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Part 4: There's No Time To Mourn

The entire fleet was trashed; no survivors remaining other than the lucky but damaged flying biplane, which was flying towards Condetena, even though it had only 200 machine gun rounds and no payload, as well as very damaged- no, completely unusable machine guns. Its engine was sputtering, the pilot wounded and bleeding.

The 1LT flew a drone alongside the biplane, and saw the wounded pilot looking at it, understanding it was looking at him. He managed to let out some words while in his absolutely sorry state. "R-requesting-g p-permission to land?" The drone promptly disappeared, and she forwarded a quickly-taken recording of the pilot to the ATC tower. 

"ATC, run a STANSCAN (standard scan) and if he passes, let him land." "Copy, LT." The ATC operator then pressed a button and targeted a UI at the damaged biplane, which then underwent a standard scan. The scan deemed him sufficient (and bro forgot his pistol and ammo), and a drone flew up next to the pilot, playing a message from the division commander.

"You are cleared for landing, pilot." The pilot nodded, and began his descent towards a runway, eventually safely landing. He stumbles out of his plane, before he goes unconscious. Before he can hit the ground, some medical specialists catch him, before teleporting him over to the infirmary.

Back at the airfield, the division commander walks towards the horribly damaged archaic plane. "This one's a real fossil, isn't it?" She says to herself quietly, dragging her hand along its' damaged metal airframe. "Wait a minute- GET ME A CIVLINK CONTRACTOR!" She yelled. 

(Context: CIVLINK, or Civilian Link, is a contractor company that allows military servicecreatures to send retrieved items to civilian institutions such as museums, seen here) 

(These context things may pop up sometimes)

Soon, the contractor guy shows up. "Yes, 1LT?" "Just call me by my nickname next time, and could you please send this plane to the Asteran War Museum?" "Of course Typhoon, and sure." The guy nodded, and the plane and the guy then teleported to the back of the museum, where discoveries are processed and prepped for show.

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"Hey You, You're Finally Awake"

December 3, 542 - 13:42:56

Airman III Pamphilus - "The Last Of The Balingian Air Corps"

Condetena Base Infirmary

Condetena, Republic of Lesospian

Pamphilus, the wounded airman who barely survived the destruction of the remainder of his nation's navy, now woke up in the infirmary. He glanced around and mentally scanned himself for injuries simultaneously, of which he found none, and he started noticing the softness of the infirmary bed and pillow, before noticing the flag of the New World Union, the enemy his commanders said were evil invaders from another world, to grossly oversimplify it.

He rescanned himself, and realized something. If they were as evil as his commanders had made them out to be, why were they taking care of him? Before he could ponder on his thoughts for long, a robotic nurse entered the room and noticed he was no longer asleep.

"Oh hey, you're finally awake-" The nurse said as she rushed over. "You're the pilot who was trying to escape the Balingian navy's destruction, right?" Pamphilus was speechless, since somehow the nurse from the other nation was speaking his own language, before he pressed it in and spoke. "Yes."

"Alright, the HB-Division commander is waiting for you." The nurse left quickly after, beckoning for him to follow her. Pamphilus did so, eventually finding himself in an interrogation room, though with the typical otherworldly beauty he now associated with the base. The Division commander was sitting down, and motioned for him to sit down across her.

"Alright Pamphilus, I am sure you know about your situation, no?" She asked. "T-that the last of the Balingian navy- our navy was destroyed? Yes, I am aware." "Yes, and also you are three things. One, the last of the Balingian air corps." He shook while she said that, but still tried to stay composed and calm. 

"Two, you are in enemy hands." Pamphilus remembered this, and a thought that he kept trying to silence in his head kept flickering like a neon sign: 'OoOooOooOhhHhHhH nnNnNnnoOoOo'. "And three, your nation is almost completely annihilated." Pamphilus, having had an incredibly shitty and tiring day, could not find it in him anymore to deny this, and just accepted this as fact.

"Don't worry about your living conditions though, we have great POW camps." She winked and smiled at him jokingly while getting up, which caused him to split internally as to whether she was for real about the POW camps, or if he was about to go to hell on Thuia. She exited the room with the incredibly tired Pamphilus being escorted out of the ring sector.

He was then brought to a POW sector of the base, where he was given a room and basic toiletries, food, and water. From having to wake up incredibly early and getting insufficient sleep to having to keep on doing extremely harsh routines to his natural seasickness not merging well with the long naval voyage, he felt so empty that he just collapsed into his new POW bed.

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