Their Story
Osea and her allies weren't the only one's fighting in the Belkan War. A high tier squadron of Yuktobanian aces fought in the Belkan War. This is their story.
Ch 1
Murska Air-base
Yuktobania
1st Lieutenant Nikita Bordin walked into the lounge of the air-base. Murska air-base wasn't a friendly base. It was cold, freezing, and depending on the time of year very dark. It reminded Nikita of Briggs Fortress, from Fullmetal Alchemist.
Nikita sat on a chair and turned on the television. The news was covering the ongoing tensions between Belka, Osea, and a few smaller countries in the area, such as Ustio, Recta, and Sapin.
Serves them right. Nikita thought. He had no love for the capitalist and fascists. The entire sector would break into a massive war.
More people came in. Security guards, pilots, mechanics, etc. His squadron came and sat with him. Vasili Ilyich, his second in command. Good pilot, knows how to follow orders.
Julia Kazakova, great in air-to-air combat, but a bit of a trigger finger.
And Pavlov Mustang, which some considered a pyromaniac since he was one of the best ground attackers on the base.
"I hear that Belka might attack. They found resources in Ustio." Vasili said.
"Their economy isn't exactly up to spar right now. If war does break out, Osea will crush them. Osea's a superpower." Pavlov said.
"Boss, what do you think?" Julia asked.
"If they want war, it'll break out. We've been in this cold war with Osea for how long? We know the capabilities of the Belkans, especially their air-force." Nikita said. "What's more, late 1988, their government has a huge chance in leadership. Something might break. But it shouldn't concern us. We're in Yuktobania, not Osea or Ustio."
"That's true. But didn't Yuktobania and Recta sign an agreement?" Pavlov asked.
"Yeah. We did. We supply Recta with military and economic support. I don't know why they decided to ally with us, instead of Osea or Belka." Vasili said.
A Colonel came in and pulled Nikita aside.
"Commander Demi wants to see you." He said.
Nikita entered the base commander's office.
"Sit down, Lt." Demi said.
"Why am I here, sir?" Nikita asked.
"Top brass has been looking at the situation in the east more closely. It's not looking good. War is imminent." Demi said.
"We're over here. It doesn't concern us." Nikita said.
"It does. Recta is our ally in the region. I want you and your squadron to head over to Recta. You'll be based in the capital, Cor." Demi said.
"I'll head there. But you know about the Belkan's capabilities. Their air-force." Nikita said.
"That's why you're being sent. Your squadron is one of the best on this side of the continent. Show Recta that her allies will stand next to her." Demi said. "Make the motherland proud."
"I will. Count on it, comrade." Nikita said.
Nikita came to the room, and called his squadron over.
"Pavlov, Julia, Vasili, pack your bags. We got orders."
"What's going on?" Vasili asked.
"I'll tell you later. Get packed. We're heading east." Nikita said.
The 3 pilots were a bit nerved, but headed to their barracks. Quickly packed, they headed towards the hanger containing the MiG-29 Fulcrums.
"Sir, why are we heading east?" Pavlov asked.
"Brass is sending us over to provide support to Recta. If war does break out, we need to help our allies." Nikita said.
Nikita sat in a MiG-29 Fulcrum, Vasili grabbed an older MiG-23 Flogger, Julia grabbed a rare ISAF Typhoon, and Pavlov took the MiG-25 Frogfoot.
"Stay on course 079 and cross the Ceres Ocean. Tankers will meet us over the ocean to refuel us. If not, we land at Sand Island, and refuel there." Nikita said.
"Aren't we in a cold war with Osea? Why would they help us?" Pavlov asked.
"If they kill us, we got to war against Osea. Osea will have to deal with Belka and Yuktobania at the same time. Not something they want to face. We'll be fine. I hope." Nikita said.
The flight went with no problems, and as said, the tankers were there.
"Tanker 650, I see you. Me and my squadron need to refuel. We're bingo fuel." Nikita said.
"Copy that, Akula Squadron. Tank up." The operator on the tanker said.
Nikita guided the fuel rod into the fuel hose on the E-767 tanker. With the fuel now secured, and his squadron capped off, he continued on course towards Recta.
"This is the 25th Ustio tactical fighter squadron. Belkans are all over us! Request assistance!" was heard over the radio.
"This is the 59th Ustio tactical fighter squadron. We've been annihilated by the Belkans. We can't send support."
"This is the Yuktobanian Akula squadron. We're here to assist." Nikita said.
"Yuktobania? We can take all the help we can get." The Ustians said.
"Pavlov, head south-east, and avoid as much fighting as possible. Get to Cor." Nikita said. "Everyone else, arm your missiles, and fire on sight."
The 3 Yuktobanian fighters dove straight into the fray.
Nikita armed his R-27 and R-73 missiles. He chased an older MiG-21 Fishbed, and quickly shot it down.
The radar chirped, and Nikita turned his head, and saw an F-4 phantom chasing him. Nikita increased his speed and left the older jet behind. To his horror, a missiles was screaming at him.
Nikita quickly banked left real hard, and crushing G forces slammed into his body. The missiles failed to follow and Nikita continued the hard turn.
The Phantom was soon in his sights, and he fired his 30mm cannon at the sluggish bird, damaging it.
"Roy 7, damaged. I'm bugging out." The phantom pilot said, attempted to run. Nikita fired an R-27, finishing him.
"You bastard! Only a merc would shoot down a wounded plane." A Belkan yelled in anger.
"We're not Mercs. We're fighter pilots from Yuktobania." Vasili said.
"From what?!" the Belkan shouted in response.
"Yeah. Prepare to get fucked over by two super-powers." Nikita said, although a Mirage 2000D was chasing him.
30mm bullets screamed towards the MiG, but Nikita rolled the fighter and evaded the bullets. Cutting the throttle back, the Mirage overshot, and attempted to regain the advantage.
"You're dead." Nikita said, as he fired a missile, and blew the Belkan to pieces.
Vasili pulled a split S, and chased after two Belkan F-20s. Firing a missile, he blew the first Belkan dead, and chased after the second one. Firing his guns, the bullets pierced the F-20's left wing and tore it off. The remains of the Tigershark fell to the earth.
"Get him off me!" An Ustio pilot said, trying to avoid a MiG-21 Fishbed.
Julia caught sight of the engagement, and joined the fray.
"Hold still, you bastard." She muttered, trying to get a lock. The Belkan noticed her, and pulled up hard, accelerating as fast as the older jet could do. The Typhoon was faster, and Julia pulled the trigger, sending a sidewinder missile towards the Belkan fighter, destroying it.
Despite the kills, the Belkans has the advantage. Nikita's flight was tired, and low and fuel and ammo. They couldn't do anything against the Belkan onslaught. The radio chirped, and a recall order was heard.
"All Ustio and allied forces. Fall back. I repeat, fall back. Head towards Valais airbase. Repeat, fall back to Valais airbase."
"Captain, your orders?" Julia asked.
"Head towards Valais. We don't have the fuel, numbers, or the firepower to head towards Recta." Nikita said.
The surviving pilots arrived at Valais air-base, and from the cockpits, they saw massive lines of refugees.
"My god. Look at that." Pavlov muttered, flying in formation.
"Pavlov?" Nikita asked.
"Yeah. Was on my way when I heard the retreat order. Man, this sucks." He said.
"You're right. The Belkan war has begun." Nikita said.