A/N Hey guys! Its me again, and welcome back to another installment of Ace Combat! Like that epilogue at the end of the last story? Hehe, I've already got some of that future story planned out. (I changed some of the dates in this story because i needed to for story purposes). Let us begin, shall we?
Prologue
- Near a Disputed Border -
- August 25th, 2005 -
"Oh him? Yeah, I know him. It's going to take a while...it happened years ago." spoke the man as he leaned up on his assault rifle while sitting in the cheap metal chair, facing another man and a camera on a tripod.
He had some tobacco in his mouth, softly chewing on it between sentences while his hand hung off the clip of the assault rifle. A pair of dog tags hung around his neck inscribed with the initials L.F.
"Did you know...there are three kinds of aces?" he asked again before he held his hand up and counted them off with his fingers.
"Those who seek strength. Those who live for pride. And those who can read the tide of battle. Those are the three." he listed before he smirked and gnashed on the tobacco again.
"And him...he was a true ace." he spoke with a small nod before he looked away from the camera, the second man starting to speak into a microphone he had in his left hand, its cable connected to the camera.
He was a fighter pilot called by the name of "Solo Wing Pixy". He was a colleague of the man I seek.
Ten years ago, there was a war that engulfed the world. The Belkan War. And in that war was a pilot who trailed across the sky, and disappeared from history. He was a lone mercenary who inspired both fear and admiration.
He was the man I seek.
And so...with the words of "Solo Wing", the curtain rises.
"It was a cold and snowy day…"