The Red Baron

The Baron Introduces Himself

I glanced to my left, the planes zooming towards us, bullets spraying out from their fronts. I yanked the stick inwards, sending me up into the sky. I stared into the clouds, squinting due to the sun. I jerked the controlling stick to the left, and dipped it downwards. I spun down towards the planes, pressing the trigger. I rained bullets from the sky onto the German planes, shredding two of them. I hit another planes wing, causing them to lose a small bit of control.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I saw some of our friendlies fly in, helping us blow the Germans from whence they came.

"Alright amateurs, this is how it's done! This is how you gun down some Germans!" One of the backups yelled, followed by them lining up some planes and ripping right through them with an onslaught of bullets.

"Wait, does anyone else see that red plane?" Someone yelled over the radio, "It's flying too fast for me to get a clear visual! I can't keep track of-" A rain of gunfire shredded through the poor bastard, his plane being reduced to a few scraps of metal mid-air.

Collective confusion ensued, as we've never seen this type of plane before, it could fly fast and high with ease, and had guns that could tear through your plane like it was butter. We continued to fly, trying to steer clear and keep track of the red plane.

"Wait, don't fucking tell me we're fighting The Red Baron.. Please don't let this plane be him!" Someone pleaded over the radio, meaning they know of this plane.

"Who the hell is The Red Baron!? Is he dangerous?" I asked over the radio, concern heavy in my voice, and panicking as I realized that we may be utterly screwed.

"The greatest pilot the Axis has that's fucking who! Everyone keep your targets on that flying bastard!" Michael screamed over the radio, turning a sharp right and gunning down another plane.

"Shit! He's chasing me! Someone get him the fuck away from-" Dozens of bullets entered and exited his plane, tearing through him like paper. The red plane flew up and up into the sky after shredding this poor soul to bits.

"Where'd he go?! I can't keep track, he's flying too fast and he's flying too high!" Someone screamed out, the radio struggling to transfer the yelling clearly. "Where the hell did he go!?"

A flash of red zoomed downwards, faster and faster. The plane jerked upwards, under an Allies plane, firing right through it. The plane quickly turned right, and narrowly avoided hitting the flaming hunk of metal hurling to the ground.