ONE
Over the Ares Ocean
04/12/09
1700hrs
"This is AWACS GoldenEye. All active aircraft, report your status." A combined Arasian squadron slipped through the sky at high speed. Among the three squardrons was the Viper Squadron, President Newport's personal airrfleet.
"This is Viper 1. I have Viper 2-5 standing by," Viper's leader, Brian Jackson, spoke into his radio.
"Leopard 1-5 standing by."
"Omega 1-7 on standby."
"Ok good, we're all here. Once you begin to approach the mainland, split off into your respective squadrons and proceed to your designated location. Take the photos as quickly as possible, and then high tail it out of there and return to base," GoldenEye walked through the whole procedure.
"Gee, thanks for the step by step instruction there," Viper's chatterbox and well reknown "party animal," Andrew Filtz responded.
Recently, recon photos had shown that three kinds of structures was being built on the mainland of Olnia, Arasia's competing superpower. The whole purpose of the mission was to take more recon photos.
"4 miles from the mainland. This is Viper squadron, we're splitting off. Good luck!"
On cue, the 5 plane formation split off from the rest of the group in perfect snychronization.
The Viper Squadron was considered to be one of the Arasian's best fighter squadrons. Its pilots were viewed as some of the best in the entire world. Most everyone in the airforce had heard the name Brian Jackson, the leader of Viper, callsign Dragon. The group also contained Captain Ruby Hohensee, callsign Heartbreaker, Sergeant Chris Chanin, callsign Demon, First Lieutenant Andrew Filtz, callsign Slammer, and Captain Taylor Hussey, callsign Medusa.
"Slowly approaching the target. I'm getting a visual," reported Taylor.
"Roger Medusa. All aircraft stay low and reduce your speed," ordered Brian. "We need to get the clearest photos we can."
The construction site loomed into view. "Something is definetly going on down there. No doubt about it," said Chris.
As the EF 2000 Typhoons flew closer, shots began to fill the air, and black smoke exploded all around the squadron.
"Heads up! We are getting engaged by enemy aircraft fire!" exclaimed Ruby.
"I have some signatures on radar. Whatever they're building here, they sure are trying to protect it," Filtz commented.
"Heartbreaker and Demon, follow me. We'll snap the photos. The rest of you keep the incoming aircraft busy," the Viper flightlead ordered.
The squadron split. At this time, the sky was filled with the sound of AA fire. Taking the photos was not going to be easy.
Chervlon Airbase, Olnia
04/12/09
1730hrs
They were nearly complete. After toiling over it for 6 years, they were finnaly nearing the end of their construction. General Jeff Norg, who was in charge of the Z 8 Gilhund project, was ordering people around, trying to get the massive machine and the complex around it finished and battle ready. The Z 8 was a weapon that stretched six stories tall. Using EMP technology, it would concentrate all of the electrons in the air around it and use them to inflict very heavy damage over a wide area. This weapon was going to ensure the victory of the war Olnia was about to start. They were going to reclaim their lands. "Sir, we've got 5 aircraft inbound to the complex. Believed to be of Arasian origin."
Dammit, Norg thought. Have they sniffed us out already? Without changing his expression, Zorg ordered, "Enable all anti – air batteries. Launch Halg Squadron and get those aircraft out of here."
"Sir, we have similar reportings from the other two complexes. Arasian aircraft are inbound to all three complexes," another radar operator said
How do they know we're here? Zorg thought. "Give the other complexes the same orders. Tell them to enable their anti air batteries and launch their protective squadrons," he ordered. "It appears they have sniffed us out."
Chervlon Airbase, Olnia
04/12/09
1745 hrs
"Dammit, he's got a lock! Someone get over here and cover my six!" Filtz yelled.
The aces they were battling now were proving to be very good. The Olnians sure did produce good pilots like these. And, to make matters worse, AA flak filled the sky. They were obviously protecting something.
"Yes, bandit down! Only... 5 more to go," Taylor ended the comment in a sarcastic tone. Meanwhile, Brian, Chris, and Ruby, were twisting and turning in the air, trying to avoid some of the AA fire.
"I'm approaching the target. Permission to use inflight camera?" Chris asked.
"Permission granted. Lets wrap this up before we get into real trouble," Brian said.
Demon manuvered the agile plane in and out of the flak, got close to the target, and pressed the trigger. The onboard camera snapped immediately.
"This is GoldenEye. I have received your photo. You can return to base. Your mission is complete."
"Roger, GoldenEye. Everyone, break and evade at full speed towards vector 090. Let's get out of here," Brian said. But the enemy aircraft didn't go away. They were determined to put up a fight.
"We've got a problem. We're being followed," reported Filtz.
"Missile lock on confirmed! These guys aren't going away!" exclaimed Chris.
"Ok, Viper squadron disperse. Take these guys on one on one," Brian ordered. He quickly banked and pushed forward on the throttle. He selected what seemed to be the lead plane and got in range. After hearing the familiar tone, he pulled the trigger on the joystick. Seconds later, he fired the machine guns in a full frenzied effort to bring the F/A 18 down. The F/A 18 pulled up and looped to level out behind Brian. Soon, his cockpit was screaming the missile alert warning. Brian banked right just in time as the incoming AIM9X Sidewinder darted past him.
"Shit, that was close!" The enemy pilot was still tracking him and wasn't going to give up anytime soon. Dragon broke his Typhoon into a left turn as the F/A 18 followed close behind. Then, he suddenly pulled back on the throttle in the turn and completed a full 360 degree turn to end up behind the F/A 18. He heard the lock tone and fired. Seconds later, an explosion engulfed the F/A 18, sending it crashing to the ground.
"Anyone need any help?" Brian asked. No one did. Only one enemy plane was left and the battle between it and Taylor was winding down quite quickly. After 30 seconds, the pilot had to bail out.
"Woohoo! Thats a wrapup! Let's go on home!" Filtz exclaimed
Chervlon Air Base Living Quarters, Olnia
04/12/09
1845hrs
He had never faced pilots as good as them. It was the first time he had been shot down in 10 years. Halg leader Wane Molhada was in a mixed state of utter fury, confusion, and self contempt. He considered himself damn lucky that he had bailed out in time. But it really did blow that his second wingman didn't have time to bail out. He was a damn good pilot, and Olnia was going to need more squadrons like his own in order to sustain it self in the upcomming war that all the top commanders knew was not far in the future. From what he had heard, it was all an effort to reclaim the lands that had been taken from them. All government officials in Olnia had the sane mindset. We should be using time to fix the goddamn problems in the land we already have, Molhada thought. Still, he was devoted to his country, and would do a lot to defend it.
Z 8 Gilhund Complex 1
04/12/09
1900 hrs
It was time to test the weapon that would change the world. "Preparations for firing complete. Requesting target coordinates," a technician said
Zorg had a thoughtful look on his face. "Is that idle barge still sitting in the ocean?"
"Yes, but..."
"Target that."
"But..."
"Do you value your job, Mr. Peterson?"
"Yes, very much, sir."
"Well if you value your job, then you won't ask questions enand you will take out the barge."
Reluctantly, the technician turned back to his monitor, and punched in some data.
"Ok, firing in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."
About 500 miles away, bolts of lightning started appearing in the sky around the barge. The air smelled of ozone. Then the barge simply disapeared along with its crew.
"The target was completely destroyed. Gilhund worked just as expected," the technician said, with a touch of regret in his voice.
"Excellent."
It was time to reclaim the lands that were rightfully the Olnian's. And this newfound weapon would do just that.