Introduction
story by top_gun
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For the first time in months, the incessant thundering in your ears ceased, and the unaccustomed silence which followed seems deafening to you. As you gaze at the wreckage where there once stood the largest command centre in the territory, the enemy bombardment around the entire base and the surrounding industrial complex has stopped. Your comrades dead tired and too numb to care stare off into the space with bloodshot eyes, pondering the signifcance of this new development.
You drag yourself into the battered cockpit that was once part of a formidable squadron, a Su-34 in General Klapaucius' 101st squadron, and switched on the radio set. The message that filtered through confirmed your worst fears. The entire sector had been decimated by the enemy's B-52Hs.
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Sitting alone in the stifling atmosphere and stale air of your cockpit, you break down and weep, the pent-up anger, fear, doubts and pain finally flood your senses, like a bursting dam. You wondered how General Klapaucius, who brought the honorable 101st squadron up from the depths of her
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misry, could have ever allowed this to happen to all of you. As the tears streamed down your hollow cheeks, the reality of the fate that had befallen all of you set in. No runway to take off from you sit helplessly waiting for the end.
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