'The Bringer of Death'
I hated my life. I had to constantly hide from the Authorities because I was STILL being hunted as an escaped killer. It wasn't my fault really, the young officer had seen me, and I was forced to kill him.
Of course, the local forensics department had matched the prints on the gun that they found at the crime scene to my own, and well… you get the idea. I had to run if I wanted to live. In Osea, they still had the Death Penalty, and I couldn't go back to my home of Yuktobania; too many people knew me there.
Eventually, some reporter found out where I was hiding out at that time and asked me a few questions about the Belkan War, my squadron, how I met the 'Demon Lord', how I was shot down, and so on.
"Do you think he's still alive?" he asked me.
"Is the Man still alive?" I replied. "Well, I guess it's hard for bad guys like us to die. The real heroes ALWAYS manage to die first, but guys like him, Solo Wing and me… we live the rest of our lives in Hell. But then again, being alive is proof that we were good." And I laughed.
He thanked me, promised me that he wouldn't tell anyone about where I was, but advised me to move to another area before he put his documentary on the air. When I heard about that, I moved to another abandoned building, then stole a TV from an electronics store in the middle of the night, and watched it.
The guy got most of his facts right, it seemed. He interviewed dozens of pilots, and they all gave what it was like for them to be shot down by the Demon Lord.
Eventually, the Soviet Union came for me. At first, I didn't know who it was. All I knew was that I was being chased all over Oured by these guys in suits. I had managed to lose them a couple of times, but a few days later, there they were again. Eventually, they cornered me, and I considered surrendering, but I knew that wouldn't work.
A few minutes after they cornered me, the KGB Leader, Volgin showed up. I almost died of a heart attack right there. I should have KNOWN this was coming. They were working in collaboration with the Osean Police, and they had found me. I waited for one of the Operatives to draw a gun and finish me off, but the Founder stared right at me and said: "Dominic Zubov, you have formally charged with Various War Crimes, Theft, Murder, Arson, and Resisting Arrest. Under the power vested in me under the Soviet Union, I am authorized to kill you. HOWEVER, my orders are to offer you a deal."
My mind was spinning. A DEAL? I just stood there like an idiot, mouth wide open and eyes wide. Volgin smiled.
"I take it from your expression that you will listen. Very well, the deal is that you fight and fly for us, the Soviet Union, in combat. You can have any plane you want, and we'll even reinstate you at your former rank. In return for your services, you will have your name completely cleared. A blank slate, a fresh start at a new life."
I had watched 'The Godfather' and knew what this was. This was LITERALLY an offer that I couldn't refuse. In fact I had almost expected him to say that.
Anyways, I signed on without hesitation, and I was taken to Allenfort Airbase on Newfield Island in the Usean Continent.