Sunday, July 17

Atlas World News! - Spring *Special* 1938 Ed. 10

*Special*
 1938 Spring Ed.10

Battle Over Sky Haven!
     - Written By: Hughie 'Albatross' Mason. 
     Explosions! Dogfights! Carnage and Calamity, the likes of which you've never seen reader! In all my years of reporting I have never seen anything so dramatic. The Iron Lances, famed for deadly precision, and the Iron Falcons, an up-and-coming powerhouse of piracy, in a head to head battle for aerial supremacy!
     We intercepted a transmission late last night, Zebulon B. Vance, squadron leader of the Lances, called out the Falcons to a showdown. The two squadrons had been at each other's throats for the past few weeks, causing nothing but trouble for themselves, and civilians. Now here it was, a pirate's agreement it to settle their dispute once and for all. We received a tip-off from one of our contacts of the last known co-ordinates of the Falcon's Zeppelin, "The Falcon's Nest". Without time to shave or dress properly, we were out of our beds and into the night sky.
    As the early morning light slowly filled the scene and our autogyro cabin, we could make out the two Zeppelins through the mist. We scanned through all the radio frequencies before we found them, but boy did we tune in at the right moment. An Irish accent echoed through the cabin "You really didn't see it coming did ya?", it turns out one of the Falcons' long term pilots had been working for the Lances all along! It is even believed by some that the Falcons were formerly the brutal Fighting Daredevils, and that this very pilot had been flying with them since the beginning of their career. Such drama was unfolding before our eyes!
    My pen had barely scratched this down when the Irishman fired upon his former squad-mates. Curses and all kinds of damnation was heaved over the radio channels, as the Lances soared in on their Nitro boosted engines. BLAM! Gunfire ripped through planes. Rockets pinged off wings. Sonics deafened pilots. The fighting was intense! It was the fire of passion as a man burns his last, a fight to very end.
    The Irishman barely lasted 2 minutes before his former comrades brought down their wrath, a combat boarding team was dispatched to find and execute the traitor. Shortly after that one of the Falcons was shot down, a Warhawk of all things brought down so casually, can you believe it!
     Our intrigue grew as we learned that the former Iron Lances pilot, Lycan Fuego - Head of of the former "Lycan Fuego's Stallion Sanctuary" - was now flying with the Iron Falcons, having had his ranch destroyed in attempted assassination attempt by his former comrades no less! The bullets were brutal and bitter this day, with vengeance and retribution engraved on their sides.
     In this frenzied combat, a familiar face flew past, it was that of Anna "Kossack" Rasputin, the illustrious and dangerous ex-lover of Bill Redmann and 2nd in command of his very own "Redmann's Gang". Now, after his fatal crash, she was flying with the Iron Lances.
    Well we couldn't believe it, but our excitement would have to wait. "Kossack's" plane jumped into a turn she wasn't quite expecting, while Lycan Fuego banked straight towards her, with no time to alter course the two planes collided! A face of horror and hatred crossed Anna's face, while Lycan's was that of intrigue and desire.
     In a horrible mash of metal, the two planes fused together in a fireball of death, and plummeted below the skyline. Never to be seen again. At that same moment, like a 21 gun salute, the rear of the Iron Lances' Zeppelin erupted in an explosion! Lt. Commander John Smith had positioned his Balmorral bomber so as to fly through the heart of the Zeppelin, firing Aerial Torpedoes as he goes, destroying everything in his wake.
    The world shook as his fired another volley of annihilation! More Iron Lance planes fell, accompanied by the occasional Iron falcon. As the Zeppelin buckled and heaved, a duo of autogyros flew out from the collapsing hanger. Desperate refugees? No! They were flying for "The Falcon's Nest". A boarding party!
     As the number of planes still airborne dwindled, the Falcons soared backwards to protect their Zeppelin. In an almighty roar the Balmorral bomber, completely unscathed, flew from the nose of a now cored Zeppelin. The canvas husk clung to a charred aluminium skeleton of a once great beast, as it fell foul of gravity and sunk beneath the clouds, to join its fallen brethren.
    The Iron Falcons circled the last of the Lances, John Smith found himself in a heated face-to-face battle with Noburo Hiro-Matsu, the deadliest gunner the Lances had to offer. Bangs resounded around the valley as more explosive rounds detonated(an invention of the I.Lances), and as falling debris collided with the battle strewn ground.
    Finally, their face-off came to a head, and Smith shot down Noburo. But, in a last ditch effort, Noburo fired one last hail of bullets and took his adversary down with him. What happened next is the likes of which I have never seen as man, or a reporter. After getting his crewmen to safety, Smith appeared standing on his cockpit with no parachute to hand - presumably having given it to one of his crewmen. Taking a last swig of scotch, he tossed his bottle to Noburo who, understanding his gesture, drank as well.
    Then, with almighty ferocity the two men leap at each other, armed only with Katana and knife. Blows and parries were exchanged as the two men tumbled toward their inevitably doom. It would seem that Smith got a damning blow into Noburo's chest, but the rest was lost beneath the clouds.
    What then of the rest of the squadron? Well, with the boarding team sent after the Irish betrayer and the others incapacitated we have now learnt, the crew were little match for the well-equipped and well-prepared boarding forces of the Iron Lances. We hung back in our little gyro, and watched as planes were dispatched to fetch the surviving pilots.
    With much scuffling and the occasional gunshot, soon all of the Iron Falcons, pilots and crew, were brought to their Zeppelin-top runway and lined up before Zebulon B. Vance himself.
    Our binoculars at the ready, we witnessed him shoot the arm of 'Jacques' LaFayette, the  Zinfandel master himself (leaving his wine glass holding arm intact), the fiery Vixen Sol was brought to her knees by a shot to the leg. This looked liked it folks! The final step in the last dance between the Falcons and the Lances. If only we could have heard his words, as Zebulon roared and ranted up the Falcons with such fury.
    We couldn't believe. The shot echoed across the still silence, it was as if the whole world had stopped to listen. Zebulon's chest lay before him, blown out by a shotgun round, fired by the figure now standing behind him. His body slumped forward and then slipped off the side, falling down towards his comrades and the grave of his legacy.


Epilogue

     Air Action Weekly has since down some investigative work and uncovered the future of the Iron Falcons. 'Jacques' LaFayette returned to the Nation of Hollywood and his successfully wine industry. His company has pushed Titan Ale to the side completely, and enjoys friendly competition with High Calibre Beer ltd. His company has recently been approached to produce a refined liquor capable of cleaning oil filters and even producing his own fuel line based off of the Zinfandel recipe.
    Vixen Sol continues to fly the squadron, which has become the first one of its kind to whole-heartedly combine piracy and pony trekking, with Lycan Fuego as her dutiful assistant. Her wingman Ollie (the bum) has returned to Britain, revealing himself to have been a special agent of crown sent by her Grandfather to keep her safe. Baba has opened her restaurant as was always her dream, costumers came in their droves at first to meet the cold-blooded killer, who did seem to just want to run a restaurant.
    This reporter has seen some tremendous things, but the infamy of the Iron Falcons/Fighting Daredevils shall be forever know to us and their readers. What will the Summer hold? Were will these advances in aerial weponary take piracy? Who knows, all this reporter can say is: "Keep a keen eye, the Falcon's are out there!"

 - This has been Hughie 'Albatross' Mason writing for Atlas World News!
(A partner member of Air Action Weekly)



From the Desk of Zebulon B. Vance

Amongst the burning crumpled remains of a crashed Zeppelin, a small paper note skirted by bullet holes, clings to an aluminium support in the breeze.

   From the desk of Zebulon B. Vance,
       If you are reading this then I am likely to be dead, and no doubt at your hands. Whether I lie in  twisted metal coffin, or in blazing inferno, it matters not. You have successfully foiled my plans on numerous occasions and despite my efforts to regain control of the situation, you have always remained there.
      From the start you have shown a desire to draw attention to yourself and be positively volatile. You proved useful in increasing tension between Texas and French Louisiana, we were all set to kick off that war and profit from the chaos. But then, you and your little Russian decided to wreak havoc and attempt an invasion of all things, lord knows we tried to get you killed but somehow you crawled away the victors.
     Framing you for mass murder, setting you up for kidnapping and getting your Louisianan allies to turn on you: all seemed to be things you took in your stride. I am glad though, that 'Judas' was able to slip my grandfather's revolver back to me after that wench Jesse Coe had stolen it from me. Never trust a blonde.
     Oh, to have seen your faces when 'Judas' betrayed you all. You really didn't see it coming did you? Leading you to that hangar looking for some mutt of all things. Getting you framed for such brutality was far too acceptable to the authorities.
     Then your little catastrophe brought a whole goddamn war onto my front lawn! Still, you weren't suspicious when I took the Texan plans for the invasion of the People's Collective from right in front of you. They had been planning the invasion for months and were just begging for an excuse. You and the Russians gave Coe just what he needed to expand his empire.
     Well now lets see, you've destroyed my new Nitro Engine facility, captured some of my scientists, crippled my radio relay and stolen copious amounts of new ammunition types. All part of my plan daredevils. With Texas invading I couldn't do anything so garish as to attract attention to my operation, so I had to find another way. We've always known we couldn't keep our toys secret, one day someone else would get their hands on them and then every gun-hoe fool capable of pulling on joystick would think himself immortal.
     The problem has always been: "How to sell our arms and still maintain pirate supremacy". Selling them to authorities in return for privateer rights, and a very hefty sum, seemed the obvious answer, but the crusade against pirates and communists you had sent Texas on would not fit the bill. It was too close to our operations and would make them look politically weak.
     So we came up with a new plan. If you cannot achieve co-operation, then intimidation is your course. By feeding you weapons and new engines, giving you the confidence to fight us head on, we could embark on a war with you. A war between pirate groups, one infamous and mysterious, the other know for bloodbaths and massacres. Air Action would be all over it, and we would show that weapons were only as good as the pilot who used them, but they were still an advantage. Selling them to pirates and national militias our battle would spark off an arms race, with us profiting as its masterminds, and best of all, no-one would dare touch us. We'd be both feared and revered.
     The only matter left then is the demonstration, a showdown at dawn. No doubt you have received my radio transmission and A.A.W has already been tipped off. By this time tomorrow our great plan will have come to fruition, or...I will be dead. Blown to smithereens by you and your men, the conclusion which I expect will lead you to this letter.
     If that is the case then I have one thing to say to you all: "Congratulations"

Watch the Skies pirate!
 

Signed: Zebulon B. Vance,
Squadron Leader of the Iron Lances.


The note is buffeted by a gust as the wind picks up. It is ripped away form the broken metal support, and is lost over the horizon.

Monday, June 13

Air Action Weekly! - Spring 1938 Ed. 9: Obituaries



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 Obituaries:
Lt. Commander John Smith
An ex-RAF pilot turned pirate, fell to his death after bailing out from his beloved Balmoral bomber in a dogfight between the Iron Falcons and Iron Lances.
His gunnery crew survived and told AAW that he had held out to the last moment to get them to safety, before diving held long at the Iron Lance pilot who shot them down (See Noburo Hiro-Matsu below).
His co-pilot and best friend "Goose" said that "He was a noble man and will be sorely missed".

Dennis "Judas" O'Donnell
Dennis "Judas" O'Donnell was murdered in the woodlands south-east of Sky Haven. He was slashed across the throat by what forensic detectives have suspected to be a large kitchen knife "skilfully held".
He had been a prestigious pilot of the Fighting Daredevils, Iron Falcons and the Iron Lances and police suspect his murder was due to a pirate squabble.
His family have been notified. 
 
Anna "Cossack" Rasputin
The beloved tempress of the skies has fallen! It was reported that she had joined the Iron Lances since the fall of Redmann's Gang. But in a daring dogfight between the I.Lances and the I.Falcons she was struck down by a mid-air collision with Lycan Fuego. While Lycan was seen parachuting to safety, the fearless Russian was not.
AAW will miss her, and doubtless many other pilots and our readers will feel the same. The only thing left to say then is "Dasvidaniya, Babycakes!"

Bill "Marshal" Redmann
It has been reported that Bill Redmann has been shot down over Hollywood in a raid against Howard Hughes Aviation. The pilot had reportedly flown into a cliff and died in a fiery explosion (twice), but it has been discovered by AAW reporters that he had begun a Redmann revival squadron near the Nation of Hollywood.
However, it is reported that after being shot in his rudder and hit by a flare his plane flew straight into a warehouse of munitions which exploded. Police on the scene feel confident proclaiming that he died in the crash.

Noburo Hiro-Matsu
 A valued member of the Sky Haven community, a skilled pilot and a expert shot, died during a dogfight between the Iron Lances and the Iron Falcons. In a final ditch effort to take down John Smith of the I.Falcons he fired the last of his guns instead of bailing out, and then dove out of his cockpit to meet Smith in mid-air.
They reportedly shared a honorary drink before engaging in knife-katana fight as they plummeted towards the ground. Eyewitnesses said that Noburo fought vigorously, but had lost the fight shortly before reaching the ground.
A valuable pilot and courteous individual, he will be missed by those who knew him.

Zebulon B. Vance 
The squadron leader of the Iron Lances squadron, he commanded respect among his peers and was revered by the pirate community. There is doubt he had amassed the most advanced technology any pirate squadron has so far achieved, and made use of it intelligently. His organised network of relay towers enabling several squadrons at once to be in communication allowed the Iron Lances to dominate the skies and perform coordinated raids on research facilities.
Jonathan 'Genghis' Kahn, the kingpin of Chicago, said that "Zebulon was a man who knew the game. If he'd come to Chicago we would've become best friends, or I would've killed him".
A revolutionary pirate of intelligence and precision. The skies will cloud over and rain today.

 

Friday, June 3

Transmission: 0400hrs - 1938 3rd of April

 
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#chk#

Good Evening Iron Falcons.
I know you can hear this.

As you are no doubt aware, this Zebulon B. Vance of the Iron Lances.
We've been watching you Falcons for a long time.
I must say, you have proven to be more troublesome than I could have anticipated.
Nevermind. I'm sure we'll resolve our differences shortly.
But before that I must thank you.

In your efforts to undermine our operations, you have saved them.
We had always known that no matter how hard we tried, eventually our secret would be out.
Nitro Engines, Explosive Rounds, Choker Rockets and Ultra-High Explosives.
We could not hide them all forever, one day other pirate groups would get their hands on them.

And those fools were you.

Now that the secret of Nitro Engines out, every pirate, militiamen and security firm are scrambling over each other.
Desperate to get their hands on them.
I will profit greatly from this chaos.
We will be able to decimate whole squadrons as their clamour over each other to reach the top of their sad little hills.
Meanwhile we'll be dealing in munitions to pirates and militiamen alike, but always remaining one step ahead of course.

From the ashes the Iron Lances will rise prosperous and dominate the skies.
Not even Nathan Zachary or 'Genghis' Kahn will be able to stand up to us.

The only piece remaining is a demonstration.
A little show me and the boys would like to put on, to say thank you for all you've done.
To show every other pilot in these skies why we rule the sky, and why they need our weapons.
An illustration of our force, and our weaponry.
Well what do you say Iron Falcons? Or should I say Fighting Daredevils?
Shall we dance?

I'll see you when the stage lights up, and will not leave until the curtain call.
Sleep well in your nest Falcons.

Watch the Skies.

#chk#

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