I do not own Ace Combat. And I deeply apologize for the late update. I'm working on quiet a few fanfictions in addition to this one. (Although most of them I won't be publishing until they are actually complete.) There is also a lot of other things in life taking up my time.
"Rot 1 to all craft, Let's take out this manufacturing facility and head home."
Cipher shook his head. The leader of the Rot Squadron, Detlef Fleisher, always be uptight, and his current grumpy demeanor wasn't helping that. "This is Cipher, Rodger that, will begin bomb run as soon as target is in sight." He reported.
"Hmp. Whatever, your not even an ace yet, so I can't believe they sent you to bomb this building," Detlef replied. "Even if you did shoot down this, Solo Wing." He added sarcastically.
"Solo Wing aside, command sent me on this mission, so there isn't too much I can do about it." Cipher deadpanned.
"Oh, so now your too good to bomb something aren't you," Detlef retorted.
"Nope, bombing is one of my favorite missions." Cipher mused, before adding, "At least I'm not whining about this mission."
"I'm not winning!" He shot back.
"Yes you are!" The rest of Rot team shot back.
"Ugh! I can't believe you three are taking the newbie's side." Detlef muttered, before sighing. "Let's just get this done and return home safely."
Suddenly, Cipher noticed enemy blips on his radar. "Tally ho, enemy planes incoming."
"This is just great. Cipher, evade, I'll cover you!" Detlef barked out. "Jurgen, Helmut, Karl, engage those enemy fighters!"
"Cipher, evading!"
Rot 2, Engaging!
Rot 3, Engaging!
Rot 4, Engaging!
Cipher pulled up just as a missile went straight toward him. He released his flairs, and turned to engage, noticing that Rot 1 had ended up in a battle of his own. Looks like it's up to me to save my own bacon. He quickly found himself behind the enemy plain and fired one of his Missiles. "Yes! Target hit, enemy plane disabled!" He exclaimed, letting the enemy plane go seeing as it was missing it's right wing and trailing smoke.
Detlef flew in beside him. "Sorry about that, got caught up in a fight of my own." He replied bashfully, before adding, "But anyways, that was an excellent kill, Cipher, good work."
"Thanks," Cipher replied, before dipping down, releasing his his two bombs directly on the target. "And I believe that is a wrap." He added happily.
"Mission control to Rot squadron, mission complete, but we have a new mission for you. And bring Cipher, we're going to the Futuro canal."
"Alright, I wonder what is going on here,?" Detlef questioned. Cipher just shrugged and turned back to the nearest Belkan base, with the rest of the Rot Squadron following him.
As they landed, they noticed that various anti-air ordnance was being brought out to them. The base commander quickly explained how they where going to clear out the Allied forces aircraft from the Futuro canal to make way for a bombing run on the aircraft carrier Kestrel.
A quick change in special weapons as well as a refill on the standard missile count, the five jets headed out, determination in their eyes.
"Mustang squadron here, where out of ammo and must withdraw. Mustang three's plane has been hit hard." Cipher let out a small gasp as he herd the call signs of the squadron he worked with during his first mission.
"Rot 1 to Mustang, we and Cipher are heading into the battle, head back to base and resupply. We're going to need all the help we can get."
"Mustang 1 to Rot, thank goodness you have come. Well refuel and return as soon as possible." Cipher watched the three F-5 jets pass by, noticing that Mustang three's left engine was non operational. I really hope they don't seen you back into battle with that left engine turbine like that,Cipher thought to himself.
"Bering Twelve F-4's and eight F-14's," Detlef reported, before letting out a sigh. "We are outnumbered."
"Drake Squadron here, rearing to go with a full payload of anti-air ordinance!" Cipher smiled.
"Maybe so Detlef, but we must try." He replied before turning his attention to the Drake Squadron. "Thanks for coming Drake, we are going to need all the help we can get."
"Drake 1, Rodger that, engaging enemy forces.
Cipher nodded, reported that he was engaging and headed directly toward one of the F-14's. "I'm going to take you down!" He shouted, before achieving a firm missile lock. "Cipher launching missile!" He exclaimed, letting the enemy jet have it.
"Nice shot Cipher!" Drake three complimented, before he took down a F-4 Phantom.
"Thanks Drake three, your pretty good yourself.
Cipher then noticed another Phantom approaching the allied plane. "Evade Drake three, I'll taking him out." Drake three quickly did an S-split, while Cipher quickly fired another missile, hitting the Phantom.
"Thanks Cipher, if we make it back alive, drinks are on me," Drake three promised.
"No problem," Cipher acknowledged with a smile. "But you forget that I don't drink."
"Oh that's right!, Well how about dinner?" Drake three asked.
"Sounds good, but let's just focus on the mission." Cipher replied, before noticing the Belkan bombers up ahead. "Or, let's just get out of the way," He added quickly and the two jets joined up with their respective squadrons.
Detlef gave Cipher a thumbs up. "You did good today, shooting down three enemy planes across two missions in one day."
"Thanks Detlef," Cipher replied, grinning. However,as he quietly reflected on today's events there was one thing that came to his mind:
This was is far from over.
