Warning: Later on, this may become a lemon. Not sure. But, for now, it's going to follow the normal storyline, with a few extra details added in by yours truly.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, nor do I own Ace Combat 5, which is where they came from. All ownership of the characters, and the basic plotline itself belong to Namco, and their Ace Combat group named "Project Aces."
Author's Note: So far, this will follow the regular storyline, and it will be from Genette's less poetic point-of-view. Later on, I may add a few things, such as characters, missions, et cetera, and it may become a lemon. For now, it is what it is.
Things were happening too quickly; no one could fully grasp the situation at hand. It had seemed, however, that we were being attacked by Yuktobania, for reasons unknown. Of course, this was not the thought traveling through my mind while I was in the back of a plane flying at over eight hundred miles per hour. This was especially true as we went hurtling towards the ocean that threatened to swallow the aircraft whole if we dared to get closer to its icy waves.
The Captain, Jack Bartlett, or, as we knew him, "Heartbreak One," had sent the recruits low, which was supposed to be out of the combat zone, while he went high to engage the enemy. He roared loudly as he sent his plane towards the sea and performed maneuvers that almost made me sick, before he and the other instructors charged ahead, to eliminate the threat.
I had no idea what I was in for, but I felt it would be horrible. I could not yet fathom the horror of attempting to dodge missiles while trying to defeat multiple air-bound enemy pilots; it was just too surreal. Little did I know, I would not have to worry about that as much as I had feared, for the command room had misplaced a few zeroes, sending the squadron of fresh pilots down to engage the enemies themselves.
The battle would be impossible for the fresh pilots, who still had troubling doing the most simplistic of things, such as keeping their plane level in the air. Sadly, this had been proven as they were quickly killed, and dove into the salty grave below, never again to see the light of day. Bartlett was quick to get his plane down to the engagement zone, but was too late to do much good; he was forced to complete makeshift damage-control.
In the end, only one novice pilot survived this hell of a training flight. Kei Nagase had put up a solid defense; much more than expected from a pilot of her class. It was her good luck and tenacity which allowed her to fly back to base alive, even though the rest of her comrades would not be joining her.
Captain Bartlett came back with her, though he lost his other training crew. One had been shot down in battle, while the other hadn't quite managed to land his plane; both of them died. Heartbreak One was much luckier than either of them, but even his good fortune look grim compared to the pilots who stayed on the ground that day.
After exiting his plane, the Captain gave me a misplaced apology, and then turned back to Nagase.
"Nagase, you keep flying like that, and you'll die real soon!" He yelled. He didn't seem angry at the trainee; rather, disappointed with himself.
"I won't die, sir," she replied, calmly. Her expression was one of sorrow; grievance of losing the other training pilots that day. It certainly wasn't her fault that the events of the day had unfolded the way they did, but she still wanted to blame herself, inwardly.
Nagase, callsign Edge, was a very beautiful woman, but with that beauty came danger. Like a black widow, she was not a girl to be messed with, and she would hold a grudge if you angered her. She had short, brown hair, which accented the rest of her face quite nicely. It would suffice to say that with her kind eyes, and pretty hair, she was someone you would give a second look. Furthermore, with her normally cheery attitude, stunning personality, and overall happy outlook on life, she was someone anyone would be lucky to know. Her loyalty was fierce, and her love of flying burned so brightly, it was astounding that the fuel in her plane never ignited.
Then, of course, we have Alvin H. Davenport, who went by "Chopper" for his moniker. This young, handsome man was quite the motormouth, which later earned him such a nickname for Bartlett. He was a kind fellow, and was very selfless, though his good deeds often went unnoticed. Chopper was the sort of man who would stay true to his morals, no matter the cost, and support those he cared for, despite the reprimand. Little did he know, that was what usually got him into the most trouble.
These two pilots were to fly alongside another new recruit, who went by "Blaze." His real name was unrevealed, and he lived in a shadow of mystery, preferring to speak only when spoken to. His skills as a pilot would quickly flourish, and he would become a hero to the people, following in the footsteps of the almighty Razgriz, a fictional demon of the North Sea.
It was here, at the Sand Island Military Base, that their stories would start. Their first mission would not be a tough one, but it would be strenuous on the new recruits. Their untapped power had lain dormant inside themselves, and the aircraft they were to fly. These are their stories; I am but a narrator.
Author's Notes: This is just an intro chapter, so sorry about the length, and lack of detail. Should be better later, so don't quit reading just yet.