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Contrail X CirrusThis is not Canon to my characters (yet),
but was an adorable gesture from my flatmate :')
The plane swooped overhead and slowly descended down, Cirrus was its pilot and her eyes were firmly fixed on the runway ahead. Contrail trotted over, his tail swishing. Cirrus strutted over to him, her eyelashes flickering. She loved to tease.
“Why are you here?” she said, looking Contrail up and down.
“I don’t know, I was just passing by.” He winked.
“I saw you from the air,” she said, walking past slowly.
“And how did I look?” Contrail said as he galloped forward in front of Cirrus.
“Average.” The wind caught her hair and for a moment the two stared at one another. They had been friends for so long now, but Contrail hoped there might be something more.
“I had a dream last night,” he said.
“Great. Wonderful. Why should I care again?” said Cirrus. She turned her back on Contrail but still he trotted
No Joy on Target Chapter 4: Ready? (Part 2)
Chapter 4: Ready? (Part 2)
Air Marshal Viper stood silent as the rest of the crew ran about their business on the bridge. He looked down onto the deck where yellow, green, red, jackets of all colours did the same. Being the Marshal onboard didn’t give him as much ‘action’ as he liked. Sometimes he wished he could just strut down and spin up one of the jets and take off. His duty demanded otherwise, he must stay with the ship at all times. He had formed a certain liking to his commanding role, but given the chance he’d exchange the paperwork of his desk for the silver linings of cloudy skies any day.
One particular jet to touch down during the night came in at a very steep angle, much steeper than the aircraft’s undercarriage could take, almost falling like a rock. The F/A-18 slammed into the deck, missing the arrestor wire by a few metres. The force of the impact shattered the plane’s suspension and the jet fell to its belly, grinding along the deck,
No Joy on Target Chapter 4: Ready (Part 1)
Chapter 4: Ready
As the ponies descended back to their quarters, Contrail felt a firm tug on his shoulder, wheeling him round. He was met with a burning stare from a pair of more than familiar eyes.
“What the bloody hell was that!?” Cirrus hissed at him.
“Was what?” Contrail played innocent with a smirk, though fully aware.
She mimicked and exaggerated his slack stance from earlier on the bridge, blowing her fringe up and gazing into space.
“You forgot the twinkle in the eye” he pointed out, to which a sharp pain crossed his cheek and Cirrus brought her arm back to her side, “
How many times do I need to tell you Lieutenant!? Whilst you’re a part of my squad, you do things as I say, when I say.”
Contrail rubbed his cheek better but said nothing, stunned.
“When you’re in the presence of a superior officer,” she continued with little remorse, putting her face close up to his “you stand, to, ATTENTION!” s
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