It was two o'clock in the morning, on a normal Thursday at Osan Air Base, or at least it seemed that way. For the North Korean sleeper agent living in South Korea, it was going to be the day he proved to the Great Leader that he was, in fact, a capable agent. The skinny man crawled through the bushes towards his prize, an American attack plane parked on the ramp.
The agent looked down at the payload he carried in his arms, a small box with a blue glow emanating along its sides. He did not know what it would do, but the scientist who told him how to build it had assured him it would cause all kinds of destruction to the Imperialist jet it was attached to. The Korean wasn't entirely sure that it would be a capable device- but the Great Leader had trusted him to do this, and he knew that the Great Leader would only use capable equipment against the Americans.
As such, the man made his way to the belly of the aircraft, and upon reaching there, he opened a panel behind the wings of the aircraft using a length of cable. Inside was a group of electrical cables, which he ignored as he jammed the device into the minimal space around the cables, and turned on the twelve hour timer. He immediately closed the panel, ensuring it was locked and secure, before crawling back to the bushes to make his way back to his non suspicious looking vehicle.
Lawrence Robinson was convinced his Warthog was in working order for its flight as he ensured that the lights on board were in working order. He had checked the plane over inside and out, as he had done before every other flight on every plane he had ever flown, and today had no reason to be different. Today was simply another exercise, more time for the 25th Fighter Squadron to get some practice up in the air.
Lawrence gave a thumbs up to the crewmen standing around as he climbed into the cockpit of the A-10. He followed the other A-10, his buddy Robert's plane Mustang 2-1, to the runway after getting his clearance to taxi. As his friend requested clearance and taxied onto the runway, he moved to hold short of the runway and requested his clearance.
"Osan Tower, Mustang 2-2 is holding short of runway niner requesting straight-out departure."
"Mustang 2-2, this is Osan tower, You are cleared for taxi onto the active and straight out departure."
"Osan Tower, Mustang 2-2, cleared for straight out departure on runway niner."
With that, the pilot increased thrust smoothly as he taxied onto the runway's center line. It didn't take long for him to pull off the ground and raise the landing gear. Looking at his clock, he saw his time of departure was 13:42, meaning he had plenty of time to practice maneuvers before he was to return to base at 16:00. "Mustang 1-1, Mustang 2-2 is airborne and enroute to waypoint Alpha."
As the pair of Thunderbolt II strike aircraft flew along the DMZ, practicing formation flying, the pilot of one of them noticed some thing after performing a hard turn. "The electrical power is looking a little low..." Lawrence noted to himself in the cockpit, "Hey Mustang 2-1," Lawrence called out on his radio.
"Copy that, Mustang 2-2, go ahead." Robert in the lead A-10 replied quickly.
"I seem to be having trouble with my-" His voice cut off, followed by a loud Boom coming from about a mile behind Robert's plane.
The pilot of Mustang 2-1 looked around frantically behind him as he called out to his friend "Mustang 2-2, come in!" He repeated messages of that nature over his radio before turning around for another look. With no signs of his friends plane, he pressed a button changing his radio transmission frequency to that of Osan tower.
"Osan Tower," he called in, "We've lost Mustang 2-2, I repeat, Mustang 2-2 is down."
"-Electrical power. How do you advise 2-1?"
As he was talking, Lawrence did notice a blue glow around his aircraft, and a change in the landscape below the airplane. He instantly checked his GPS, which showed no signal. "Oh Fuck." The pilot groaned as he called in on his radio to the frequency of Osan Tower. "Osan Tower, this is Mustang 2-2, do you read?"
In a minute, he received no response. This isn't right.
"This is Mustang 2-2 to all aircraft, do you read?"
Again, no response, so he changed channels to that of Incheon International Airport in Seoul.
"Incheon tower, this is Mustang 2-2, is type A-10 Thunderbolt II of the United States Air Force, do you copy my transmission?"
With this being his final attempt and receiving no transmission, he gave up and began looking for a visual below him. He saw a large white and gold castle on a side of a mountain off in the distance, and immediately below him was a village, one that to him looked very similar to that of a medieval European village. He continued approaching the castle, wanting a closer look at that than at the small town.
As he flew on, a rainbow trailed projectile flew up towards his plane from the village that was now behind him, his instincts kicking in, he punched flares and initiated an evasive maneuver. Seconds later, the rainbow trailed entity caught up with the canopy of his plane and began flying off to his right. It was a horse. A flying horse, a pegasus if Lawrence remembered correctly. A rainbow colored one at that. The horse looked as though it had trouble keeping up with him.
As though the horse noticed him, it waved at him. Lawrence leaned back in his seat in more confusion, but decided it wouldn't be polite not to wave back. The next thing on the pilot's mind was finding a place to land. And preferably figure out what was going on.
He continued looking at the horse, and the more he did so, the more he realized that its snout had a far different shape than that of what you would expect from a horse. Deciding he had more important things to do than investigate a horse, Lawrence increased thrust and sped off towards the massive castle that had caught his attention earlier.
A frightening thought came to the Captain that he was in some fantasy world, like Lord of the Rings or something. He almost wished he had more knowledge of the fantasy genre now. What the Captain didn't need to know much about the fantasy worlds to know, however, was that there wasn't going to be a smooth runway anywhere for him to land on. Which meant he'd have to find something very flat.
The pegasus caught up with him again, and looked as though it wanted to challenge him, to this the pilot paid no mind; for he needed to prioritize a spot for landing, and not run out of fuel before doing so. He looked at his fuel gauge, he made more desperate attempts to contact anyone, but they were in vain. He was now less than 10 miles from the castle, and the rainbow pegasus was still outside his window.
The pilot could see fields below him, but he wanted to use those as a last resort, but if it came to it, he knew he could land in one with minor damage. He just had to make sure it wasn't a rice paddy.
As the pilot took his thoughts away from his landing options to investigate the castle, he realized it wasn't just a castle, it was a whole city. And the damned thing was massive. He had heard of European castles being built on the side of mountains for defense, but this thing looked like it was far larger to any of those castles. As he looked around the city from above, he noticed a railroad track leading into the city.
Lawrence was overjoyed at this. Maybe this isn't a fantasy world after all! Maybe they have airstrips! Maybe they have radios! He tried again to find any sign of radio activity near the city by searching his radio. More nothing.. He truly wasn't surprised- even if this society had radios, the odds they would use the same frequencies for communication in such a large spectrum is highly unlikely.
The horse on his side flew down to the city below him. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed that the rainbow pegasus was intelligent. It was a frightening thought that a flying horse could be the dominant lifeform on this planet. I just hope they have a need for two thousand foot-long runways... It seemed unlikely, but it was a hope that he had. Then, several other shapes with gray contrails flew up towards him, followed by another rainbow contrail.
I guess I must have violated their airspace, Robinson dumped flares and banked hard to the left, away from the city. Soon after, the objects flew up to him again, the same rainbow pegasus leading other pegasi to his plane. The others were all similar colors, and their colors were almost as glossy as a freshly waxed car. The Hog Pilot deadpanned. Should have guessed it was just more of these horse things.
One of them, with a similarly shaped nose to that of the rainbow one, made a gesture indicating it wanted him to follow. Lawrence responded with a nod and a thumbs up. The strange creatures lead him back towards where he started, he thought they were taking him to the village again, but once they got close, they turned right heading south east towards a desert and canyon are. They lead him to a marked clear area near what looked like a small base, and one gestured with its forelimbs like a crewman vectoring a plane to the ramp.
He nodded as acknowledgement and lowered his flaps and landing gear and turned around for an approach. As he landed he felt a couple of bumps, but he had landed on worse. One of the pegasi lead him to a ramp where he turned off the engines. He proceeded to shut down his plane, and ensure it is in working order from the cockpit. He lowered the ladder using a button in the cockpit and climbed over the edge and onto the ladder.
A pegasus wearing what looked like a military dress shirt was waiting for him. He climbed down, and the horse-thing spoke in an authoritative tone. "Identify yourself."
This would have surprised some men and made them freeze up, but if he did then he wouldn't be a very good attack pilot. As such, he responded in a practiced, neutral tone. "Captain Lawrence J. Robinson, United States Air Force."
The small horse- which he assumed to be female at this point- brought its hoof to its face. "And what exactly are you Captain?" She asked.
Representing humanity to an alien species? Check that one off the bucket list. He stood straight up with a proud smile on his face, "I'm a human, and I come in peace," He managed to keep a straight face at that cheesy line.
The thing in front of him smiled at this and spoke. "Welcome to Equestria, Lawrence. My name is Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts."
She motioned him to follow towards the building.
"Wait, you never told me what you guys are?"
"Ponies."
Oh, there's a surprise.
Well, looks like I know what I'm reading tonight.
More Please :D
Please write more.
I was thinking of doing something along the same lines, except with future me in a F-35 (yes I am gonna be a fighter pilot....I hope).
Oh yea I forgot to mention: MOAR!
Eeeh, not horrible in the sense of horrible writer syndrome, you're obviously a capable author. There's just a major issue of stuff happening too quickly.
More notably, and personally, the landing. It felt that it went too smoothly with a runway that wasn't designed for big, metal, alien jets. I had to read through that paragraph again to make sure that I didn't miss something, cause it just went through too quickly.
Now, other than that, no errors in terms of the English language, and I'm confident that you can improve. I just hope this story doesn't stall out going: "Ok! I got the human and his plane into Equestria! They'll be so surprised with their different cultures, and the ponies will gawk at the humans technology! Then... what... oh crap I didn't think people would want me to get this far." Then cue the next chapter never.
Look forward to future chapters.
3025518... I have something you might be interested in... Skies Ablaze
3026248 I'm Canadian BTW
3026309 Canada uses the CF-18, so that is still a possibility.
3026334 The CF-35 is actually going to enter Canadian service.
Ah, Osan air base. I sometimes see CH-53s heading there. I only saw A-10 once.
Oh hey, a self insert.*looks at Authors name*
3026356 I'm 15 now
It's a good read, very good indeed. Everything seems to be in order, and major props for the radio and naming usage; actually sounding formal over the radio and calling them by Mustang 2-1 etc. instead of constantly calling them by the individual callsign of the pilot. Still I can't help but feel we're starting to beat a dead horse with the Military in Equestria bit. I've seen so many fics that send a pilot/soldier/ship to Equestria.I was kind of hoping for something along the lines of the plane getting sent without the pilot and the ponies figuring it out for themselves (Though the comedy tag provides a good twist). And, this is I think the 2nd or 3rd with the A-10 specifically. I get that you love the Warthog (Who doesn't) but this same basic situation's been used already. Weather or not this story stands out from the rest, which i'm guessing it will (again based on the comedy tag), will depend mostly on what happens while he's in Equestria, which the norm is defending them from some evil because his lone plane (or really any military aircraft, for that matter) is the most powerful weapon there. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but it's more in the way they do it; which is usually go there, agree to help, kill bad guy, and go home again.
Why exactly does almost every Pilot in Equestria story have to have modern USAF jets? Why not send a P-51 Mustang? That'd be interesting. Or maybe a B-52, MiG-31, or even an AH-64? There's so many more possibilities to this genre's stories, equipment, and setting that haven't been tried yet.
On a side note, thank you so much for having the common sense to actually point out the Squadron the aircraft belong to; something few writers actually do.
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It's something that always get's under my skin with any military fic about not knowing their unit.
My favorite plane in equestria? Seems interesting.
Pretty good. An actualy reasonable and slightly realistic reaction for a pilot being magically teleported to equestria.
3026745 That's cause two took off...
But only one landed...
At that air base anyway.
Well, continue this good sir!
Shows promise.
I actually thought only the plane itself was gonna be in equestria
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Admittedly it’s hardly ideal, and you wouldn’t want to rely on such measures long‐term but I’m not really seeing an issue here; the A‐10 can — and has — landed on and taken off from worse. Hell, it could even land on dirt or gravel were it even slightly hard packed.
Might have potential, but seems to me you're trying to speed through the story to get to the 'juicy' bits.
Story feels rushed, improbable regarding certain scenes (most notable the landing), and from the standpoint of the human (even if he's trained) far to accepting of what is happening to him. I mean, it's technicolored flying ponies that seem to fly along-side him, not a bald eagle or condor or something. I'd personally would start to suspect someone drugged me, and I'm hallucinating. Not the most desired situation when piloting I suppose.
Oh, and only Spitfire waiting for him? And the ponies knowing he's going to need an airstrip of sorts to touchdown? The flyby of Canterlot would've probably brought half the guard out, and tho I would more or less expect him to find the airstrip by accident, I doubt Spitfire solo would be the one to welcome him. And if she did, not in the semi-relaxed manner she's shown to have.
For a prologue I'd have expected just the scene with the device being planted. Chapter 1 might be the flight itself ending with the boom. Chapter 2 the flight over Equestria, where Chapter 3 could pose the landing. For a prologue you seem to want to cram WAY too much in here. With a decent amount of fleshing out scenes and thinking things through as to 'what would someone/somepony really do' to make the whole story more believable, this could still lead somewhere.
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Or perhaps an old Spitfire? lol
Got a good laugh out of this one.
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A Spitfire would be awesome. The thoroughbreds of the sky.
Aah to good!! MOAR please!
3036719 Most likely it would be loaded as the 'training exercise' is more or less a patrol to intimidate the North Koreans.
this is pretty good and was the plane armed with missiles and a gatling gun or it just a training exercise?
Ah, I was wondering if you would write something like this.
Definitely looking forward to more!
An A10 Warthog, trying to fly under My RADAR? I'm sorry son, but that is...
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I have an alternate title (for the prologue) to suggest...
ERGHMAHGERD Ponies, Dump Flares!
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Oh the irony...
flying small colourful horses. Ponies? Nah
... lets name them Purtigals!
BRRRRRT! [Freedom Intensifies]
3036719 30mm HAHAHAHAHA BRRRFFFFFFFFFF!!! VVVVVVVVVVVVVVV!!!
Damn I thought this was going to be good
3028277 kind of an off question but are you an air cadet? It would make sense if you were
3058041 yup a Sargent
3062222 I'm a corporal what squadron?
3062240 907 black knight
3068492 that's strange my squad is called black knight but we are 779
3060550 That is MY kind of math...
I'm noticing a few small details in terms of aviation accuracy that are bothering me slightly. For one, I highly doubt training exercises would be conducted along the DMZ; that would most likely be a combat air patrol. Another is that a low electrical power would be indicative of either a faulty battery or generator, and while either would be serious neither would pose any substantial risk to the aircraft. I will give you that this was probably only a symptom of something going on. Anything smaller then that would probably be nitpicking, so I'll leave it. (Like runway 09 would be read 'Zero-Niner' and not runway Niner.)
Aside from all that, I'm pretty interested in this, so I'll favorite and follow.
Interesting enough...you have my mark of approval, I wanna see where this goes
A-10, the greatest plane ever built, in Equestria. You have my attention, good sir.
still working on this?
i really hope so
3412556 I am, I have, however been quite busy since the end of August.
Ohhh this has promise! Though given the A-10 is built for the slow-and-low role, (about as fast as the top-speed epic warbirds of WW2) I doubt Dash would have trouble keeping up with one, unless it's staying up a long time. The fast-movers on the other hoof, like F-15s and MiG-25s...
Typically, at the root of these stories is Equestria tweaking probability on someone else's misfortune and bringing that someone into play for events in Equestria the locals cannot easily handle.
The A-10 tank-killer, Apache Longbow, or a modern NATO-standard Main Battle Tank with 120mm gun are the only things that I think are the lowest minimum weapons needed for a fair fight vs Kaiju size threats...
Maybe Tiamat, the multiheaded queen of dragons is coming to Equestria and will be taking control of all the dragons?
VFR as in visual flight rules or what?
3415089 Yep. VFR is visual flight rules.
When I was reading this, I thought about what it would be like having a fucking A-10C Warthog/Thunderbolt following you... Now I know that the ponies don't know what the thing is capable of, but in earth, I'd be shitting myself!
You planning to finish this?
3544379 I am in progress with second chapter, I have been...preoccupied.