Raymond's Raven

Sixteenth Cloud of Mayhem (Extinguishers)

"Sleipnir, we have to hurry with the loading!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming....Oh god that sounded wrong."

There was a hidden airfield near the border of Germany, somewhere in the French hills. It used to be a farm that was converted into an Allied Base, mostly to survey movements between the fighting fronts of against Germany and the Ottoman Empire. As the war was raging at an all time high, it had pushed their boundary to the closest inch possible to the enemy territory and were right up to the French-German borders.

The farm was then re-purposed, again, to an active airfield for Allied planes to station, repair, and refuel. Among the many fighter planes stationed there, were members of the No. 10 Naval Squadron, of the British Royal Naval Air Service (now call Royal Air Force). They were designated as the Black Flight, as all of the customized planes carried the same gunmetal black color that looked like a sable green than black of the night.

The one who led them was a certain Canadian Pilot, an Ace among the Aces, and was recognized to be ranked closely to the RAF Billy Bishop and the German Red Baron. A man who was born and raised in a small town on an island off the mainland of British Columbia. His name was Raymond Collishaw.

"Sleipnir, we need to move the crates of ordinances to the airfield. It should cut down on our time in running back and forth from the strip to the hangar. Our trucks broke down in the last raid, and all the mules are used to haul some of the tanks that fell into a ditch over yonder. We need to pick up the pace."

"Uh...Which boxes it? The one with the 1000 pound bombs or the 1000 pound bullets? Th-they look exactly the same!"

"Both."

"Th-that's o-over 100 000 pounds! I-I can't even hold an iron cooking pan without two hands, this is beyond my maximum capacity I as a witch!... I'll be in the barracks, cleaning up the rooms. I-I'll call you when d-dinner is ready."

"No can do, Sleipnir. The air field commander has gave the all hands on deck order. Even the nuns from the chaplain unit are loading the chain belts onto the planer's machine guns and the chef crew are already attaching the payload to allied bombers."

"...D-don't compare me to them. I-it'll make me feel guilty... Sniff."

"...Sorry Sleipnir. I don't have time to wipe your tears."

"Tch."

Raymond Collichaw was a captain of his fighter squadron, the leader of the Black Flight. He had many talented fighter pilots and technician crews that have stuck together in various campaigns, so they were already working hand in hand in preparing for an upcoming skirmish.