Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20170106200703/@comment-30700719-20170112231403

Me being me, I rush to my Rauser, yelling "Scramble! Quick!" to the others. As we take off, we circle around, getting a good view of the battalion of Trumparts below us. "Good thing they can't get us up here, Jan!" "Yeah, but what if they have a squadron of Jubjubs?" "Guys, you got eyes on this?" I say, gesturing to a peculiar-looking cloud on the horizon. "Gah! You'll never get us!" says Jack, flying straight at the cloud. "Don't worry Jack, I've got your six!" yells Kevin as he joins up with Jack. The rest of us climb above the clouds, listening on the radio. After about forty-five minutes of battle cries and "I'll always fly with you, man!", the chatter is silenced by noises, like metal being bent and glass shattering. We all sit in silence, mourning Jack and Kevin, knowing they would never see their families and friends again.