Scooby Strikes Back

by Scobe

Chapter 1...

Scooby sat at the table as he sipped his strawberry lemonade in peace. He had a rough couple of days flying and running missions. though everyone had agreed that the missions were outstanding. The group had did a great job racking up over a hundred kills and a lot of damages.

Of course Scooby was very impressed by these number but something about one of the pilots in the group bothered him. He couldnt put his finger on it though. "Hi Scoob." Scooby looked up and saw Ruff. Ruff was one of the guys in the command flight called "Congress," though his callsign didn't really fit him all that much. At least Scooby never noticed anything rough about...Ruff. "Mind if I join ya?"

Scoob smiled at his ole buddy. "Take a seat Ruff." Ruff nodded and sat down then ordered his drink. The two of them chatted for a little while about the thursday night missions. Then another pilot entered the Hammer and Sickle. It was Sleepy, one of Scooby's squadron mates from the 307th. Sleepy took a seat with Ruff and Scoob and they continued chatting about random things as the drinks kept coming in.

"Is something bothering you Scoob?" Ruff asked as he noticed Scoob was acting a little strange. "Has Natasha been writing you letters again?"

Scooby had a momentary flashback and manage to keep his vomit from spilling all over the table. "No, its that...Well. I get a weird feeling when I'm around this certain pilot."

"Who?" Both Ruff and Sleepy asked.

When he heard Scooby's reply Sleepy broke out laughing. Ruff and Scooby were confused. "Everyone gets a weird feeling around him because he hasnt been 'introduced' yet."

Scooby cocked his head. "What?"

Sleepy leaned foward to whisper to Ruff and Scooby and split his drink. It was obvious that Sleepy had a little to much already. "It was a fluke. He told me. You see he managed to stay so busy when he got here that he managed to avoid the traditional meeting with Natty."

Ruff and Scoob, who hadn't had anything alchoical to drink because they were on standby jsut stared. Scooby looked back over Sleepy. Was this some kind of trick Sleepy was trying to pull on his "buddy" as payback? or was it really true!? had that pilot actually avoided Natasha?!. It all made sense now to Scooby. That was why he felt a little strange, and he felt it was his duty to protect the sacared honor of the 31st, the same way has Ram1 had.

"Excuse me." Scooby said and smiled. "I'll see ya'll later."

"Later Scoobs." Sleepy said as he downed another shot and fell back in his chair onto the ground.

Ruff sighed. "Smiley! Asmech! Give me a hand here with Sleepy."

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"ABSOULTELY HELL NO!"

Scooby stood ridged in parade rest stance with his eyes staring straight above his group commander's head. The smile he had moments ago had long since vanished as he entered Colonel Daddy's office. Scooby noticed that the portrait he was staring at was a hand painted drawing of two p-51s flying side by side. He also noticed that 1 had a regular red nose with a "VF" squad code on it while the other was clearly from the 31st and his own personal plane. He then recongized the first pony and smiled inside...

"DO YOU HEAR ME FLIGHT OFFICER!?" Daddy shouted.

Instantly Scoob remembered where he was. "YES SIR!" Daddy turned and faced out the window toward the flightline. As he muttered, Scooby's eyes wondered quickly and noticed Daddy's hand hovering near his side arm. Things could get very intresting very soon.

The colonel sighed deeply. "We need all the pilots we can get Scooby." Daddy said calmly. Especially for this next mission sunday. Do you have any idea what they are having us do?" Scooby knew all about it. It was his turn to work at the AFHQ and helped go over orders and assignments. Yet this was hardly the time to be a smart a$$ Scooby decided and stayed silent. It was a wonder Ram1 had survived his encouters with Daddy abuot this subject. "The answer is absloutely NO. Now get outta my office."

Scooby snapped to attention and brought his hand up in a crisp salute. Daddy returned the salute and sat down at his desk to go after more paper work. Scooby took a step back, and did an about-hace then quickly marched out of Daddy's office.

As Scooby strolled across the flightline he made a mental list of his troubles. Though Scooby was settling in nicely with the 31st, he didn't have a quarter of the connections as Ram1 did. This was going to be more dangerous than furballing with Jg80 and Jg51 combined. He also had to get with Natasha, without ending back in the hospital Scooby stopped in his tracks and shook head as he tried to keep the vomit from coming out again.

Yes, this would be dangerous, but Scooby was sure he would have his way, one way or another. He will strike and the inpure pilot will be pure once again. Everyone will be "blessed" by "Lucky Natty."

Chapter 2...

It had been a month since Scooby started his work to bring the inpure 31st pilot to the justice of Natasha. Since then he had a couple working connection and a made friends with a couple of nice nurses as well. Yet frequent missions had taken its toll on the group as well as his time.

Now however, was the perfect time to strike. The group was on standby as everyone rested and got some training done. Paperwork was being caught up on and pilots were quickly trying to get some leave.

"Hey Scooby! The boss wants to see ya."

Scooby, who was helping his crew chief inspect one of the 309th's P-51s nodded at Peskey. "Thanks I'll head right over there." He picked himself up from the ground and patted Sgt. Trent on the shoulder. "Lemme know how it turns out will ya?" The Sergeant that followed him from England nodded and continued working on the pony.

It took Scooby a little bit to walk across the field to Daddy's office. When he arrived the door was closed. Scooby knocked twice and entered when he was told to enter from within. Scoob entered and approached Daddy's desk then stood at attention and held up a salute. "Sir, Flight Officer Scooby reports as ordered."

Daddy returned the salute. "Take it easy Scoob. This is a friendly meet."

Scooby relaxed and sat down. Colonel Daddy sighed heavily. "Last night Scoob, Congress had a...uhh...encounter. LB is shaking off the encounter last night in the hostipal but he should be fine." Daddy noticed a suprised look from the newest flight officer of the group. "If you remember, last month I told you to stay out of the Natasha conflict." His hands started to hovering around the .45 pistol as Daddy continued. "I need you to ..." He suddered and shook it off standing straight as a arrow. "I want you to proceed with what you wanted."

"Yes sir." Scooby said, trying hard to keep his face straight.

"Make it fast Scoob, if one of the HQ members fall victim again, it'll be your ass." Daddy added. "Dismissed Scoob."

"Good afternoon sir." Scooby said as he got up and walked out.

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Scooby stood in his flight suit waiting outside of the flight surgeon's office along with Vonmac and Shredder. The three of them were dicussing why they were summoned to the flight surgeons office. Scooby insisted it had to be a suprise checkup while Shredder kept insisting something bad was going to happen to one of them. Vonmac just kept quiet, he was still steaming after his request for leave had been reject. On top of that, the right main gear in his P-51 had suddenly, somehow collapsed in the middle of the night.

The door to the flight surgeon's office opened with Ruff was walking out of the office rubbing his bum. He looked at Vonmac who was walking in. "You're gonna love this."

"Okay Captain, its your turn." The flight surgeon said as he stook his head out the door. Vonmac entered the room and started as Captain Pierce and the extremely long needle he had in his hand. "Bend over and drop'em Vonnie."

The 309th captain muttered under his breath about getting shots from
long needles into his behind. Though it wasn't the first and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. "Hey is this gonna hurt Doc?"

"Well, its possible but you should stay under for a while, i hope for your sake." Captain Pierce said as he stuck the needle into Von's behind.

Von thought about what the flight surgeon has said. He felt woosie and then realized that he heard the door open. As his eyes rolled up into his head he thought he heard another voice, "Natty will be happy" as he passed out cold and hit the floor with a thump.

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Flight Officer Scooby walked the compound that night from the 309th
flightline. As he did he encountered a very, very large, obsecine object approaching him. His first instict told him to draw his side arm and start shooting as he ran for his life. Yet he told himself that they had to meet again.

"Vooby, Vonmac vas very very nice." Natasha said as she rubbed her, bulkie fingers together. "Ive vanted to meet vith him for long time."

Scooby shook away thoughts of what Natty did to poor Vonmac. "Yes well, I think I've found another pilot you might be intrested in."

"Vhat!?"

The flight officer went in depth in explaning that how she was fooled by another one of the pilots. "So, I will start working on that."

"Voo goodie I vant to veet this smart van."

"Yes, well...good night Natty." Scooby walked off to the 307th FS billet.

"Vood night Vooby. Veet dreams."

Neve again...Scooby thought.

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Scooby found himself again in Daddy's office early the next morning. Infact, Daddy caught him so fast he hadn't even had time for his
morning run and was still in sweats.

"DAMN-IT SCOOB!" Daddy pounded his closed fist into his desk. Scooby, and the other occupiants Ruff, and Soul in the room jumpped. "I DIDN'T WANT HER TO KILL HIM!!"

"He's not dead sir, just in acoma." Scooby replied.

"Well, to me ACOMA means he's DEAD! He's not currently living with us now is he?" Daddy shot back with the fire in his eyes building.

"Sir, he didn't suffer much as far as we can tell." Soul said hoping to calm the storm in the room. "I mean, most others suffer lots of other physical injuries. Captain Vonmac just suffered a broken jaw and a dislocated pelvis along with the acoma." Daddy's eyes flared and his hand hovered ever so closely to his sidearm.

Ruff quickly added his two cents, "He should be so lucky."

"Yes sir," Scooby said in reply. "Hell I lost my pinky toe."

"Who asked you airman?" Daddy shot at Scoob who quickly went back into a brace. "Until Vonmac recovers you are to take over all his duties along with your own."

"Yes sir."

"Soul, please inform me when Vonmac returns to us." Daddy said. "Also, when he does come back to the land of the living let's try to make him as confortable as possible." Soul just nodded. "Okay
gentlment...dismissed."

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It was a full week before Vonmac awoke screaming and thrasing. Scoob's own bad luck placed him in the hosptial the same day when he broke his nose playing football against the 308th in Von's spot. He watched as doctor Pierce and other struggled to pinned Von down and sedate him. They finally succeeded in a couple of minutes.

"Hey doc is Vonnie gonna be fine?" Scoob asked.

"Yeah, after a couple months in thearpy, he'll be his old self again." He paused and looked over at the sedated Vonmac. "However, judging by that wakeup call, I think the drugs we pumped into him didn't last as long as I hoped."

Scooby nodded as he fought back the images of his time with Natty. He felt sorry for the poor guy but justice needed to be served to all. Now he had to plan for the next 31st pilot who escaped Natty. This one was going to be a challenge and he hoped he was up for it.