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Saint Forum-Blogger© Pioneer100© Member  Polymath
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Thanks to my friends here, I've found Lulu.com and I'll be publishing my book in a week or so. In the meantime, as a reward for their participation in my last story, Britt and Amy will star in the last story to be published in this edition. It's the story of two female fighter pilots in the future! Here's an excerpt: Air War By Jonathan St. Ives Colonel Britt Stevens flew at thirty thousand feet over the Antarctic ice, blazing along at over eight hundred miles per hour. She was young for a colonel, only thirty-two, and she lacked many of the lines in her face that a veteran of over four years of combat should have had. Her long blonde hair was pinned up under her helmet, so that only the smallest wisps showed on the sides. Her firmly set jaw contradicted her relaxed expression. But even with that clue to her state of mind, the sparkling blue eyes that sat above her full lips and perfectly formed nose made it hard to believe that this was a tireless, efficient warrior. The flat-black jet streaked through the beautiful blue afternoon sky with hardly a vibration. It was a state-of-the-art warplane capable of feats that would have made the pilots of previous generations turn bright green with jealousy. It could take off straight up and its vectored exhaust helped it to pull off maneuvers that made it seem more of a spacecraft than an aircraft. I was equipped with the latest weaponry, and was made of a polymer that could change colors in an instant. All around her, large tracts of stratocumulus clouds billowed like gigantic cotton balls. Each filled with twisting tunnels and beckoning caves. To her right flew another slim black fighter like her own. Although she couldn’t see her wingman, she knew that Captain Amy tucker was as alert and vigilant as she was. “Baron zero niner to baron ten, we are closing on the enemy’s coordinates, do you have joy?” she spoke clearly into the inset microphone in her helmet. “Negative, baron zero niner, I have no joy. Do you think they turned tails and bugged out?” came the quick reply. Brit was pleased that her young protégé was with her on this mission. There wasn’t a sharper or more fearless pilot on her base, as she well knew, since she had trained most of them herself. Amy was dark-haired, dark-eyed, and sometimes dark tempered. She had struggled a bit when she had first started the program, and her small stature made things even more difficult for her. But after Britt had arranged to take over her training, she had blossomed into the fastest and most capable fighter pilot on the base. “I doubt it, Captain, with their ground offensive going full bore, they’ll try to challenge us at every turn, even in out of the way places like this.” At that second, her sensors began to scream at her. “Baron ten, break left and kick the burners! We have bogeys at twelve o’clock high!” Britt slammed the throttles to their topmost stop and the plane lunged ahead like a quarterhorse coming out of the gate. More sirens began to blare in her cockpit. “Baron ten, incoming tech-seekers! Go to blue, kill all power and flame out! She yelled into the microphone. ‘Roger, blue flame out!” came the fast reply from Amy. The incoming missiles were technology seeking, they could home in on a target with a number of separate devices. They could “see” with cameras, they could sense heat, and they homed in on any electronic power source. The only defense the two women had was to change their polymer coatings to blue to match the sky and kill all the power in the jets, thereby flaming out the engines. Then it became a waiting game to see if the missiles spotted their camouflaged planes before they had to reignite their engines. If they waited too long, they might not be able to recover before crashing into the ground. If they restarted the engines too soon, the missiles would follow the seeking cone like a duck to water...
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Britt Forum-Blogger© Original500© Member  Learning Contentment
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I love it! Awesome descriptions of the stratocumulus clouds! I want some of that color-changing polymer. Talk about "stealth mode"! VERY cool, Saint. Your descriptions of me were extremely flattering! Very nice of you, I must say. Ah, to be 32 again, hahaha. Oh, and I love Amy's characterization.  So, may I order a color-changing polymer on my car? That way, no one will know when I am approaching, save for the raucous sound of my engine. "Where is that noise coming from?"
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Amy Original500© Member  ...going with the flow...
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   Nice job Saint.  I have a feeling I need to enjoy this as my fifteen minutes of fame.       ..... cuz, since I'm just the co-star.....I may get killed off in the end.  but oh! the suspense is gonna kill me.  Last edited on 01:34 am by Amy |
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Remember that "flight level two zero zero" is actually 200,000'. The material description as a "polymer" has me cringing. Most people won't know, and girls will love it as a fantasy.
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Saint Forum-Blogger© Pioneer100© Member Polymath
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LOL! Good for you Mo. one of the problems I faced when I wrote my first true life story "Fuel Imbalance" was that I got too technical and the average people that read it couldn't understadn some of the jargon like DME (Distance Measured Equivalent) and EGT (Exhaust Gas Temperature. They told me it made the story too hard to read. So this time , I tried to concentrate on making the story flow better and either modifying the technical stuff, completely explaining it, or just dumping it altogether! Nice catch, Mo! 
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