Into the Bombardment

The Lone Sudsikov

Given that the Sudsikov family's forces were weakened at the base that the two Jade Mercenaries attacked seven hours ago, four squadrons of Himmelsrauber aircraft were headed to finish off the remaining forces that reside within the base. Currently, the Sudsikovs at the weakened base only had access to early World War II Yakovlev Yak-1s, Mikoyan-Gurevich MiG-3s, Sukhoi Su-1s, Lavochkin LaGG-3s, Polikarpov I-16s, and Ilyushin Il-2 dive bombers, not knowing which PMC they were attempting to counter-attack, and what kind of aircraft this PMC has access to.

All sixty-five of the remaining Sudsikovs that were able to get access to a plane lined up one by one on what was left of the base's taxiway, emotionlessly waiting for their impending doom by the hands of the mercenaries they were about to battle. Upon them was one Sudsikov named Khristophor Sudsikov. He was a well-liked member of his family. He was known for having a strong work ethic, an extremely high level of intelligence, and radiating charisma. Despite all of his family members easily got attached to him, Khristophor often displayed a certain degree of apathy towards his family members and his family's allies. He wanted to die, but not by getting an autocannon bullet lodged into his upper body; but by dying in the desert of South Africa, alone with nobody to badger him.

The current plane Khristophor had access to was a Mikoyan-Gurevich MiG-3, armed with three ShVAK twenty-millimeter cannons. His previous jet, a Sukhoi Su-27 "Flanker" was destroyed by an explosion caused by one of the Jades that attacked his base. He didn't hate the Jades for destroying his plane, his hatred within was pointed towards his family and their allies, for not valuing any human's lives but their own, and their allies' lives, as well as starting a world war against every country in the west, and every democracy within Southeast Asia, as well as Russia, by killing the leaders of these hundreds of countries; prompting the governments to send their most elite mercenaries to end the Sudsikovs' lives, as well as the lives of the Sudsikovs' allies.

The MiG was next to take off. Khristophor realized he was the last person to take off and defend what was left of the base and his family members. The MiG was ready for its final mission, but Khristophor was not. A green light flashed at the end of the runway, signifying he was clear to take off.

He disabled the fighter's parking brakes and lowered the fighter's flaps and applied the throttle, to which the plane's three propeller blades spun at hundreds of miles per hour, and the turbo-supercharger whistled while the fighter's powerful V-12 engine roared.

The plane's exhaust pipes spat out flames, as his plane's tail wheel rose off of the ground, he took off, flying over a twelve-foot fence guarding the airstrip, and banked to the northeast, flying low over the Kalahari Desert, away from the bombardment.

It was about six o'clock in the morning, and the moon was still out, as well as a few stars. Khristophor remained silent, hoping to god that his family doesn't realize he decided not to help fight off the Himmelsraubers. He turned on the MiG's radio and listened to his family communicate their strategy to fight off the mercenaries, soon asking where Khristophor is.

One of his family members eventually addressed him directly, hearing them say that they needed him urgently, telling him they were under attack by the Himmelsraubers, and dying one by one, as they were getting autocannon bullets lodged into their upper bodies, and into their heads. Khristophor could hear the sounds of his family members being killed and hear their planes crashing into the ground, one by one. He felt no remorse for his family members, listening to all of them plead for his help; and feeling utmost apathy towards them, thinking that they deserve to die.

Upon gaining a considerable distance from the bombardment that was formed over his family's base, Khristophor climbed from his MiG, and jumped out, watching it crash into the river he was flying over; and parachuted towards the ground to safety, watching the plane plunge into the river, causing a massive splash.

Khristophor had no food, no water, or any sort of communication with his family. All he had was a nine millimeter Makarov pistol, and roughly five dollars in Russian roubles. He could hear the bombardment from the river. The German mercenaries were flying powerful Dornier Do-335s, Gustav and Kurfurst series Messerschmitt Bf-109s, and Dora series Focke-Wulf Fw-190s, being able to kill the Sudsikovs' outdated aircraft with ease using their sheer speed and armaments, while high up in the sky, Heinkel and Dornier bombers were napalm bombing his remaining family members who were unable to acquire a plane to fend off the Himmelsraubers, even then, the Sudsikovs on the ground were running from the Junkers Stuka dive bombers that strafed the Sudsikovs who were unable to flee, killing them with thirty-seven millimeter rounds.

Khristophor was feeling hungry but had no fishing equipment. He swam across the river, to find a village, where hopefully the tribe he might hopefully come across was open to outsiders.

In the distance, Khristophor could see what looked like to be a small village, which was only a few thousand feet away. He attempted to tread through the loose sand of the Kalahari Desert, losing stamina, and sweating. His throat was dry, and his blood sugar level was low, and he felt a massive pounding headache. Khristophor took off his bomber jacket, hoping it would cool him off, leaving it on the floor of the desert.

While he was trudging through the loose sand of the Kalahari Desert, he could hear jackal buzzards screeching, and eventually looked up, watching the birds of prey circle around him, waiting for him to die.

It was hotter than it usually was out, and the bombardment ended within twenty minutes of it forming, smoke could be seen rising into the sky, as the Himmelsraubers flew away, with sixty-five kills to probably zero losses.

An hour passed by, and Khristophor was getting weaker and weaker until he entered the village. Upon arrival, he was yelled at by the village's inhabitants, being told to leave before he is killed by them. He couldn't understand the tribe's language, but surely knew they were telling him to get the hell out of their village. Suddenly, Khristophor's vision went dark, and he collapsed onto his knees and then to the ground.

The tribe members watched Khristophor collapse, looking at him for a few seconds. Eventually, a few tribe members poked at Khristophor's corpse with the wooden end of their spears, getting no response from him. A few more minutes passed by, and the villagers decided to spare his life by carrying him to the village's medicine man.

Days passed by, and the medicine man was unable to revive the lone Sudsikov. The medicine man used many ancient revival techniques he has learned from the village's previous medicine man, only to fail. The medicine man checked the lone Sudsikov's pulse, to see that his pulse rate was zero.

The man left his hut to declare to his tribe that the Sudsikov has perished under the sun, to which the tribe remained silent, and prepared to embalm Khristophor, hoping his spirit lives happily on in the afterlife, free as a bird, and at peace with himself within.