Sortie After Sortie, The tale concludes....

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'...Pilot Jonh Keats? Your flying out of formation! Get back in line
dammit!' Keats jumped awake. He quickly glanced down at the navi
panel and corrected the corse, he must of knocked the auto pilot
switch to the 'off' posistion, he sighed, and finished the drink.
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He saw the lasers momentarily flicker across his hull, several
narrowly missing him, others, severely. Keats blinked a few times,
and steadied the cross hairs. His opposing pilot was clearly a
rookie, he was swirving to predictably to of seen active combat
before. The targeter signalled a 97.23% hit chance on the shot, which
hit home, tearing off the opposing pilots port wing, knocking it into
a spin keats knew they wouldnt get out of. He glanced at his scanner,
no other ship seemed to be paying him any attention. John turned his
attention to the death Jar, something appeared to be coming towards
him, the scanner identified it as a friendly unit. Keats strained his
eyes but couldnt make it out 'Hmm, no worries, probably a bit of
ship' he said out loud, to noone. He yawned, his 'Caffey Apple' drink
had no real effect to his numbed nerves, he was a cold person when
behind the stick. He looked his scanner, and sighed, the bhattle was
drifting away from him 'Wonder how the other Keats is doing' he
mutterd, he looked up, the object was just right infront of him
now 'What the Fu...' The female Keats lifeless and bloodied face hit
the front screen smack on, caving in her nose. keats rjumped in his
seat, knocking the stearing stick sharply, causing him to go into a
roll, the face just sat there in the windscreen, lifeless, keats hit
the auto-pilot button, unbuckled himself, stood up and ran straight
into a low lying ship girder, giving him a serious headache as well
as lying him flat on his back, he blinked...
Keats had just pulled off the biggest aviational heist around, the
migs engines freshly re-started and all systems were ah-okay. His
flight path hed planned took him meters over the Nelson Memorial and
a 15 minute flight to an old air base left over from WW2 near a small
village called Leighterton. He smiled, 'what a present' he thought to
himself, as he pulled off a loop. The archaic plane handled like a
dream, easily barrell rolling and looping over the green contryside.
He landed, smooth and textbook, like the 400 he'd done on TIR
simulators, There, Frank... and the other one came to meet him. Frank
snaped off a photo of Keats, flight suit and sunglasses, infront of
the Metal Beast. Keats smiled again, the other guy came up to him,
Keats looked into his face and saw...
'KEATS!!! dammit... KEATS MAN!!! <static> Arghh!' Keats awoke
suddenly, his head throbbed with pain. 'whaa?' Jacks voice crackled
through the piece again.. '<crackle> Keats man! im.. im hit, big
time... i cant do this piloting thing.. please respond...<static>'
Keats scrambled to his feet and to the comms unit 'JACK! come in,
over?' 'Oh boy, am i glad to here you, what are you doing, taking a
nap? anyway, im in serious shit here, im a few clicks to your
starboard, please hel...<static>' Keats jumped into the pilots seat ,
flipping off the auto pilot and steadying his ship. He searched the
scanner for Jack, he was about a 15 second jaunt to his
right 'Keats... MY controls are screwed, i cant do anything with
them!' Keats thought quickly through the senario.. only one idea
stood out 'Jack, get into a space suit, AND your armour, and strap
into your seat, this is gonna be risky....'
Keats activated the drilling laser on the ship, used to bore into
heavy armour and asteroids, he turned off the auto targeter and aimed
precisly into the base of the ship 'Strap in dude, and as soon as its
done, jump in' 'But how will I...' 'Trust me, youl know...' the
beamed was activatred for less than a second, but that was probably
to much, the short range drilling laser hacked through the ship
easyly, keats rammed the base of his ship into Jacks and opend the
underside Air lock.. and waited... The alarm system was starting to
piss him off, he closed the air lock and put all power to speed. An
explosion from Jacks ship sent Keats own into a tumble, but that was
easily overcome by automatic stabilisers. Keats, however, fell
unconcious from the sheer G-Force created.
Keats was walking with Frank and the other one, towards a bar no
less! He orderd a round of Uley for his friends, and sat down, Keats
was looking at Frank, then, he turned to the other... he recognised
him now... it was..
'JACK!' Keats woke up to Jacks slapping, the armour and suit must of
dampened the G's created, and now, Jack was awaking Keats. 'Jack...
it was you man... it was you...' Jack stood back, 'What was
me..' 'Cant you remember your childhood?' Jack strained witht he
thought 'Keats.. You know.. ever since that accident, my memorys been
patchy.. Phoenix Fire helped it, all i remember is a large town
tho..' Keats looked at him.. and only one phrase could stand out
now... 'Heres looking at you kid...'
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OOC0 well, im off to South Africa To represent my country in rugby,
so, might not be able to get on for a while.. depends! ciao