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801st TTS Airbats - 4th Strike "Dreaming In the Clouds" Episode 1 (8) "Airplane Food" By Kionon (Kevin Callahan) The body rolled clumsily to one side, making an "oomph" sound as it hit the floor. The face on this crumpled form opened it's eyes and looked up. "Ohaiyo!" Haneda proclaimed as she entered the room with a tray full of breakfast foods. "Isurugi, I made all this for you. A strong guy like you needs all the food he can eat," she frowned at his lack of movement. "Oh not quite up yet? Here, let me help you," she cut a piece of pancake and put it on a fork. Sliding it towards his mouth she continued speaking, "This should help you--" "--WAKE UP--AHHHHHHHHH!!!!" screamed Captain Konishi as the teeth clamped down on his fingers. "Isurugi!! Ow! Ow!" Running out and across the base in usual Anime fashion, Konishi headed towards the medical bunk, while Isurugi became aware and awake. "Huh? Ooh boy.." [Opening theme and title sequence] Ano(hi) Kaze ga fuku oka ni suwari sora o miteta Ima mo wasernai Yume wa zuutto, chiisana kono muni ni, kagayaite iru yo Nani mo kamo umaku yukazu ni, nemure nai yoru mo aru keredo mo Tokimeku koto o, yamecha ike nai Tori no yoo ni, jibun dake no tsubase shin-ji yoo I DREAM ON Sora Kyanbasu ni ukabu niji ni naatte miita Itsuka kono yume ga kansu toki wa Watashi o daki shimete Ai o uketootte Haneda entered the conference room, and sat down. She was on time, as was Captain Konishi, Sgt. Shimorenjaku, Sgt. Saginomiya, and Colonel Kangamine. Mitaka and Isurugi were late, as usual. Heads turned as Isurugi and Mitaka walked through the door. "What do you mean cooking? We all usually go out to eat. I mean what do we have here to cook anyway? Is there a reason you want to cook? Are you really a gourmet?" Mitaka shook her head. "You moron, I mean let me cook dinner for the two of us," spying the look on Haneda's face, she amended quickly, "Only the two of us." "Uhm, that's very nice, uhm, I accept. I'd love to," replied Isurugi as he sat down. "Sounds very nice. I look forward to it." Mitaka flashed a sinister sneer in the direction of Haneda, who replied by sticking out her tongue. "AHEM! Can we please get to the meeting?" asked Kangamine as he walked over to the blackboard. "General's orders, we are to practice for an air show we are doing here with the German air display team. The SkyHawks. They will be coming this weekend, and I want you all on your best behavior. Got it? This is a very big deal for the Japanese Self Defense Force. We want to promote a good image to Europe. Any questions?" Haneda spoke up, "Does that mean we have to replace Mitaka to avoid an international incident?" "Grrrrrr." Captain Konishi put up his hand. "Now, now, ladies, we will have the standard team. Any other questions?" He scanned the room. "No? Good. Dismissed." The group stood, and pushed in their chairs. Haneda turned to Mitaka, "Go ahead, cook your dinner, whatever you do I'll do better. We will see who comes out of this the owner of Isurugi's heart!" "Bold words, Haneda. Very well, we'll make a contest of it. May the best chef win." Sakura smiled as she turned from the table. "I'm now taking bets on who Isurugi will choose! Line starts here." Isurugi sweatdropped. "I'm not worth this competition, really. You're both equally great. You both have strong hearts. Besides, you both like airplanes!" "Grrr.... Isurugi.... I'm in love with an idiot..." Mitaka grumbled as she walked out of the room. "The things I do for him... Why do I bother?" "You do it because you love him..." Captain Konishi walked out of the room. "Now, how about let's go party!?!?!" Mitaka shook her head. "Nope, gotta go grocery shopping at the commissary. Thanks anyway though." She walked out and jumped on her motorcycle. Starting the engine, she got comfortable on the seat and put on her helmet. "Alright let's get this contest on the road." With that she kicked up the kick stand and flew down the base. Elsewhere on the base, more specifically the Airbats' hanger bay, Haneda was approaching a working Isurugi. "You know this contest won't prove anything if you don't choose one of us. You can't keep putting us on the same level. You can't love both of us. It doesn't work that way." Isurugi turned a confused face to the woman below him. "Huh? What did you say? Sorry, I was deep in the manifold system of this T-4. Mind repeating?" Haneda shook her head. "Nevermind, it wouldn't make any difference anyway. Goodbye Isurugi..." Walking out briskly, she hid the tears gleaming in her eyes. "He's so utterly clueless.." Isurugi turned back to the plane and began working on it once again. He had to make sure all the planes were in proper working order for the weekend. He couldn't have them breaking down in the middle of the show. That wouldn't be good. Not good at all. * * * 300 miles away, a 737 was on it's way from Germany, General Kohl of the German Luftwaffe was settled comfortably in his first class chair. Pulling at a black bag, he revealed the side of a dark gray laptop which he pulled out and set up on the chair's tray. After starting Windows (German Version) he opened up a spreadsheet of profiles. The profiles of the Airbat members, as provided by a German officer already in Japan as an exchange officer. "Ah.. Mitaka and Haneda will do badly if anything should happen to Private Isurugi. We've found their weakness." The general pulled out a cell phone an dialed a number. "This is General Kohl, put me through to Luftwaffe HQ.... Yes, this is General Kohl, I believe I've found a way to win. Get Shnitz on the telephone now... Ah, Shnitz.. this is the plan..." * * * "Oooh, that Mitaka... Thinking she can just steal my Isurugi. Well, I'll show her," Haneda thought outloud as she looked about the store for different foodstuffs. After finding such staples as noodles and rice, she began to search for more exotic and expensive items. After finally getting a jar of pickled vegetables and a fine, but affordable vintage of sake, she headed towards the cash register. Her thoughts still on Isurugi, she missed the descent of the German fighter heading towards the nearby base. Had she known who was aboard and why they were here, she might have paid more attention. * * * Captain Shnitz opened the canopy of her Typhoon fighter. She stepped out onto the ladder that had been put into place by Japanese air techs. She tore off her helmet and let her long blonde hair unfurl into the wind. She laid the helmet inside the cockpit and went down the ladder. She was greeted by a short man wearing a General's uniform. "Ah, Captain, we are so glad to have you here on Iruma Base. You are a bit early." "Hai, however, I like to be more than punctual," she replied in perfect Japanese. "Now, then General, where are my quarters? I would like to sleep awhile." The General nodded and started towards a bunker at the far side of the base. Mid-trip they were picked up by a tall short haired woman. Sakura, was her name. The name sounded familiar. /Ah Yes/ thought Shnitz, /She's one of the Airbats. Good. Good./ "Excuse me, General, when will I be able to meet the rest of the Airbats?" "Tomorrow, Captain, at 0900. We will rendezvous at the western helicopter platform in front of your quarters." He pointed slightly off from the direction the jeep was headed. When the jeep came to a complete stop, the group got out. They were standing in front of a concrete building that read in Japanese "Iruma Base Guest Bunker." "Captain, your quarters are the third door on the left on the second floor. If there is anything you require, there is a phone linked to our switching board on the first floor. Simply ask the operator for my office and I'll do whatever I can to help." "Thank you, General. I shall be going up now. I will see you at 0900 then. Goodbye, sir." She saluted, and he saluted back. He was always partial to blondes. Ah, well, it wouldn't be good policy to sleep with another country's combat pilot. He got back into the jeep and he and Sakura drove off toward the other side of the base. Captain Shnitz walked into the dark building. Finding the steps she proceeded to the second story. There, she found her quarters and walked in. The place was small, but it worked. It had everything she needed. Bathroom, phonejack, bed, lamp, desk, all was there. She quickly pulled out her mini-computer from her flight suit and hooked it into the phonejack. She dialed the phone number and it rang. A voice crackled over the computer. "~Shintz, what do you have to report?~" She shook her head knowing her reply would not be welcome. "Sir, besides the fact that the General is pervert and Sakura knows when to mind her own business, I don't have much to report at all. However I am meeting with the rest of the Airbats aerobatics team tomorrow at 0900. By then I should have much more of a feel for the team. Anything else sir?" "~Just don't screw this up, Shnitz. Just don't screw it up~" "Aye sir," she responded as she touched the button to cut the connection. She took in a breath slowly. "I won't fail you..." * * * Mitaka pushed Isurugi down into a seat at the conference table. It was ladened with food of all sorts. A line of scotch tape divided the food. To the right lay Mitaka's food. To the left, Haneda's dishes awaited. "Really, this isn't nessicery, you're both good cooks, I'm sure of it. Do we really need to do this?" Together Haneda and Mitaka screamed, "YES!" Isurugi sighed and began eating. Sakura, just recently back, once again was up taking bets. The betting was pretty much equal, half of the base thinking Haneda was the better cook, and half to scared of Mitaka to go against her. Stats like those were pretty much to be expected. For two hours Isurugi did nothing, but eat, and eat, and eat. Mitaka and Haneda taking turns between prodding him and attacking each other. Konishi had torn them apart several times. Finally, Isurugi finished at the two female combatants looked at him. "So," started Mitaka. "Who's better?" finished Haneda. Isurugi looked up at them and utter three words. "I GOTTA PUKE!" Isurugi scrambled out of his chair and ran out of the room. Sakura looked dismayed as she began to count out money. "Hmm.. seems here that the money goes to Captain Konishi, who bet that you two would make him sick before he gave his answer. If he indeed will give one." She proceeded to hand Konishi the money. He laughed as he counted it. "Alright! Daddy's going to the races tonight!" Konishi half-hopped, half-skipped out the door as he counted his money. Mitaka and Haneda sighed unison and collapsed in chairs opposite from one another. * * * High above the Sea of Japan, a group of elite German Typhoons came screaming towards Iruma. They were dark figures against the clouds until darkness came. When the sky turned black, the group faded from view. The Airbats would have little chance against them if Shnitz did her job. Then the German SkyHawks would be one step away from being synonymous with the ThunderBirds or the Blue Angels. The three planes took the form of a trefoil as they made their final and complete descent. The group landed under the cover of darkness. They were ready to face the Airbats, no matter what the had planned. They would crush them and bring glory to the SkyHawks. The three figures headed down their ladders attached to the Typhoons' cockpits. They flagged down a passing jeep and one gave a muffled command in Japanese through a dark non-reflective helmet. The officer asked for clearance and after checking followed the pilot's command. The group was dropped of at the guest bunker. They headed up the walkway and into the building. At the foot of the stairs, Shnitz was waiting for them. They removed their helmets. Their hair springing out. "Hello, Girls, have a nice flight?" * * * Author's Revised Silly Notes: Thanks for all the C&C I've been given. I expect more. Due to the feedback I've recieved and the general shortage of Airbats fanics, this has now taken precedence over BSST. - Kionon
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