The sky filled with black clouds as the falcon battalion units fought against their enemies, flying around in the sky, slowly filling pieces of it in black flak. Varis flew around, shooting away, seeing the hostiles in front of them get consumed in a cloud of black from his flak rifle.
Varis flew around, twirling as if he was dancing mid battle with his allies.
They strafed around, releasing bursts of flak towards the enemy.
As the flak smoke cleared, their bodies fell through the sky, disappearing under the clouds below.
He continued flying through the sky, embracing the frosty atmosphere. Breathing more through his oxygen mask, flak ammo continued pouring into his rifle from the ammo bag on his back.
"There's 3 left, open fire on them!" Their leader ordered, speaking through the headset on his helmet.
Varis flew down, giving chase to one of the remaining hostiles, flak filled the chase as the two fired at one another.
The chase came to a quick halt as Varis fired one more time, the flak slammed directly at the fleeing enemy. Through the black smoke, the body fell, falling down under the clouds.
"Alright, that's the last of them." The officer spoke. "Falcon Battalion, head back for rearm and refuel. We'll take down another spotted unit."
Varis flew away from the area with his unit, flying in a v formation as they sped through. A moment of relaxation hit Varis despite the cold temperature, his sight, not blinded with the goggles resting on his eyes. Sighing in joy while he flew on the side of the formation.
The fly was quick, returning to their home, Mecombia. Large buildings adorned with lights from the outside and within the buildings. All working for different purposes, from helping the civilians to providing arms for the army to just upholding the entire floating platform, holding on by massive thrusters blasting beneath it.
Varis landed on an open platform as personnel stood before them, carrying newer equipment to be used. Their faces, obscured by oxygen masks as well, donning heavy coats to fight the cold.
A quick change, Varis donned a new set of gear. A filled up fuel tank, a new ammo bag, and a new oxygen tank sealed inside a protected bag, feeding through a tube to the mask.
"Alright, we'll engage another target, hope you're all prepared and didn't use up all your energy on the first run." The leader was already hovering above them.
With all their gear changed up, the personnel ran back to the small building behind them, the briefing building.
Varis began testing his new gear, hovering and flying around for a short time, checking if everything was ready.
"Alright, let's head off." Finished checking, he flew with the rest, forming in the same V shape once more. Flying off away from their home.
The home behind them was now gone as they flew farther.
"The unit here is larger, we'll be supported by the owl and eagle battalion." The leader explained.
As they passed through a raised cloud, blinding everything around them, they saw the battlefield. Soldiers flying around, becoming blurs as black smoke choked the air around them.
"ENGAGE!" Varis sped forward, charging into the fray directly. Looking around he searched for hostiles.
The fight escalated further as the sky became more blackened, more soldiers fighting one another in the sky, flying around and falling beneath the clouds.
Varis gave chase to one of them, flying right behind him as he opened fire, flak blew up near to the target as they dashed around, dodging each shot.
Varis lined up shot after shot, each becoming closer to hitting. With a trigger, the last flak round blew up behind the hostile, sending shrapnel through their back as an explosion marked their end.
What was left of the hostile began falling through the sky.
Varis, with his target killed, quickly joined with the others, supporting others as they strafed the skies with flak, flying around fast as more began dying, ally and hostile alike, meeting the earth under.
With each new kill, Varis felt more and more exhausted as he rapidly dashed around, hunting for more and helping his fellow allies.
As he flew, he was slammed on the side, sending him twirling backwards before regaining footing and hovering straight. A hostile rammed into him, on his rifle was a bayonet, inches from his neck, he struggled with the man as they flew backwards. Varis grabbed onto his rifle, trying to push it away but to little avail. Varis' rifle dangled by a sling below him. As they struggled, Varis managed to push the rifle away, kicking the hostile in the stomach, sending him back.
He quickly reeled the sling to him, grabbing the rifle and starting to aim at the hostile, now charging again at him.
A flak round flew through the air, slamming into the hostile as he flew forward.
A brief silence hit Varis as the fight ended, seeing the dead body start falling down from the sky, clothing torn and riddled with metal shards.
The fight around him slowly halted, hostile soldiers began falling down the sky, overwhelmed by the allied battalions.
As the last black cloud dissipated, a silence followed, everyone stared at each other in a moment of realization, the battle wave over. There was no cheer of victory, merely staring at themselves and each other for confirmation of the battle's end.
"All leaders check a casualty report on your teams, should be lower than expected. I'll radio a body recovery team on our location." A different voice spoke on all soldiers' comms.
Varis joined up with his formation, a few weren't present in the formation as the leader hovered in front of staring, looking at his battalion.
"Thank god they still use magazines than an ammo belt." He spoke, still connected to the comms.
"Alright," He stopped talking for a second, visibly exhausted as well. "Let's head back to the quarters and get some rest, tomorrow is gonna be another war on a different front of the stratosphere." the leader finished talking.
With the battle over, it was now time to return home, back to Mecombia.
New sci fi starting.
A war in the skies.
Enjoy!