By, PrincessKira
Summary: A feminine crossdressing air pirate gets roped into a globe trotting adventure.
Prologue: Tall Tales and High Flying Adventures!
Captain Smith was at complete loss as to how 8 pirate fighters could cause so much bloody trouble. The four BloodHawk fighters seemed invincible with their hard armor against the British Peacemaker fighters. The Bloodhawks carried .50 Caliber Browning Machine Guns, and had solid Steel skins. They were tearing apart the wood framed Peacemakers, and the .30 Caliber Maxims they had were all but useless against the sleek fast fighters they fought.
Smith groaned as he saw the parachute bloom after another of his fighters dove flaming toward the Atlantic Ocean. They couldn't even strafe the fighters hanging from the cargo Zeppelin because of how amazingly persistent the BloodHawks were being. The heavy fighters were going to be loaded with the cargo Zep's gold and Smith could do nothing.
The counter attack on the pirate's zeppelin was going to hell in a hand basket too. Smith could only groan as a wing of 4 Hughes P41-J Mark III Devastators screamed from the Zeppelin's bottom hangar and began tearing the Attacking Balmoral bomber to pieces with their 8 .50 caliber Brownings. This was a disaster and he cursed the fates that had brought these air pirates to him. The same fates only hours previous he'd been praying for just such an attack.
He so wished to prove his mettle by taking down some air pirates, to become a defending ace, and bring pride to his nation. But now the two British Zeppelins were down more then half their engines each, and his squadron was dropping like files. The Devastators swooped around for another run, their bent bi-wings gleaming with deadly teeth. The Push propeller planes tore the second wing of Balmoral bombers to pieces, and parachutes bloomed in the aftermath.
Smith gritted his teeth as the Fury fighters dropped from his own cargo Zeppelin, and he began to lay chase. Even as his Peacemaker made it's graceful turn he spotted the Pirate leader's sleek push propeller driven BloodHawk. He pushed the Nitrous, hoping in vain to catch at least one of those damned Furies before it returned home. But the black fighter behind him opened up with all eight machine guns and tore his fighter to ribbons.
The black haired British man bailed out of his fighter seeing the flaming hulk of his personal Peacemaker plunge down toward the Ocean Below. He was in tears of pure rage seeing 8 Aerial torpedoes stream toward his carrier Zeppelin. They all hit shattering the armor and sending the massive airship to it's death under the Atlantic's cruel waves.
James Smith cursed aloud the name of the Violet Orchid pirates, and cried in fury seeing the crippled cargo airship limp away. Still cursing them for destroying his huge proud carrier, and damning them for their skill. In his ears ran the voice of the pirate leader over the radio; “when you hit the water tell them Morgan Clanton sent you!!!”
The Fury Heavy fighters vanished in turn as they docked and were pulled in to the blatantly illegal assault carrier that the pirates owned. James' rage turned to sorrow and he cried for his loss. He'd lost the pride of his nation, he'd lost an entire squadron of planes. Though no one was going to die, he still had been utterly defeated. Crushed by the pirates, that was his greatest shame, and he was never going to live it down. He hated those damnable pirates, but was helpless to fight against them, and he sighed surrendering to them.
He couldn't help but smile at their guts, floating there in the water as the cargo zeppelin swung around he gained a new respect for the air pirates. Those pirates had robbed the British empire of millions in gold, and fought with amazing guile against the kings own. They had smashed them with a force of less than a tenth of their opponents. Above all else they had won, and not lost a single fighter in process... That demanded respect, and Smith laughed in sorrow granting it. It was a total loss, but what a loss it had been.
Prologue 2: The Ambition of the Pirate Princess.
Morgan smiled running his hands through his red hair. The entire island was alight with torches and fireworks, celebrating the return of their sacred gold treasure. The Violet Orchids got to keep a whole third of the treasure. Still after Repair and Reaming it left barely enough for a couple of months operation. Still like the rest of his crew Morgan danced, sang and drank to his hearts content.
Morgan sat at a table playing absently with the skirt of his gothic lolita dress. There at his table sat Jason Jackson the representative of an unknown pirate leader. “So yeh see, 48 million dollars in gold. Ya get half.”
The red head frowned, “Half is less then we'd get working our own. A lot more than your usual finders fee you know.”
“Yer right,” Jason said nodding sympathetically. “But few yer trouble we're gonna provide you with four J2 Furies. The real Curtis-Wright ones. Also Two Bristol Balmorals, and four good ole Focker-Wluf Fw 193 Hellhounds.” Jason nodded smirking, “it's a good deal for you. We'll be taking a big risk. Plus you get a chance at that fruit who betrayed you...”
Morgan smirked now even more interested, he nodded, “ You got a deal then. We need the money, and the planes.”
The brown haired, ugly man nodded happily, “Heck should yeh have to run we'll let you keep the planes and pay yeh for the effort. This chance is one in a million”
“More like on in a dozen, but we need the work still.” Morgan held up his glass of whiskey, “so make the deal with a toast? We need the equipment, and the money, and you need the help.” Morgan grinned, “so deal?”
Jason grinned his toothless grin, “yeh deal.” He clanged his glass against the crossdressed pirates glass, and they both drank.
None of the crew was aware but the Violet Orchids had a new job. Blake security was going to have a bad fight on their hands, and the Orchids were going to be rich. But for now the Pirate Princess let his crew party...
To be continued...
