Alright, here goes. This story is called Land Before Time: The Great War. Some of you may not like it but I do. If you review, please keep in mind that I am new here and could use support so please don't fry my butt if you don't like it. Oh and don't worry, Littlefoot and his friends don't die or anything. Most of the actual war takes place in the air. Read the summery at the top of this page before you read the story. Please note there is some mild language in the story too. Some of you may not like that.
Ch. 1: The Battle of Southport
It was a dark and stormy night over the human city of Southport on the western coast of the Clotia continent. Out in the harbor were several warships were firing on each other and at the large city. One fleet flew a flag with a red star symbolizing communism. The other fleet flew a flag with a blue background with a green triangle in the center. On either side of the triangle, there was a curved line. In the center of the shape, there was an F for freedom. The communist ships fired towards the city. Suddenly, five F-14 Tomcat fighter jets flew across the stormy sky. A bolt of lightning lit the world up. In the cockpit of the lead fighter, Joe McCain prepared for the attack run. Rain pounded on the cockpit. The five jets flew at low altitude weaving between skyscrapers to hide their approach. The citizens had fled to the shelters below the city. Joe suddenly saw a flash from an enemy ship and seconds later, the shell blasted the upper floor of an empty skyscraper. Joe dove his F-14 strait down to avoid being showered by debris and damaging the engines.
Joe said, “Alright everyone, report in!”
A voice said, “Buffalo 2 reporting in!”
Another voice said, “Buffalo 3 reporting in!”
A female voice said, “Buffalo 4 here!”
A cocky 5th voice said, “Buffalo 5 standing by! Damn, who thought the war would ever reach here?”
Joe said, “Cut the chatter, Cougar.”
The man replied, “Oh, alright. Lets kick their butts!”
The five jets soared over the stormy seas. Joe dropped the bombs his plane was carrying and sunk an enemy destroyer. The other pilots all sunk enemy ships. Suddenly, ten enemy Mig-29 Fulcrum fighters arrived.
Jan Hacker, callsign Sidewinder, said, “They’re coming right at us!”
Joe ordered, “Buffalo Squadron, attack!”
There was a fierce dogfight above the water. soon, only one enemy fighter remained. It flew into the clouds. The cocky fighter pilot known as Buffalo 5 flew after it. He came out of a cloudbank only to fine the enemy flying strait at him. The Mig-29 fired a missile and hit the plane.
The pilot yelled, “I’m hit! Eject! Eject! Eject!”
Joe saw the plane crash into the water below. Then, he saw two parachutes.
He said, “Shw! Max, you gave me a scare there. I thought you were a goner.”
A voice on the radio said, “Mission complete! Southport has been defended and the commies are retreating! All aircraft, RTB (return to base). The four remaining planes flew to an aircraft carrier in the harbor. The RFS Freedom. RFS mean Republic of Freedom Ship. Rain pounded on the flightdeck as the pilots went below to go through debriefing.
The man in the briefing room said, “You did well. Lieutenant Max Richare bailed out of his plane but was rescued by our helicopter. You will be transferring out of here to help with a base in this area of the continent. It is a key strategic point and will aid us in freeing the rest of the continent. Tomorrow night, under the cover of darkness, we will launch a covert operation to build a base in the valley.”
The map zoomed in on a large valley a few hundred miles away from Southport. The area was known even to the humans as the Great Valley.
