Ace Combat 6: Garuda's Angel

Chapter One: The Invasion of Gracemeria

Gracemeria, The Republic of Emmeria

Gracemeria Air Force Base

The Police car, with full sirens on, spead toward the Airbase until it approached the security checkpoint. There were already armed MP on the base. "Hold it right there!" one of them said as the MP's approached the car. Weapons drawn. "Get those hands up."

The officer and Kristen did as they instructed. "Get out of the car!" An Air Force Major noticed the situation and ran up. "Easy Sargeant! She's one of ours!" The troops put their weapons down. "Lieutenant, lets go, we've got real problems." Kristen nodded and climbed into a jeep. "Thanks for that, whats our situation?" She quipped.

Major Renolds looked at her. "They caught us with more than our pants down, we're bare naked right now. They knocked out the F-15's and the Raptors. Ghost Eye and Snakepit made it off the ground. All we got are the Hornets and Falcons." He then half-smirked, "It looks like we'll need you, your smartass comments, and your training right now."

"Just get me to a plane, I don't care which one." Kristen replied as the Jeep stopped near a hanger. Kristen ran inside and into the hanger's locker room. She began the quick process of changing into the first flight suit she could find that could fit her. She did not even care which locker room she was in, as she noticed a male pilot to the side as she was preparing. He was fumbling with his suit, not because of a lack of skill, nor because he was a rookie, but because he was willing to do anything to protect something. It was in this moment that she shared this feeling. It didn't matter if one of them had stumbled into the wrong locker room. Kristen walked up and began to help him. "Hold on, I got it." She said as she helped him.

"Okay, you're good. Lets go!" Kristen grabbed her helmet and ran out with the pilot at her side. The one that she would count on for the next six months; Shamrock. The fact that he trusted her completely would cement their friendship over the war that was to come. Both of them climbed into two identical F-16's


"They took out king's bridge!" One of the pilots stated. Kristen began to get her F-16 moving. Two more fighters followed hers toward the runway, and she prayed that the enemy did not strafle the airbase again. "Okay, the runway is good." Kristen replied. "The city is being bombed." Those words sounded over the radio, and it caused Kristen some concern. She prayed, thatwhoever was attacking the city, did not hit the hospital.

She then punched it, her F-16 accelerating down the runway, until the fighter lifted into the sky. She held a holding pattern over the airfield, covering other aircraft until they got airborne.

"All fighters taking off are under Airborne Command's jurisdiction." The squadron leader stated. "You are all authorized to engage all hostiles." The squadron leader noted Kristen's fighter. "Garuda One, you do not have a wingman. Lets see... Shamrock, are you with us?"

"Right here." Shamrock stated.

"Shamrock, you are now Garuda Two." Shamrock moved into formation with Talisman. "So, I'm on your wing? Nice to meet you. Alright, let the golden king smile on us." The Fighters broke formation toward the city. Which was under attack by choppers, bombers, and several wings of Mirage Fighters.

"All fighters, concentrate on the bombers." Talisman responded, "You got it ghost eye, Shamrock, get those choppers."

"You got it Talisman." Kristen maneuvered her fighter so she could get a prime shot on the bombers. B-52's were slow, and they mostly relied upon escort fighters. But they were no match for her gun, as she caught one from above. "Gotcha!" She stated. As she fought, she heard Shamrock mutter something. "... Please be safe."

"All fighters, we've got an ID of the aggressors. We're engaged with the Estovakian Military." Ghost eye chimed in. "The Stovies?" Kristen responded to which Avalanche spoke. "Their economy's been in shambles for years, looks like they've finally snapped."

Kristen took out another B-52. "Shamrock, keep those mirages of my tail. There's only a few bomber's left. "Enemy threat level decreasing, we've almost got them."

"So these bastards think they can barge into someone's house without calling first." Windhover noted. Shamrock chimed in, "Unbelievable, I say we teach them some manners before we kick them out."

Kristen responded, "Less talking, more shooting." She stated as she nailed a mirage.


Something approached Gracemeria from the north-east. Moving slowly, but still approaching. The aircraft was absolutely massive. "Aigaion to Strigon team. Engage following Nimbus impact."

"Strigon team roger." The Squadron leader responded.

The massive aircraft began to open silos in its spine, and finally, a volley of cruise missiles were launched. They shot past Strigon, heading toward Gracemeria.


Kristen watched from her cockpit as it seemed that a huge pillar of fire erupted right in front of her. "Oh... Damn!" She pitched sharply as she avoided the explosion. "Shamrock, are you still there? I just lost contact with almost a dozen of ours."

"Number Three! Number three where are you?" Windhover also spoke franticly. "Half our planes have disappeared off the radar!"

Kristen continued to maneuver franticly to avoid the attack. Suddenly another squadron came in. A heavy group of SU-37's "We've got reinforcements!" She picked up some of their radio signals. "We're going to sweep Emmeria under the rug." Kristen engaged them, and they were good. Real good. It was difficult, next to impossible, to get a reliable lock on one of them. Even with the barrages of missile fire coming from the north-east. Suddenly an alert came through the radio."Air Command has ordered an evacuation. You've been ordered to give up Gracemeria.. Break off engagement and head east."

"We cannot comply with that." Ghosteye responded. "Listen, it's only temporary!"

"Our plan is to regroup and mount an counter-offensive. We cannot afford to loose you!" Kristen's eyes widened. "No! I will not leave!" She grew more determined to kill one of these SU-37's. She finally had a mark, and fired. Her bullets hit the nose of an SU-37."

"UGH!" The Enemy pilot responded. "My leg!"

Kristen spoke, "I'll take more than your leg Stovie!" She said with anger in her voice. "This continued until Major Renolds came on. "Kristen... please..."

Her line of thought was broken. "... retreat. We need you. You can't die here.."

Kristen responded and broke off. Hitting full afterburner and heading east. Swallowing tears all the while.


"All fighters, you are ordered to proceed to Khessed." Ghosteye noted. Kristen was already defeated as she flew her fighter east. She didn't care if she ran out of fuel at this point. She began to think of the faces she saw over the last few hours. Jason, those kids on the school bus, even the police officer.

Major Renolds moved his F-18 close to Kristen's "Kristen... He's alive... They haven't hit the hospital. I did a fly-over to check it."


Doctor Anders continued to go from patient to patient as more and more wounded were brought into the Hospital. The ER was completely overloaded, and now they had the dead and dying on stretchers. Not only was there Emmerian soldiers spread throughout the hospital, but also Estovakian soldiers.

In essence, this one hospital became neutral ground in this battlefield that once was a city. He wondered if Kristen was scrambled out of the airforce base. He hoped she was still alive, but he heard rumors that the Emmerian fighter squadrons were taking heavy losses. He didn't know, if the woman he loved, was still alive.

And if she was dead, there was no chance he would ever have the chance to tell her, except at her grave. A part of him was afraid, afraid that he had lost everything again.

But the only thing he could do, was to help the injured. That was until, several Estovakian Pilots burst into the Hospital carrying an elderly man, still in a flight suit, and on a stretcher. Doctor Anders immediately attended to him. He was bleeding profusely from one of his legs. "By the golden king himself." Jason muttered. He then spoke, "The leg's gonna have to come off. Nurse, prepare for surgery."

Another pilot spoke, "No! Can't you do something?"

Anders responded, "It's too late, the leg's already in the early stages of necrosis. It has to come off."

"Toscha..." The man stated. "... let him do his duty, you do yours..."