Prologue - How this started

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"Sargent, we need your assistance in the sky!" Shouted a light blue wolf to Zak, a rather tall Red Panda wearing a black shirt with the words "Zak" sewn into it.
"Sargent!" The wolf shouted again in front of Zak, shaking him a little.
"Oh! Yes sir!" Zak nervously replied as he shoved his pilot helmet and goggles on, sprinting his way to the port side, where all the aircraft were. He couldn't waste any more time so he quickly entered his jet, which he proudly named "Oliver". Zak stumbled through the items in front of him until he found his headset, which he equipped as fast as he could. He immediately signalled "Zak and Oliver, in the air and ready to go.".
A voice came back through the headset. "Got you, this is Commander James. I want you to attack that bomber plane immediately or this whole ship will be destroyed."
"Roger that." Zak eagerly made his way to the bomber and opened fire at it. The plane was two times the size of his. "Uhh, commander? Unless we don't have more people up here this plane is going to make-" suddenly he heard a unfamiliar sound. But yet he already knew what it was. "COMMANDER! MISSILES ARE LOCKING ONTO ME! MISSILES!"
"Don't you dare eject yourself out! Stay calm."
"HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BE CALM I'M ABOUT TO GET HIT INTO THE EA-" until finally, the missiles hit Oliver. The jet started spiralling to the ground, leaving a trail of fire. Before he knew it, Zak had blacked out.
"Sargent? Sargent, do you read? SARGENT! The bombs are-" rumours are there were no survivors of that tragic battle. Or was there? As a new generation of war was about to happen...
To be continued (insert Roundabout by Yes here).

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