Note: Originally written in 2000... A one off short story in my Knight Squadron series.
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Someone is sabotaging the Valkyrie fighters of the Luftwaffe. Or that's what Johann Strauss thinks, and he thinks he knows who it is too. Of course, it's a little more complicated than that.
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Part 1...
The Valkyrie streaked back toward the base on the moon of Syria. There were no survival pods to be found in the wreckage of the Base Star, and the Kriegsmarines' mission was done.
Johann Strauss relaxed in the cockpit of his fighter. His girlfriend, Kerri, was waiting for him back at base. Johann felt a warm, familiar tightening in his lower body. He cursed under his breath and tried to control himself.
But Kerri's long black hair and blue eyes kept coming back into his mind. Kerri had agreed to a date after he got back from this mission.
Kerri had caught his eye from the first time he had seen her. At the time, she'd been on her back, working at the guts of a Ju-87. Captain Jac Jordon had walked up to Johann and closed Johann's mouth with his finger. Johann hadn't even realized that he'd literally been drooling.
On another occasion, Johann asked another pilot about the beauty who fixed the engines. The other pilots had responded to his excited queries with a sigh.
"That's Kerri Malina," one had said. "The Ice Queen of Syria. Don't get your hopes up. She's looking for her true love, and whoever he is, compared to him pilots are the scum from the Base Star's toilets."
"I wonder what she'd think of a Knights Templar?" Johann muttered under his breath.
Eventually, Johann decided to try his luck and walked up to Kerri one day while they were watching other pilots train. Kerri had noted the Sunsword clipped to his wrist, and decided to be a little more friendly to this one. After all, a boy who believed in the Mystica was less likely to be after nothing but her body.
Kerri had found a good friend in the young pilot who always kept the Sunsword on his wrist. And Johann found a good friend in the mechanic who disliked pilots. Their friendship grew, and they became very close.
Now, Johann sat in the cockpit of his Valkyrie, fidgeting inside his sweaty flight suit. He wanted a bath and a clean uniform almost as much as he wanted to see Kerri.
At last, the moon loomed up ahead. Johann brought the Valkyrie in for a clean landing at the North Landing Pad. As he climbed out of the cockpit, Kerri ran up and hugged him.
Johann's sleek body thrilled Kerri with how strong and handsome he was. Johann kissed her softly on the cheek, ashamed to be caught in his rumpled flight suit.
"I'll meet you in twenty minutes," Kerri whispered.
"Good. I need a shower," Johann replied.
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Twenty minutes later, Johann met Kerri. Kerri giggled and slung a leg over her boyfriend's hip. Johann pulled Kerri close to his sleek chest and caught her lips in a warm kiss. As they stood kissing in the isolated corner of the base, a disaster was about to take place. Abruptly, a loud explosion echoed across the moon, knocking Johann and Kerri off their feet.
Johann began muttering ungentlemanly words as he noted every place where his body had contacted the unforgiving stone pavers. Those were going to be beautiful bruises tomorrow, all right. Kerri, however, didn't mind. When they had fallen, Johann's shirt had opened a little more than usual, revealing his lean chest.
Johann picked himself up, and looked out across the jungle. A column of black smoke was rising from the area of the South Landing Pad.
"Come on!" Kerri cried, and the duo raced down a narrow path to the landing pad. Johann and Kerri came out onto the pavement of the landing pad. In the middle lay the smoldering remains of a Valkyrie.
"What happened?" Johann asked. "And who?" He noticed some medics, carrying away a body on a stretcher, but it was little more than a charred skeleton.
"We don't know what happened, he appeared to lose control, but was coming in for a near-perfect landing. He would have made it too, but the Valkyrie exploded just a few meters above the pavement," said a frazzled Lieutenant.
"Who?" Kerri asked.
"Rob Kerman," the Lieutenant replied.
"Damn," Johann said. He bestowed a vicious kick upon a piece of slagged conduit, sending it flying into the jungle.
"Hey!" the Lieutenant bellowed at Johann. "I'll thank you not to kick evidence!"
"What do I care?" Johann bellowed. "Rob was my friend, and now he's dead." He immediately looked sorry about his outburst and spoke again. "Sorry."
Kerri clutched Johann arm. "I'm sorry, Jo. I know Rob was one of your best friends."
"Why should you be? Rob's out of your hair now," Johann said nastily, still upset. "He was the one you hated because your Ice Queen act wouldn't get him to stop asking you out."
"Jo, I may not have liked him, but I certainly don't want him dead!" Kerri cried out. "You know me, Jo. I just needed the right boy to love, the one who would be just right and put me at peace with the world. And I found him."
"Kerri, I'm sorry. I suspect everyone, and especially that rat Keel," Johann said.
"Keel?" Kerri said. "Keel's a harmless mechanic."
"Keel is nuts," Johann said. "He's a frustrated pilot, he lost his hand irreplaceably in a crash, and now he's jealous of anyone who can still control a starfighter. He went for me once, choked me."
"Oh, Jo!" Kerri said. "I've worked with Keel a long time. While he may not love pilots, he does love the fighters. He would never destroy one!"
"I'm sorry," Johann said, giving her a quick kiss. "Do you mind if I break off our date? I feel like I've been shot down by a Jaheem Destroyer, and I'd like to rest. I have a training flight tomorrow."
"Wait! Jo!" Kerri shouted. "Don't go on that training flight tomorrow! Let me and the other mechanics check out the fighters before you fly again!"
Johann shook his head and continued to his room.
"Jo, please!" Kerri cried, her face contorting. "Do you want to go down in flames too? Do you think I want to watch you go down in flames?"
Johann shut the door.
"Johann Strauss, you can be stubborn as a mule," Kerri said as she turned around and walked toward the mechanics' barracks.
***
Part 2...
The next morning, Johan climbed into his Valkyrie. He sat ready for the high speed search and destroy practice. As he lifted off, Johann noticed a faint rumbling sound in his engines, but he assumed he'd simply gotten a cranky older fighter. He pulled out of the hangar to continue with the training mission.
Kerri had been watching the pilots train from a window and talking over some strategic locations for a new base with Gisela Deja.
And then there was a second blast.
In an instant, both Kerri and Gisela took off down a path toward the South Launching Pad. They swiftly arrived to view another starfighter laying in a pile of twisted, charred parts on the stone paving.
"Oh, who is it this time?" Gisela cried.
The commander of the training mission spoke."Sorry to have to tell you two ladies this, but... it's Johann Strauss."
"Dammit, Jo," Gisela said, turning toward the wreckage. "Make me like you for the fool idealist you are, and then go get yourself killed."
Tears stung Kerri's eyes. She hoped against hope that Johann had somehow managed to survive the crash.
Two medics were hauling away the remains of the canopy, trying to get at what was left of Johann. They pulled a body out of the wreckage that was clothed in a charred and bloodied flight suit... Johann Strauss.
Kerri ran to where the medic were strapping Johann to the stretcher. Kerri gasped as one of the medics ripped the flight suit off of Johann's upper body, revealing burns and bloody gashes. His ash-blonde hair was singed and his face scratched.
"Don't die, Jo," Kerri whispered, stroking Johann's bangs out of his face. "I love you."
Kerri and Gisela were abruptly shoved aside by a medic, who began cleaning Johann's wounds.
***
Later, Kerri was permitted to sit with Luke as he lay in his bed. Luke had been heavily sedated to keep him from feeling his many wounds, but Kerri held his hand anyway.
Johann lay still without a sign of life except for the slow rise and fall of his bandaged chest. He was naked except for the bandages and the sheets of his bed, which left him looking pathetic and helpless.
Kerri released his hand and began to gently trim away the charred ends of Johann's hair. As she worked, soft blonde curls began to frame his innocent, round face again.
When she was done, Kerri bent down and bestowed a kiss on Johann's still lips. Sadly, she relived the night before, when Johann had returned her kisses.
"Johann was probably right," Kerri muttered. "Keel probably did this to Jo because Johann Strauss is the hero Keel could never be!"
Kerri left Johann's bedside and tore off toward the hangar where Keel had been scheduled to work that day. She was no longer able to bear the sight of Johann's still body.
***
"Keel?!" Kerri bellowed. "Where are you?"
The little man with his single hand appeared. "What's your problem today, Kerri?"
"You know full well, Keel!" Kerri shouted, not caring who heard. "You didn't check Jo's fighter like I asked you to. He almost died because you didn't check it properly."
"I checked it. There was nothing wrong," Keel said. "No one had even touched that fighter in a long time because it always ran well."
"Or maybe you wanted Johann Strauss to die!" Kerri yelled. "Because he was what you weren't. Because he was the hero of Syria! You didn't care that he was my boyfriend and I planned to marry him!"
"Whatever you may think," Keel said, shrugging his misshapen shoulders, "I did not try to kill Jo. I hold respect for anyone who could train as a Templar, as he does."
"Whatever," Kerri said.
***
Weeks later, Kerri still sat by Johann's bedside. Now, he had nutrients flowing through a needle into one arm and waste flowing out through a catheter hidden by the sheet. He still slept, although he was no longer sedated and his wounds were nearly healed.
During that time, the Reich kept vigil over its hero. The wreckage of the Valkyries, both Johann's and Rob's, were pulled to pieces. No clues were found.