Yellow's Return
Against all odds, he survived. He survived the Erusian war, the death of his squadron. Back in the military, he fights another war. Will 'Blaze' hide his true self, or will his past be his undoing?
Ch 1. Prologue
Farbanti, Erusea
2005
Heavy breathing was heard, mixed in with the sound of the jet engines, and the radar warning. Lt. Dave Jordan, 'yellow 13' pushed his Su-37 Terminator to its limits, fighting the Osean F-22 piloted by Mobius 1, the Ribbon.
Dave pulled the trigger, and 30mm slugs headed towards the Raptor and hit it, but not enough to bring it down.
"Guess this is it. I enjoyed this, Mobius. I wish we didn't have to fight. Could have been friends." Dave said, as machine gun fire pierced the left wing of his Terminator.
Alarms going off, the Terminator pummeled down towards the earth. Dave opened the canopy and held a pink handkerchief.
"Good-by, yellow 4." Dave said, before letting the turbulence snatch it from his hand, carrying it wherever it went. Dave reached between his legs and pulled the ejection handles, launching away from his stricken aircraft.
He watched has his plane exploded in the air, the ISAF ace victorious in his fight.
Osean Federation, Wessen
February 4, 2010
Knocking was heard on the door, and Dave quickly stood up, shotgun in his hand.
"Who is it?" Dave asked.
"It's me." A man said, holding a folder.
"Hey." Dave said, lowering the shotgun.
"Still paranoid, I see." The man said.
"It's been 5 years. What do you got?" Dave asked.
"We managed to change your name, social security number, whole nine yards. Your new name is Gideon." The man said, handing Gideon his new driver license.
"Born in Osea. So the world still thinks Yellow 13 is dead." Gideon said.
"Yes. I got you a new job. You're working in the Osean air force on Sand Island base. Just try to keep your flying skills down so you don't draw attention."
"Buddy, I haven't flown for 5 years. I'm sure I'm rusty." Gideon said, a soft smile on his face.