Note: Before reading, I do not own any stakes in the creation/development of Ace Combat. I do, however, own AC4 and AC0. This is also my first fanfic.
ACE COMBAT:
RUNNING SCARED
Chapter 1: Operation: Lance of Thunder
The awkward silence that filled the air around November's F-14 Tomcat intrigued Captain Avery Johnson November. After all, Operation Lance of Thunder was one of the largest sorties over the skies of Airspace B7R the 127th Air Force had ever been pulled for. All of six divisions of eight aircraft a piece had been put into the area over Belka designated by all air force pilots as the 'Round Table'.
And the captain was flying point.
"Captain November, this is Higgins." November's wingman radioed in. Higgins was a short, stocky man, built like a Mack truck with little or no regard for his own safety over the safety of his squadron. "We're moving in over B7R. I've got multiple blips coming in. Looks like Belka's thrown out the welcoming mat."
"Roger." November climbed his Tomcat a few hundred feet higher into the air, and Higgins followed suit. Within moments, the Belkan aircraft were below.
"This is Captain November to all Osean pilots. Engage the Belkan fighters; no quarter will be taken or given." A chorus of 'Sir, yes sir!' rang through the radio.
"Damn good." November put the radio reciever down and led the 127th out of the clouds. The 48 Osean elites fell upon the Belkan fighters in a withering rain of cannon fire and missile strikes. The surgical precision of guns combined with the raw force of explosives crashing into the enemy craft took down many Belkans before they had time to react. When they reacted, however, the scales began to shift.
The Belkan flight lead, an Su-47 Berkut, fell in behind Captain November's Tomcat, and within seconds the Captain heard a lock-on alert. He broke formation and jinked hard right, the whine of the Tomcat's jet engines shrieking a requiem through the air, as the Belkan's missile tore past. November retaliated quickly, performing a skid and turning the F-14 in a 180 arc, and launched an AIM-9 Sidewinder his way. The Sidewinder impacted the Berkut's wingtip and knocked the Sukhoi, Belka's flight lead, into a barrel roll-
-Straight towards November's cockpit.
"Oh shiiiit..." November whispered. He reached under his seat and popped his Beretta into its holster and had just barely enough time to eject from his doomed Tomcat's cockpit before the two fighters collided in a mid-air, exploding into a magnificent fireball.
November's chutes engaged and he drifted to the ground, rocked softly by the winds. The battle raged a few hundred feet below, both forces leaderless, the outnumbered Oseans fighting tooth and nail to survive.
November passed out shortly after.
