Tank Handling and Testing

Where canine gunners and pilots alike practice in their vehicles.

Another Feline group came and destroyed all the vehicles, soundlessly as most canines were asleep. The slunk away quickly, meeting up with the others again.

Gears led us all to the jets. They were red, with, outlined in black, was the bame of the jet spelled out in a brilliant gold. Also on each was a number, for further identification. They went by order from one to six, mine one, Sparky's two, Friction's three, Carson's four, Torch's five, and Gamma's six.

I looked at my jet and smiled. Hopefully there would be a masking device, to make the machine invisible when over the feline territory. I studied the details while stnading in front of it.

Friction looked over her jet.
"Got any spraypaint?" she asked.

Gears rolled his eyes. "I had a feeling you might say that." He stepped to the side, and revealing every color you could think of, and some you couldn't. The look in everybody's eyes showed that they were not going to stay these colors, Canine official colors or not. I snatched the white before anyone else could.

I looked both ways before quickly taking orange, yellow and black. Blazk would be for the base of it, although the winds would be red (which was already there, luckily), orange and yellow, along with the "spine" or backbone of the plane, making complex yet colorful designs. I would eventually, if it wasn't already there, put in a device which extracted my power to make the jet change colors or turn invisible.

I raised my eyebrow at the white I was holding, put it down, and took black. I walked over to my plane. 'HAWK' was spelled on the front of the plane. "Hey, Sparky, could I borrow those?" I said, using light to move the red to me. I spray-painted the entire plane, minus the cockpit, black. For camoflauge. I took a design, a fireball, and made the outling of it red. This design was on the front of the plane, near where the word 'HAWK' used to be.

"Nice." I said, looking at Blaze's design. I had a urge to graffiti my jet over, but I decided not to.

There was a multi colored cloud of gas around Friction and her plain. She was putting the desighn on fast enough the gas couldnt settle before new colors joined them.
She smiled and backed away, out of the cloud. when it settled, there were peace sighns, daggers, the moon, music notes, fangs and more things that pretty much described her all over.

I finished the fireballs on both sides, then made the word HAWK in the front in red. Then I leapt onto the plane, near the wing. I made the Canine symbol, a red circle with a black wolf paw, outlined in more red. Inside it I put the number 1 in even more red. There wad a radar inside, claoking device, and control of the plane and its weapons. Gears showed me how to work the radar, and I got in the jet and turned it on. It showed six jets, mine in the middle. It said, 'ROUGE LEADER' on my plane, 'ROUGE 2' on Sparky's, 'ROUGE 3' on Friction's, 'ROUGE 4' on Torch's, and 'ROUGE FIVE' on Gamma's. Gears explained to everyone how to use the plane, formations, words for them, and advised a practice flight. The flight helmest were white, with the canine symbol on either side. I turned my jet on, and the engine whirred. You could hear on the inside of the planes, "Rouge Sqaudron, this is Rouge Leader. Let's test these things out." Carson's was ROUGE 4 on the radar.

NRR: I forgot him.

Rouge 1, Blaze, Rouge 2, Sparky, Rouge 3, Friction, Rouge 4, Carson, Rouge 5, Torch, Rouge 6, Gamma. "Rouge Squadron, you are cleared for takeoff." Gears said over the headphones in the helmet.

Friction grinned and swung herself into her 'rouge'. She started the engine, making a huge noise.
"Now this is what im talkin about!" She shouted, her words getting lost in the engine noise.

I was already in the jet, strapping on my gear and switching the appropriate switches. I watched the radar with keen eyes and said ito the radar radio, "Let's do this!"

"Alright, let's go!" I said through the phones. Soon, the squadron of six was in the sky.

I smiled and made a couple curves and turns, testing out the flying ability. It was stable, so I stayed still and flew at almost the same level of Blaze.

Friction flew above the rest, doing nose dives and corc screws. She was pushing it to the limit.

The group glided down abd the engines stopped.

I hopped out of my jet, grinning and a bit jittery from the flight.

Friction was still in the air, flipping around, slowly getting closer to HQ

"Omega Squadron, Rouge Squadron! Tyrant squad needs help at Feline HQ invasion. Go get em!" I quickly put my helmet back on. "Rouge Squadron, in the air, now!!!" I said, leaping into my plane.

I smiled and headed bakc into my jet, lifting off at lightning speed with my squadron.

Friction grinned, hoping to get back at a certain cat.

2 coyotes walk into camp, one holding flightless Cinna, the other hodling blinded, gagged and bound Sunlit.

Luna stood there, confusion on her face. "What the?"

Gears was there. The glared at Luna. "Here's your cut." He said to the coyotes, handing each 50 Canine Dollars.