Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 6
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By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.28.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 752 | Visits: 435 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.28.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 752 | Visits: 435 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 6
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
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The sound of engines powering up echoed through the morning air as the pilots of Eagle Squadron prepared for another test flight. They were all wearing flight uniforms and kept solemn expressions. Major Yuy couldn't help but wonder if this was an improvement or not, since things had started out well the previous day.
"Eagle Squadron, prepare for launch," Quatre announced into the microphone that broadcasted throughout the hangar and the radios. The men hurried from their external pre-flight inspections to climb into the cockpit, lowering the hatch and waiting for Quatre's order to launch. After a nod from Heero, the lieutenant issued the command. "Eagle Squadron, you're free to fly. Once you're in the air, circle the base thrice and come back in to land."
"Yes, sir," came several responses through the static of the intercom. They taxied to the landing strip, taking off in waves of two. Heero exited the hangar to get a better view of the drill, smiling slightly. 'If they don't know anything else, at least they can fly in formation. The rest can be taught as much as they want, but it won't be truly learned until it's applied in a dogfight.'
The first group started to return, taxing back into the hangar and climbing out of their fighters to stand near Quatre at the microphone. Heero noticed the anger in Tiebald's eyes as the pilot approached.
"Major, this is bullshit!"
Heero's eyebrow rose, having somewhat expected this from Eagle Seven. "How is it, Tiebald?"
The slightly younger man seemed taken aback - obviously not prepared for the fact that Heero *would* want to hear his opinion. "You have us flying rounds when we should be going after the enemy. The only reason London is still being bombed is because none of our commanders have come up with a direct offensive attack! You can't beat an enemy by trying to scare them away!"
Heero felt disappointed. Tiebald was just blowing smoke. "Perhaps, Lieutenant, it's because this squadron hasn't given them a *reason* to be afraid yet. I'm having you 'flying rounds' - as you say - to make sure this group knows the basics. I can't expect high-risk maneuvers when you can't even stay by your wingman. Where do you want to see more casualties - the Nazis or this squadron?" There was no response.
"If you really wanted to fly offensive," Heero pried, "you should have signed up with the British Air Force. Or is that why you're up in my face? Were you too afraid to sign up but wanted to prove yourself as a man, picking the next best thing? Maybe you got away with pulling these stunts on Colonel Marquise, but I've survived the real thing, Tiebald, and I've seen and caused the death of more lives than you could ever comprehend."
Quatre came up to the pair, oblivious to the conversation that was taking place. "Is everything all right?"
"Yes, it's fine," Heero replied, heading back inside the hangar. "I think Lieutenant Tiebald understands now, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," the pilot responded, seeming too stunned to say anything else.
Heero saw the men talking amongst themselves, but they snapped to attention when the major cleared his throat. "You've all passed. Congratulations. Tomorrow we're going to find out what you're really made of. Dismissed."
When all the pilots cleared out, Quatre leveled a questioning look at his superior officer. "Was Tiebald being a problem again?"
"No," Heero shook his head, "I think his issues have been settled. I'm ready for lunch, though. It's been some time since I've had real food. Let's go have something to eat."
*~**~*
End Part 6
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
*~**~*
The sound of engines powering up echoed through the morning air as the pilots of Eagle Squadron prepared for another test flight. They were all wearing flight uniforms and kept solemn expressions. Major Yuy couldn't help but wonder if this was an improvement or not, since things had started out well the previous day.
"Eagle Squadron, prepare for launch," Quatre announced into the microphone that broadcasted throughout the hangar and the radios. The men hurried from their external pre-flight inspections to climb into the cockpit, lowering the hatch and waiting for Quatre's order to launch. After a nod from Heero, the lieutenant issued the command. "Eagle Squadron, you're free to fly. Once you're in the air, circle the base thrice and come back in to land."
"Yes, sir," came several responses through the static of the intercom. They taxied to the landing strip, taking off in waves of two. Heero exited the hangar to get a better view of the drill, smiling slightly. 'If they don't know anything else, at least they can fly in formation. The rest can be taught as much as they want, but it won't be truly learned until it's applied in a dogfight.'
The first group started to return, taxing back into the hangar and climbing out of their fighters to stand near Quatre at the microphone. Heero noticed the anger in Tiebald's eyes as the pilot approached.
"Major, this is bullshit!"
Heero's eyebrow rose, having somewhat expected this from Eagle Seven. "How is it, Tiebald?"
The slightly younger man seemed taken aback - obviously not prepared for the fact that Heero *would* want to hear his opinion. "You have us flying rounds when we should be going after the enemy. The only reason London is still being bombed is because none of our commanders have come up with a direct offensive attack! You can't beat an enemy by trying to scare them away!"
Heero felt disappointed. Tiebald was just blowing smoke. "Perhaps, Lieutenant, it's because this squadron hasn't given them a *reason* to be afraid yet. I'm having you 'flying rounds' - as you say - to make sure this group knows the basics. I can't expect high-risk maneuvers when you can't even stay by your wingman. Where do you want to see more casualties - the Nazis or this squadron?" There was no response.
"If you really wanted to fly offensive," Heero pried, "you should have signed up with the British Air Force. Or is that why you're up in my face? Were you too afraid to sign up but wanted to prove yourself as a man, picking the next best thing? Maybe you got away with pulling these stunts on Colonel Marquise, but I've survived the real thing, Tiebald, and I've seen and caused the death of more lives than you could ever comprehend."
Quatre came up to the pair, oblivious to the conversation that was taking place. "Is everything all right?"
"Yes, it's fine," Heero replied, heading back inside the hangar. "I think Lieutenant Tiebald understands now, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," the pilot responded, seeming too stunned to say anything else.
Heero saw the men talking amongst themselves, but they snapped to attention when the major cleared his throat. "You've all passed. Congratulations. Tomorrow we're going to find out what you're really made of. Dismissed."
When all the pilots cleared out, Quatre leveled a questioning look at his superior officer. "Was Tiebald being a problem again?"
"No," Heero shook his head, "I think his issues have been settled. I'm ready for lunch, though. It's been some time since I've had real food. Let's go have something to eat."
*~**~*
End Part 6