Japonies (by Plane bro)

>You are Miyabi Sora, an A6M5 type zero model 52 constructed in an factory on your homeland. A volcanic island south east of equestria called Japone
>There are talks of international conflict between borders along equestrian waters and Japonies waters, as well as the stress of the oil embargo from equestria things are not looking up.
>With all this stress, your nation strikes out An attack on an equestrian harbour, "cupcake harbour" declaring war between the two.
>Following these actions, you are shipped out on a carrier to a small island to aid with the defence of your nation, an island called Iwo Jima and your first day is about to begin.
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>The morning begins with a briefing bellow deck in the carrier, the objective to simply take of and land back down again on airfield number one on Iwo Jima.
>she begins by packing her only bag with the bare necessities she needs, oil and a few tools along with an extra belt of ammunition.
"might as well check out who my wingman is while i'm here and ready"
>she talks to herself, heading over to the wingman information office checking down a list on the wall
"Miyabi, Miyabi, Miyabi..."
>she searches down the long list soon finding her name
>the list states " Miyabi Sora, A6M5 type zero fighter to be paired up with Akio, N1k shiden kai"
>she sighs heavily knowing all too well about the large egos of the N1Ks
>feeling not at all happy about who she might have to put up with she heads on down to the carriers canteen
>the canteen itself is really quite small and cramped but at least it was functional to some degree.
>she heads over to the serving table looking at what there is to eat today
"oil,oil,oil,oil,oiloiloiloiloil!...great"
>she unenthusiastically picks up one of the bowls sitting slightly squashed in on an empty table enjoying her own company
>A couple of minutes later she is disturbed by a fellow plane pony sitting besides her, she pays little attention to him being there playing with her bowl
>"hey" he states expecting a response from her only for her to look at him and nod silently
>"well hi to you to. what seems to be jamming your gears so bad"
"i'm fine, can you not see that i sat alone for a reason!"
>they both sit there silently for a moment a shroud of awkwardness surrounding them both
"...sorry, didn't mean to sound like a jerk. I just checked my wingman and its sort of stupid"
>"yea yea i know what that feels like. i just checked my wingman and it doesn't look to pretty, no offence but i cant stand you Zeros"
"thanks, now look who's being the jerk"
>"just talking my mind. I'm Akio by the way"
"oh dear god why..."
>she groans hitting her head onto the table.
"someone disassemble me right now"
>she hits her head on the table a few more times, denting it slightly
>"what's your problem?"
"you! you are my problem and my wingman unfortunately"
>he laughs at her
>"me? Your wingman? you have to be Miyabi Sora then, i knew you where a looker when i saw your name next to mine"
>he continues laughing to himself as she scowls back at him, pushing backwards causing him to fall of the bench and onto the floor
>"you scratched my paint job you!...its a good thing i dont hit girls...but i do hit bitches!"
>he grabs her right wing forcing her to get thrown to the ground, she yelps as she falls
"i'll fucking kill you"
>"yea!"
"yea!"
>at this point everyone who was in the canteen is now watching the two of them go at each other
>the two start pushing into each other throwing each other around on the floor, Akio's heavier build making it hard for Miyabi to do much back as she gets thrown around into another table.
>suddenly every other plane in the room stands up straight looking forwards.
>"BOTH OF YOU IN MY OFFICE NOW!"
>Akio and Miyabi freeze up, looking over to see the operations leader standing at the canteen entrance face filled with anger
>as he angrily walks out and down to his office the both of them quickly get up ignoring each other, following him as swiftly as they can. Miyabi holing her wing and limping slightly behind.
>both Akio and Miyabi squeeze into the operation leaders office, both of them standing as best they can trying to look formal like the fight never happened.
>the operations leader himself is a Ki-45 toryu who is right now sitting behind is his large chair still visibly angry.
>"would you two like to be dissembled back into your original parts because there is nothing in the rules that say i cant!"
>"no sir" they both reply simultaneously
>"would you like to be scrubbing down our carrier instead then!"
>"sir, no sir" they repeat again both of them trying to hide their fear of what he could do to them.
>"you two are just damn near lucky we need all the planes we can get. otherwise if it where up to me i'd recycle all your gears till you couldn't move then throw you overboard!"
>they both continue to stand there starring straight ahead feeling his eyes stab at them like daggers
>"if i ever have to deal with this again i'll personally see to it that you get written of as scrap and thrown in a compactor, now get out! we'll be reaching your new station soon enough so i can get rid of you"
>they are both quick enough to leave his office closing the door behind them
"have fun fixing that paint job jerk"
>"you have fun fixing that hole in your wing paper plane"
>they both split of walking opposite ways down the corridor dreading when they have to fly together
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>Miyabi sits in her bunk with a metal sheet and a few common tools
>now she begins piecing together the small hole left in her right wing with the small piece of metal and the aid from the tools
"paper plane...I'LL SHOW HIM A FUCKING PAPER PLANE!"
>she shouts launching a screwdriver across the small room, sighing afterwards
>her small repairs go on for another 10 minutes before the small hole is patched up and smoothed out again just like new except for the different colour of the metal contrasting with her already painted wing
>she begins checking her control surfaces for damage
"ailerons check, rudder check, elevators check, landing flaps...come on!"
>trying all she can, she can not seem to move them like something is jamming them
"forget it i can fly without them just fine anyway"
>she rests back into her bunk, resting for the couple of hours she has left.
>across the carrier in another small room sits Akio tenderly repainting his wings
>"fucking zeros" he mutters to himself as he finishes painting over any damage making himself look relatively new
>he begins now to remove any scratches he can beginning with a big on under his belly,this only taking him a few minutes.
>he finishes fixing but mainly fixes his appearance staring at himself in a mirror.
>"damn, just as good as new again"
>he looks around making sure no one is in sight as he begins flexing checking himself out
>"damn i do look good"
>he continues this for a few good minutes before laying down in his bunk himself relaxing and not looking forward to his next flight.
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>the couple of hours pass agonisingly slowly for both Miyabi and Akio
>both of them preferring not to leaves there rooms as they double check then triple check that they have their small amount of belonging and a couple of extra belts of 20mm cannon rounds just in case
>the alarm of the ship sounds for all stationed planes to begin making there way to the take-off deck atop of the carrier.
>Miyabi with a small bit of relief quickly makes her way up to the carrier deck, the island of Iwo Jima within plain sight no more than 20 kilometres away.
>the sun shining high over head and conditions for flying couldn't get any better, only a nice cool sea breeze flowing over over her wings
>suddenly she realises who she has to fly next to the entire way, and she right away forgets about the perfect conditions and easy flight
>she stands ready at the end of the carrier waiting for her wingman Akio to show, and he does a few seconds after unfortunately for her
"ready to get this transfer flight over with"
>she says gritting her teeth and forcing a smile
>"yea, just dont take up all the room on the runway with that ass"
>he chuckles slightly but Miyabi's face fills with a little anger and she forces herself to keep her mouth shut and her hooves from accidentally going and planting themselves into his face
"l-lets just line up with the others for take-off already..."
>the take of procedure begins, the front row and second row of D3A1s shoot forwards taking off at the other end of the carrier
>next the row of A6M3 fighters follow
>and last of all the two fighters at the end. Miyabi and Akio who begin to accelerate down and of the runway
>Akio struggling a little to prevent himself from crashing into the ocean because of his heavy weight and lack of speed on take-off
>Miyabi having no trouble at all at taking-off because of her much lighter and smaller frame
"it would be such a shame if you got your shitty paint job wet Akio, or maybe you should lose a little weight"
>she shouts down from above him performing an aileron roll
>"y-yea, you just shut it Miyabi OK!"
>he manages to pick up his speed enough to join flight next to her.
>"i might be slow on take-off but im much faster and better in a climb than you and you know it"
"speed doesn't mean anything when you can do turns like these"
>she pulls up and over then around and under him back to her original position
>"phfff whatever, its not like i even need some fancy turns anyway"
>he rolls his eyes slightly trying to shake of the fact that she is better at something than he is but Miyabi picks up on what the is doing and giggles to herself
>they now both begin getting closer and closer to Iwo Jima as the beaches then two of the three airfields come into view. now about a measly twelve kilometres out
>the distance closes quickly, distant hangars now more recognisable as well as all of the barracks
>pillboxes are littered across the beaches all around the island every 400 metres or so, behind each pillbox two AAA batteries  to defend against air threats.
>Miyabi and Akio remaining silent to each other as they scan over the island themselves waiting for the D3A1s and other type zeros to land before they begin with their decent.
“I hope you’re as good with your landing as you where with your take of, it would be such a shame for you to lose a wing and ruin your pretty boy paint job”
>she says sarcastically kicking her throttle way down
>”I’ve never had a bad landing in my career so hope all you want, I’m not losing a wing today”
>he sticks his tongue out at her, kicking back his throttle to
>the two of them now almost gliding down perfectly in line with the main runway
>Akio lowers his landing flaps, preventing himself from reaching his stall speed and increases his drag. He notices that she has not put hers down yet
>”anytime around now would be a good idea to put your flaps down sweet”
“can you just shut it I’m not your sweet!…they’re not working anyway something is jamming them”
>he chuckles at her and they both stick their hooves down ready for contact with the ground
>first to touch down is Akio he slides along the runway for a second before pulling down on his breaks quickly losing his speed making a textbook landing
>Miyabi on the other hand touches down just after him, he speed still a little too high as she cascades down the runway bouncing up and down, on and off the runway.
>her frustration leads her to force herself to stick to the ground with her elevators but this only causes her to lose her balance and flip over. She slams down head over hooves and spinning scraping her wings, tail and fuselage across the runway before coming to a stop groaning.
>a group of maintenance unicorns are quick to check the runway is safe before running out over to her, checking for any oil leaks and possible critical damage. Her control surfaces basically ruined and all jammed up now
>all the other planes currently on the runway look over and keep their distance, except for Akio who walks over standing next to her
>”look who’s good with their landings, also you got a little scratch just…well all over”
>he teases her kicking a small piece of her elevator that has broken of and on the floor
“I’m going to k-kill you so m-many times”
>”of course you will”
>he walks of whistling a tune as Miyabi gets lifted by the unicorns to a repair hangar of the side of the runway.
>she gets strung up by a winch on the ceiling of the hangar making the repair job easier for the unicorns but making her feel awkward not being able to move
>they begin replacing parts where necessary, doing checks to all gears and working on dents in the body work. The engineers constantly moaning about having to fix planes all day
>” can you believe these planes , its like we’re just servants for them or something.”
“hey I can hear you jerk, so why don’t you stop talking before I squish you into the ground”
>all the unicorns laugh at her making her feel uncomfortable
>”don’t get so worked up missy. Because we might just leave you hung up here all night”
>they all chuckle now talking between each other
“you wouldn’t dare leave me up here”
>”I think you’ll find we will and can… come on guys lets go get something to eat”
>they start packing up their tools stacking them against the wall and a few of them leave already
“come on! I’m going to tell the head engineer about this if you don’t let me down!”
>”alright, you do that because I am the head engineer.”
>he smirks patting her on the belly before heading out and flicking the lights in the hangar off, the loud “clunk” of the door closing making her feel isolated and alone.
>hours and hours pass as she hangs alone in the hangar, the only think keeping her busy is testing her new control surfaces over and over again the pitch blackness inside the hangar putting her on edge every time she hears a noise just outside and the draft making it unbearable to rest.
“what did I do to deserve this shit”
>she sighs and then suddenly the back door to the hangar slams open and the lights flicker on.
>” don’t worry my damsel is distress I have come to save thee from thy prison cell!”
>the sudden slamming of the door and outburst from whom ever it was causes her to shout from shock not really understanding what the heck was going on.
>”whoa, chill out its only me your saviour and your wingman”
>her face turns from shock and confusion to rage filled fury
“YOU IMBICILE DON’T FUCKING DO THAT, TAKE YOUR SAVIOUR AND DAMSEL SHIT AND SHOVE IT IN YOUR COCKPIT! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”
>she violently shakes in the harness she is being held in trying to break free of it
>”its nice to see you to Miyabi…but, I wasn’t the one that crashed”
>he chuckles walking around to stand in front or where she is hanging
“I c-crashes because you damn broke my flaps on the carrier jerk!”
>”probably true…but I wasn’t the one who started the fight”
“yes you where!”
>“no I wasn’t”
“YES! You where”
>no, I wasn’t
“YES!”
>”NO!”
“YES!”
>”NO”
“YES!”
>”YES!”
“NO!”
>”got you”
>he laughs watching her grit her teeth at him
“would you kindly flip over and die!”
>” as much as id like to do that and make you happy I think I’ll pass on that”
“h-how unfortunate you’d look a lot better if you did!”
>”shhh~ no more shouting, just calm down I’m only having a little fun is all. “
“YOU might be having fun but you making it a living hell for me!”
>”oh come on we’re having fun together”
“we sure as hell are not Akio, now stop being useless and lower me out of this harness so I can pound your face into the ground”
>he scoffs
>”the last think I’ll do is let you down if your going to be so bitchy”
“fine…”
>she sighs
“could you let me down”
>she says in a calmer manner grinding her gears together trying not to get too worked up again
>”let me down what….”
>he teases her walking over and standing by the winch controls
“don’t be a jerk”
>”hey, I’m only asking you to say it nicely. I promise I’ll let you down after.
“you better not be fucking with me”
>”wouldn’t dream of it”
>he winks at her chuckling and she glares at him back
“would you p-pl-please…let me down”
>she cringes as she says those words, and as Akio said he begun slowly lowering her back down to the ground
>when Miyabi finally touches the ground again she begins to slowly undo the clamps that had held her up in the air
>”so we’re cool now, right?”
>he walks back over to her
“cool enough, for now…”
>she thinks up an idea smirking slightly
“hmm… you know Akio, this hangar might be empty for a whiles longer”
>he raises and eyebrow curiously
>”yea so? What are you getting at?
“oh you know…”
>she steps one step closer to him, Akio being made to feel slightly uncomfortable as he stands motionless and as she raises her hoof up and gently caresses the top of his left wing
>”w-what are you d-doing…”
>she silences him putting her hoof to his mouth gently smiling right at him
“you know what I’m doing…and I want you to do it”
>she giggles stepping even closer to him putting a hoof around the back of his cockpit(neck) licking her lips
>”Miyabi… I …”
>he closes his eyes slowly leaning his head forwards going in to kiss her
>their lips only inches apart when Akio takes a hammer blow to the side of his head knocking him out cold onto the hangar floor
“now we’re cool”
>she laughs, tossing the hammer to the floor behind her and making her way out the hangars back door closing it behind her
>as she leaves the back of the hangar she looks up to the clear night sky, taking in a deep breath and then exhaling
>she starts to slowly walk down past the back of the rows of different maintenance hangars a small smile on her face
>but she cant help but feel a little sorry for smashing her wingman in the head but she pushes that thought to the back of her mind
>making her way over across the main airfield she decides to head of to the barracks so she can maybe catch up on some rest in a more comfortable environment
>searching along the long corridors of the large barracks made for the plane ponies she checks the names along the top of each room
>a few minutes later she comes up to a door with not one, but two names above it
"of god~"
>she groans opening the door seeing two bunks on either side of the small room, one for her and another for her impudent wingman who is currently sleeping on the floor of a hangar
>as she sits on the edge of her reinforced bed she holds her head in her hooves, a feeling of guilt coming back to her
"m-maybe i was a bit mean to him"
"maybe i was being a bitch like he said"
>she sighs talking her mind and making herself comfortable on her bunk, questioning herself as she slowly drifts to sleep.
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>Miyabi is woken up the following morning by her wingman Akio blundering into the room causing her to sit up quickly
"Akio..."
>he walks past her ignoring with a hoof held to the side of his head
"hey dude... hello?
>"shut it"
>she stands up behind him
"we can talk about this"
>he turns around looking visibly pissed of at her
>"like hell we will, why do you have to be so damn stuck up"
"i-i didnt mean it"
>"didnt mean what. to smash the side of my head an put me down cold, of course you didn't"
>he puffs as she looks down at the ground
"i really am sorry..."
>"sure~ you are, why don't you hit me again to show me how sorry you are"
"dude come on stop it. i'm not joking i swear i really am-sorry"
>she looks back up her face confirming to him that she is indeed not joking
>"alright, but you still had no right to do that. i dont care how pissed of you where"
"i know, i know"
>they both stand there in awkward silence looking everywhere but at each other
"sooo~ i didn't dent anything did i?"
>"no..i'm fine structurally"
>again there is another big gap of silence before Miyabi speaks up
"want to start over, like forget all the stuff before...?"
>Akio thinks for a second
>"sure, sure"
>he holds his hoof out towards her and she does the same as they both shake hooves.
>"why don't we go and get some fuel to drink at the bar? get rid of this bad vibe"
"err-sure i don't mind. you lead the way i guess"
>he smiles a little as he leads out of the small room brushing past her and she follows behind, the two walking through the barracks
>"so wingman"
>he chuckles
>"why don't you finally tell me something about yourself"
"there's not much to tell"
>"doubt it, you just don't want to tell me is that it?"
"no thats not it. just, what's more to tell apart from being constructed on a mass factory line. there are probably hundreds more exactly like me anyway"
>"true, but i've met enough zeros like you that dot act the same as you do. like the hitting and all, thats new"
>he laughs and she unenthusiastically laughs back
"yea~ funny..."
>"just trying to start a conversation is all"
"well maybe when i get some more fuel in me i'll perk up a bit"
>"thats the spirit"
>they push there way past all the other planes moving around and eventually reach the only bar on the small island
>its quite large considering it has to accommodate the plane ponies as well as regular unicorn, pegasi and earth ponies
>as the two of them enter the place is absolutely packed and filled with fumes making the whole insides seem so much darker
>they wade through a number of planes and ponies to get up front to the bar
"maybe it wasn't worth coming here, its so packed in here
>"ahh its not that bad, just adds to the environment around here"
"with all the exhaust in here im surprised it doesn't kill the environment around here"
>they both share a laugh as Akio signals the barkeep for a couple of vials of fuel and they get slid down along moments later, Akio stopping them both pushing one towards her
>"drink up then, dont want you being grumpy all day because we have a patrol to do later"
"shut up..wingman"
>she laughs drinking down the fuel
>a couple of noisy and loud hours pass
>shot the two of them happily drinking down fuel
“dude come on no more, I’m going to combust”
>”don’t be such a lightweight”
>he chuckles pushing her one more small shot glass of fuel
“…ugh”
>she counts to 3 in her head taking it down quickly sputtering slightly
“ok…ok, that’s enough man seriously, I’ve got enough to run for like a complete day now jeez”
>they both laugh slightly buzzed from the excessive amounts of fuel in their systems
“I need to burn some of this off. Whens our patrol start?”
>” err…it starts at 1800 so we have about 10 before we need to take-off”
“good, gives us time to slow walk there. Last thing I want is to be late and get shouted at…again”
>they both hop up off their seats slowly making their way out into the mid-day sun.
>”although the first time we got shouted at was…”
“yea, yea my fault whatever I get it jerk”
>she pushes his side jokingly, the two of them making it from the bar to the runway in good time
>”hey Miyabi… check out these guys coming in?”
>she turns her head spotting not one or two but three foreign fighters two of them are Messerschmitt 109-k4s and the one behind the two a Focke wulf 190 D-13
>the three fighters zoom across the runway past them their loud engines making a few heads turn as they come to a perfect and refined landing
“sweet emperor those guys sound bad as ever”
>he nods his head in agreement too busy watching them taxi along the runway
“come on we still have a patrol to get started by the way”
>she kicks his side regaining his attention again
>”yea, right got it”
>they both line up on the secondary runway that crosses with the main runway
>”why’d you think those planes are here for”
“probably some high command crap like usual”
>a pony on the side of the runway gives them the signal to take-off as they both kick up their throttle gaining speed taking off simultaneously
>they begin to stick next to each other as they climb at a steady 10 degrees before reaching 1000m and begin to make a wide circle around the island
“at least spotting conditions are good out”
>she says trying to spark a conversation
>”conditions are alright I guess. I like flying at night better”
“that’s dumb how are you suppose to see anyplane coming at you”
>”just keep your eyes open real good and its easy enough, its not like its easy for anyone to spot you either”
“whatever, we’re just two different plane, I like day you like night not a bad thing either way”
>he nods back and after a few entire circles around the island more of those foreign planes coming into sight
“dude look over there, you see those?”
>” yea I got them in sight”
>the two alter their route heading towards the unfamiliar planes
“sure are coming in fas…oh crap!”
>one of them fly’s right past her side causing her to start descending into a spin
“crap, crap, crap, crap!”
>she continues to spin around and around slowly getting closer to the ground
>Akio recovers from the near miss, checking his wingman’s position only to see her out of control of herself
>he dives down ignoring the previous near miss
>”need a hoof with this”
“what do… you think…idiot!”
>he waits for the right moment and kicks her tail up pointing her nose down as she picks up speed in a dive allowing her to regain control
“god damn…”
>visibly shaken up somewhat she makes her own way back down in for a landing followed shortly by Akio.
>”Miyabi you alright, you’re not damaged are you”
“n-no I’ll be good…d-did you see that thing! It could have k-killed me! it was probably one of those faggy new planes over there”
>”just take a brake, I’ll go see if I can find out what it was by myself”
“yourself don’t be s-stupid”
>”trust me I’ll be good, and besides I didn’t realised you cared about what happened to me so much”
>she awkwardly blushes slightly and he catches on slightly before winking and talking-off again into the sky.
>she takes a few minutes by the side of the runway to recompose herself feeling less shaken up now
>making her way down back to the barracks she catches one of the new Me 109s sitting by the runway checking his fuel and temperature gauges
>she quickly changes from going to the barracks to confronting this new plane pony
“hey new guy!”
>she shouts out storming up behind him and he slowly turns around with a light smile
>” ahh, yes hello my ally. You have good weather here I could get used to it”
>she stand up right in front of him trying to look intimidating
“just who the heck are you guys anyway, thinking you can come onto our airbase!”
>he stands up with a powerful and commanding stance remaining his cool with her
>”ME. I am Wilhelm, you must have seen mein brother und mein sister landing earlier with me. we are to be stationed here to aid you.
“well we don’t need your help you fancy ass fruit bow!”
>”you don’t? oh vell are you my superior?”
“i…no but what does…”
>”then you do not have a say in the matter do you…”
>her circles with his hoof waiting for a name as she growls slightly while saying it
“Miyabi…”
>” thank you, as I vas saying. Unless you are mein superior you do not have a mention in where I stay or not”
>he grins at her as Miyabi feels slightly pushes down to look not so tall and confident anymore
>” vell it was nice talking to you little one”
>Wilhelm chuckles as she grinds her gears together
“listen! at least tell your loud ass brother and sister to watch where they fly, one nearly collided with me!”
>”vhat? But if ve are all on ze ground how can ve collide with you”
“so who the heck nearly turned me into scrap!”
>he shrugs not really caring
“dumb ass”
>swings around letting her wing catch him on the back of the head as she fast walks away
>“hey! you vill regret doing that little one”
“I very much doubt it!”
>she looks back and shouts as she end up walking smack bang into some plane not looking in front of her.
>”vill you vatch where you are heading you incompetent fool!”
>this time she looks up to see the Fw 190 standing over her holding her nose
“oh great another loud engine fool”
>”and who do you think you are making those comments towards me?”
>Wilhelm comes walking over standing next to his sister the focke wulf
>”do not mind her Johanna she is simply a “hot head” as they call them”
‘hey I’m no hot…”
>”i see that…but come let us go brother ve have more important things to be doing”
>Wilhelm nods and he and his sister walk away from Miyabi leaving her unable to talk as they simple ignore her now leaving her on the floor
>after that little encounter with two of the new planes Miyabi finds a spot off to the side of the second runway to stand and keep watch open for where her wingman might be.
>she spends at least the rest of the day till the sun begins to set standing and scanning the sky for Akio only to so far have not seen him once
“Akio where are you…”
>she becomes inpatient and waits for the sun to head down before sneaking onto the second airstrip and as quietly as she can takes of from it
“come on …”
>she continues talking to herself keeping herself company in the ever-growing dark night sky, only the moon providing a small amount of Silverlight
>every moment she is climbing up and becoming more jittery not used to flying nights and especially not used to flying out of regulated times.
>she spends at least 30 minutes 3000 metres high still no sign of her wingman and no sign of anyone landing back down on the airstrip.
>on her way slowly back down she hears a loud unordinary noise, not associated with a prop plane as far as she can tell
>with a quick look the noise slowly grows louder and louder and louder still no sign of anything looking in the night sky
“hello!?”
>nothing is said back
“Akio, Is that you?”
“alright well, I’m h-heading d-down now…”
>before she can react or even see she’s riddled with holes from tail up to her wings and a few glancing of her head knocking her out cold
>after that little encounter with two of the new planes Miyabi finds a spot off to the side of the second runway to stand and keep watch open for where her wingman might be.
>she spends at least the rest of the day till the sun begins to set standing and scanning the sky for Akio only to so far have not seen him once
“Akio where are you…”
>she becomes inpatient and waits for the sun to head down before sneaking onto the second airstrip and as quietly as she can takes of from it
“come on …”
>she continues talking to herself keeping herself company in the ever-growing dark night sky, only the moon providing a small amount of Silverlight
>every moment she is climbing up and becoming more jittery not used to flying nights and especially not used to flying out of regulated times.
>she spends at least 30 minutes 3000 metres high still no sign of her wingman and no sign of anyone landing back down on the airstrip.
>on her way slowly back down she hears a loud unordinary noise, not associated with a prop plane as far as she can tell
>with a quick look the noise slowly grows louder and louder and louder still no sign of anything looking in the night sky
“hello!?”
>nothing is said back
“Akio, Is that you?”
“alright well, I’m h-heading d-down now…”
>before she can react or even see she’s riddled with holes from tail up to her wings and a few glancing of her head knocking her out cold
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>” oi you cunt why should you get first go!”
>”I’m just saying mate, you always get first go with the newbies”
>”yea that’s cause I risk my ass getting them here in the first place you s…”
“h-hello~?”
>Miyabi speaks out weakly unable to see nor move feeling sore and damaged all over
>”alright now keep your mouth shut cunt she awake”
>she hears one of them heavily walk over to her and she realises she cant see feeling a blindfold around her eyes and chains around her hooves feeling noticeably weaker feeling herself low on oil
“hey w-where am I?”
>” in a safe place luv, you’ll be taken care of in here”
>the two of them chuckle slightly as she feels the one in front of her rubbing her on the head with a hoof
“g-get off me”
>she flicks her head back and pushes herself away on the floor before the chains stop her from retreating any further
>”you can trust me, I’m not a bad guy~”
“a-at least take the blindfold of so I know who to s-shoot later”
>the two others both burst out laughing
>”you, you think you’ll ACTUALLY get a chance”
>she attempts to fire off her cannons only to hear a “chink” telling her she has no ammunition at all
>”there’s no use trying missus”
>he walks back up to her and she can feel him stroking her wings and back
>”such nice body work…good thing we didn’t fill you with too many holes already”
“fuckoff–fuckoff-fuckoff!”
>she attempts to swing up at him her hooves once again held down by the chains bolted to the floor
>the blindfold is slowly strewn off from her face revealing the plane in front to not be a prop but a rather large Meteor F.4 as well as much smaller prop plane a boomerang Mk II behind him trying to look around at her. The room she’s in is almost like a small concrete cell with small window and full metal door.
“wh-what are you going to do to me here?...”
>she gulps shaking a little as the meteor and boomerang look at each other than back to her smirking
>”oh I’m sure you’ll love what we’re going to do” the meteor says bringing himself down to her head height
“b-b-back off”
>”you think I will? sorry missus but I can do what I want with you here” he chuckles
>the sounds of air-raid sirens echo from the distance followed by the sounds of anti-aircraft batteries opening fire
>”mate the sirens again, we need to…g-go” the boomerang speaks up hesitantly
>”shut up I know idiot!...i’ll be back for you later missus” he sighs angrily pushing his mate out of the cell before slamming the door shut continuing to shout profanity at his friend before the sound of his jet engines start up and takes off the boomerang close behind
“not good…M-Miyabi what have you don’t this t-time”
>she sits there shaking in her cell pulling the chains lightly to make sure they are real and this is not some sort of messed up dream
>”psst, little lady. You still there yes?” another unfamiliar voice speaks out with a thick Russian accent that causes her to jump
“hello? Where are y-you?
>”come to small window in cell I am on other side”
>she does her best to get up to it the window that is slightly too high to look over
“i…I cant look through it, its t-to high up”
>”I know, I have same problem yes. My name Sergey Mihailovich”
“I’m M-Miyabi…Miyabi Sora”
>”nice meet you Miyabi Sora, it is shame environment is not very nice”
>the ground shakes a little as the sounds of 2000lb bombs land scattered somewhere in the distance
“I need to get out, c-can you do anything?”
>”no friend I am in chains like you will be, I have been for two months” he laughs
“w-why are you laughing, we need to get out!”
>”calm down, I can not be going anywhere anyway I am simply a destroyed POLIKARPOV Chaika who has nothing left. Try if you want but even without chains you can not leave or get out of cell, many have tried”
“thanks for the happy talk”
>”is all good friend, no need to thank me”
“since when am I your friend…”
>”everyone here is friend, you either make friends or die alone here”
>she sighs laying on the concrete floor examining her damaged wings and broken ailerons and rudder as the air-raid sirens sound the all clear now
“thanks for the advice “friend””
>”is ok, I know how you feel. but Come, let us talk it is not like either of us can do much more”
“yea~ fine. I guess the company would be nice”
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>the two talk for hours which soon turned to days then a week, being almost starved of fuel over the days. The meteor and boomerang making regular visits to her cell only to cause more damage to her bit by bit.
>”hey, Miyabi. Did I ever tell you about the time I scored 3 glorious air kills against…”
“yes, yes. Please don’t tell me again, you’ve only gone and said it 200 times already”
>”apologies, my old memory is not what it used to be you know” he laughs
“yes I know you’ve said that about 300 times already to”
>she sighs, soon hearing the sound of air-raid sirens again followed by AAA flak bursting in the air outside
“how much do you bet a bombs going to kill us both this time”
>she laughs
>”I would say same a last time, maybe chances higher today” he laughs back
>the two wait, the sound of the AAA and bomb smashing surrounding areas leaving Miyabi a little on edge while Sergey taps the wall to a small beat in his head.
>this air-raid lasts longer than usual before the sirens sound the all clear one again
“damn I was feeling lucky today to, time to wait for the next time now”
>”yes, next time.”
>both of them share a collective groan before pausing and laughing
“I cant wait to be blown up or let out of this place”
>”might as well count on being blown up then friend, no hope of being let out”
“thanks again for the positive thinking”
>”is ok”
>suddenly the sirens sound back up again” this unusual, second attack maybe?”
“maybe, whatever it is mean good news this time…”
>the sound of larger explosions echo’s in both their cells this time similar to a 4000lb bomb load being dropped lading very close to their structure shaking them quite violently
“h-holy…that was real close…”
>”yes, maybe today is the day we go to a better place”
“not for me”
>another round of bombs land around them the sound of AAA fire weakening as they have most likely been completely destroyed. The two sit in silence with each other, counting the bombs drop and Suddenly feeling the extraordinary force of something landing smack bang next to them. The explosion from the luckily small 100lb bomb blowing part of their walls and roof away.
“Sergey?...Sergey?”
>she pulls and pulls at the rusty old chains hitting them against the wall finally seeing her chance after 2 weeks
"S-sergey... you old pile of junk say something!"
>she pulls and pulls the chains slowly showing their age as one of them snaps off
"COME ON~!"
>she pulls and pulls with as much strength as she has left breaking free from the second chain, then the third and the fourth
>she starts to clamber out of the newly formed hole in the wall thanks to the bomb that dropped finally being able to see the crisp blue sky again and all the Dornier 217 bombers flying overhead
>she falls out onto the muddy ground taking a minute to get used to moving through it as she inspects her friend Sergeys the Chaika's cell and to her surprise the cell is empty
"sergey? we could have gotten out together you idiot"
>she rushes back out into the muddy ground wading through it, too damaged for flying to be a good idea.
>"Oi! where do you think you're of to love" the meteor shouts from down the other end of the ruined air field
"no, please no..."
>she starts to run as fast as she can, the ground making it hard to do so as the meteor very quickly closes the gap with ease
>"you're only going to get one more chance missus"
>Miyabi continues to run trying not to look back
>"suit yourself" he fires his four mark five hispanos in to her left wing, the high explosive incendiary rounds ripping it clean of her body and she falls to the ground crying
>he stands over stroking her tail her while she feels where her wing once was
>"i'd hate to have to do this to such a lovely lady, but i dont take kindly runners-off now" he points down at her as she stares back up the, multiple holes with cannons staring right back at her
>bombs continuing to explode around everywhere only adding to the problem she has right now
"p-please dont..."
>"i'm sorry, you could have done what i asked in the first place"
>there is a brief pause and Miyabi closes her eyes
>"hello friend, you remember me, yes?" a familiar voice suddenly shouts followed by the sounds of machine guns filling the air
>getting caught of guard on his six the meteors engines quickly light up in flames, Sergeys machine guns more than enough to cripple him
>"you fucking bloody piece of scrap!" he spins around to point his cannons only to take another spray of machine guns, bullets passing through his head ending any retaliation and putting him out of service for good
>Miyabi continues laying down in pain her mind in too much of a rush to piece together everything that just happened
>"come, comrade we go now quickly!"
"m-my wing...i-i can't"
>"yes yous can, now get! time to fix when we are safe"
>a carpet of bombs flattens the cell block behind them sending rubble flying everywhere
"o-ok! l-lets just go!"
>she pushes herself up leaking fuel, as she struggles to keeps behind Sergey the one wing causing her to be very unbalanced and slow. the two finally making there way off into a small woodland safe from further bombings
"thank you Sergey"
>she wraps her for hooves around him hugging him lightly crying
>"is ok, this what friends are for" he lightly pats her back
>time passes as the sun goes down and the bombing stops, they manage to stop Miyabi's fuel leak in but are obviously unable to rebuild her a new wing making flying even less an option now
>the only thing they can do is under the cover of darkness sneak back onto the air base where they where being held in hopes of any resources from the completely wrecked base
"you sure this is a good idea?"
>"no, but we need fuel. even i am not skilled enough to make is from thin air"
"alright but lets try and be quick"
>he nods, the two clambering over left overs of walls and buildings as well as holes from previous bombs
"Sergey, there is nothing left..."
>"do not be so quick to give up"
"its not that...its just that im finding it hard to keep going..."
>"i understand, why not you stay in this spot here so i can quickly go look around myself"
"we shouldn't...split up...you know that"
>"da, just keep going we will find you something"
"i can't k-keep going...no oil,no fuel...ughh"
>she falls down a small mound of rubble laying on her side
"just l-leave me, i am dead weight now"
>"we do not leave comrade behind, i will come back for you"
>with that he disappears into the dark leaving Miyabi laying there like scrap as she passes shortly after
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>after passing out she feels as though she is flying, feeling a breeze brush over her wings. opening her eyes to reveal herself flying on a beautiful sunny day with ocean in all directions as far as she can see
>she feels relatively happy now, all thoughts leaving her mind as she glides through the sky peacefully
>not a single cloud can be seen but this doesn't concern her at all, she just peacefully flies above the ocean like she would normal do
>she does think to herself, "is this heaven" "am i dead" "is this what it really feels like"
>the sound of her prop spinning and engine going are the only thing she can hear
>there is not a single plane flying besides or anywhere at all
>not a single ship or island or beach coming into view anywhere
>the peace and worry less environment is almost perfect
>that's when she feels it, a sharp drop and she's falling, falling down through the sky getting faster and faster towards the ocean
>she tries to shout but no words come out, she tries to move but her body seem to have frozen up, all she can do is stare down at the quickly approaching ocean surface
>that's when she crashes down into it not feeling a thing
>everything going darker and darker as she sinks further down into the sea, the light slowly fading away from view.
>"where did it all go wrong" she thinks to herself as the darkness surrounds her ending her thought
>that's when she sees it again, the surface of the ocean coming back into view
>she's rising back up and up back into the blinding sunlight.
>then she opens her eyes. a group of plane ponies looking down at her from above

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 >Miyabi stares, up various soviet aircraft staring down at her. A Yak 3p, Yak 9k and a Mig 3.
>”what do you think she is brothers” the Yak 3 speaks up
>”I do not know much, she looks like one of those planes we shot down many times” the yak 9 says poking her with his 45mm nose cannon
>”hey that is enough friends, let me talk with her. Can you not see she is awake” the Mig 3 pushes the two other Yaks out of the way who protest
>”maybe I want talk to her first” the Yak 3 pushes back the Mig and then they all soon start pushing each other around, throwing each other into empty boxes in the open hangar Miyabi watching them from the floor too sore to move. This continues for a minute before the Yak 9k shoots his cannon into the hangar ceiling
>”enough! I talk now unless you two don’t want to fly” the other Yak and Mig stop quietly, not wanting to get in the way of an angry Yak 9
>the Yak 9 crouches next to her the other two still fighting at the back of the hangar
>”sorry about them pretty lady, I am Petr. Strong Yakolev 9”
“o…k?~”
>she sits up feeling stiff and battered
>”you may thank us later for helping you, otherwise plane like you we would normal shoot”
“t-thanks…I think”
>”is no problem, Sergey is great friend of nation. We do anything for him”
“Sergey? He, he got me…wherever I am now?”
>”Da, he did lady. He come found us and we came and pick you up from destroyed enemy airfield” he stands back looking very proud
>Miyabi gets to her hooves checking over her battle-damaged body. to her surprise she is no longer missing her left wing as it has been replaced with an identical zero fighter wing
“h-how did you find a spare wing!”
>she examines it closely seeing only small dents here and there as well as rifle calibre bullet holes
>”that very easy, we went and found it on similar plane as you. Though, she was only barley alive when we took it after shooting her down”
“lucky I don’t kill you for that”
>she says in the quietest voice possible
>”what did you say?”
“nothing, now if you wouldn’t mind. I’d very much like to get out of this scrap heap of a hangar”
>she begins walking off as the Yak grabs her back leg
>”you are not allowed to leave yet”
“w-what! Why not…”
>”Sergey’s orders” he grins slightly
“yea, well go fetch him so I can talk to him then”
>”I can not do that either, he is not here now. Is just us two and other comrades here. You run, we will have to shoot you down” he says as he strokes the back of her leg
>she kicks her back leg out from his grasp
“hey!.. I’ll wait for him, just back off man”
>”good, we will be here long long time” he smiles now the other Yak and Mig joining the two of them
>”so, she is good da?”
>”yes very good, she will be around for a while. She will be going no where though”
“we wont have any problems though. right?”
>”no, no problems at all. I am sure we will get along very good~” Petr says as he gives a sly smile and the other two chuckle
“g-good…”
>she grabs a tool box that had been laying next to her and she walks over one side of the hangar laying down, checking the repair job on her wing and to her surprise again the job was actually done to a good quality. After checking her wing she begins to do what she does best, use scrap pieces to resurface any holes or uneven surfaces that she has over her self.
>she finishes with her self maintenance only a long two hours later, a majority of small holes and some larger ones fixed to a good standard the only thing she cant fix is her paint and colour that’s all patchy and worn out from the weather and scraping along various surfaces.
“awesome…almost just as new”
>she spins her prop out of happiness before quickly stopping herself as Petr turns his head before shrugging and continuing to move parts and material in and out of the hangar
>she gets up, stretching and playing with her flaps as she slips out of the front of the hangar examining an almost perfect runway, flat, no holes, nice flat grassy fields around. A lot different than the almost obliterated runway she passed out on.
>”you are not thinking of going anywhere are you?” the Mig 3 says making her jumps not spotting him behind her
“no, what would be the point. I have no idea where I am.”
>”would you like to know where you are?”
“err yes thank you”
>”I am not as mean as other two, those Yaks are very unlikable here both of them brothers. Anyway, we are near city called Nakhodka. You have heard of it yes?”
“no…not really”
>”we thought you would have, is only a matter of time before the fight comes here”
“I see, and who would be fighting? Those dudes that chained me and Sergey up for weeks?”
>”possibly, is not that likely they will come here. More likely you’re fighters will first.”
>she smiles a little trying not to look too happy about that
“well, I wouldn’t know much about that anyway”
>”of course you wouldn’t…but you must wait and stay away from Petr until Sergey returns. He will try to hurt you, he does not like you or your friends his brother also”
“I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”
>”not all of us are wanting to fight like those two, I would like to return home to Stalingrad in one piece”
“yea well, I’m not no plane who’s going to sit back and let the fight go past. I was born to fight”
>”yes, you are. Me, not so much.”
“alright I get it, now can I please just have some time to myself. You guys are getting on my nerves a little”
>”I see. No matter I will go, remember what I said about the other two”
>she nods and with that he hums back of across the runway into a different hangar. She exhales a deep breath as she does not have to listen to their different accents much longer.
“please someone get me the heck out of crazy town”
>she kicks at the dirt knowing full well that she is being watched
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>its now 22:00 and Miyabi has been given a small bunk at the back of one of the smaller hangars, she cant help but feel slightly relieved that at least its not a concrete cell. she quickly settles herself down in it, her gears stiffer than she would like and she groans slightly
>she flicks off the small light that is also next to the bunk the entire hangar now filling with dark the sound of the wind outside lulling her to sleep.
>even later into the night the outside becomes dead silent, that is until the sound of her hangar door are opened with an almost ear ringing screech of metal on metal causing her to jumps in her sleep
“hey, come on cut that shit out”
>”I am sorry, we did not mean to wake you pretty lady” the distinct sound of the two yakolevs sharing a laugh
“I’m trying to sleep you know, go move your stuff in the morning”
>she rolls over facing away from them still half asleep
>the two of them laugh again closing the doors behind her Miyabi only just know catching onto their intentions
“get out please, now is not the time to be messing around”
>”now is perfect time, we know there are things you are not telling us. You will tell us now.”
“like what, I told your Mig friend I don’t know anything!”
>”you are very good at  not telling the truth”
>the two Yakolevs march towards her bunk and she scrambles to get up and onto her hooves
“I don’t know anything! So why don’t you walk you engines away now”
>they ignore her and both point their cannons directly at her
>”you tell us now or we turn you to scrap metal now!”
“if you shoot me you wont know anything anyway, so go on what’s the point. I’m not stupid”
>they all stand in silence for a minute before Petr stops aiming and steps closer to her
>”you are smart, but not smarter than us. We deal with many plane like you and you wont be the last either”
“so what are you going to do about it if your not going to shoot me?”
>”we will just have beat it out of you”
>the other yak 3 continues to keep his gun pointed as Petr grabs her and tosses her into her bunk before she can react
“do you want to start this! I don’t know anything anyway jerk”
>she goes to jumps up at him as a shot is fired past her making her freeze up and stop
“c-cant even play fair!”
>”who needs to play fair, that is silly thing to do” they both smirk
“don’t think I wont shoot you back”
>”I am not worried about that, you can not take two of us down fast enough unless you want to be shot to”
>she cowers as far back to the wall as she can
“fight me fair you coward!”
>he shakes his head the two of them blocking her escape
“fine then, have it your way. I’ll tell you as long as you don’t do anything to me”
>”tell us what then? Go on!”
“I thought I’d tell you about the ass whooping you’re about to get!”
>she jumps into Petr first kicking his legs from under him catching him of guard, knocking him back into his brother as he falls back to, his cannon shots going into the ceiling. Miyabi sees the chance to shoot a burst of her machine guns into them.
>the Yak 3s guns jamming as he fires too long panicking
>”enough!”
>Petr gets back up grabbing her by her neck holding her against the wall
>”you are a looker, but I wont touch something as dirty as you”
>he choke holds her tighter and tighter. Miyabi starts gasping for her air to keep going, her punches slowly losing their energy
>”now, this is where your story ends”
“f-f-fuck y-you” she spins her prop into him braking it and shearing through his hold at the same time both of them crying out in pain
>”m-my leg! Brother do something you идиот! Do something!
>Miyabi continues gasping for her air and slowly gets back to her hooves feeling her ripped and broken prop
>the Yakolev 3 hesitantly steps over closer only to take a burst of 20mm HE-T shells to his front legs and prop causing him to drop down in agony like his brother
“e-enjoy your l-legs”
>she begins to quickly limp her way to the doors sliding it open s quickly as she can, the two Yakolev brothers leaking oil and moaning in pain as there legs are either cut almost off or blown open.
>she slams the hangar door shut behind her crying lightly. Any ideas of her flying away now destroyed along with her prop so all she does is limp holding her face and collapsing into the maintenance hangar doors before sliding onto the floor. The rest of her night spent being crippled and laying on the floor.
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>Miyabi groggily wakes up surprised to be in the maintenance hangar strapped up to the ceiling by a winch as the Mig 3 is with his back turned cleaning out some transmission boxes for T34s. Also to her surprise with a brand new prop attached.
“…h-hey?”
>”ah you are wake”
“yea, c-could you just let me down first feels a bit awkward up here”
>”of course friend” he happily smiles as he presses a control panel on the wall, Miyabi slowly getting places back down to ground an the clamps coming off her
“thanks, I don’t remember getting in here? Or how I got up there with a new prop?”
>”yes that was me, you seemed to not be looking too good passed out on runway so took you into my shop and have plenty of spares to fix a simply prop”
“good to know someone is kind enough here…oh crap those other two w-where are they!”
>”do not worry, they will be fine…but I have not yet fixed them. For your benefit”
>she stretches her legs and looks quickly around
“good, but how much fuel did you put in me?”
>”fuel? Da?...not a lot, maybe 30 minutes of flying full throttle?”
>she sighs slightly”
“I need a full tank…now, I’m leaving this place”
>”you can not, it is not safe to fly…”
“does it look like its safe for me to stay here! No, I’m leaving now and if you wont get me the fuel ill get it myself.”
>the Mig stands there staring down at the floor
>” fine, I will get you the fuel da? But what happens to you is your own fault”
“whatever, jut hurry up”
>she rolls her eyes and waits as the Mig 3 is quick to walk off and roll back a small fuel tanks filled  with more than enough fuel
>”w-where are you going…?”
“somewhere I should never have left…home”
>”are you sure you know where you’re going, or if you will have enough fuel?
“I’ll figure out where I’m going when im up in the air, as for range…on my internal full tank? Maybe 1100 miles range. I’ll be good for a while”
>she pulls the fuel hose up to her mouth starting to chug down as much as possible the Mig staring and watching
>”M-Miyabi?”
“what is it”
>she swallows down the last couple of drops she can manage as she feels like a walking incendiary bomb
>”do keep your eyes open yes, never know what else could be flying”
>she nods towards him as the Mig sits back in an old chair silently going back to cleaning transmission boxes. Miyabi spins her prop up sliding herself out onto the runway quickly looking around and kicking her engine up propelling herself along and quickly off the runway
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>the skies are relatively quiet as she continues to climb and climb and climb heading up to an altitude of roughly 4000m and a cruising speed of 207mph or 333km/h
>the further she travels the more overcast it becomes, slowly and slowly all land beneath her is covered in cloud making navigation almost impossible from landmarks and impeding her vision
“seriously! Ughh , hopefully dumb as pegesi clear the weather up ahead”
>she climbs higher up another 1km out of the clouds into a much clearer sky, the layer of clouds beneath her looking like a snowy kingdom of hills and mountains. she continues her flight spinning around onto her back looking up into the sky
>an hour passes quickly with not much of any breaks in the clouds to see though, deciding she’s not going to see anything from her current altitude she stops her prop slowly gliding down into the clouds on a gradual decent . the weather slowly becoming more violent until she pierces out from the bottom of the clouds and is forced to throttle up as she fly’s against strong headwinds.
>inspecting her forward heading she cant see much other than the vast expanse of ocean, Behind the ever so slight sighs of a coast most likely the equestrians and sightings of maybe a small patrol of planes behind her too hard to make out from the distance apart
>a few minutes pass of flying the opposite direction to the spotted planes only to realise they are not getting any further away, maybe closer even, with this she heads up a little to the underside of the clouds checking back one more time the unidentifiable aircraft still there.
>she pulls up, into the clouds performing an immelman turn back the cloud cover should make her impossible as well as making it impossible for her to spot
>she keeps level flying estimating the distance before pulling the same manoeuvre back down and around into level flight again, this time bringing her back down to her original position before she dived up into the cloud. Quickly looking around for her followers
>she cant see them in front or behind her, neither are they bellow her
>she looks up and as she does its too late as she collides with one of the other aircraft in the low visibility both of them send into a spin next to each other down towards the water
“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
>she attempts to point herself down slowly regaining her speed but quickly approaching the waters surface, as she pulls up as hard as she can the recovery closer than what she would like
>the other aircraft still helplessly spinning out slowly
>a few short quick moments pass and out of impulse fly’s up besides the helpless plane who is spinning and kicking and flailing about
>”please! Wilhelm if that’s you jesus just help me out already!”
“Akio!?”
>she kicks his wing stopping his spin as he falls luckily his speed was enough to prevent a stall into the water
>the familiar wingman Akio regains his speed and jerks away quickly gaining lost altitude back back
“Akio! You idiot”
>he looks back doing a double take levelling off as Miyabi speeds up as fast as she can behind him
“I cant believe its you”
>”wh-what are you doing …whatever just please lets get up higher up and out of this wind”
>she nods her head and they both climb up the sound of another engine behind her as she looks back at the Me 109 behind her who Akio quickly signals at to not shoot her and climb above the cloud with them
>they all safely make it up above the clouds into a much calmer sunny environment
>”M-Miyabi…it is you?”
“who else you fool, you could have got me killed back there”
>”and you could have got me killed you know!”
>wait, Akio. Who is this and why should I not shoot her now” the ME 109 says confused
 “shut up you kraut”
>”Miyabi please… Wilhelm this “was” my old wingman who disappeared, remember I was telling you about her 3 weeks ago
>”vell she’s is not very polite, and I have met her once unfortunately”
“look alright shut up, please. I’m so glad I found someone friendly but take me back and let me explain why I was gone”
>”alright, I can’t believe its  you we found myself” Akio says as he chuckles changing course back to base, Wilhelm sighs a little expecting some action.

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>3 months later, canteen on the Island of Iwo Jima 13:00
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"look all i'm saying Akio is that you don't want to get into a turn fight with me, i don't care what you say"
>Miyabi scoffs hitting the table
>"I'm not arguing over this again..."
>Akio rolls his eyes more interested in playing with his prop
"Why not? You're just jealous that i took those two corsairs out the other week. aren't you?"
>leaning over the table she forces him to make eye contact with her as she grins
>"hey come on cut me a break here you know, just because..."
"shut up with the excuses and just say it already man"
>"S-say what Miyabi?"
"Don't play dumb with me, just say it"
>Akio drops his head almost letting his prop hit the table before letting out a short breathed sigh mumbling though his mouth very quickly
"sorry? what was that?"
>she can tell he want to just rip his own wings off at this point as he grits his teeth so hard she swore she could here them cracking
>"yourthebetterfighter"
"Sorry what, do you want to say it a little clearer so i can hear it?"
>Miyabi holds bak her giggles as much as she can
>"ALRIGHT! you're the better fighter... you happy now!"
>miyabi covers her face giggling into her hooves and Akio looks at her deadpan
"more than happy"
>she smiles back over at him and Akio cant help but chuckle a little after a few moments
>"you're a jerk you know"
"Oh yea... i know"