To Be Fair

Soldiers

The explosions filled the sky.
"I can't see a damn thing!" Emma yelled into her head set. She, Air Chief Marshal Emma Swan, was currently flying over the enemy in Iraq.
"Pull out of there! There's to much!" She pulled her plane up as high as she could still being able to fight off those that wished to take her out of the sky. She couldn't wreck the plan. She didn't have a choice. On board was a nuclear reactor. And anyone within a 25 mile radius would be exposed to intense levels of radiation. No cure would save them. Swan leveled her plan out but then was rocked sideways when her left engine quit.
"Shit!" She screamed. With out giving it much thought, she unbuckled, set the plane to auto which wouldn't do much, and opened the pit.
She climbed steadily out onto the wing.
"She's doing WHAT?" Emma felt her heart clench as she couldn't grab the panel steadily.
"Emma get out of there now!" Ignoring her navigator she finally peeled the panel back and hand started the motor. Jumping back into the pit the plane went steady as if nothing happened.
"All right now. I think we should get going." The blonde laughed.

"You are a reckless pilot and if it were up to me you'd be sent home!" I rolled my eyes at the man.
"Now you listen hear you lil bitch. I worked hard to get where I am today and I'm not going to let a RWOF criticize me. If I were a big burly man then you'd be clapping me on the back. YOU don't get to yell at me for saving my life." I screamed at the man sitting behind the desk. He quickly looked at his fingers.
"I-"
"SHUT UP! Do you even know, what the hell I had in my plane? A fucking nuclear reactor. Know what that would have done? Made it so no one could go in that area. Killing woman and children. Innocent to what's happening." I slammed my hand in the desk.
"No ones innocent Emma." He whispered.
"Show some respect! It's Marshal. Air Chief Marshal Swan. Something you'll never get the luxury of calling yourself."

Half a year later:
"Damn it."
"Emma pull your chute!" I rolled my eyes.
"Kinda can't! Someone didn't make sure it was packed correctly." I free fell, getting closer and closer to the flames below.
At the last minute the chute fell out jerking me harshly back into the sky. I quickly grabbed my gun and ready for an attack but was shot in the thigh and calf.

"She's awake."
"No she's been like that for days." The accents were ones of harshened English  from the land.
"No. Wait she moved!" My left eye lid was pried open and the first thing I see is and older woman with a candle. She scared me so much I screamed almost hitting my head with hers.
"Aaaahhhhh!"
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!"
"What the hell!" I screamed looking around. Firm hands pushed me back onto my back.
"You need to lay down." A younger woman stated. She wasn't wearing a head dress neither traditional clothes. "You fell from sky and shot in leg two times! You not dead because mother has saved you!" She screeched.
"You are well enough to ride horse two days south. There will be soldier camp. They help you more." The old woman stated. She grabbed enemy clothing and began to dress me in it.
"Why are you dressing me like this?"
"Because you are white. They kill you before you make it."

Regina pov
"There's a horse approaching the gates. They are dressed as the enemy." I looked up from my papers to the young man standing before me.
"Well is it the enemy?" I stood up and fallowed the young man out to the gate.
"They are injured!" A woman shouted from the top. "They have a white flag."
I walked to to the gate and looked out. Seeing that in fact a horse with an enemy soldier atop was approaching.
"Open the gate." I yelled to the top readying my weapon. Two men joined me as we walked out to meet the surrendering enemy.
"Who are you?!" The soldier on my left yelled from where we stopped.
They didn't speak but simply raise their torn white flag a slight bit higher.
"Piers. Go disarm them." I ordered. I lifted my gun higher peering down the scope. The soldiers face was covered all the imagination to the mind. Watching the interaction between my man and the enemy go from hostile yelling to gently taking the rains and leading them to me.
"State your name." I commanded upward.
"Swan. Air Chief Marshal Swan." My eyes went wide.
"Emma?" I whispered shocked. They turned to me opening the head shall enough for me to gaze at the beat up younger woman. "My Emma!" I said louder reaching up, taking her hand holding my gun in one hand.
We walked back to the gate to be welcomed with confused hard looks and guns pointing toward us.
"Stand down!" I shouted. The gate closed, allowing privacy. I snapped and two men helped Emma off the horse.
"Easy I don't know how much damage I have." She cautioned.
"Get a stretcher over here!" I yelled.
They placed her down gently, removing the clothes she bore to protect her.
I ran my fingers through her hair before kissing her head lightly.
"Misses you Gina." She mumbled as we walked to the emergency wing.