

"I don't know why I'm here. They jsut told me, fly that way. And I did so." He says.

"Hmm." The leader says with a thoughful frown. "Well, we're going to have to ask NE Europe about this."

"Fine. Just where are you taking me?"

((I honestly don't know where they'd take him. :? :oops: ))

OOC: Ok. Mabye you should take him to your superior.

"We're taking you to the commander of this part of the border for the moment." The leader said, leading the pilot further on.

The pilot just followed him, not saying any thing, a bed of sweet rolling down his face as he walks.

Bump cuze Cyberutopia is on.

((No need to bump, really. I just use egosearch.))

The border guards walk the pilot into a bunker, and the leader walks into a seperate room. He comes out after a few minutes.

"You can go in now." The guard tells him.

OOC: Ok.

IC: He remebers the pistol in its holdster "If worse came to worse, I could all ways use it, right?" He thinks to him self. The pilot walks into the room, still sweeting.

"Sit down, son." A grizzled-looking man says from a chain behind a modest desk. "I've got a few questions for you. One. Where did you get that flight suit?"

He sits down in a chair infront of the desk. "I'm a pilot sir." He says "Thats how I got it."

"I know you're a pilot, that's obvious. What I'm really getting at is, are you really a NE Europe pilot?"

He looked down, worried that he might say some thing that he wasnt sapossed to, then when if he returns he would be punished for it. "Yes I am." He says.

The commander could tell the pilot wasn't lying. He had years of experience with punks who though that just because they ripped a flight suit off a pilot, they could get past the guards.

"Alright. I've been told that you didn't know why you were sent out here. What kind of a bulls--- story is that?"

"Its a true story, sir." He says "They said they were going to radio me and give me instructions then. But the instructions never came, so I kept flying in one direction, like they told me too."

The commander decides to test the young pilot further.

"I've been told you have no idea why you're here. What kind of a bulls--- story is that?" He asks him, giving him a fierce glare.

"I don't know why I'm here. The plane ran out of fuel and crashed. I just headed North after that. Thats how I ended up here." He says.

The commander steepled his fingers before him. Now the real questions would begin.

"I see. Nothing odd with your plane, perhaps something for recon use?"

"It was just a normal F-22. Nothing else." He says.

OOC: Cyberutopia, you there?

((totaly OOC: I'm sorry for spamming your thread... but I can't help myself. The title of this thread... just sounds so wrong! *snickers* that's all... sorry again *hides*))

OOC: Its ok. I know. I coulnt think of any thing else. :oops:

((I HATE INVALID SESSION!))

"Alright. Do you know what countries you flew over?"

Bump, bump to the roof! Or something...

OOC: Sorry.

IC: "I don't know where I flew over."

"Alright." The commander said, sounding a little exasperated. "We'll let you off easy. Go to the airport, there'll be a plane to take you back to NE Europe."

'It's obvious we aren't gonna get anything outta this one.' He thought to himself.

"Ok Sir." The pilot says quitely.

OOC: I've just gone through some thing really hard. I'm not going to be on NS for a while.

((Um...alright. *is mildly concerned*))