Avenging The Assassin

While the Americans and their allies went to their respective territories, far above them orbiting the world was the descendent of the Assassin. He was working out in the gym when the call came in.

"All hands, report to the safe center, we a dropping the station from orbit. I repeat you have 120 seconds to strap in."

"We really splashing down?"

"No, we're dropping in on everyone like the Decepticons did on Autobot city. Only were pointing the station at their capital. With the V8F fighters, we'll take down anything they have built."

With everyone strapped in, the station commander points the station at the planet and begins accelerating. Like a hand of god, the stations punches through the atmosphere. They had spent the last 300 years getting ready for their return to the surface. Sonic booms were heard above the clan homes. The Prince stepped out to see a fire ball heading for his city.

"All fighters drop on my mark; Alvis is going to sacrifice himself to end the reign of these savages."

"Till we meet again Alvis."

At Fortress Americana, alarms were sounding off, and pilots had begun to scramble.

"Ghost, the F4U Corsair is all yours, good luck!" a mechanic said as he cleared the area.

"All pilots to the skies!"

The Americans had managed to get their retrofitted WWII warbirds airworthy again.

"H, Daws, what do you see?"

"Sir, the station is going to hit the capital, holy shit, boogies dropping out, V8F's, hundreds of them, no thousands!"

"Get that SR-71 into high gear and get back here!"

Daws rolls the blackbird and punches it away from the station. V8F's engage the Blackbird only to find out it was still superior in one aspect, speed.

The 1960's era aircraft kicked it into full throttle, leaving the V8F pilots in the dust. As H and Daws flew closer to base they watched as hundreds of warbirds took to the skies. The Ghost loops around the others and opens fire, taking down two V8F's trying to intercept Marine One, which was carrying the Prince and a few others.

"All pilots, protect the helicopters!" ordered the Ghost cracking his NOS bottle. The Corsair darted after a V8F with black and orange markings.

"Hey Bobby Jr., don't look now, but the man who killed your ancestor, just took out two of our birds."

"Everyone focus your fire on the transport helicopters, leave the Ghost to me." The V8F spins around and opens fire at the Corsair, finding out why the Ghost was an ace pilot. The Corsair spins around the stream of bullets.

"Come on asshole, follow me!" The Ghost took his Corsair along a flight that would run them dangerously close to the falling station. Bobbing and weaving his plane, the Ghost kept ahead of the V8F, he fired a few rockets into the station knocking it slightly off course. Once he'd had his fun toying with the V8F, he stalled his throttle and flipped the fight. He was now behind the V8F. The new Assassin scrambled to try and get away from the bullets, he spun the V8F low, flying just feet above the ground. The Corsair was hot on his tail, bullets striking the flaps of the V8F. Both pilots fused in a bond of man and machine, the sweat dripping from both pilots seemed to be frozen in time as the pilots weaved through the capital as the station slammed into the city center. The shockwave was hot on their heels, as both pilots pushed their aircrafts to the upper limits trying to outrun the blast. The V8F dropped out left and was surprised when the F4U opened fire at it.

"Come Bobby J is in trouble!"

Six fighters dropped in behind the F4U, the Ghost seeing this realized this was a kill box, he, opened the bottle of NOS fully and took off upwards, spinning to avoid the steams of bullets.

"I could use an assist here."

"Fly hot and fast to the Potomac River, we have a surprise waiting for them!"

The Ghost drops fast and low as he is pursued. The Assassin manages to get a hit on the Ghost's engine cowling catching it on fire. Rather than bail out, the Ghost pins the throttle down, suppressing the flames growth with speed. As he makes it to the Potomac, Madie and Liberty come into view.

"In the name of Science and the United States, stay out of our airspace!" yells Madie as Liberty swats a handful of V8F's out of existence. The Automaton opens fire her lasers striking the lead V8F, forcing the Assassin to retreat. The Ghost swings the plane left and bails out as his wing sheers off, opening his parachute and landing safely. The Assassin comes back around for a clean-up pass. However, Madie wielding her prototype Surge pistol fires a bolt of electricity killing the centrifugal propeller, causing the plane to slam into the ground, sliding away from the Fortress.

While the Fortress and clans had been repelling their attackers, the station before slamming into the ground had dropped substations that would serve as bases for the invading army from orbit. Tanks, and infantry rolled out of those bases and began amassing in the forests surround most of the clan villages.

"All troops, hold off attacking, let them regroup, then we'll crush them." ordered the Assassin.