The Demon Lord of the Belkan War
Prologue
It was a frigid day. As he stood in the cold hangar, Mark Fleugel stared at the plane before him. It was an F-15C Eagle, a bog-standard fighter that nearly every air force employed. Really, the only way to distinguish this plane from the countless others were the blue markings on the wings. He was a mercenary, under Ustio employ. He'd flown this plane, many times before, but never into battle. Valais Air Base, where he was stationed, hadn't fought in the initial invasion.
Sometimes, he would just come into the hangar and look at his plane. To take in its beauty. He reached out and touched the side of the nose, looking up. The cold metal stung his palm, but all the same, this was hisaircraft, hisangel. His mouth cracked into a smile as he looked at the emblem painted on the tail: a red dog's head, baring its teeth at the world. It was the insignia of the Ustian Air Force 6th Air Division, 66th Air Force Unit, Galm. Mark Fleugel had just been promoted to Galm's flight lead.
He hardly noticed the sound of the door creaking on the side of the hangar, but the voice that called out reached him.
"Yo," a man said, causing Mark to look over his shoulder, "we're wanted in the briefing room."
With that, the man walked off. Mark recognized him to be the pilot of the plane behind his own, in the hangar. It had one red wing. He was the man known as Solo Wing. Pixy, in these parts.
Mark turned around and followed the man. This was sure to bring some pay.