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You are Yellow 13. You are the leader of Aquila Squadron, better known as Yellow Squadron due to the color of your wingtips and the underside of your plane. That, along with your extraordinary skill, has made you feared.
You were born on July 24th, 1970 in a town in the Amber Mountains. They have always been home to some kind of army. Ancient citadels stand of the crests of hills as if to expect a new army to surge into the heart of Erusea. However, Erusea is naïve. Erusea does not expect to be conquered, for it never has.
It is to this Erusea that you are born. It is for this Erusea that you will die.
As a child, you were ruthlessly inquisitive, and very intelligent. You have a respectable amount of friends, but you aren't "popular" like the kids on imported Osean TV. Your parents love you and there for you. You are positively ordinary. You float through school, waiting for destiny to strike and guide you on the railed track that is the rest of your life.
You graduate from high school, and finally, your destiny dawns on you. The Air Force calls to you, and you decide to join. Your parents insist on you becoming an officer, and you agree with that idea. You get to study abroad at Bana College in Osea, then receive instructions for flying on a military scholarship. You excel at your classes, but it isn't until you get to the planes do you learn your true ability. You find you can control the trainer F-5 with delicate ease. You can take that plane and glide it through the sky in ways that astound your instructors. You graduate at the age of twenty-three, early. You graduate into an unsteady time.
Belka's aggression is flaring, and they threaten to engulf its new neighbors in the Belkan quest for pride and stability. You wish to help the nations of the Osean continent, and you get a deferment in your service to join a mercenary company with the promise to join the Erusian Air Force by 1998.
You fight in the Belkan War where you rack up thirty kills. You see many of your colleagues die. It's disillusioning, and you hesitantly return to Erusea at the war's conclusion.
You have been asked if you're the so-called "Demon Lord," subject of many stories, books, and at least four TV documentaries. To that, you were frankly, tight-lipped and you're not quite sure if you are yourself.
You join a squadron, but soon it is made known that your skills are superior to even Erusea's most skilled pilots. So in mid-1996, Aquila Squadron is formed so that you can give your skills to many trainee pilots. You are hesitant to take the job; you are not much older than these trainees, but you still accept. High Command gives you a brand-new Su-37, and you begin your work.
It is here you meet Yellow 4. She is beautiful, she is talented, and she is oblivious to your crush on her. You maintain a strictly professional relationship until one night where she smiles at you. You fall in love almost immediately.
The Usean Rebellion of 1998 happens soon afterwards. You gain an additional fifteen kills. You grow tired of the military and war, with its spontaneous chaos and false promises. However, you do not know what else to do, so you carry on, with Yellow 4 by your side. She proves to be a constant member of your squadron, and just as good a pilot as you. You still can't help but notice how beautiful she is.
One day, Yellow 4 takes you to a bar outside of base. After you down a few shots, and she's had two beers, your eyes meet hers. You know its mutual love from high school crushes, but it's never felt so real, so intense. The two of you consummate your feelings and return to base, where everyone else pretends nothing goes on between you and Yellow 4.
Ulysses strikes and things go crazy. The Legislature is dead. The military now rules. You are seen as some sort of poster-boy for the Erusian spirit. You're interviewed, paraded around, and idolized, but you feel like a pawn in a wicked game.
Your fears are realized when Erusea decides to invade ISAF. You will never understand why Erusea would invade the countries who five years ago, were Erusea's closest allies, but you follow your orders and mow down fleeing ISAF troops as they retreat to North Point. You know you're just following orders, but that's the sickest excuse ever but you just don't know what to do.
You are stationed to San Salvacion, a charming and once completely neutral city. Yellow 4 ended your relationship with her for fears of truly being found out, and you are despairing too much to truly care.
One day in San Salvacion, a boy lurks behind the corner of a wall in Aquila Squadron's favorite bar, the Sky Kid. You are the first to notice him, and the harmonica in his hand. You invite him to play with you, and he does. He's good, and you learn he was one of the first war orphans. You take him in, knowing he has nowhere else to turn.
This boy becomes your son, in a way. You feed him, clothe him, teach him, and you grow to love him as if he were part of your family. He gives you the slightest hint of purpose to even be in this war, but it still wearies you.
Then, when Erusea was just about to win the war, the tables turned. The Aegir Fleet was lost, then the Faith Park solar power plant. Rebels set off a bomb on your runway. Yellow 4's engine replacement is destroyed in the blast. Then, ISAF attacks Stonehenge. You arrive too late to save the facility, but one of the pilots doesn't care. He is Mobius One, and he is to be reckoned with. You only fully realize this when he shoots down Yellow 4, quickly and cleanly.
When you return to base, you hold her handkerchief, speak with the Boy, but it still doesn't even begin to fill the gaping maw of despair that has opened in your chest. Then, on a late night, the Boy calls you a fascist pig, defending a friend who sabotaged the runway.
This seems to be the final straw; you have nobody left for you. Your parents are dead, Yellow 4 is dead, and the Boy wishes you were dead. You hate Erusea, but you are hated for being Erusian.
Eventually, Erusea loses San Salvacion, and you return to Erusea via emergency retreat. You never see the Boy again, and you still hold Yellow 4's handkerchief and tuck it into your flight suit. Finally, it becomes clear that Erusea has lost the war, but you don't care. You have absolutely nothing more to lose. So you and your squadron take to the skies over Farbanti for one last battle. It is there you find Mobius One. He has a gleaming new Raptor, and he can match your every move. He shoots down your squadron, one by one, each a stab to your chest. When only you are left, you initiate the grandest dogfight the world has ever seen. There are twists; there are turns, dives, climbs, rolls, sharp thrust-vectored maneuvers and Pugachev Cobras. After seven long minutes, you realize the truth. There is nothing you can do but lose. So you give up. You keep your plane flying straight and level. Mobius One fires a missile, and you prepare to join your beloved Yellow 4.
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