Prologue
What the hell is with this damn world and gigantic super weapons? My wingman is down and I have a wife at home with a child on the way. There's no way I can back out, I have to push forward, For Laura, for the guys, for Gracemeria. Thought the ace pilot with the callsign Talisman, "Garuda One, diving in to attack the target." Talisman's voice chimed on the net.
"Talisman you crazy bastard, don't do it! My sister and the baby would be alone if you were killed!" the voice of one of the female pilots pleaded on the radio.
He looked at the picture of his wife, a beautiful red haired woman with green eyes. Laura. He closed his eyes he was scared shitless, "I have to do this... I have too! This is for you Shamrock!" He shouted. The fighter let out a burst of sudden acceleration as it dove into the gutter beneath the massive cannon, Talisman released a pair of missiles. He pulled out just before the last overhead opening before getting directly underneath the weapon of mass destruction.
"Yeah that did it! We finally got it!" a pilot cheered before a very audible metal grinding came from the weapon.
"No, we haven't gotten it yet." Lanner reported.
"She's right! that thing's barrel opened up." Windhover observed, "That ugly thing is starting to heat up on the barrel!"
"The Vital area is behind the barrel. Talisman…. we can trust you with this, right?" Came the AWACS GhostEye.
Talisman sighed, "Do I have a choice?"
Character descriptions:
Name: Michael Frances Rhodes. "Talisman"
Callsign: Garuda one
Rank: Airforce Captain
Unit: Emmerian Air Force's 28th Tactical Fighter Squadron
Appearance: 5,9 145lbs. Brown hair, dark green eyes.
Name: Laura Ann Rhodes. "Nightingale."
Callsign: None.
Rank: Airforce 1st Lieutenant
Unit: Emmerian Medical Unit. (Doctor)
Appearance: 5'6, 135lbs, dark red hair, and dark green eyes
Name: Robert "Robby" Rhodes "Raider"
Callsign: Lenoid 2-1
Rank: Army Sergeant first class.
Unit: Emmerian Special Forces.
Appearance: 5'8 121lbs. Brown hair, brown eyes