15/05/2019
16:05
Fort Grays Island
7°58'25" S, 9°25'50" W
Operation: Deer Horn
They're everywhere!
Break! Break! Break!
Keep them off of Stonehenge!
Missile, warning!
Yellow 4 get out of there!
Shit! This is 4 I'm hit!
Yellow 4 eject!
Did someone see Yellow 4 eject!
Yellow 4 come in!
Yellow 4 come in!
Wake up!
I was sleeping on my cot when I felt a pillow get thrown at me.
"Wake up!" a female voice said. I straightened up and rubbed my face then looked up. I saw my friend Brownie standing at the doorway.
"What is it?" I asked her.
"We got a briefing, and make it quick. I don't know what all the fuss is about. But this may just be the real shit," She explained.
"Real shit?" I asked as I put my boots on.
"The Eruseans!" She as we walked out of the room.
"The Eruseans?" I asked. "What makes you say that for all you know it could be the Belkans...again." Ah, the Belkans. They love picking fights with people bigger than them more than their own country. Just ask the seven nukes they dropped on themselves or the 12,000 that paid the price for it.
"Well, I don't know about you but I heard that the Eruseans weren't the friendliest of people to us Oseans for the past few months," she said. "I guess they don't really like the really big Space Elevator we clearly built for them."
"Huh, well Eruseans get pissed off by a lot of things," I said as we walked down the hall.
"What makes you say that, are you Erusean?" She asked.
Oh shit, I thought.
"I'm just messing with ya," She said with a laugh and a grin. "Now c' mon, Trigger, we're gonna be late."
Trigger. Yep, that's my new nickname or TAC name. Brownie gave it to me after I finished the tests. Mainly to the fact that I didn't hesitate when I take a shot. And she got Brownie because, well, we - me and bunch of guys - caught her conducting a solo raid on the mess hall. And what did she have on her? Brownies, a whole box of them. Unfortunately, the callsign you receive will remain as your callsign even after you die. I didn't have a problem, neither did Brownie. I mean there was one poor sonofabitch that received 'Sunflower' as his callsign.
We headed down the hall to the briefing room. Once we entered the room we saw that almost everyone was already there. The briefing looked like one of those big classrooms in universities. We took our seats with our respective squadrons and the briefing began. Initially, everyone had been talking about what all the fuss was about that they didn't notice the base commander enter to begin the briefing.
"Is everyone here?" He asked as a map of the Usean continent was loaded into the screen. "Settle down," most of everyone began to silence themselves but a few were still conversing among themselves. "I said settle down," the rest did so. Once he was satisfied he continued. "You have all been instrumental in maintaining peace in Usea as members of the International Union Peacekeeping Force," He began, "Until today." The map zoomed in to the southern part of the continent. "Earlier, our radar site informed us that a group of unidentified aircraft was approaching." A picture of a TU-95 being escorted by a MiG-21 was shown. "Communication system went down immediately afterward. We are led to conclude that they have attacked the site."
Attack, why? Who would want to break the ceasefire after all these years? I thought to myself.
"Heres your mission. It's possible that the Usean ceasefire agreement has been broken for the first time in over a decade. As of today, the Fort Grays Air Base Squadron of the IUPF has been put on high alert. All members who have been ordered to sortie, fly there immediately. Find the unidentified craft, then use your weapons to round them up and force them to land. If the hostiles counterattack then you will…" The commander was interrupted by an explosion.
"What the hell was that," One of the pilots asked. The map then zoomed into the Fort Grays airbase.
"There's smoke!" Another said.
"We're under attack!" An airman said. "Numerous unidentified aircraft confirmed overhead!"
"What ?! How is that possible?!" the second pilot asked with worry in his voice.
"The tank farm to the north has been hit!" The airman reported.
"Many injured!" Another airman reported.
"Scramble! All units, take off and eliminate the unidentified craft attacking the base!" The commander ordered. "This is not a drill!"
The lights came on and everyone hurried out of the room to get to their aircraft. I could see smoke coming from the harbor area and the noise of the air raid siren was audible throughout the entire island. We ran out to the apron and quickly got in our aircraft. I began pre-flight procedures and powered up my engines. The aircraft I now flew was the F-16C Fighting Falcon. Armed with a couple of AIM-9M Sidewinder missiles, four AIM-120 AMRAAM missiles, and an M61 Vulcan 20mm rotary cannon. Although I would prefer my old Su-37 anytime, the F-16 was fairly decent aircraft to fly in. The marshaller signaled me to taxi and so I did.
"Radar site still silent!" one of the Air Traffic Controllers said.
"Scramble! Get those birds in the sky! We're sitting ducks!" another controller ordered.
"What's happening?" another asked.
"Bombers incoming! Don't know how many!" the second one replied.
"Let's clear that runway. We don't got all day here." Another one said.
"Mage squadron head to the runway," a fifth one said. This one sounded unusually calm despite the situation unfolding all around him. "Golem squadron take off. Linked to Sky Keeper. Hurry Mage Squadron." He said that last part with a bit of urgency.
"We're on our way control. Don't worry," I said as turned at the bend to get to the runway. Once Golem Squadron took, Mage took their place on the runway. Mage 1 or Clown was the first to take off before me. Once he cleared the runway, it was my turn.
"Trigger, your callsign is Mage 2. Verify and read back." The tower said. One thing I liked about the OADF is that you can have your own insignia with your callsign that doesn't tie into your squadron. It's kinda like you can be your own independent squadron.
"Callsign verified, control," I replied. "Ready for take off."
"Mage 2, cleared for takeoff." I started to power up the engine to max thrust and the aircraft began to roll down the runway.
"The situation is tight." A seventh controller remarked.
"It's a hell of a welcoming party, but we have faith in you. Good luck!" The fifth controller told us.
"Roger that control," I said as I took off from the runway.
"Control, do me a favor and get that bird in the air ASAP." Golem 1 or Knocker said.
"Hear that?" I just scoffed at his remark. "Golem Squadron and your wingmen are airborne. Take off and form up with Mage 1." The controller said. "Mage 2, altitude restriction is lifted. Good luck!"
"Roger that control," I said once more and began a steady 10-degree climb.
"The carrier...Whoa! Looks like the harbor's taken a lot of damage." Golem 2 or Brownie said. Judging by those plumes of smoke, yup, I can't disagree.
"Can't have any more casualties. Time to stop the bullshit." Knocker said. "Mage 2, form up with Mage 1. All aircraft, let's do this. Golem Squadron, it's go time."
"Roger that, Knocker." Clown pulled into a steep climb and I followed him. "Let's get some!"
"Roger that," Brownie said and formed up with Knocker.
"Golem 4, Understood." Golem 4 or Footpad said.
I didn't say anything else. Clown leveled off at about five thousand feet and I formed up on him along with the rest of the squadron.
"This is the AWACS Sky Keeper." he acknowledged. Ah, the AWACS controllers, I kinda have a love-hate relationship with. They can be very annoying along with the fact that they watch the battle unfold before them sitting on a chair, staring at a screen, in an E-3 Sentry cruising at 41,000 feet from a hundred kilometers away. But they always feed you a steady stream of intel as you fly so you don't die or accidentally shoot down a friendly. And the personality of a controller varies, just like with everything else.
"Take down all the unidentified bombers. They don't have many escorts." Sky Keeper said. "They hit our radars hard in the last attack. Expect the worst, and stay sharp." Sky Keeper reminded us.
"Wilco," Knocker said.
"Trigger, I'm your wingman," Clown told me. "You're flying with me now. That's what it means to be in an element. You gotta keep an eye out for enemy bombers." I don't mean to be rude to my squadron leader, but what the hell was I doing since I leveled off with him.
"Sir, yes sir," I said.
We flew around the area for another couple of minutes before we saw something pop up on our radar. Through my HUD, the IFF says it was a TU-95.
"Okay, here we go. Looks like bombers have been located." Clown said.
"Roger that, Mage 1," I said, "I'm engaging." I broke off and got into attack position. I could feel the adrenaline beginning to course through my veins. Damn, It's been so long since I felt that same feeling. I waited till I was at max range, and when I heard the sound of the missile locking I immediately let loose a pair of sidewinders. "Fox 2!" The missiles sailed through the sky and I saw an explosion over in the distance, confirming my first kill in over 14 years. "Scratch one bandit."
"Target is hit," Sky Keeper said. "Enemy bomber confirmed down. Good job, Mage 2."
"Not bad Mage 2," Clown congratulated me.
"Thank you, sir!" I said and formed up with him again. I was never one to be motivated by my kills, but I gotta cut myself some slack. Dogfighting much less flying a plane is a perishable skill.
I leveled out again and formed up with Clown. "Trigger, switch your radar. See if you can locate the enemy."
"On it." I flipped a switch and my radar changed from the short range one to the long range one. I saw that there was a red blip about northwest from my position. "Got it, sir. Looks like we got one northwest from us."
"There it is. Sitting there all pretty just waiting to be taken." Clown and I banked to the left and began to zoom towards the enemy. A minute or so passed and we could see it, but our allies were already there as well. "Looks like Golem is already here, sir."
"C' mon Trigger. Let's not let them have all of the glory for today." My CO said enthusiastically. The fight was happening at a higher altitude than the first bomber I downed. "They're way overhead," Clown remarked. "Let's go introduce ourselves."
My HUD was showing the signatures of Golem Squadron along with the ones of the enemy. I was able to easily identify the enemy fighters as MiG-21 Fishbeds. Easy picking, I thought. The MiG-21 was practically deathtrap at this day and age. Maybe if it was early 60's then it would be a lethal force, but against aircraft like my F-16, not a chance.
"Hey, Clown," I called out to my CO.
"Yep?"
"Can I take the kills?" I asked in a rather sarcastically innocent way.
"Go on ahead, Trigger!" He said. "Just be sure to keep up with us."
"Roger that." I wasted no time. I pushed the throttle for full afterburner. I was headed straight into battle.
"Harbor fuel storage is intact. It's asking for another round," I heard someone say through the radio. What the hell? "All escorts, form up for another attack. Point is 835." Why does this happen? I'd experience the same phenomenon I had before. And I realized that even Osea has this sort of anomaly. We could somehow hear enemy radio chatter. I don't how it happens, but it happens. This happened to me often when I was in Yellow Squadron. Hell, sometimes the enemy would try to talk to us and we'd do the same to them. I even heard about conversations foes during combat.
"On his tail." Knocker said as he trailed an enemy fighter.
"Watch out for the support aircraft," Clown said.
I decided to go for the enemy fighters first before the bombers to make it safer. I homed in a target and began to track it.
"Rigel 2! Bandit!" The enemy reported.
"Rigel 3 engaging. I'll hold 'em off." another one said.
"No one's holding me off," I said as I kept on the enemy's tail. We flew by the enemy bomber and I took one glance at it. It was for only half a second, but I knew what I saw. It was the orange emblem of the Erusean Air Force, no doubt about it. I began to get lost in thought. These guys were practically my countrymen since I'm still technically a full-blooded Erusean. But I have to shoot them down, but they did start shooting first though. Is this still treason, have I just become a traitor? When I left Erusea I never meant any harm to my home country. Am I even doing the right thing at least? My thoughts were interrupted when Brownie called out to me.
"Mage 2, bandit on your six!" She said.
"Huh?" I looked behind me and sure enough, there was an enemy fighter on my six. It launched a pair of missiles at me. "Shit!" thinking quickly I rolled my plane into a dive and popped flares. The MiG followed so I leveled out and when it tried to lock on me again I pulled the air brakes and did a roll. The MiG zoomed past me and I was now pursuing it. I locked on and launched another pair of missiles. The MiG exploded and began to spiral towards the ground. I did see a parachute, however. My heart was pounding and I was sweating a damn swimming pool.
"Wow, Good kill Mage 2," Clown said.
"Trigger are you okay, you spaced out for a minute back there?" Brownie.
I regained my composure and replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just...damn I didn't get to drink coffee yet."
"Are you sure, Trigger?" Clown asked.
"Yeah, I'm just pretty excited as you can see," I said with a light chuckle.
I knew Clown was probably skeptical, but he just dropped it. "Okay, just watch out Mage 2. I don't want any casualties. Besides, if you live there's always a full tub of coffee at the base."
"Yes sir." I said. Goddamnit, I scolded myself. Thinking like that's gonna get me killed. I can't allow that to happen again. I banked hard left and flew back to the battle. I saw another MiG and began to trail it. It pulled a few maneuvers but it proved to be futile since it met two of my missiles. I was supposed to be happy, but I wasn't. It's only early onto this conflict and I was already having mixed feelings. I began to realize that I was about to make the same mistake again but I was able to turn it to my advantage. My radar showed sowed a MiG barreling towards me at high altitude. It wasn't locking onto me; it was probably gonna try and do a boom and zoom. I waited before it got close enough and began to fire. Once the MiG began firing, I pulled up to the left causing it to overshoot. I rolled to the right and lined up for a lock. Once I heard the sound, I launched and the MiG vaporized. I leveled off and began to look for new targets.
"Holy shit," I said in a low voice as I tried to catch my breath. Clown must've heard me since he radioed in.
"Trigger, stay calm. You got this." He said to reassure me.
"Yeah, right. Thanks," I said.
"I know that he's shown some promise, but let's remember, he's still barely gotten his feet wet." Knocker remarked.
Oh really? I thought to myself and grinned. Well, let's see about that. I accelerated again and began to hunt for my prey. I saw a group of four aircraft. Three MiGs surrounding a bomber. I switched my targeting radar from the sidewinders to the AMRAAMs. I instantly locked into all four of the fighters and launched the missiles. "Fox 3!" after a few seconds I saw four explosions confirming four kills.
"That's it. It's great when it's simple." Clown said.
"Enemy bomber down. Nice going, Mage 2." Sky Keeper acknowledged.
"Thanks, Sky Keeper," I said. I gotta be grateful or next time I might not get the kill. Or I would the one killed.
"Not too shabby, Mage 2. But you've still got a long way to go, kid." Knocker said. "I'll give you some pointers back at base if you make it in one piece."
Why don't I give you some pointers, Knocker? I thought. So this is what being a nugget felt like. I've completely forgotten. Although, I don't think there was anything in the flight manual that tells you to be an asshole to your subordinates. I pushed it aside and continued to fly.
"Sky Keeper, this is Mage 1, over. Tally two bandits." Clown said. I looked at my radar and I saw it, not too far from my location as well.
"Copy that. It's a bomber and an escort." Sky Keeper said.
"Roger that, Sky Keeper. Leading for attack run," I said as I turned hard to the left and headed straight for the targets.
"Whoa there, Trigger. Settle down," Clown said, but I continued towards my target. This caught the attention of Knocker.
"Mage 2! Maintain your element with Mage 1! Do not break off!" He said sternly. "Mage 1, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
"Wilco," Clown said as he sped to catch up with me.
"Golem 2, let's maintain element," he told Brownie.
"Copy that, Commander. I've got your six covered, sir," she replied maintaining the trail position.
"Righty-o!"
I continued to speed to the targets. Once I was in range I immediately launched another pair of AMRAAMs. "Mage 2, Fox 3!" I said.
"Bandit has a lock!" The enemy fighter said. They tried to break but I saw two explosions confirming two more kills. Damn, it's probably only been ten minutes but I'm already one kill away from a double ace. It's like the enemy wasn't even trying to fight. This was a bit disappointing on me. What the hell were the Eruseans doing? Was the last war really that bad?
"Golem, Mage. Two new enemy groups." Sky Keeper reported to us. I looked at my radar and I saw two more groups coming in from the northeast and west. I decided to fly over to the one in the northeast as it was the closest one. As I neared my targets, we got a transmission from the IUN-PKF HQ.
"This is HQ. Attention, all combat groups." We all paid attention to him. "Are there any drones? Verify."
"Drones? Are you kidding me right now? Jesus! This the kinda shit that really chaps my ass!" Knocker said, annoyed.
"UAVs? I can't tell them apart," Clown sighed out in frustration.
I didn't really mind fighting drones. I'm not really killing someone and they're easy pickings as far as I'm concerned. We headed to intercept another enemy squadron that's being engaged by Boggard and Footpad. We locked, fired, confirmed our kills, and sped away again to assist our other allies.
"Harbor facilities and carrier destroyed. I'd call that mission accomplished." One of the enemy bombers said. "We've still got half our baggage. Emptying them on the hangars and runways."
Oh, not so fast, I thought. I quickly locked on the bombers and shot them all down.
"Mage 2's bandit confirmed down," Brownie said.
"They can burn with their whole payload!" Footpad snarled.
Clown and I continued shooting down the other bandits. I racked up another 3 kills during the last couple minutes.
"Hesitating for a split second could be the difference between life and death." Knocker reminded us. "Stay sharp, think fast."
"Roger that!" Brownie said.
I checked my radar again to get the location of the other bandits. "This is Mage 2, I'm headed over to the bandits in the southwest," I announced.
"Wilco, Mage 2," Clown said. "We're right behind ya." I throttled up to full afterburner again and sped to my targets.
I heard some chatter on the radio again but it wasn't enemy. My radio's probably picking up the news channel. Although the signal was bad and the sentence was cut up, I could make out the voice of a woman. "...the Osean Federation has...space elevator…" That was all I could understand from the static.
"Don't let them destroy the harbor!" One of the ground personnel shouted. "Where the hell are all our fighters?! The harbor is under heavy fire!" That's not good, some of the bombers must've slipped through.
"Shit," I said in frustration.
"What's wrong, Trigger?" Clown asked.
"I think I just lost focus sir," I admitted sheepishly. "Sorry, sir."
"That's fine Trigger," Clown said reassuringly. "They haven't even gotten half of the base, and we already pulverized most of their forces."
"Right," I sighed. "Whooo, thanks for that Mage 1."
"No problem, Mage 2," He said. "Now step on it, this is the last of them, I think."
"Roger that."
I stood by for max range, locked my AMRAAMs, and fired. Four explosions, four bombers down. I quickly maneuvered to go after the last escort fighter.
"Mage 2, keep your focus. You got this." Knocker said. That was a surprise, to have Knocker suddenly say something reassuring to me, but a welcome one.
The fighter and I did a few textbook maneuvers while doing a series of breathing exercises, but I come on top as he took two missiles onto the hull of his aircraft. I watched the wreckage plummet into the waters below as I leveled out on Clown's wing.
I checked my radar to see it clean from the signatures of any more hostiles. This caused me to deflate on my seat and take a deep breath to relax.
"To Golem and Mage. Job well done. All bombers are down." Sky Keeper commended us. "Our radar shows no sign of bandits. You're in the clear."
"Good going, Mage 2." Clown praised. "Flight commander looks like he's got what it takes."
"Let's slow down. It's just one sortie." Knocker said. "Don't try to be a hero. I want you to make it back in one piece, you hear?"
"Yeah, I gotta side with the boss man on this." Brownie agreed.
I just sighed. "Roger that, Golem 1," I said plainly. Well, it was just one sortie, and they all think I'm a rookie. Knocker's just trying to do his job, and he's not just gonna take chances. Until I can reveal that I was a former Erusean ace without getting shot, I'll just call it a day for now.
Clown and I formed up with Golem Squadron and headed back to base.
"Golem Squadron, this is HQ. Did you confirm any drones?" HQ asked.
"What's the deal with all the drones?" Knocker asked as well.
There was a brief moment of silence before the reply came in. "Golem 1, return to base and report for debriefing." HQ replied harshly. Knocker didn't say anything else afterward and silently led us back to base.
As we approached the base, I heard the same voice again from earlier. It was becoming more clear now as we were closer to the base's transmitter. "...beautiful emerald south sea at Gunther Bay…" Now I can clearly recognize the voice and who it belongs to, anyone can. "...I am Princess Rosa Cossette D'Elise of the Kingdom of Erusea…Citizens of Erusea." Then the signal was cut.
We arrived at base a couple of minutes later and we each lined up for landing. Golem Squadron landed first, followed by Clown, and I was the last to land. We all taxied towards our designated spots on the apron and parked our aircraft. I powered down my fighter and removed the oxygen mask. I opened my canopy as a ladder was brought over to help me get down.
"Lieutenant Smith." A sergeant greeted me with a salute and I returned the gesture. "Please report to the main building for debriefing." I saw a bunch of ground personnel run up to my fighter to begin servicing it for the next sortie.
"Right, thank you, sergeant." I saluted him once more and he returned the gesture before walking away. I headed over to the main building and stopped by the crew room to dump my helmet and some other things before heading over for the briefing room. Once I got in I immediately took a seat and the debriefing began shortly after.
"We are currently assessing the damage to the base." He began. "We have confirmed that the aircraft carrier Albatross was sunk. We know the attacking bogeys were from Erusea." I winced a little at that part. "International Union Peacekeeping Force bases all over the Usean continent were attacked in the same way. The damage is severe." The commander took a brief moment before continuing. "Many wars are lost by failing to recover from opening blows. That means successfully retaliating was very important. You may have turned the tides of battles here. You have our thanks." He said to all of us. "All of you are dismissed. But Captain Andrews," he called out to Knocker, "Please report to my office, immediately." With that, he left.
I saw Knocker let out a deep sigh as he followed us out of the room, but turned another way towards the Base Commander's office without saying anything. I kinda feel bad for him, although I don't know if he's really in trouble. I know what it feels like to get chewed like gum by your superiors, I used to sit in the same seat as he had before.
We made our way over to the mess hall for dinner. I grabbed a tray and loaded it with food before joining my friends at their table. There were a few buzzing and flickering lights but the mess hall looked okay. In fact, I think the whole base, in general, was okay. We held off the enemy attack pretty well. If we were launched earlier before the first wave of bombers arrived then maybe the base wouldn't have taken even a single hit.
The TV in the mess hall was on the news channel. It was just basically saying the stuff we already know. Erusea has suddenly declared war on Osea, and Erusea launched drones at Osean ports through shipping containers that they somehow forgot to check, and now every Osean carrier that was not moored or is still under construction is now dead. The drone strikes were very precise and no civilian was hurt. Also, the Erusean Army has occupied the International Space Elevator in Gunther Bay and that may be the reason why the Eruseans were suddenly pissed off at the Oseans. And former president Vincent Harling has gone missing at the Space Elevator as he was touring the site at the time. So I feel like there might be rescue mission of sorts that's gonna be launched pretty soon for him. The Oseans hold him in very high regards, calling him the hero of the Circum-Pacific War, although I personally believe that title belongs to the Razgriz. I don't hate Harling, it's just that I was never interested in politics, not even Erusean. Speaking of Erusean politics, Erusea has reverted back into a kingdom, that's why they have a princess. I was in 6th grade when the royal family was overthrown in 1991. All sorts of crazy shit went down during that time, then the damn asteroid hit Usea, and everything really went to hell.
"That was some incredible flying back there Trigger," Footpad told me. I smiled at that. "Any idea how many you took down?"
"I don't know. After my fifth bomber - I think it was - I lost count already." I said as I tried to cut the steak that was on my plate. "I didn't think I was competing for kills with anyone. Do I have too?"
"Of course you have too!" Boggard chimed in. "I mean, not really, but it makes things more fun and less scary."
"Yeah, I mean, do you have a problem with it?" Footpad asked.
"Nah, not really. It's just I don't usually take pride in kills," I said, still trying to cut my steak. "But if you want, then sure. I'll join in for some fun."
"Hey, you know you don't have to, if you don't want to, man," he said as he tried to cut his steak as well. The food here was nowhere near gourmet quality, but I learned how to be grateful for what I have, especially during times like now when anything can just disappear in an instant. Besides, when I was a nugget in the Erusean Air Force Academy they fed us some 'nasty' stuff as a survival lesson in case we get shot down and bail out in an area far from any civilization.
"Eh, I'm doing it anyway. If this war drags on then I should at least have some fun." During my days as a squadron leader, I'd never take part in something like this. But now that I'm free from the added tension by leading the squadron then I might as well just hop in.
"Alright then, welcome aboard. I'll explain the rules and mechanics to you another time," Footpad said with a smile.
"Just don't cry when I kick your asses up there." I smiled.
"Whoa-ho-ho, don't get too cocky now, Trigger," Boggard laughed.
"Okay then, you're officially in, Trigger." Footpad said. "Brownie can join in too if she wants."
Brownie, who had been quiet for the entire time, just rolled her eyes and continued to eat. We all just laughed and continued to eat as well. I heard a while back that there was money involved in these competitions Boggard and Footpad put up. If that's the case then I'd probably have enough money to buy myself a new house or car once this war is over. I mean if I continue to fly the way I fly and if the Eruseans continued to fight the way they fought today then it would be like sweeping the floor for me. It'll be a piece of cake, right?
AN: That's all for now folks. I hope you guys like the idea and story when it continues to press on. I promise updates but don't have too much hope about continuous ones. Because, life. Go check out the stories: Persona Non-Grata, Triple Threat, and Maidens Shield by SirPerfluous, Ace Combat 7: Three Strikes by MontyMarten, and Soaring Wings by JetBolt001. I'll be taking a lot of inspiration from them, hell I was inspired to write this fic after reading all of those stories. They were some of the best I've ever read. So please check, them out. I actually got the idea of making Yellow 13 Trigger from that one fic I read a long time ago that made him Blaze in AC5. I forgot what its title was though. So if you come across it, take a look yourself.
Anyway, thank you guys for reading this and I'll catch y'all later. Peace out.