G-forces of war Nathans bioG-forces of war Nathans bio2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Nathan Martinez
Age: 27 (29 in the sequel)
Date of birth: March 10th 1991
Rank: Former captain in US air force (also due to his skill was part of an exchange program from the US navy before the war kicked off.) and now a mercenary pilot.
Race: Hispanic (cuban american)
Place of birth: Miami Florida
Nathan always had a love for planes. Especially fighter aircraft. He came from a family with a military background. His father being an F-16 pilot for the air force and his grandfather being a former F-4 pilot in vietnam. During the war in iraq his father was killed when his F-16 crashed on landing due to being damaged by an enemy ZPU anti aircraft gun. Devistated by his fathers death nathan joined the air force ROTC at 18 and graduated at age 21 at the top of his class. He then went on to flight school to become a fighter pilot for the air force. At age 23 his aircraft suffered a malfunction during a training flight and crashed. He ejected but was in
Last Dance with a KillerLast Dance with a Killer2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After waking from the long slumber of death
my rebirth and eternal freedom starts.
I think to myself "CRIKEY did I go to dark side".
And just then the clouds started to gather.
A thunderstorm was collecting like a monster
from a bad dream.
Lightning strikes and its claws are all around me.
I swear a stalker waits with his killer instincts.
The lightning is so loud it sounds like firecrackers
but I know that's not what the loud noises are.
The wind is building and then out of nowhere a memory
starts to play in my mind.
Like one of those HD video's you see from a Blu-ray DVD
for the first time.
The picture is so sharp it's like being there live, the sound so clear you expect to see
that THX icon charging up the screen and building to an almost unbearable blare.
Then it begins, I'm back in Ipswich barreling down Prince Edward drive
in my 67 Gran Torino and as I approach Devils Gully I
get this uneasy feeling.
The intensity builds as if some mystical force is driving me.
I look on and watc