Stricken Steel
On the moon, drinking sparkling water.
The Past That Isn't Ours
October-6th-2025
The sound of four seperate Rolls-Royce turboprop engines rumbled as the aircraft sped down the strip with the help of a brand-new JATO launch system in order to reduce the amount of time needed to take off.
"...And we have lift-off!" The Pilot radioed before the AC-130 took off. The gears were pulled up and they were on the way to assist a convoy that was being attacked by ISIS troops.
"...This is Echo-Golf, We need that support now! We're halfway to being overrun!" The radio crackled before the WSO turned on his headset's mic.
"Echo-Golf, This is Warhammer. Be patient, We are at full speed and will arrive at your location in the next five minutes." The Pilot, Senior Airman Charlie Smith as well as his co-pilot (and best friend) WSO, Second-Lieutenant Jake Hamilton. Airman Hamilton has dirty blond hair and light blue eyes, and He was most likely from Europe. Officer Smith, however, was just a guy that joined the Air Force as a Weapons Officer and everyone knew he was from Brooklyn.
"Echo-Golf, This is Warhammer we are-" The Pilot was cut off when the aircraft seemingly lost control and every single window and screen was now shining white light into the eyes of the crew members. The gunship shook violently as the pilot tried to keep the aircraft steady, before the sky got dark and stormy...fast.
"What?" Hamilton spoke with reluctance with what had just happened. "How did it get dark so quick? It was mid-day when we took off!" Smith said before asking the rest of the crew if they were ok and if the systems were still operational.
"All Clear!" Came a feminine voice.
"What the hell just happened, Hamilton?" The WSO asked the Pilot.
Little to their knowledge, They have traveled back into the year 1950. The Second World War rages on, and this gunship crew has a chance to change this history before it gets worse.
Jackson123
October-6th-2025
The sound of four seperate Rolls-Royce turboprop engines rumbled as the aircraft sped down the strip with the help of a brand-new JATO launch system in order to reduce the amount of time needed to take off.
"...And we have lift-off!" The Pilot radioed before the AC-130 took off. The gears were pulled up and they were on the way to assist a convoy that was being attacked by ISIS troops.
"...This is Echo-Golf, We need that support now! We're halfway to being overrun!" The radio crackled before the WSO turned on his headset's mic.
"Echo-Golf, This is Warhammer. Be patient, We are at full speed and will arrive at your location in the next five minutes." The Pilot, Senior Airman Charlie Smith as well as his co-pilot (and best friend) WSO, Second-Lieutenant Jake Hamilton. Airman Hamilton has dirty blond hair and light blue eyes, and He was most likely from Europe. Officer Smith, however, was just a guy that joined the Air Force as a Weapons Officer and everyone knew he was from Brooklyn.
"Echo-Golf, This is Warhammer we are-" The Pilot was cut off when the aircraft seemingly lost control and every single window and screen was now shining white light into the eyes of the crew members. The gunship shook violently as the pilot tried to keep the aircraft steady, before the sky got dark and stormy...fast.
"What?" Hamilton spoke with reluctance with what had just happened. "How did it get dark so quick? It was mid-day when we took off!" Smith said before asking the rest of the crew if they were ok and if the systems were still operational.
"All Clear!" Came a feminine voice.
"What the hell just happened, Hamilton?" The WSO asked the Pilot.
Little to their knowledge, They have traveled back into the year 1950. The Second World War rages on, and this gunship crew has a chance to change this history before it gets worse.
Jackson123
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