A/N Welcome back to Ace Combat! This takes place in AC6 Fires of Liberation if you hadn't noticed. Khehe, like my little prologue at the end of AC5 - Retribution of a Demon? We'll get to that soon enough. This is going to have a little darker sense to it because I'm adding something that will connected ACZ, AC5, and AC6 all together. I hinted that in the prologue at the end of my last story. Let's see what happens, shall we?

Prologue

Fall from Grace

Every now and then, I'd tell my daughter the story of the night some years ago. A night when the sky was radiant with shooting stars. That night, your father and I made countless wishes together. An asteroid called Ulysses came into Earth's orbit and disintegrated into millions of pieces which poured down onto the land below.

As we watched the shooting stars that night, fragments from the asteroid rained down on our eastern neighbor, Estovakia, damaging a great deal of their infrastructure and devastating their economy. Soon after, the news reported that their nation had fallen into a civil war...One that would last for years. Eventually, the internal strife was brought to an end when "The Generals" came into power.

In the midst of hardship, the citizens of Estovakia were convinced that the only way they could recover as a nation was to rely on a military government led by these "Generals". They began to spread nationalism through their country, telling them the only way to return to peace and prosperity was to give their trust to them, and them alone.
The resulting war from the thought of we as a nation, Emmeria, being the cause of the Estovakian Civil War, was not a war of borders, or religion, or hate.

It was a war of blame.

A war of blame where its instigator will go above and beyond just to achieve his mad lust for power over others.

It was a war of blame.

ACE COMBAT 6 - ANGELS AND DEMONS

- Gracemeria Air Force Base -

- August 15, 2015 1459 hrs -

"Hey Talisman! Throw it here!"

"Nah, here!"

The fighter pilot named Talisman, a man with light brown hair and a slight aftershave, was playing a game of football with some of the other pilots, Daniel "Windhover" Pollini, the leader of the R.E. 8th Air Division, 15th Tactical Fighter Squadron "Windhover", his wingmen Saker and the only girl in his squadron, Lanner, Freddie "Avalanche" Durand, his wingmen Blizzard and Serac, along with other pilots stationed at the base.

Talisman closed one eye and fired the football with his right hand, the spiraling leather ball flying over top of the pilots and landing right into the arms of Windhover, who laughed as he ran untouched and scored a touchdown, half of the pilots groaning while Talisman and the others cheered.

"Game point! We win again, suckers!" said Windhover as he spiked the ball, Talisman giving him a high-five along with Avalanche and Serac.

"Drinks are on me tonight!" announced Talisman, his team cheering before they ran off to get to one of the jeeps that would take them to the capital of the Republic of Emmeria, Gracemeria.

"Shotgun!" yelled Windhover when Talisman leaped into the driver's seat, Avalanche and Serac taking the back two seats before they drove off away from the base and to the city.

When they made it to their favorite bar, they were greeted by the people inside with warm hearts, the barmen giving them beers on the house.

"Anyone hear anything from the border?" asked Serac, Windhover shaking his head before drinking some of his beer.

"I heard that more and more Stovie fighters have been seeing flying close to the border, especially these two fighters that seem a bit off. One of them has a black body with blue markings on it while the other appears to be one of those Raptor look-alikes with a single black wingtip. Those two are being seen every day." said Avalanche, Talisman grinning while he took a sip of his beer.

"Those Stovies are getting more paranoid every day. Their economy is in shambles so I wouldn't blame them, though, I highly doubt they would think we would attack them, and I'm sure as hell know Nordennavic up north wouldn't want to attack either. Those frozen bastards are always neutral." said Windhover, Talisman nodding in agreement before speaking.

"I say its nothing. They're just patrolling their borders like any other right-minded country, especially after that whole genocide fiasco over Oured. I can't believe that those "A World With no Boundaries" people would even try to do something like that. You guys here about that?"

"Yeah. Osea's President gave a speech about the records of that war a couple months ago. What I couldn't beleive is that a mercenary ace pilot that fought during the Belkan War, I think he was called "Demon Lord" was Mobius 1 over on Usea and the leader of the Sand Island Squadron that became the Razgriz!"

"Yeah, that was amazing! Guy must be pretty good. Bet I could beat him though." said Windhover, receiving laughs and punches in the arm from Talisman and the other two pilots.

"You really think you could beat the guy that destroyed a chemical laser tower, a giant flying carrier twice, a giant missile complex and stop a V2 launch, destroy the Megalith and the Stonehenge Railgun System, destroy a satellite that had a laser on it, shoot down another satellite loaded with a V2, shoot down around fourteen ace squadrons and stop the world from ending? You must be smoking something!" said Talisman before he enjoyed himself with Windhover and the other pilots, shooting the shit and having a good time while high up above, two planes were silently flying over Gracemeria, completely undetected.

"Our sortie is almost complete. AWACS, are you getting all the info?"

"Information is flowing smoothly back to me, five more minutes until the mission ends."

"Roger, AWACS." replied the second pilot from one of Estovakia's own PAK-FAs, having been able to make some as well during the civil war by the Eastern Faction, the left wing tip painted solid black, an air force roundel with a single triangle occupied by a black diamond, a red triangle and a white triangle painted on it.

They flew back over the entire city without being spotted by Emmeria's radar or their air patrols, gathering the necessary recon data they needed before they left the airspace, returning back to Estovakia but not landing at St. Petersburg AFB, but on one of Estovakia's more…mobile bases.

In a few days, Emmeria was about to get the shock of it's life.