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TurnersStory Part 3 by Raven Fox: Turner is getting acquainted with his fighter and ends up with a night with Kali.

Vulpine ship, four days since part two.

“Dam, this fighter is really sensitive on control inputs.” Said the male human wearing a flight suit moving the controls. He’s watching the field of space flying in formation with two other fighters. Turner grasped the control stick watching the inputs. The controls are so sensitive, after launching, the human ended up doing a loop., “This craft is way different than that Spitfire I flew for the RAF.” He muttered to himself accidentally pressing the button keying the com circuit.

“Relax yank, she’s really sensitive to the touch.” Said a RAF pilot, he’s another Spitfire pilot.

“Sorry Josh, I just got to be more gentle with her, pull to hard, she gets’ real squirrelly on me.” Replied Turner, he really likes, this group of pilots. The British treat him really kind and they heard of his run in with Lutz.

White, a RAF flight Captain studied the gun camera footage and recognized the numbering of that Me-109. He told him who flew that one fighter., “Don’t worry chap, right now, that Jerry is on Earth far away from here. We’re now missing in action now.”

Turner relaxed and moved the control stick with more smooth inputs instead of doing the pulling with all his strength he did with the Spitfire and Mosquito he once flew. The male human looked around and noticed that everyone’s movement is smoothing out.

“End simulation!” A voice said and lights turned on illuminating three pods sitting on the floor. The canopies opened and figures got out and the three figures gave each other a high five.

Josh pulled off his flight helmet and grinned., “That was bloody fun, just got to get use flying in space. I wished we had these fighters during the Battle of Britain.”

“Just wish we can fly a dozen of these beauties to Berlin and lob a missile at Adolf himself, end the bloody war without help of the United…” White looks at Turner cutting off the rest of the sentence he was saying.

“No offense sir, I was planning on settling at either Britain or Canada, I have no intention of going back to the colonies. They wanted me to become a ground ponder, flying is much more fun than slugging thru mud. I’ve been flying for my cousin since I was fourteen dusting crops at Washington State. Don’t worry about offending me.” Said Turner looking at the two British airmen or spacemen at the current moment. He’s the youngest of the group being nineteen with White being the oldest at twenty six.

The RAF Captain looked at the American, he liked the yank. Karen told him how she meet him at a recruiting station trying to get in the Army Air Corps and was rejected due to looking like a hobo. Turners’ cousin was forced to sell his biplane putting him out of a job., “Don’t worry Turner, we’ll get the hang of these space planes. Once we get use to them, it will be like flying our Spitfires. I am going to miss those planes; those pressurized carbs were going to be installed after Christmas on the frontline fighters.” White said with a grin.

“Well, I was flying the Mosquitoes when I ended up here. I ended up getting wounded by Lutz taking me off the Spitfires. You had to have strong legs for the rudder controls; my left leg had a torn quadriceps.” The American said following the two Englishmen out of the room.

The trio of humans walked in a different room seeing Joseph standing near a podium. Turner sat next to the other pilots looking at the other nine pilots. He relaxed and turned his head to the Todd.

The male fox looked at the ten pilots wearing the dark blue flight suits with the helmets hung on a peg behind the seats. He chuckled to himself as the humans moved around till they were comfortable., “Those seats were made for people with tails, not for humans.” Joseph thought to himself and started to speak., “You are improving, I would say that in a few days, you will start flying in our trainers with a qualified pilot. Time in the trainers will last five to ten days depending how quick you lads learn.” The male fox said trying to use English terms. He rather likes this group including the one from the United States. Then one of the British pilots raised his hand getting his attention.

“Sir, I wonder why we’re wearing these undergarments with the fine wire woven into them?” Asked one of the humans.

Joseph nodded and answered., “Those garments keep you from passing out while flying our fighters. When you do a hard maneuver, G forces causes the blood of your body to pool in your legs causing you to pass out. The garments you wear constricts keeping the blood in your upper body, your fighters’ computer controls those garments. I’ll be going over those garments tomorrow to do a better job explaining how they work and what happens to your body if you don’t wear them.”

Nine days later, a vulpine fighter.

Karen held the control stick of the FT-107 fighter thinking. Right now the vixen is flying the American on his final training flight., “Alright Turner, your fighter.” She said releasing the stick.

The male human took the control stick with the careful touch he mastered. He grasped the throttles bringing up his speed. Turner did his final test on this training flight. The last six days flying this trainer craft was like when he flew the Spitfire the first time. Flying this fighter the first time was the best experience for the human. He mastered the controls of the trainer really fast time along with the other humans. Turner was paired with different pilots mastering the trainer. This is the first time the human flew with Karen.

The vixen made notes on the data pad and watched how the human flew this test. She noted that the humans will be ready after a couple more flights. The carrier Karen is on has three trainer craft and she looked at the other two trainers flying in formation., “Alright, we’ll fly straight and level for another few minutes, go around that moon and go back to the ship and do approach then touch and go landings.” The vixen said on the radio circuit.

Turner is sitting at the front giving him a view of space. He read all kinds of books while in school, there was a few he liked with rocket ships traveling in space. The last couple of weeks were surprising for the human because he thought it took a huge tall rocket ship to leave a planet. Right now, Turner is surprised that a craft he is flying right now can leave a planet to outer space., “Like flying an airplane.” He thought to himself looking at the readouts in front of him.

The vixen did a look of the 3 D radar readout in the panel in front of her. She saw three red blips appear and disappear a second later., “What?” Karen said out loud.

“Bandits! I am reading three bandits 80 KPAS in front of us.” Said Josh.

Turner did an adjustment seeing the three red blips appear and vanish a second later., “I see them Josh. Karen, do you want us to engage?”

“Turn on the combat computer; it will do the fighting for us.” She said to him.

The male human threw a switch and let go of the control stick. He saw three sleek black colored craft appeared like a magicians’ act. Turner felt the fighter bank and felt the fighter buck as it was hit by streaks of light. The human gritted his teeth knowing that he would do a better job avoiding getting hit.

Karen saw the laser blasts of the fighter miss real wide. She saw the damage panel showing yellow at the back end of the fighter.

Turner gnashed his teeth turning off the combat computer and grabbed the stick., “Josh, White, turn off that bloody computer, it’s going to get us killed. Let show these people how the RAF flies a combat mission.” He heard the replies of the two other fighters.

“Turn that computer back on!” Yelled the vixen.

“That computer doesn’t have instinct; I flew twenty bomber escort missions. I saved a few dozen Landcasters from getting down by Germanys’ air force. Trust me; I know how to fly a craft in combat. You people wanted pilots who know how to fly? Let me, White and Josh show you how we do things in the RAF.” The human male said drawing a bead on one of the black colored fighters. (Authors note: The main fighter the enemy uses is like the Excalibur from Wing Commander 3 The heart of the tiger.) Turner squeezes the trigger firing a barrage of laser fire at the fighter causing it to explode. He saw a capsule shoot away from the explosion.

“An escape pod, I am calling SAR.” Replied the vixen making the call. A red blip appeared on the radar showing it behind them., “Turner, we have one behind us!”

The human male grinned in his mask., “Should I? Yeah, I have to see if I can do it with this baby.” He did the same stunt he pulled with Lutz. Turner nodded in agreement seeing another escape pod., “Ok, you my friend are a worthy replacement of the Spitfire I use to fly.” The male human muttered to himself not knowing that he had the com circuit keyed transmitting the statement to the other two fighters.

“You got that right Turner, these beauties are nice machines.” Replied Josh forming in formation.

“I think we’ll do just fine at this squadron. Just as long they don’t let us use those bloody combat computers.” Said White as he formed up with the other two fighters.

Karen saw that the moon is real close and thought fast. She looked at the radar seeing only two blue blips., “Stay alert, we can’t turn around due to the gravity field of that moon. We’ll do a sling shoot course around the moon and head back to the ship. If we try to turn around now, we’ll use to much fuel using engine thrust to escape the gravity field of that moon. You guys just passed your final examination, White, you been promoted to squadron leader of our group. We’ll never use that combat computer ever again.” The vixen said as the three fighters went behind the moon to gain speed.

A black colored fighter cloaked.

“Don’t think about it Lutz, one against three, not real good odds. Did you see anything familiar?” The female Coyote said to the human male.

The German grinned in his mask., “Yes, I saw him, the one named Turner.”

“How do you know?” Asked the female canine question ally.

“Because one of those fighters did a stunt I only saw twice. Once when I was shoot down over my home country. The other time over France and it was the same pilot. I got away from him the second time and got him. Thought he went down over the Channel, but you guys told me those other people got him. I wonder what happen that day, he was out of control and diving to the ground and no wreckage was found.” Lutz said to himself accidentally keying the intercom switch.

“I told you about Karen, that vixen is a high class magic user. She must have cast a spell to make that fighter go to England.” Replied Jessie in a tone.

“There’s no such thing as magic, it’s all slight of hand. I must have seen a lot of magic shows when I was a kid in Germany.” Scoffed Lutz in the intercom.

“Remember, you are light years from Germany and at a different section of the universe. Things are way different here, you my apprentice better have a more open mind or you will go nuts here.” Said the coyote making her hands glow red showing them to the human., “Now do you believe in magic?” She said seeing him nod in agreement., “Now let’s go back to base. I got to fill out a report that those four guys disobeyed my orders by engaging that training group. They are lucky that those canines are picking them up instead of us. Remember this lesson, don’t disobey orders. Obey orders and you’ll do just fine with us.”

The German nodded and set a course back to base. He decided that he’ll do ok with this group other than that they’re not human. Lutz will obey them for now till he can get back to Germany, if he manages to get back, some Intel of high technology will keep him from a firing squad for desertion.

Landing bay, vulpine ship.

Joseph watched as the three training fighters braked to a stop hearing the engines shut down. He saw the crews exited the fighters and saw his personal walked wobbly due to the extreme maneuvers the humans used in the fight near the moon. A different sound gotten the Todds’ attention as a large craft braked to a stop. A squad of armed crewmembers entered the SAR craft and a minute later, four canines wearing black colored flight suits were escorted off the SAR craft. Joseph saw three human males talked to each other giving themselves high fives and walked to him.

“Reporting as ordered.” Said the human named Turner giving Joseph a crisp salute. The male fox can’t get over the young looks of the American. He said that he’s nineteen years old, but the human male looks like a fifteen year old human. According to the other instructors who flew with him told Joseph said that the young looking human flew with precise instinct.

The male fox returned the salutes from the pilots., “At ease, you did well out there, sorry about our combat computers. Decades ago, we ended up depending on them. I think that’s why we lost so many pilots. The pirates started with old versions of the fighters we flew decades ago. From what we saw, those new fighters they started using five years ago are flown by hand.”

White the oldest of the humans took it all in nodding., “You fox people are alright in my book, no machine can’t replace a pilot’s instinct. I might seem primitive in your opinion, but in a fight, we pilots like to be in control. An auto system might be ok for a long journey when a pilot needs rest, but in a fight, gut feeling is something a computer doesn’t have.”

Joseph nodded as the humans walked out of the hanger. He glances at the Earth made aircraft parked near by on its’ landing gear. Walking to the aircraft, the fox walked under it looking at the wood construction seeing one of the thousands of screws holding the aircraft together. Sighing to himself, Joseph knew that this aircrafts’ ultimate fate is a museum on his home world with other craft collected from other worlds., “I should see if we can take it for a spin in the skies at the home world.” He thought to himself walking to attend the debriefing.

Hours later, a passageway.

Turner sighed to himself walking down the passageway that passes the sickbay. Since leaving the Earth, the human male felt strange feelings. The feelings happen while in the company of the female morphs on this ship. He remembered the last few years of school feeling the same thing around girls, but they didn’t have anything to do with him and he never did this thing called sex. The time in the RCAF, Turner at that time was busy learning how to fly the high performance Spitfire and keeping himself alive. During the down time between missions, the human male was telling his flight captain the truth, he didn’t want an English woman growing attached to him. He did almost gotten killed during that one bomber escort mission and somehow, he crashed on that beach. Turner still doesn’t remember how he ended up there. Three hours of his memory is missing from that flight.

“Turner, can you come here?” Asked a female voice near him.

“Oh, hi Karen, sure, I’ll see you for a few minutes.” The human said to the vixen. He saw her at a doorway looking at him with her light blue eyes. She grabbed his hand leading him to a nearby room.

The male human followed the vixen into the room. Inside the room, she removed her uniform giving him a view of her slim body. Karen removed the undergarments holding his chin., “Out of the ten humans in this group, I like you the most. I was wondering if you want to mate with me?”

“Uh, I never done this mating, is there a chance I can get you pregnant?” He asked.

Karen laughs undoing Turners’ flight suit., “Unlike human females, I know if I can get pregnant. I just finished my last heat cycle days ago; I won’t get into heat again until til another six months.”

He finishes removing his clothing and undergarment that protects him from the g-forces from piloting letting the vixen push him on the bed. Karen climbs onto his body and his senses are assaulted by her musky scent. White colored fur tickles his skin and Turner gazes at Karens’ anatomy.

She has medium size breasts with medium sized areolas with thick fur over them. Turner did know what female sex organs looked like, a few friends of his showed pictures. The male human is looking at the same thing on the vixen. Karen didn’t have the really thick hair completely blocking that area, the area is trimmed giving him the view of pink colored labia lips lowering onto his harden member. Turner watches in fascination as they touched the head of his penis and he watched as his penis went inside Karen.

Turner never felt anything like this and wondered if he should have done a human female., “No, I did the right thing by not getting myself attached to someone. I was more than happy with talking to the women of England and buying them the occasional pint.” The human thought to himself hugging the vixen close to him.

She rather liked the feeling of a human sex organ inside her. Karen shuddered when Turner started sucking on one of her breasts. The feeling of negative pressure and his tongue teasing it. She shudders as the feeling she loves goes thru her body., “Ah this feels nice, oh how I miss this feeling while I was on Earth disguised as a human male. I hated that feeling of those balls, but I love this feeling I am feeling now.” She thought to herself doing an orgasm.

The human male flinches when he heard the vixen orgasm. He hugged her feeling the soft body pressing on his skinny hairless body. Turner relaxed smelling the musky scent of the vixen with her warm body temperature, the firm breasts on his chest with the rubbery feeling of the areolas on his skin. Turner saw her get up making him look down seeing the breasts hanging and his organ inside the vixen.

Minutes later, he felt the strange feeling at his groin area. He felt something build up in him and he felt something exiting him giving the feeling of pain and pleasure at the same time. Turner yelled as the feeling assaulted him making him look at Karen who is grinning at him.

Karen felt the same feeling as seamen squirted in her depths., “I prefer this, it always feels good at this part.” The vixen thought to herself laying her body on the human. She gazes at him stroking his hair.

A few days later, over the foxes’ home planet.

Turner looked at the planet in the distance looking like a dark blue marble in space. He felt excitement in his body because he’s going to visit a different world like the Flash Gordon comics he read in school. It turn out the De Havilland Mosquito will be piloted to the planet and flown to a aircraft museum where it would be put on display, then him and Karen will pick up a couple of fighters., “Well, me and Karen will be doing that stunt in a few hours.” The human thought to himself as he looked at the British made aircraft parked nearby. Turner looked at the aircraft with pity knowing that the aircraft which is less than five months old is going to end up at a museum on an alien planet. He walked up to it watching as Karen looked the aircraft over checking it over for its’ last flight.

Three hours later, the De Havilland Mosquito.

Turner looked at the De Havilland Mosquito seeing the modifications done to the aircraft. Two small engines are mounted on the side of the aircraft, at different points of the exterior of the airframe there were blisters on the aircraft skin. He was told that they’re shield generators to protect the aircraft of reentry. The male human walked to the De Havilland Mosquito.

Karen flipped switches watching as the foxes cleared themselves from the aircraft. She looked at the male human sitting in the co-pilots seat., “Want to do the honors of her final flight?”

Turner nodded trading places with Karen and finished doing the preflight checklist. He looked at the temporary controls mounted in the cockpit. The human looked back seeing the modules mounted where either bombs or cameras would be mounted. Karen told him that they make the craft turn and change attack angle. Turner put on the helmet of his pressure suit watching as Karen did the same thing giving him the thumbs up. He flipped switches and the aircraft moved forward down the deck.

A space station nearby.

The male fox watches one of his species space carriers nearby. The doors to the hanger opened and a strange looking craft flew out of the flight deck. He watches as the craft went to the planet.

Karen watches as her planet grew in size in the windscreen. The vixen looked at Turner at the pilots’ seat moving the control stick her people temporary installed in the cockpit. Joseph thought of beaming the De Havilland Mosquito to an altitude of ten thousand feet above the ground, but Karen thought it would be neat piloting the aircraft thru the planets’ atmosphere. So the techs had to do modifications to the De Havilland Mosquito. With out mods done to it, the aircraft will burn up in the atmosphere, wood can’t stand the temperature of reentry. The techs had to install shield generators and modules to move the aircraft so it can turn in the vacuum of space. Two spare shuttle engines were mounted at the sides of the aircraft to make it move. On the outside, the De Havilland Mosquito looks the same, but there are nacelles mounted on the sides and white colored strips covering the aircraft to add strength to the aircraft structure so the forces of reentry won‘t fracture the airframe. The stuff will be removed by personal at the museum along with the mods done in the inside. Before it would be seen by any civilians, the aircraft will look like it just rolled off the assembly line at Hatfield Hertfordshire.

Turner grinned in his helmet watching the windscreen as plasma struck the shield being emitted from the shield generators. Then the view changed to a brilliant yellow and orange as the aircraft went thru the outer atmosphere. The aircraft shook as it went thru reentry. He felt the De Havilland Mosquito buck as it went thru the plasma storm.

At the space station the male vulpine watches as the unusual craft turn into a fiery meteor as it went into the atmosphere., “Dam, that is something you don’t see every day.” He muttered to himself.

Inside the aircraft, Karen felt the Mosquito go up and drop with the feeling like the one time a control malfunction cause this aircraft do a hard landing breaking a landing gear strut. The vixen tightens her harness thinking that they should have done the transporter idea., “Na, this way is more exciting, like flying a scramble.” She thought to herself looking at the firestorm outside the windscreen. Minutes later, it dissipated giving her the view of clouds and blue sky.

Turner kept a grip of the control stick watching the clouds outside the aircraft. He glances at the altimeter as it wound down. At thirty five thousand feet, the ride smoothed out. The human grabbed the control yoke feeling the feed back of the air hitting the control surfaces. Turner grinned in his oxygen mask flipping switches and setting the throttle levers to the start position. He pressed the starter switches watching the tachometers on the instrument panels, seconds later, the twin Rolls Royce engines caught. The human slid the throttles to the cruising setting and shut off the shuttle engines., “I just want to listen to the sound of these beauties for the last time.” Turner said to Karen.

The vixen nodded in agreement watching the human taking off the pressure suit helmet and put on the oxygen mask. She did the same thing feeling the air pressure change as the helmet was removed. Karens’ hearing was assaulted of the deep rumble sounds of the powerful 12 cylinder British built aircraft engines., “I don’t know why men love that sound of a petrol burning primitive engine. Must be a guy thing, didn’t like this sound when I was disguised as a human male.” The vixen thought to herself watching the view. She admits her world looks beautiful due to going a slow speed. Karen relaxed enjoying the view as the city where this aircraft is heading to came in view. The vixen saw a couple of patrol craft came in view.

Law enforcement patrol craft.

The vixen had to slow her craft at a slow speed to fly in formation with the craft her superiors who told her to expect. Jasmine knew that this unusual aircraft came from a faraway planet., “You’re one quite unusual craft my friend.” Then something caught her eye. She took a closer look at the one of the wings at a nacelle. The vixen saw a circular blur at the nacelle. Jasmine dug in her mind of the different aircraft she studied while in pilot training., “Propellers!, we hadn’t had an aircraft use propellers in centuries. I can’t wait till this aircraft lands so I can take a closer look at it.” She thought to herself deciding to run an aircraft recognition program for the heck of it. The computer in the panel went thru the silhouettes of known craft of her people and the pirate gangs that are harassing her people. The chiming of the computer made her chuckle as it show the silhouette of the craft with the answer UNKNOWN TYPE: DO YOU WISH TO ADD TO LIST? Jasmine typed no and continued her examination of the slow aircraft.

Turner looked at the blue and white craft flying in formation with him. He looked the craft over that looks like the SAR shuttle he seen on the deck he saw in the carrier. In the humans mind he decided to call that large ship he living on a carrier like the Lexington he saw a couple of years ago when the aircraft carrier was in Seattle., “That was a unusual ship, but the way I been treated by the US military, I like the carrier I am on better, plus it’s better looking.” The human thought to himself seeing the carrier over a dozen times while learning to fly in space. Turner doesn’t mind flying in space, but right now he’s happy flying thru normal air feeling feedback from the air hitting the control surfaces of this aircraft. Right now he’s wishing that he’s flying his Spitfire because he basically wears that compact agile fighter., “I wonder what it will be like now flying that Spitfire with the pressurized carb?” The human wondered as the airfield came in sight. He went thru the procedures of configuring the Mosquito for landing by extending the flaps and slowing it to landing speed.

Patrol craft.

Jasmine watched as the aircraft slowed more and sections opened on the wings. She saw wheels lowered under the nacelles. The vixen knew by some stuff she saw that this craft can slow to a dead stop and hover gently to the ground without the use of a runway., “No, that pilot wants to land this airplane as it was meant to. I understand why, this airplane won’t be flying again because it’s the only one of its kind.” Jasmine said to herself seeing the white smoke as the landing gear touched the runway.

“You had to land it this way, instead of using the mods we installed.” Said Karen as the Mosquito slowed down as Turner applied the brakes.

The human grinned at the vixen taxing the airplane to a male fox who is directing him to hanger. He saw the fox doing a cut it gesture making him shut off the engines for the last time. Turner watches as the port engine wound to a stop. The human looked at the vixen., “I just had to do it, she wouldn’t want any other way for her last flight.” He said patting the instrument panel and flipped switches to shut off systems.

Karen stayed quiet watching as Turner shut off the aircraft. She knew her human lover was right. Joseph wanted this Earth made craft, but her government found out and wanted it for this museum., “It’s a better fate than sitting on the bottom of the English Channel.” The vixen thought to herself.

The law enforcement vixen landed her craft at the area she was directed at. She shut down her vehicle after radioing the she needed to take a break. Jasmine exited her patrol craft and walked to the aircraft taking in its lines. The vixen looked it over very slowly taking in the details of its construction and smelled a strange smell from the aircraft., “Man, I thought I’ll never seen an aircraft with propellers fly in my life.” She said a little loud.

“I heard it’s made out of wood.” Said the fox standing next to her.

She turned seeing the male fox that flew the other patrol craft., “No that’s impossible.”

“It’s true, I see them assembled on Earth.” Said a white colored vixen walking with a being with only fur on the top of his head.

“You flew this?” Asked Jasmine looking at the vixen wearing a pressure suit carrying the helmet. She knew that this vixen is a member of the military.

Karen pointed to Turner., “No, he flew it; Turner is a human from the planet Earth. He’s part of a squadron who’s fighting that pirate gang that is giving us problems. We took this aircraft from the planet Earth.” The vixen told Jasmine of what’s going on in space at the current time and how humans from the planet Earth are helping out.

Jasmine took in all in nodding. She asked some questions in return doing a walk around of the aircraft examining it closely. The vixen saw the fasteners that held the skin of the aircraft., “Wow, talk about old school construction. We use a type of adhesive to hold the skin on the frame, if the skin needs replacement, we place tool at the area that breaks down the adhesive to peel the skin off.” Jasmine thought to herself looking at the landing gear still smelling that strange scent from the aircraft., “What’s that smell?”

Karen answered chuckling., “Burnt hydrocarbons, aviation fuel, hot metal, wood and engine oil. The smells of a piston powered aircraft made of wood.”

“I better go, hope to see you soon.” The vixen who piloted the patrol craft said to the couple. She took one last look of the aircraft that already attracted a crowd. Jasmine saw another member of the military looking at the aircraft with interest. The vixen went to her patrol craft and radioed in that she’s back on duty.

“You wanted to look at the aircraft.” Said the voice of the dispatcher.

“Guilty as charged, I never seen one like it before. The construction is ancient, it has propellers on it. Did you heard of a source of power called aviation fuel?” The vixen inquired.

A moments silence and the reply., “I heard about aviation fuel while reading some books and watching very old films.” He went on telling how an internal combustion engine works.

“The antigravity drives we use now are much simpler. A contained chemical explosion in the engine that turns the propeller? I think the way our stuff works sounds simpler and safer.” Jasmine said as she piloted her patrol craft taking a last look of the aircraft sitting on its landing gear.

In the dispatch room, the older male fox shook his head thinking., “The young these days, just don’t understand how fun the old stuff was. I wish I was at the airport hearing the sounds of those piston powered engines. In my opinion, I was born three hundred years too late.” He thought to himself looking at a reproduction photo taken over three hundred years ago of a type of light bomber of his people. If the dispatcher held the photo a distance away from the aircraft that recently showed up, they would look the same with a few small differences.

Hours later, a military airfield.

Turner walked to the new fighter that will be his. The human male looked at the vixen getting into a fighter like the one he’s flying. He put on his helmet hooking it to the crafts’ systems and plugging in the anti-g garment over his skin. Cool air flowed across his face mask as the climate system pumped oxygen to him. Thoughts raced thru the humans’ mind as he is granted permission to exit this planet. He moved the controls as the fighter climbed into the heavens and space.

The vixen followed the human into space turning her head back watching as her planet shrunk in size. Turning forward, she saw the ship she is stationed on grew in size., “Well, soon we will see the shuttle leave with the other pilots to pick up the rest of the fighters we’re getting. Why does Turner call my ship a carrier?” Karen thought to herself seeing a shuttle exit her ship.

In the other fighter, the human watches as the shuttle flew pass them. Turner snapped a salute as the boxy craft headed to the planet. He looked ahead asking permission to land getting it. Touching parts of the screen on the panel, the human configured the fighter to land.

Landing bay of the ship.

The British pilot watches as the first two fighters landed in the ship after they flew thru the force field. Josh scratched his dark blonde colored hair as ladders were wheeled up to the fighters. He watches as the vixen and Turner climbed out of the two fighters. The male human relaxed because in hours, the fighter he will be flying will be here being piloted by another fox who is a shuttle pilot.

“Kind of mean looking are they? I admit, I like the lines of the ones better of the new fighters the pirates fly. Those were a design we were planning to get, but this design was chosen because they cost less credits or Sterling pounds the terms you English use. That’s one thing I don’t understand about the military, always use the lowest bidder.” Said a white female tiger standing next to him.

The RAF member turned looking at the female feline standing next to him. He liked the tiger because he talked to her a couple of times. The reason Josh didn’t go planet side is because he has a case of the flu. So at the current moment, the human is grounded due to a chance he might puke in his oxygen mask while flying a fighter here. Turning, he looked the feline over admiring her feline body with breasts bigger than the ones on the vixen Karen. Ever since Josh meet Kali for the first time, he had feelings for her as he would for a woman at England., “So, when do you think I can be flying again?” He asked the tigeress.

“You should be OK tomorrow, are you still feeling nauseous?” Kail replied to Josh.

“It’s not as bad as it was yesterday, I should be feeling better tomorrow.” The human said getting close to the feline. He stroked her light brown head hair looking at her light green eyes., “I have a confession, I really like you and since the war started, I haven’t been with a woman.” Josh said to Kali and is startled when she grabbed him and kissed him giving him a hug.

She released him looking at his expression., “Things are different here, I really like you to. How about I do you a check up at my sick bay.” The tigress grabs the humans’ hand leading to sick bay.

Pirates base, the current moment.

Lutz walked around the sleek black colored fighter., “I wish I had this beauty while at home.” The German pilot muttered to himself and glances around thinking. Then he decides to know all about this fighter so he gets back to Earth and turn the tide of the war back on his home., “Yeah, I know what I am going to do. Get back to Earth soon.” Lutz thought to himself deciding that he will be more friendlier to these canines for now.

Vulpine carrier an hour later.

Turner walked around his fighter taking in its lines. He ran his hand under the craft feeling the glass smooth surface. The human male glances at the vixen Karen doing a look over of the fighter she just flew., “Well, things are going to happen soon. I wonder what’s going to happen?”

Sick bay, an hour later.

Josh has Kali in a hug kissing the tigeress. He felt large furry breasts pressing on his skinny hairless chest. Muscular hairy thighs are wrapped around the humans’ waist with the familiar feeling of a female vagina on his sex organ. Josh stopped the kiss looking at Kalis’ light green eyes and he stroked her light brown head hair.

Kali grinned at Josh and stroked his hair sighing. Inside her vulva, the tigeress felt the human penis stimulating her., “He must be feeling better because human males reload fast.” She thought to herself.

A few months later, a fighter on patrol.

Inside the fighter, the young human male looked at his instruments shaking his head. He had been in a total of twelve fights getting six pirate fighters. One of the fighters had to turn back due to a fault in the electronics leaving Turner with only one wingman. He looked over to Tristans’ fighter, another friend of his. The Canadian was four months ahead of him in the academy and they did meet a few times to talk., “The Canadians weren’t uptight of cadets talking to each other as the United States academies were. All what the Americans did was compete against each other not allowing friendships. The Canadians allowed comradeship and personal to work as a team.” The human thought to himself looking at the readouts.

In the other fighter, the male with dark blonde hair with green eyes looked at his readouts seeing a light red blur making him do an adjustment, the image sharpen and disappeared., “Turner!, We have an enemy fighter 100 KPAS ahead of us cloaked!”

Turner went alert looking ahead seeing space. For a split second, the view distorted. The cloaking device on the pirate fighters sometimes overloads causing a reading on the radar and briefly allows someone to see the fighter. Karen told him that the pirates use captives to mine the crystals, but the captives have quick introductions of how to mine the allowing faulty crystals get installed in the cloaking device., “In a quick explanation, they have bad quality control at that mine. Unfortunately, most of those fighters have defective cloaking devices.” The vixen said to him one day.

Tristan looked a head seeing the pirate fighter decloaking. Shivers ran down his back when the fighter turned giving him a view of the side., “Shit! They have a jerry flying for them!” He yelled on his radio.

“That’s not good.” Said the young human seeing the German Air Force markings on the fighter. Turner got in an attack run., “Stay on my wing, we don’t know who this is.” He replied on the radio., “I hope it’s not him.” The human thought to himself getting in position thumbing the trigger in his control stick.

Lutz did his avoidance turn getting away from the plasma blast. He has seen how these fighters perform. The German was with that canine or anthro Jessie when a few rookie pilots thought they can tangle with a training flight., “Those were dumb puppies.” He mused to himself remembering the angry words from the leader. Lutz shook his head doing another snap roll getting behind one of the fighters, it did a familiar turn making the German avoiding the plasma bolts., “Ah Turner, nice to see you again old friend. This day gets so much better, I know where Earth is at, then you show up to say hi.” He muttered to himself manipulating the radio on his fighter., “Lets’ see, 125.36 MHZ is the vulpine combat channel. I always wanted to talk to him.” Lutz said to himself pushing the transmit button.

“Turner, I know it’s you, we meet a couple of times on Earth. I just want to talk to you as one professional to another. You gave yourself away by doing that escape turn of yours. Come on Yankee, I know you’re an American and you haven’t learn to shave yet or did you finally started. Come on Turner, let’s talk you mercenary.”

He didn’t like being called a mercenary, all what he wanted to do is fly since his cousin had to sell his Sopwith Camel. Gritting his teeth, the human keyed his radio., “So jerry, how are you doing Lutz? We’ll have plenty of time to talk after I cause you to eject. You’re right; I am a professional, a RAF fighter pilot. So what breed are the pirates?”

“They’re all dogs Turner; I heard that you’re hanging out with foxes who don’t know how to pilot a fighter. They become dependent on something call a combat computer. I am so glad that we humans rely on our hands and gut instinct. But sorry my old friend, I got to end this reunion, I am heading back to Earth and back to the Reich with this fine machine.” Said the German with the radio going silent. Turner saw a white flash and there was no black colored fighter.

“He did a space jump, I heard that those pirate fighters can space jump. We better go after him, if the Germans get a hold of that fighter, it’s the end for the Allies.” Tristan said to Turner.

“I don’t know where Earth is, we better get back to the carrier. We got to tell Karen and Joseph about this.” The human said programming a short jump back to the carrier.

Later, briefing room on vulpine carrier.

The male fox looked at the white colored vixen sighing., “Better tell them or they will find out.”

Karen sighed and looked at the two humans., “Lutz flying to Earth isn’t going to change the outcome of that war, it might be over for a long time.”

“Ah, excuse me, what do you mean?” Asked Tristan with a puzzled look.

“Yeah, you said that the war will be over for a long time. What do you mean by that?” Inquired Turner really looking at Karen.

The vixen had her pad out typing on it., “Earths’ time flows differently than ours. Years would of passed since you been on it, that’s why you were told during training that it was a one-way ticket here. Since a pirate member is sending a high tech fighter to your planet, we half to stop him.”

“Excuse me, what year will it would be on Earth?” Inquired the Canadian.

Karen stayed silent looking at the screen, she sighed turning the screen to the two humans.

“Uh, Turner, I think you better go. The young adjust better at shocking experiences.” Tristan said to Turner.

He just stared at the date that read: 4-19-2016. “Dam, what are aircraft is going to look now?”

The vixen chuckled at the humans’ remark. That is one of the reasons she liked him, was his sense of humor., “Well, at least I can be disguised in the right gender.” Karen said looking at Joseph.

A day later over the planet Earth, April 26, 2016.

Inside the trainer craft, Turner and Karen looked at the planet Earth. The human heard the vixen moving behind him as if she’s checking something.

“Turner, activate the cloaking device! You humans had advanced since I was here last time. I am reading a lot of satellites orbiting your planet and a space station is heading to us.” Said Karen hearing the fighter cloaking.

The human looked seeing floating devices at orbit, moving the fighter to avoid colliding with them. He smirked at the sight of the space station ahead of the fighter., “The one orbiting the vulpine home world is three hundred times larger than this one.” Turner muttered to himself turning on scanners and avoiding the station. He looked at the readings for the pirate fighter seeing that it’s not in Germany, but at Great Britain., “Karen, it’s at the RAF base near London. I wonder why it’s there; he told me he was heading to Germany.”

Karen looked at her scanner shaking her vixen head., “I don’t know why, but let’s find a place to hide this fighter near London. I am glad we kept our RAF uniforms so we can get on base. But let’s lie low to see if the RAF changed their uniforms.”

“I agree, let’s lie low and check out that area around the base. We got to see if they changed the lay out of the ID cards. I hope you can change the ones we have, I sure don’t want to show an ID card from 1940 in this year, we might get arrested.” Said the human male in his calm voice.

She nodded in agreement, after they get near the base, she’ll talk to officer who will be exiting the base. Then the vixen disguised as a human female will get the officer to show his ID card to her. Karen will talk more and buy a pint for the officer getting details of the current RAF., “Yeah, piece of cake, my methods of getting Intel is quick easy with the person at the receiving end getting drunk with memories of a good time.” The vixen thought to herself because she liked the English and thought they were a nice friendly people compared to the Americans who were a suspicious lot.

Turner piloted the fighter back to Earth programming it to head to England. He thought to himself wondering what the country he liked so much is like right now. The human male looked at the readout on the instrument panel and saw large aircraft heading to London. Turner had to fight his instinct of intercepting one of the aircraft to ID it, but he just watched as a Boeing 747 configured itself to land at London airport. He chuckled at the British Airways written on the side of the aircraft., “We’ll Karen, it looks like England won the war.”

Karen looked at the 747 looking it over., “Primitive, they’re using jet engines now; we hadn’t used jet engines in two hundred years. Land over at that abandoned air field, the scanners show no heat sources and plants growing on the runway.”

The human chuckled listening the vixen, turning to the airfield recognizing it as a Landcaster bomber base at 1940. He landed at the field taxing to an empty hanger shutting everything down except the cloaking device. Turner and Karen exited the fighter walking to the opened hanger doors. The human watched as the vixen used her magic to shut the doors. Then the couple walked to London.

She concentrated feeling her body change as she changed to a blonde hair human female. Karen felt the chill as her pelt vanished with her smooth human skin getting exposed to the air. The vixen now a human female coughed and heard the human coughed., “Yeah, more burned hydrocarbons.” She said to him.

Turner stopped his coughing fit and continued his walk to London. Before he left the carrier, he went to every member of the human squadron collecting the British pounds they had on them which totaled a little over three hundred pounds., “Just get to the town.” The human thought to himself as a car pulled up to them.

“Need a taxi?” Asked a human female voice from a black colored car.

The vixen looked at the human male standing next to her and looked at the female human with red hair and light blue eyes., “We’re a couple from Ireland taking a stroll. How much to the holiday inn at Sutton?”

“Fifteen pounds.” Said the taxi driver.

Karen sit in the backseat of the taxi and watched as Turner walked around the back sitting next to her., “Yeah, he has a 1940s’ mind set, he had to open the door for me.” She thought to herself, but the humans’ politeness got the drivers attention.

Minutes later, Holiday inn.

Turner opened the door for Karen and paid the driver with the money he collected from his RAF friends. This is the second red flag that gets the drivers’ attention, but what he didn’t know, his picture gets taken. He politely thanked the driver holding the vixen/human hand to the entrance of the inn.

“Excuse me, where did you get this currency?” Asked the clerk at the desk looking the pound notes.

“I always had it.” Replied the human with the blonde gal., “Whats’ wrong maam?”

The female clerk is taken aback of this male wearing an out of date uniform., “This money is old, are you two actors making a movie?” She saw the young guy freeze up.

But the blonde gal took over., “Uh yes, we’re extras in a Telly commercial, sorry; here’s my money and ID. Pardon him, he just lost his ID, I hope you allow him to stay.” Karen did have some currency Turner collected; she did a quick read of the clerks’ mind and the inside of the cash drawer. The mage did a quick spell that changed the obsolete currency to updated currency and updated her ID.

The desk clerk took the money looking at the womans’ ID and gave the couple a couple of pieces of plastic., “Your room keys, enjoy your stay. Is he alright?”

Karen a quick thinker replied remembering a very old aliment that plague her people when they used jets for traveling., “Jet lag, I think he will be ok in the morning.”

“Have him eat a light breakfast in the morning and drink a very sweet drink.” The clerk said helpfully.

Taxi, a few kilometers from the inn.

“This money was printed in 1940, but it’s like new. I better have a friend of mine look at it.” She said looking at the pound notes.

Minutes later, the driver was leaving a coin shop thumbing the brand new pound notes she was given in exchange for the old currency. The shop owner had a collector looking for pound bills from the 1940s’. The driver told the shop owner that she found them in a sealed bag in an old radio she recently acquired. She looked at the clock tower in the distance where the inn is at. The human female looked at the picture of the polite young man and swore that she has seen him before. The driver got in her taxi and drove to an internet café.

An hour later, internet café.

“Need to look on the web Julie?” Inquired the clerk at the desk.

“Yes Harry, I need to do some research.” Then she remembered where she saw that young man.

“Unit 10 over there.” He said gesturing at a nearby desk.

Julie turned on the computer and got on the web. She did some searches and saw a list of missing RAF pilots. It took another hour of looking and clicked on a random name. The picture loaded showing a young mans’ face, she felt chills running down her back. A week ago, the taxi driver watched an American super hero move, a Heros’ theme played in her head while she held the picture on cell phone comparing it to the picture that just loaded on the screen. More chills ran thru her body when there were a few more pictures of that missing pilot standing next to a Submarine Spitfire. Another picture showed him with two pilots with one of them being an older Canadian. Julie clicked his name seeing that the Harris was a pilot of a Mosquito photo plane that vanished at the English Channel with Turner who is the co-pilot. She ran Turners Bio seeing his RAF record., “Dam, that pilot was only nineteen years old!” Julie said a little out loud.

An old guy who must have been ninety plus years old saw the pictures on the monitor. He walked up to the young gal., “I knew him, he was one of my Spitfire pilots. He got himself wounded back in January of 1941 and he ended up being a co-pilot of De Havilland Mosquitoes. I was his flight captain, we had pilots as young as eighteen. Why are you interested in Turner?”

“I heard someone mention his name, so I ran it to see what he looked like.” She said looking at the picture with the three pilots standing near a De Havilland Mosquito.

The formal flight captain looked at the photo., “I am the guy standing at Turners’ left, I barely knew the Canadian named Harris. Those two were like brothers; Harris had a girl in Canada. As for Turner, I think he had a girl back in the states.”

Julie nodded watching the old man walk away. She took her cell phone looking at the photo of Turner. The taxi driver looked at the RAF ID photo and the one she’s has on her phone., “I am ninety nine percent certain they’re the same guy. This one young man has pound notes from 1940 and he acts old fashion. A nineteen year old from today won’t hold a door open for a lady and have pound notes from 1940. My fare to the Holiday inn is a RAF pilot from World War 2.”

Same moment, a RAF prison cell.

The inmate sat on his cot in his cell looking at the floor. Lutz tried to put together what went wrong. He thought all what he had to do was get back to the Reich and give his people the advanced fighter to help Germany to win the war., “But something went wrong and I end up stranded with enemy. It’s the year 2016 and Germany lost, I should of stay with those dogs.” The human male thought to himself sighing to himself. Right now Lutz rather be in a dogfight with the American airman than be sitting in this prison cell.

A secured hanger on the base.

The two RAF officers looked at the black sleek and deadly looking fighter with Royal marines guarding the craft. One of them looked at the German markings on the craft shaking his head., “What a cock up this is, the pilot claims to be a Luftwaffe pilot during World War two. He said he spent the last few months in space with female Jackals using magic. Then saying that he meet a few of our boys who might be listed as MIA. Also claims to know an American who flew for us in 1941.” Said the LT talking to the base commander.

“We had some Yanks who flew for us before the Americans entered the war. Some barnstormers went North to Canada to join their Air force. So what American our guest said he knew?” Asked the base commander.

“A young guy name Turner, he flew Spitfires before he got wounded and end up transferring to Mosquitos. He says Turner is at outer space flying for some fox people because the fox people can’t fly combat because they depend on computers.” Answered the LT, his face went slack seeing the facial expression on the base commander.

The base commanders’ face is ashen and it went stern., “I am alive because of Turner, he saved my grandfathers’ life when he was flying Landcasters. Turner is not in space, he’s somewhere on the bottom of the English Channel listed as KIA. The only thing that I seen as a memorial of him is his name listed on the pilots memorial at this base and some internet photos of him with other RAF airmen. One of them has him with the Canadian who fought to have him as his co-pilot. I heard Turner really loved flying, but he died what he loved doing. My grandfather told my father of him and he told me. He was so young looking, he must of not of shaved. Everyone called him kid, I heard he was a nice guy or kid.”

The two officers talked more looking at the fighter parked in the hanger. In the morning, some more personal are going to show up to examine the fighter and talk to the pilot. Some personal from the United States are going to show up in the morning from the Pentagon.

“LT, I am never going to talk to that pilot ever again, he’s nuts. In my opinion, Turner is dead on the bottom of the Channel. The only way I’ll believe that rubbish is if Turner shows up on this base saying that he’s flying for fox people.” The base commander sighs remembering the stories his grandfather and father told him that kept him entertained while growing up. He takes out a very old picture of a very young human male posing next to a early model Spitfire. A handwritten note on the white border on the bottom says: This is the pilot who saved my life back in November of 1940, his name was Turner.

END OF PART 3