Freedom Flights: Episode 41. Conviction and Commitment

Episode 41 of Freedom Flights is set in January 2025 and will be released in two parts. Can you guess what world-shattering event occurs in Part 2? Some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out.

I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… even if they fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to tackle just crucial incidents in a specific month, thereby I hope to reach the present quicker. I don’t want to be stuck writing about earlier months when the last shot is fired.

Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes. After then addressing the essential rebuilding, I must finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the  Chayka Family and their aviation business based in Canada, Chayka Air.

We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite how some leaders vacillate. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 41. Conviction and Commitment.

Part 1

2025

Sunday, January 5th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

The group of children were gathered outside the old hangar, which had been decorated to resemble a stable with a nativity scene inside for the Christmas celebrations.

A child exclaimed with delight and pointed into the darkness as three figures in magnificent outfits emerged.

Los Reyes Magos,” said Adelita Palomo, then added in Ukrainian, “The Three Kings.” She introduced them individually as they approached. “As I’m sure you know, these Wise Men are Melchior… Gaspar… and Balthazar. Follow them, please. They have gifts for children.”

As Los Reyes Magos led the children inside the hangar, Adelita approached Aitana Salcedo, who was guarding the door, and switched into Spanish.

“Are the others inside?”

“Conchita and Jacinta are, as is Aaron now, wearing his King costume. But Katiuska is patrolling with Treka and the other K9 handlers, including the five new ones from Canada. Protecting these kids is the Night Owl’s priority this evening. So, let’s join the children when I’m relieved.”

Shortly, K9 handler Ailish Delaney and her Beagle, Rosheen, took over, so Adelita and Aitana went into the hangar.

Inside, Los Reyes Magos were kneeling before the infant Jesus in his crib and presenting their gifts. Gaspar gave gold, representing Jesus’ kingship; Melchior offered frankincense, symbolising his divinity; and Balthazar brought myrrh, which indicated his mortality.

“Is that real gold?” asked Adelita.

“Only if my engagement ring is,” replied Conchita. “Aaron wouldn’t say when he proposed yesterday. He just borrowed the ring for this evening’s event.”

The Kings bowed once again to Jesus, then backed up a few steps before turning to the children. Three thrones had been set up for Los Reyes Magos, who sat and began presenting the kids with candy and practical presents.

“Where did you leave your camels?” asked one small girl of the imposing Gaspar.

Tugging his dark beard, he replied, “On the far end of the base, where the dogs can guard them. Later tonight, we’ll visit your houses when you’re asleep and leave gifts for your families.”

“We can put out some grass or carrots,” said another girl. “Your camels will enjoy those.”

As the Kings and the children chatted, Conchita and her friends were ensuring the parents had what they needed… gifts from Los Reyes Magos donated by the squadron.

An hour later, Los Reyes Magos said farewell to the children, and everyone escorted them outside, where K9 handler Ailish Delaney and her Beagle, Rosheen, were on duty.

The kids all wanted to stroke Rosheen, whom they decided was the cutest dog they’d ever seen.

“Rosheen loves her work and this kind of attention,” said Ailish. “Her nose helps us find things that are hidden or lost.”

**

Monday, January 6th – Recreation Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Returning from the Epiphany service in the base chapel, Conchita and Aaron led the Spanish contingent to a corner of the rec room, originally the airport’s main lounge. Some comfortable chairs and couches were arranged around two low tables.

“Did the Three Kings leave these gifts?” asked Adelita, staring at Aaron. “Or did they take off with their camels?”

“Treka and I saw them leave towards Lutsk last night,” said Katiuska, winking at Aaron, who was already handing out presents.

Conchita unwrapped hers and held up her engagement ring and a St Christopher pendant.

“Seems Gaspar added another gold treasure to my ring.” She kissed Aaron, handing him a narrow parcel.

 Removing the paper, he took out a box and opened it, revealing a pen.

“It’s also a digital recorder. I’ve left a message for you alone.”

Their friends unwrapped anonymous gifts, all selected individually, even Treka’s. But by whom? They stared at each other, then at Aaron and Conchita.

“If you were Gaspar, who were the other Kings?” asked his sister Jacinta.

“I don’t know. They just arrived,” replied the distracted journalist. “With the camels, perhaps.”

He was staring at a crowd gathered in front of the rec’s television. The Spaniards wandered over to the Canadian TV channel broadcasting Justin Trudeau’s press announcement.

Justin Trudeau at a news conference at Rideau Cottage in Ottawa, Canada on January 6, 2025. Photo: Dave Chan/AFP via Getty Images

“Every morning I’ve woken up as prime minister, I have been inspired by the resilience, generosity and the determination of Canadians,” he said. “It is the driving force of every single day I have the privilege of serving in this office. That is why, since 2015, I have fought for this country – for you -”

The ten Canadians nodded as Trudeau continued.

“-to strengthen and grow the middle class, and why we rallied to support each other through the pandemic, to advance reconciliation, to defend free trade on this continent, to stand strong with Ukraine and our democracy, and to fight climate change and get our economy ready for the future.

We are at a critical moment in the world…”

Everyone murmured in agreement, although Kalyna Chayka muttered, “But what’s next?”

As if in response, Trudeau eventually answered.

“That’s why, this morning, I advised the governor general that we need a new session of parliament. She has granted this request, and the house will now be prorogued until 24 March.”

“Suspending Parliament may lead to a Spring election,” said Tetyana Douglass.

Then, as expected, Trudeau said, “I intend to resign as party leader, as prime minister, after the party selects its next leader through a robust, nationwide, competitive process. Last night I asked the president of the Liberal Party to begin that process.

This country deserves a real choice in the next election, and it has become clear to me that if I’m having to fight internal battles, I cannot be the best option in that election.”

“So, who will lead the Liberals, and what will happen to our fight over here?” asked Zoriana Douglass.

“I pray they choose Chrystia Freeland, after all she’s done for Ukraine,” said Ailish Delaney.

“Like all of us, she has Ukrainian ancestors,” added Corynn Amsel.

“And the family all speak Ukrainian at home,” continued Isla Clacher.

“As have our clan, ever since the two Chayka sisters escaped Nazi and Soviet tyranny in 1944,” said Vasy.

“Marrying two brothers from an earlier refugee wave from Ukraine,” said Kalyna, then concluded, “The ten of us need to decide what we do next, especially as there will be a Parliamentary election in Canada, sooner than expected.”

The Ukrainian Canadians all agreed and followed the Chayka cousins to a quieter room.

**

Thursday, January 16th – Squadron Command Centre,  Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Kalyna Chayka turned back to the nine Night Owls waiting for the meeting.

“That was Commandant Raphaëlle Balode, our senior officer at Dęblin in Poland. She wanted to confirm the reports that Poland’s Operational Command did scramble fighter jets to secure Polish airspace last night, but there were no violations by the Russians.”

“However,” added Vasy. “As you know, Western Ukraine came under massive attacks right up to the Polish border. The enemy targeted our key energy infrastructure. 43 cruise and ballistic missiles and 74 attack drones were launched in last night’s barrage.”

After a strategic pause, Kalyna continued.

“Yet, our air force downed 30 missiles and 47 drones, of which our pilots contributed a respectable number, with zero casualties.” Cheers and fist pumps greeted the encouraging news. “President Zelensky announced the authorities have maintained the ‘operation of our energy system’. But we must be prepared for the Russian aerial onslaught to continue night after night.”

Murmurs of agreement and determination followed.

“Your responses suggest you are prepared for this,” said Vasy. “We suspect otherwise you wouldn’t have volunteered initially, given what you were told beforehand. However, we’re interested to learn your motivation behind serving with the Night Owls.”

Kalyna gestured at the three Spaniards.

“You’ve been here just over two months and were inspired by Aaron Garcia. Is there a common motive?”

They all nodded.

“I may be Aaron’s sister, but I speak for all three of us”, said Jacinta. “Everything he witnessed and reported made us aware of the suffering of Ukrainians as well as their desire to fight for every meter of their land. So much blood is being spilt every day, which must be stopped, whatever it takes. We were comfortable back in Spain, trained in our professions, but watching the people here suffer and, in too many cases, die. Aitana and I are qualified paramedics who can contribute far more here. Katiuska and her K9, Treka, are an experienced search and rescue duo. Together, this Hispanic trio is a team.”

Jacinta’s speech received a round of applause.

“The plight and the courage of Ukraine’s people inspire us all,” said Vasy. “Have our new recruits from Canada found a common purpose and someone to present them? We do have time for personal contributions.

The five K9 handlers smiled at each other. Then let Corynn Amsel talk.

“Ensuring the venue for the Chayka Air Fundraiser was secure brought us together as a team. Being at the event and watching the Kearney Encounter footage made us all aware of the importance of this country and the struggle to drive the Russians out. Tetyana and Zoriana encouraged us to discover our Ukrainian roots, in some cases deeper than expected. As we talked with your colleagues in Cold Lake and explored the war online, we realised our involvement out here would not only save lives through the search and rescue work, but our protection of your combat units would allow them to be more flexible in their dispersed operations. Like our Spanish sisters, we are a team… proven before we arrived.”

More cheers and applause followed.

“Excellent again. Does anyone want to add anything?” asked Kalyna.

“On a tangent,” said Isla Clacher. ‘We’re all from NATO countries and helping a country not yet a member. But the Russians claim they are fighting NATO, while our governments try to avoid escalating to that scenario. We are like the Americans in WW2, volunteering while the USA was holding back… like the ones in the Eagle Squadrons.”

“Your point being?” asked Vasy. “Are you suggesting we need non-NATO recruits?”

“Almost all of Ukraine’s support is from NATO countries,” replied Isla. “Although Russia leans towards other autocratic regimes, the Global South, led by India, continues to support them. Does Ukraine get any support from non-Western countries?’

The cousins conferred and then Kalyna answered.

“This squadron has some South Korean crew and some equipment donated from Australia. Within Ukraine, there are several volunteers from such NATO partnership countries… non-member allies for mutual security and co-operation. Recruiting qualified personnel won’t be easy… even using Chayka Air contacts-“

“Although having non-NATO personnel has advantages,” continued Vasy. “Wherever we can counter Russia’s accusations of Ukraine as a Western puppet, we should seize on it. First, we need to develop our South Korean links with the assistance of Captain Jeong Chae-Yeong and Warrant Officer Kang Eun-Ji. Second, Kalyna, we should ask your daughter, Aliona, to investigate the company’s Far Eastern, Indian, African, and Latin American connections.”

Kalyna agreed and invited further suggestions.

“My brother and his fiancée, Conchita, were discussing fighter jets recently,” said Jacinta. “They have South American and Portuguese acquaintances in the military. Whether they could persuade any to volunteer, I don’t know… but I could ask.”

**

After the new recruits left the meeting to resume their security and medical duties, Kalyna rang her daughter in Canada. Aliona understood the imperative of exploring all Chayka Air’s avenues to garner support for the Night Witches and Ukraine.

“Another concern over here,” said Kalyna, “Is the Trump inauguration on Monday receiving appropriate attention from the Canadian media? Everyone here is already uneasy, as he promised to resolve the war in 24 hours.”

“At Chayka Air, we share your unease, but Canadians are more concerned about Trump’s impact on the economy with his threatened tariffs. The press is devoting as much attention to who will be the next Liberal leader, therefore, our new Prime Minister.”

“If there is a Spring election as predicted, we’ll need to ensure the Canadians out here can vote,” said Kalyna. “Ukraine could be a key issue.”

Aliona paused before replying.

“Unfortunately for Ukraine, the Conservatives are well ahead in the polls… whoever ends up leading the Liberal Party.”

**

MPA – 2,033 words

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

The Quest for Orichalcum.

On Tuesday, August 12th, 2025, Jemima Pett is releasing The Quest for Orichalcum, her fourth novel in The Viridian System series.

Except this is the first. How come? Chronology is key. Read on to discover why and more.

The Viridian System series

#viridianseries

It started with a chase around the alpha quadrant, looking for pieces of orichalcum to make up The Perihelix. First the Federation kidnapped Pete and Lars, then the Imperium kidnapped Lars, and all that left the girls in their spaceship working out how to get home safely. Or not…

Two more books followed – Pete following his destiny to rescue his race on the planet Corsair, but diverted by a wormhole accident to the other side of the galaxy. Four travellers with no apparent way of returning to ivilization – definitely Curved Space to Corsair.

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Then there was a galactic disaster – all the orichalcum communications failed. Nobody could contact anyone off planet, or steer their spaceships to a new destination. But how do the Federation manage to get their attack force to leave the outer planet’s ring system to launch a takeover of Lars and Pete’s new homeland? That’s part of the mystery of Zanzibar’s Rings.

And Jemima’s readers asked…

How did Pete and Lars meet up in the first place?

How did they meet the girls… and how many were there before Maggie, Dolores, and Aramintha?

    How did they get so rich?

            What is the truth behind the rumour that Lars killed a man on Excelsior?

If, like Jemima, you want to know the answers, here they are, in the memoir of a couple of asteroid miners called Pedro Garcia (Big Pete) and Lars Nilsson (the Swede). It all started before anyone, but a handful of scientists, had even heard of orichalcum.

The Quest for Orichalcum

Publishing 12th August 2025, eBook only (for now).

Jemima’s favourite quotes from the Quest are in large, centred type.

The Quest for Orichalcum tells how it all started – the revolution that transformed the galactic economy, let alone space travel. How did a postgraduate student–a refugee from an obscure planet–change galactic communications? Why did a talented software engineer take up asteroid mining? Which girls influenced their choices in life? And did Lars really kill a man in cold blood?

“No, you’ll have to talk some before I free your wrists. It’s dangerous enough letting your teeth out of armour.” Lars ripped the tape off.

About the author

Jemima at Bloggers Bash 2018

Jemima Pett started writing stories when she was eight. By ten, she was designing fantasy islands, complete with maps and railway timetables. There was no call for fantasy island designers then, so she took the science route through university and went into a business career, then retrained for environmental technology. Once in a policy research organisation, she started writing again, reports, papers and briefings. She didn’t believe she could write fiction until her guinea pigs came along and inspired her to write The Princelings of the East.  She now designs planets, and the civilisations on them, with occasional forays into spaceship design, in her science fiction novels, principally The Viridian System Series. Her short stories have been published by Third Flatiron Press, among others. She lives in Hampshire with the latest tribe of guinea pigs, and enjoys doing bird surveys, wildlife gardening and painting.

Jemima is on…. Bluesky…. Amazon…. Goodreads…. Facebook…. Website

Pete ignored the girls sunning themselves on Zito’s doorstep and headed for the shuttle. What a dreadful place. He’d never live here.

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Lars just couldn’t remember when he’d last asked a girl to go to bed with him, and from memory, at least the last four had taken him to theirs. Well, Sylvia had taken him to his–and to the cleaners.

Extract from ‘The Quest for Orichalcum’

The beginning (231 words)

Peter Monk’s investigations of the detailed space ship workings were interrupted by a ping from the inboard messaging system. ‘Incoming for you on the bridge.’

That was from the captain, a genial but stern Scanian, as were most of the crew. Since his crew discovered Pete, stowed away in one of the smallest lockers on the Doris Jury, which fortunately he fit with enough air left to breath, Captain Grazki had been remarkably helpful. Pete worked at what he could, they taught him about the world outside his home planet, Corsair, and eventually he accessed the ship’s computer to pass the exams that he’d need to get into college. 

The only likely ‘incoming’ for him would be about his application.

Stomach churning, he sauntered to the bridge.

The door slid open, and the Scanians beyond chorused ‘hah’. 

“I win,” said the second engineer. 

“What was the time?” another asked.

“Forty-three seconds. You were one second early.”

Grumbles and mild swear words accompanied the handing over of small tokens to the winner.

“You ran a sweepstake? On me?” Pete’s astonishment was obvious.

“Yes, you were remarkably slow, I thought.” Captain Grazki grinned at him, and waved him to his comms screen. “Read, digest, and tell us all the news. Pray to Odin that it is good. If not we will have to plan some other way to get rid of you.”

The Quest for Orichalcum © J M Pett 2025

For more information on The Viridian System series, visit: https://viridianseries.uk/

#IWSG – AI Rejection

Another month has passed, so it’s time for another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post, and an opportunity to tweak my writing strategy.

First, it’s been over three months since I submitted my Snowdon Shadows police procedural, Fevered Fuse, to London-based publisher Joffe Books. As expected last month, I never received an answer, so that is a firm rejection. Their website says, ‘Do not be disheartened if you don’t hear from us. What is not right for us may be exactly what another publisher is seeking. We encourage you to look for other opportunities to publish elsewhere.’

I’m not disheartened, I’m just disappointed to wait three months for this rejection from my first choice. Months ago. I began checking out other publishers by listening to a few of their authors’ books, and I made a short wish-list of small publishers. The second on my list, based in New York, answers within two weeks (and the third, an LGBTQ+ publisher, in 16 weeks). Unfortunately, another UK small publisher only considers fiction from UK-based writers, not UK-based fiction.

However, before I submit ‘Fevered Fuse’ again, I need to know if the manuscript is unpublishable (as it stands). Or perhaps, I would be best to revise another novel, such as ‘Fates Maelstrom’, the second book in my Snowdon Shadows series, which reads better than ‘FF’. But not up to the same standard as the audiobooks I listen to.

I worry that I’m kidding myself about being a writer, even if I’ve just posted another episode of my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights. If you manage to read Winter Warning, there’s a question to answer, but only if you want.

Obviously, I’m also still following the news from Ukraine.

Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

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Every month, IWSG announces a question that members can answer in their IWSG posts. These questions may prompt you to share advice, insight, a personal experience, or a story. Include your answer to the question in your IWSG post or let it inspire your post if you are struggling with something to say. 

Remember, the question is optional!

August 6 question – What is the most unethical practice in the publishing industry?

Last month, I wrote the following:

Has anyone kept up to date with the legal cases against AI companies, like Anthropic and Meta, that have used pirated books, ignoring copyright, to train their AI products? My debut novel, Spiral of Hooves, was one of thousands of pirated books. Latest news from the Authors Guild on the cases at: https://authorsguild.org/news/mixed-decision-in-anthropic-ai-case/ and https://authorsguild.org/news/meta-ai-ruling-meta-gets-technical-win-but-law-favors-authors/.’

Therefore, this abuse of copyright and the reasoning behind it, training AI, must rank as the most insidious and unethical practice. Closely followed by using AI to write books, thus flooding the market at the expense of real writers, depriving them of income.

‘Insecure’ colleagues have also pointed out other dubious practices like ‘price-gouging on ISBNs’ in the USA, ‘vanity publishers’, ‘false research’, ‘the predators’, and numerous other restrictions and traps. Plus, so many more unethical practices at: Ronel Janse van Vuuren, Jemima Pett, and the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.

I don’t think it’s unethical, as I realise publishers are overstretched, but knowing why a manuscript is rejected would be helpful. I guess multiple rejections mean ‘time for me to write something different’. Or stick to reading a book. 😉

Which reminds me of my May IWSG post on my writing fears: #IWSG – Writing Fears | Writing Wings

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The awesome co-hosts for the August 6 posting of the IWSG are Ronel Janse van Vuuren, Natalie Aguirre, Sarah – The Faux Fountain Pen, and Olga Godim

Finally, don’t forget to visit other writers via the IWSG site for their invaluable insights on writing:

Insecure Writer’s Support Group

Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!

Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG, and our hashtag is #IWSG.

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!


Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group Day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer – aim for a dozen new people each time – and return comments. This group is all about connecting!

Freedom Flights: Episode 40. Winter Warning.

Episode 40 of Freedom Flights features a crucial annual event in the Night Witches’ and Chayka Air’s calendar. Or rather, the clear up before the event. The episode was becoming too long to add more scenes. Can you tell what will happen next, or do you need a Part 2 before Episode 41, which will be set in January 2025? I am planning to reference key events in this episode, rather than ignore any vital details.

Apologies if I’ve left gaps previously. If I have, please let me know.

I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen in 2025… even if they fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to tackle just crucial incidents in a specific month, thereby I hope to reach the present quicker. I don’t want to be stuck writing about earlier months when the last shot is fired.

Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes. After then addressing the essential rebuilding, I must finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the  Chayka Family and their aviation business based in Canada, Chayka Air.

We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite how some leaders vacillate. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

Episode 40. Winter Warning.

2024

Monday, December 16th – Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Kalyna and Vasy Chayka studied the squadron personnel list in the Command Centre.

“We must decide who we’re sending to Canada for the Christmas Chayka Air Fundraiser,” said Kalyna. “What are our priorities this year?”

“At our meeting last month on defensive measures, we made an extensive list,” said Vasy. “Some items are in the pipeline, but others are outstanding. Most of all – personnel.”

“Our journalist friend, Aaron Garcia, recruited medics recently… and one K9 unit. Could he raise the security personnel? Or is he going home again?”

“Not if it means leaving Conchita Gutiérrez,” replied Vasy. “I thought Andżelika and Estera Sówka, as they are the First Lieutenants in charge of our security… the Night Owls.”

“Excellent. The Sówka sisters understand our security requirements. However, the Kearneys also want a Ukrainian pilot on their podcast. Someone who can inspire all our supporters. Their coverage is always invaluable.”

“Who do you have in mind?”

“Pilots who have flown combat missions. I’ve narrowed those down to two… both recovering from injuries.”

“Master Sergeant Polina Melynk is off duty, as is Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk. Whether our doctor feels Olha has adapted to her prosthesis well enough to travel is one question we need answered.”

“We can check about both pilots,” said Vasy, messaging Sacha Proulx.

*

Medical Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Doctor Sacha Proulx and Chief Paramedic Osinniy were discussing general medical issues when the Chayka majors arrived as arranged.

“Many thanks for sparing the time,” said the cousins in unison.

“We’ve discussed our two patients,” said Sacha. “Both have recovered, although neither is ready for active duty. Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk had more serious injuries, but it’s been over four months since her prosthetic left arm was fitted on July 16th. Even the second prosthesis fitting was over six weeks ago. Olha is fit enough to fly to Canada.”

Osinniy continued, “Master Sergeant Polina Melynk was wounded on Tuesday, September 3rd, so would be healthy enough physically to travel. But she isn’t managing to handle her mental recovery. She needs more psych sessions, rather than a long journey and press attention.”

The cousins nodded, and Kalyna replied.

“If Olha agrees with your assessment and feels ready for such a protracted trip, we will send her and two others as the Night Witches’ representatives fundraising in Canada.”

Sacha handed her some printouts.

“These are guidelines for Olha, concerning travelling abroad with a prosthesis, although she is aware of almost everything. Flying as a pilot is more demanding than flying as a passenger. We’ve also included documents to ensure that there are no problems at security checkpoints, especially regarding medical questions.”

**

Friday, December 20th – Edmonton International Airport, Alberta, Canada

The Sówka sisters and Olha waited for the Canadian Air Transport Security Authority screening officers to finish checking their documents and kit bags. Despite the paperwork, the officers were confused when they found three military uniforms.

“Why are you in Canada and not fighting in Ukraine?” asked the older officer. “Maybe these aren’t yours,” He glanced at their passports. “Since when were Polish women involved?”

“We are volunteer security personnel,” said Andżelika, indicating her sister. “Our pilot companion is Ukrainian and was wounded while serving with an all-female squadron.”

“We’re guests of Chayka Air in Cold Lake,” added Estera. “The documents should confirm everything.”

“If they’re not forged,” said the younger officer. “How do we know you’re not dangerous Russian spies?”

An intercom buzzed in their office. A minute later, a colleague came out and whispered something to the older man, and the officers all left the interrogation room.

“We must insist on calling Chayka Air,” said Olha. “I don’t understand why these officers refused?”

After a short wait, a different man came in and told them to follow. He led them to the main office, where a woman and a Canadian Air Force officer greeted them.

“I’m Aliona Sokol from Chayka Air, and my RCAF friend here is Lieutenant Colonel Todd Manning. These CATSA officers were being extra diligent due to an anonymous tip-off about foreign agents attempting to infiltrate via a flight from Warsaw. A scam call, perhaps?”

“When you didn’t appear on time, despite your Verified Traveller IDs,” added Todd. “I was forced to use my RCAF rank to inquire whether you were detained incorrectly. I also fear the threat may not be a hoax, so we’re investigating that.”

Once the CATSA officers returned all their documentation and apologised profusely, Aliona and Todd escorted Olha, Andżelika and Estera out into the central area of the terminal.

“How far is Cold Lake?” asked Olha. “It will be good to stop travelling… although it’s a change of pace for us.”

The trio of travellers smiled.

“Almost 200 miles, or about 320 kilometres,” replied Aliona. “But we’ll get there soon, and then you can relax until tomorrow. What time did you leave Chayka Field?”

“0700 on Thursday,” said Estera. “We needed enough time to catch today’s 0600 flight from Warsaw.”

“A long flight,” said Todd. “I saw you had a layover at Amsterdam Schiphol, which means over 15 hours in the air. Apologies for the next hop.”

They approached an area providing access to smaller private jets.

“In Chayka Air’s Phenom 100,” added Aliona. “It’s fast and comfortable, so we’ll get you to Cold Lake in plenty of time to recover before tomorrow afternoon’s itinerary.”

“Just don’t tell her mother, Kalyna,” said Todd. “She’s the latest Chayka pilot to graduate.”

“Although my brother Mykola is sure to tell… or dad.”

**

Saturday, December 21st – Chayka Air, Cold Lake, Alberta, Canada

Olha raced the Sówkas back to the guesthouse behind the Chayka Air hangars and administrative buildings. She might have won, but a shout from nearby made her stop.

“Hiya. Are you the three Ukrainians over here to raise funds for the war? I’m Mykola Sokol, son of your commander…well, one of your leaders. The other’s my aunt.”

The twenty-something boy leaning out of a window waved them over.

“I’m the only Ukrainian,” said Olha, putting her arms around the sisters. “My friends are Polish and support the squadron.”

“We coordinate the Night Owls,” said Andżelika. Providing security, medics, and K9 units for search and rescue, and guard duties. We’re after recruits while we’re here.”

Mykola glanced behind him before responding.

“I wanted to fight in 2022, but my parents claimed I wasn’t experienced. I haven’t learned to fly, like my sister Aliona, although she runs the company. I help when I can.” He looked round briefly. “I’m being called. Cya later.”

The trio dashed back to the guesthouse, knowing their first appointment was imminent.

*

Aliona showed the trio into the spacious hangar being set up for the fundraiser. Olha looked up as they passed under Zharptytsia, the prized Polikarpov U-2, the original Chayka sisters had escaped war-torn Europe in.

“Amazing and brave that they flew from Byelorussia so far across occupied territory to Sweden. Our Night Witch sisters, forever revered.”

1944 Polikarpov Po-2 of The Shuttleworth Collection, United Kingdom
Michał Prokurat

The others nodded as Aliona led them onto the stage at the end of the hangar. Clodagh and Darina Kearney had set up an area for recording the next session of Kearney Encounter, their podcast. They directed the uniformed trio to seats in front of the main camera and microphones. Behind was a Ukrainian flag and the squadron’s Zharptytsia insignia.

“We’re pleased you three agreed to this,” said Clodagh, taking seats to the side with her sister. “This is not going out live since we will edit in footage from tonight’s fundraiser. So, you can take your time answering our questions. Okay?”

The interviewees smiled and agreed.

“Welcome, Kearney Encounter friends. Today’s podcast comes from Chayka Air, where their annual Fundraiser for Ukraine takes place,” said Darina, to a second camera covering the hostesses. “Every year since 2022, a few of the Night Witches squadron have attended the event to talk about the war and how we can help Ukraine achieve peace.”

Clodagh continued the introduction.

“This year’s guests, from left to right, are Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk, one of the squadron’s Ukrainian fighter pilots. In the centre is First Lieutenant Andżelika Sówka, co-founder of the Night Owls with her sister, First Lieutenant Estera Sówka, on the right. Before the sisters tell us about the Night Owls, I must ask Olha if she can talk about the squadron’s current operations?”

“I can, in general, although as some may have noticed, an injury postpones my return to active duty. However, I am aware of the missions my colleagues are flying. With the Russians launching almost nightly attacks at our cities, most night missions involve intercepting rockets and missiles. After many of these cowardly attacks hit civilian targets, our medevac helicopters respond, taking search and rescue teams to destroyed buildings. Our attack helicopters protect them… and often destroy the aerial threats too.”

“I presume the enemy uses drones to spot targets like runways,” said Clodagh. “So, your flights still move between airfields”

Olha winced while the Sówka sisters glanced at each other.

“The drones have increased steadily, especially since the summer.” She hesitated before adding, “I’ll leave the issue for the Night Owls to address.”

“Before that, are you willing to talk about your horrific drone experience, please?” asked Darina.

Olha closed her eyes but nodded.

“On July 13th, a group of Russian ORLAN 10 spy drones recced Myrhorod Air Base, minutes before Blue Flight landed. My wing sisters, Taisia Kovalchuk and Halyna Boyka, were killed, but I escaped my MiG-29, only for a cluster bomb to destroy it. The flying debris mangled my left arm…” She paused and bit her lip. “My arm was amputated.” She lowered her head. Then she rolled up the sleeve on her left arm. “It was replaced with this prosthesis at the Superhumans Center near Lviv. Only my flight leader, Adriana Pavlenko, survived the attack… physically unscathed.”

 Andżelika put a comforting arm around the shaken pilot, who leant into her.

“A traumatic experience,” said Clodagh. “Our thanks for bravely sharing that. This is just one example of what the heroes in Ukraine can face any day, often every day.” She let the truth kindle the audience’s emotions. Then, she continued. “The Russian attacks continue, and not just on military targets in the East, but on cities across the country. The Night Witches must prepare for the likelihood of attacks on their airfield, and this is why the Night Owls were formed. Please, tell us what you can, Andżelika?”

Estera smiled encouragingly at her sister, who replied.

“Last summer, the squadron asked our uncle, Geralt Sówka, to form a trained security unit to replace the ground crews’ patrols. He recruited us and ten other female officers, all of us trained by GROM, the premier special missions unit of the Polish Armed Forces. We selected these space cadet blue uniforms, and Uncle G  chose the Owl insignia for its powerful symbolism… and ‘sowa’ means owl in Polish.”

Owls, like this long-eared owl in Poland, are often nocturnal: Photo taken by Artur Mikołajewski – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=239504

“And like owls, you operate predominantly at night,” said Darina. “Sorry. Please continue and explain the Ukraine angle.”

“Like the Night Witches, every recruit to the Night Owls swears allegiance to Ukraine, sharing the fight for freedom. We’re not just armed with guns, we’re also trained in unarmed conflict. Although our main recruits have been Ukrainian, we welcome other nationalities.”

“You are here with a purpose. Estera, please explain?” asked Clodagh.

Estera took a sip of water.

“The squadron’s defence plans require an enlarged squad, especially when some of us assist as medics with the medevac missions. We also operate six K9 units, which again serve on patrols and search & rescue missions. For example, Olha’s cousin, Anhelina Tkachuk and Quetzal, her red & white Siberian Husky, are one of our K9 units, specialising in search & rescue. The goal is to double the squad by recruiting security specialists, paramedics, and versatile K9 operatives.”

“Are you able to offer supplementary training?” asked Darina. “Or do they need to be fully trained?”

The Sówka sisters conferred before Andżelika replied.

“As long as they know the fundamentals, we have the personnel and facilities to instruct them further. We also have access to language facilities for anyone needing to brush up on their Ukrainian.”

Before anyone could say anything more, there was a commotion at the hangar entrance. Aliona rushed in, followed by her brother and a Chayka Air security guard with her Doberman Pinscher. All three had semi-automatic pistols as sidearms.

“There are six armed intruders on the airfield,” said the guard. “My colleagues are attempting to apprehend them.”

“We also alerted the Cold Lake RCMP detachment,” said Mykola. “Of course, Aliona warned the Canadian Forces Base as our neighbours.”

“Neighbours concerned about intruders after yesterday’s alert at Edmonton International. It’s wiser to be forewarned.”

Automatic gunfire echoed through the avenue of buildings. Colleagues called on the guard’s radio.

“Intruders heading your way, Tetyana. We’ll try to stop them. Secure the hangar immediately.”

As Mykola and his sister began to slide the hangar doors shut, Andżelika and Estera ran to help them. Tetyana dashed to a side room, shouting in what sounded like Canadian-Ukrainian.

“There should be other weapons in here. We might need them.”

“We keep some in that office… locked away,” Aliona said to the Sówka sisters. “I’m sure you two are more than proficient.”

As Olha joined them, Aliona led them to where Tetyana unlocked a hidden gun safe and took out three SIG Sauer P320s.

“Aliona, as Chayka Air’s CEO, can you authorise these three officers as security?” asked Tetyana in her Ukrainian dialect. “Since they’re from the Night Witches, they’re trained.”

When her employer nodded, Tetyana handed Olha, Estera and Andżelika the pistols. Then she radioed her colleagues.

“Zoriana, what’s your status? We now have six armed personnel, plus an eager Borago. Over.”

“They’ve split into two groups. One is preparing to blast the main hangar door… but the RCMP will deal with them. Steinarr is tracking the others, who are likely looking for a side entrance. Over.”

“Will prepare reception at rear. Over and out.”

Tetyana left Aliona, Mykola, and Olha covering the main door from a safe distance and dashed with her K9 and the Sówka sisters onto the stage.

The Kearneys and their two camera operators were filming the developing crisis.

“Shadow both groups. We must record this,” said Darina, dividing their team.

Down steps behind the stage were a narrow corridor and a large central steel door for bringing supplies or equipment into the hangar. Tetyana checked the handle, and the door swung inwards. Unable to lock it, she looked around.

A metal staircase at one end of the passageway went up to a gantry leading around the inside of the hangar. A small window gave a view from the gantry to the rear of the building.

Telling her K9 to stay, Tetyana climbed up to the window. She glanced through the dusty glass, then pulled away, gesturing down towards the door. She pointed to a pile of crates at the opposite end of the corridor.

Andżelika and Estera gave thumbs up and hid behind the crates, with a camera operator. Borago noted this and hid near the foot of the stairs, waiting as his owner crept down and lay beside him.

The door moved slightly, then swung open as three armed men slipped inside, rolling instinctively. Crouching, they scanned what must have seemed an empty corridor. Unaware they were being watched, but hearing voices, the trio moved towards the steps onto the stage.

Swiftly, Tetyana released her dog and fired a warning shot, which was followed by two from the crates. The intruders spun round, but Borago bowled them over as they tried to shoot.

Another dog entered the fray through the open doorway. The intruders found themselves surrounded by armed security guards and forced to the ground.

“Great timing, Zoriana,” said Tetyana. “I guessed Steinarr would be right behind them.” She bent down to where both Dobermanns were terrifying the prisoners. “She wasn’t going to let Borago have all the fun.”

As the male intruders stood, arms handcuffed behind them, one garbled something. Another shook his head to silence him, but not before Andżelika smiled.

“Too late. Some of us understand Russian.” She turned to the Chayka Air security guards. “He mentioned a third group already here.”

“The ones sent to neutralise our alarms,” said Zoriana. “Our military police colleagues caught them sneaking around. They’re interrogating them.”

“No doubt that bunch disabled this rear door, so I couldn’t lock it,” said Tetyana, escorting the first prisoner outside.

The handcuffed intruders were taken around the outside of the hangar to where the RCMP officers had secured three more intruders.

Aliona had escorted everyone else outside and appeared relieved that the Sówka group were safe.

“Lieutenant Colonel Manning has commandeered our securest room for Cold Lake’s Military Police to interrogate all three groups of intruders.”

“With our assistance,” added the senior RCMP officer. “You also have the use of one of our K9 officers, Corporal Isla Clacher.” He indicated a female handler with a  German Shepherd. “She trained with your Douglass sisters before they found their Ukrainian roots.”

Tetyana and Zoriana grinned and then saluted both RCMP officers.

“Experienced officers have advised me,” said Aliona, “That the hangar needs to be thoroughly searched for explosive devices before our Fundraiser. Guests will start arriving in about two hours.”

“We’ll need more than three K9 units,” said Isla. “Even with human assistance.”

Before anyone could respond, two vehicles pulled up with K9 insignia, one Military Police, the other Air Transport Security. The handlers let their dogs out, then attached tactical gear and leashes to them.

“I’m Sergeant Corynn Amsel, and my German Shorthaired Pointer is Rikke,” said the Military Police handler.

“And my Beagle is Rosheen,” said the CATSA handler. “I’m Ailish… Ailish Delaney.”

Mykola turned to his sister, “Five K9 units from four units. How’s our CEO going to coordinate them?”

She smiled. “I’ll delegate to one of the Night Owl First Lieutenants.” She glanced from Andżelika to Estera. “They’re both experienced in leading a team which includes six K9 units from three countries. Does one of you Sówka sisters want to take charge… if our handlers accept?”

Estera encouraged her sister to step forward, saying, “Another chance to demonstrate teamwork.”

Cameras still rolling, five keen handlers gathered around Andżelika with their eager dogs.

“This will be a perfect example of the solidarity Ukraine needs,” said Aliona. “Ensuring our venue is secure for another extremely successful Fundraiser.”

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MPA – 3,100 words

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