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Chapter 1: Night Flight
The baleful moon watched over the damp, moss covered hills of the Tree Gnome Village. If anyone had been watching, they might have seen a dark shadow cross in front of it, darkening the dappled shadows cast by its light. If they had been watching closely, they might have also seen five other, smaller craft pass by in quick succession.
Inside the belly of one those smaller planes was a young Gnome Pilot by the name of Roal Atkins. In truth, he was actually only half gnome; his father had been one of the chief human executives of the Gno(ck Alliance’s plane manufacturing company. At nineteen, he was the youngest serving member of his regiment, the fabled Gno(ck 415th Airborne. He was tall for a gnome, at five foot three, and he was quite thin. He had dark, spiky hair and hazel eyes. He wore the standard issue pilot uniform of the G15’s (the nickname for the Gno(ck 415th Airborne), a black jumpsuit made of heat and cold resistant material, with red stripes down the side of the body and the word GNO(CK sown, in red thread, on the back of the neck.
Bending down, Roal flicked a few switches on his dashboard and set his mike to send a signal to the gnomes in the bomb bays.
“Prepare bombs one through to five, get ready for launch on my mark,” He ordered into his mike. When he saw the red lights flick on his dashboard telling him that the bombs were ready, he brought the mike to his lips again.
“Stand back; prep the engine for hyper-run.”
Patiently, he waited for the light on the engine section of the dashboard to change from green to red. As soon as it did, he changed his mike channel to the units channel and spoke into it.
“Leader, this is four. Target acquired, dropping in three...two...one....”

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Roal flicked the button on the roof of the cockpit and he faintly heard five clicking sounds in quick succession, followed by a roaring sound as the rockets engines roared into life. Hurriedly, he punched some numbers into the engine ignition, before flicking another switch. The engine roared, and white-hot flame burst out of the thrusters. Grabbing the steering yoke, he shot into the sky like a rocket.
Turning in a wide circle, he headed for the Gnome airbase, just north of Ardougne. Faintly behind him, he heard five booming sounds, before seeing in the rear camera a massive column of fire belch into the sky, tearing through the clouds. Smiling to himself, he turned back to the landing strip and lowered his craft to the ground, before walking off to report to his senior officer.
He never saw the grey-skinned creature that snuck out of the bomb bay and stalked off towards Ardougne.

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Chapter 2: Drop Off
Roal knocked on his commander’s rich mahogany door, waiting patiently for an answer.
“Enter!” the deep, booming voice reverberated through the door.
Striding through the door, which he closed gently behind him, not wanting to damage the gilding, Roal walked smartly up to the commander’s desk and did the formal salute of the G15’s; touching the brow, then the chin, and then the brow again.
“Captain Gran sir, I have come to report on tonight’s
mission,” Roal crisply told his superior.
The captain stood up and walked over to him. Even though he was relatively tall for a gnome, he only came up to Roal’s shoulder.
“Was it successful?” he asked.
“Yes sir, we found an ammunition factory two days in. We flew overhead till the night, then we attacked. The lieutenant was hit badly by an anti-aircraft missile and had to head back to Ardougne to make an emergency landing. Sergeant Andrew then took his place. The others are still out there patrolling, but I had to come back as I was out of ammo,” Roal recounted to his superior.
“Excellent. Well it’s a good thing you are back; we need a pilot for a drop off tomorrow. You’re going to be taking one of the White Lions landers, as they are who you’re dropping, and we don’t have anyone else who’s flown one before,”
“Yes sir,” Roal said, beaming.
“Right, then you are dismissed. Be at the lander tomorrow at ten o’clock sharp.”
***
Roal brought the mike to his lips.
“All take off personnel leave the area. All White Lions strap yourselves in.”
He dropped the mike, and began to flick switches, waiting for all the ground crew to leave the area.

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The lander was one of the old Falador 804’s, widely renowned as the best plane of its era. It had been widely used by the Falador Guard, Falador’s army, for over fifty years. Even today, Falador regiments tend to use them most of the time. However, they had never sold the designs to any other kingdoms, meaning that the other kingdoms couldn’t train in them, and as they were totally different to any other type of Gnome-Plane, no-one except Falador Guard could fly them.
All the personnel had left the area, leaving Roal free to take off. He grabbed the steering yoke, and slowly eased the old plane into the air, before jamming it forward and pressing the ignition for the forward thrusters. Black smoke belched out of the exhaust, and it took about ten seconds longer for the plane to shoot forward than it normally would.
A frown creased Roal’s forehead. Then he pushed the thought aside and turned towards the setting sun, heading towards where Oo’glog used to be. It would take them about a day to reach it, even by flying, as they would have to land during the day and travel at night.
***
“All units, this is your pilot. We are now flying over the drop off point. Prepare for dropping. I will circle overhead for five minutes, then I will begin to head north. If you are still onboard at that time you will have to return to the base and explain why you weren’t dropping,” Roal ordered into his mike.
He heard hurried sounds from the hold, as the soldiers prepared their gear and got ready for the drop. He pulled a lever, and the drop holes, small holes two metres wide placed at regular intervals along the floor, clanged open. He began to see men dropping out of the holes, falling to the ground at tremendous speed.
Then, suddenly, they began to pull the parachute cords. Nothing happened. They began to panic, flailing their arms around madly. Pulling down hard on the steering yoke, he shot below the highest group, and he heard ten muffled thuds as they hit the roof.

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By then the others were too low for him to help.
Switching his mike channel to the loudspeakers, he yelled into it.
“How many of you did*’t drop?”
A muffled voice said, “Four, pilot!”
“I’m taking us back to the airbase. Come through to the cabin, but open the top hatches on the way, there’s another ten on the roof,” Roal replied.

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Chapter 3: Touchdown
The ancient oak stood, knarled and twisted, on the rocky, windswept hill, overlooking the bleak and desolate terrain occupied by ScapeRune’s advance army. To the north, countless fires blazed as Yanille burned, a group of gnome raiders setting fire to it at sunset. The thousands of soldiers that were in Yanille were now scattered hopelessly around the countryside.
Then, as the heavens split and lightning crackled forth from the domain of the gods, all hell was let loose.
***
Inside the lander the world was in turmoil. Several seconds earlier a lightning bolt had been spat forth from the heavens and slammed into the right wing. The thick rubber inner walls had prevented the occupants from getting electrocuted, but the bolt had fried all the electrics.
Roal was in the drivers seat, frantically flicking switches in a desperate effort to regain control.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice barely audible from the crashes of thunder and the torrents of rain striking the roof, “We have to get out of here! Any moment now we’re gonna plough straight through Yanille!”
“How?” Someone yelled back, “The parachutes don’t work and we’re too high to jump!”
Roal thought about it. The more he did so, the more he saw how hopeless their situation was. Looking around the room desperately, his eyes fell upon a small black object in the corner of the small cockpit. Smiling grimly, he picked it up and unclipped the safety release. ~We don’* want them disarming it using a universal disarmer while we’re still a hundred feet up~ He thought.
***

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Clambering through the access hatch into the engine room, still holding the device, Roal yelled at the top of his lungs, “EVERYONE! Come here now!* hurriedly, he started typing numbers into a keypad next to a power generated. He heard people running down the corridors towards him, and soon they burst into the room.
“Right then,” he said hurriedly, “I need someone who is good with maths.” Someone near the back put their hand up. “Right, using that number pad,” he indicated the number pad he had been working on to the Faladorian White Lion, “Calculate the generators power. Divide it by three, then add the difference between the numbers. Finally, type that in here.” He indicated the black object he was carrying. “After you’ve done all that, press the blue button.” And with that, he sprinted towards the cockpit.
***
When he got there he saw how close he ground was. ~I’ll only be able to make us hit the ground lightly; I won’t be able to stop us.~ he thought grimly.
Suddenly, the lights switched back on, and the engine roared into life. Yanking back on the steering yoke he yelled through the door, “Everyone, hold on tight!”

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Chapter 4: The Hunt Begins
Lieutenant Shane Jeff watched his screen, his grey face glowing with a faint green light it emitted. It showed an overhead map of the area their army had conquered, and had, until a few seconds ago, had a small, red, moving dot on it. Typing a few things into his keyboard, he began speaking into his microphone.
“Sir, Ark Angel has disappeared. Orders?”
“Send a message to Captain Troy. Tell him Commander Doric ordered him to send every single spare soldier to comb the entire area, from Yanille to the Feldip Hills. If Ark Angel is not found within two days, he will pay with his life. Understood?”
“
Yes sir,* the Lieutenant replied, changing the channel to Captain Troy’s.
***
On the other end of the line Commander Doric’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, forming a deep V. He wondered if it might not be better if he went out to help as well...he shook the thought aside. Captain Troy would find him, dead or alive. When threatened with death, men tend to perform alot better. Of course, there is the small downside of having to execute an officer if he fails. ~But that’s a small price to pay~ he thought mildly. Making up his mind, he ordered a senior officer to gather his unit and get them ready for battle.
***

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However, he was not the only ScapeRune officer to be
worried. Troy Copeland, Captain of the ScapeRune advance army, was sweating profusely. After receiving the orders from Lieutenant Shane earlier, he had not stopped thinking about them.
He was in a very difficult position. On one hand, if he did*’t find the armies top spy, Ark Angel, he would be executed by Commander Doric. However, on the other hand, there was one hundred highly skilled Gnome Ranger’s in the area, plus over five thousand Faladorian soldiers waiting attack. If he lowered his guard and searched for Ark Angel, they would attack, and he would have no chance of destroying five thousand bloodthirsty and vengeful soldiers attacking his scattered forces. And, by some miracle if he did, he would be wiped out by the Gno*k army, only a day’s flight away.
He tried to think of a solution, but failed dismally.
Weeping silently, he faced the fact that at some point in the next few days, he was going to die.
***
The Falador patrol saw one of their landers coming in through the storm. ~Must be the one that left with the White Lions three days ago~ thought Sergeant Connor Halt. He was tall, and had spiky hair and dreadlocks. His eyes glowed with murderous intent, and his array of old weapons glinted with the light from the flashes of lightning. They watched as a bolt of lightning arced down and struck the right wing, causing the entire machine to glow with a fierce white light. Then they watched as it plummeted down towards the ground, slightly south of Yanille. Just before it hit the ground, the engines roared back into life and it pulled up, just too late to stop it from hitting the ground.

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It crashed into the ground, and its left wing was completely sheared off, the engine catching fire and exploding violently, shaking the ground. The rest of the craft kept going straight, ploughing through the earth and leaving deep furrows behind it. The outer coat of armour on the underside was completely stripped off when it travelled over a rocky outcrop. Finally, after travelling a hundred metres, it stopped, the metal groaning, and collapsed onto its side.
“Men! Get to that ship and help the survivors! There’ll only be a skeleton crew of four onboard, they’ve just come back from a drop,” Connor ordered to his men.
Hurriedly, his men complied.

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