Transmission: 0400hrs - 1938 3rd of April

 
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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.

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Atlas World News! - Spring 1938 Ed.9

*Special*

 1938 Spring Ed.9

The Nasty, The Bad and the Downright Ugly!
    Today's forecast of light weather across the Disputed Western Territories will go unnoticed, because everyone can feel a storm coming.
    The Iron Lances and the Iron Falcons are sizing up for a face-off as we speak! The Lances have been amassing and hording technological advances for themselves, it being recently revealled that they've had access to Nitro engines since last summer! Meanwhile, the Iron Falcons, while new in town have proven to be a thorn in their sides.
     They have obliterated the Lances' in the air, annihilated their new research and repair station, stolen warehouses of their special ammunition and wreaked havoc on their operations!
     Some have supposed that the are private militia working undercover, but their recent dogfight with Texas Air Ranger special operatives suggests otherwise. This scuffle and growing pressure from the Republic of Texas has led our sources to believe that the Iron Falcons may be none other than the Fighting Daredevils, flying under a new name!
    Their actions certainly correspond to their hallmarks of carnage and calamity. But why do they hold such a grudge against the Iron Lances, that they would hunt them down all the way from Texas?!
    Only time will tell, but one this is for certain, only one squadron will be left standing once they clash. This truly is, the Last Dance!

     - Reporter: Hughie 'Albatross' Mason.

Stallion Sanctuary Singed!
     Reports have come in of a horrific nature, this article is not for the faint of heart! Lycan Fuego, owner and operator of 'Lycan's Fuego's Stallion Sanctuary and Stallion-Riding School' has gone missing since the destruction of his ranch!
     Our reporter arrived on a scene of ghastly horror and devastation, horses on fire where bucking wildly trying to put themselves out. Others had tired themselves to death, flailing on the ground and had rubbed off most of their skin in the process.
     "A squadron of fighters just dove out of the clouds and strafed the area! The whole places was a-blazing and burning in no time I tell ya!" said an eyewitness. Their markings where identified as not those of the Iron Falcons, but rather the Iron Lances!
     "We're not sure what the Iron Lances wanted with Mr. Fuego's ranch, some pirates are just lunatics who like to burn what they see" began Lycan's personal accountant Harry Tinder, then he leaned closer and said, "but I've met some pirates, and they're not all as wild as the papers would have you believe, I reckon this was a targeted attack". He showed our reporter the accounts of Lycan's ranch "It says here that Lycan had 12 horses, but the militia Police only found the bodies of 4 of them. Obviously Lycan got them to safety as they concluded, but then why hasn't he come to claim on the insurance yet? We've become good friends in recent months, he would just come straight to here after a tradegy like this."
    "I reckon he's on the run from whoever tore apart his Ranch, that's why he's missing along with most of his Horses. The only problem is I can't imagine who'd Lycan would have to run from."
     Interesting stuff from Lycan's accountant Harry Tinder. Could this have something to do with the raid on the repair station, not 15 miles from Lycan's Ranch? The Iron Lances have only ever shown precision in their strikes before. Renegade Pilots? Impersonators? Or something far deeper? We will endeavour to bring you the truth readers!