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Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

Ryan Lungfirst was aware that at least one of the dog fighters below him could probably reach his altitude, even if they wouldn’t have much maneuverability once they reached it. They were customized planes. He had half expected the group to break formation before he broke radio silence. Unfortunately, they not only held their relatively low altitude formation but their leader ordered him to join it.

“…He didn’t get to see my plane…” Lungfirst mumbled to himself, silently cursing the headwind that had made him late. He didn’t dare explain his craft’s specialized features over the open airwaves. He just had to hope that his temporary comrades were observant enough to detect how vulnerable he was at low altitude. Then he had an idea of how to fix that.

He clicked his radio to transmit. “10-4. Out.” His muffled voice was flat and unenthused but a discerning ear might have noticed an edge of worry under the professionalism.

He pushed the nose of his XB-35-M4 into a measured descent, pacing it so that he would match altitude and pass the formation 200 feet in front of the Iron Jackson. Then he would drop back behind and rise to join the formation smoothly from beneath. He didn’t like fancy flying but these other pilots needed to know how different his plane was from theirs without discussing it over the radio in uncertain airspace. This way, they could all get a good view from below and then from above. Hopefully that would answer questions without them having to be asked. And, if one of them was a scanner, they’d have a perfect opportunity to get an accurate and detailed readout on the Long-Dive.

There was one other matter too. He couldn’t fit on the Iron Jackson’s six unless the other two moved. His wingspan was almost as wide as their entire formation at present. He could come in at the back, and that would be his target location, if the other two pilots didn’t loosen up the formation, since he had no intention of ramming them.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 I see. Seeing that... I'd be more worried about what wounded it... and how close it might still be.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Heh, thanks. But, a bunny farm isn't exactly what I had in mind. Still, I'll be watching that closely for reference.

Thanks for the clarification. So other beasts can typically go from being normal to being Alpha. Could the blessing of a goddess enhance or alter their form to grant power/strength/speed/abilities?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 So it might be possible for Horned rabbits, so long as they follow those rabbit behaviors. Without confirmation from you, I wouldn't plan that kind of thing though.

On a separate note, are goblins the only creatures in this world with drastic evolution potential?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Interesting... Are there corresponding skills for other creatures as well? For example, a spider queen or alpha horned rabbit of a warren?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 If a character were to dominate/manipulate/bond-with an alpha wolf would they then gain indirect control of the wolves under that alpha's leadership?

Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

It had been a smooth flight, in spite of some delay due to a headwind. A small bazaar with a long airstrip in the suburbs around old Minneapolis had given him a modest deal on fuel and he had even had a lucky find, a P-90 rigged with a pulse laser attachment. Pity it lacked the necessary power pack. Still, it had a couple magazines and one was even full. That was a hundred shots if he got into a crazy tight spot. Ryan Lungfirst hoped that he would never need to use it.

The meeting place was coming up fast, but he knew that he was running behind schedule, so he maintained altitude instead of descending. He searched the sky below him until he saw it, a small group of planes that were on an exit vector from the meeting place. He was late for the meeting, yes, but not late for the job. He adjusted his course slightly to match the direction of the other planes and continued at his cruising speed until he closed the remaining distance. He was still high above the other planes and behind them as his shadow slipped forward until it drifted across first one and then another of them to settle over the canopy of the Iron Jackson. It was then that Ryan Lungfirst broke radio silence with a steady voice muffled by his altitude mask.

“Long-Dive to Iron Jackson. Holding at 6 O-Clock high.”

There wasn’t that much more for him to say. He didn’t know who the other pilots were or even the full details of the job. But, he did know his plane. Lungfirst was not inclined to be overconfident but he had long since learned not to be nervous or worried. Those states of mind made it easier to panic and panic is a killer.

Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

@ShiningSector Indeed, I am. And I'm mostly done. Not too much to this intro but it's hard to make a long and elaborate entrance without getting within a more reasonable distance.

Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

@RumikoOhara That looks like it could be one beast of a dogfighter.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 No offense taken. Though I would like your opinion on the simplified development path. Requirements for the various steps and other details have been left out because I thought it would work better if you balanced that aspect.