A/N Well, this is it. The End. Ace Combat X - The Southern Cross, has finally come to a close. Odysseus has fallen, and this disaster will be the one to set the stage for the series finale, Ace Combat - Oblivion. To prepare, I will be taking a hiatus to get all my stuff in order and to work on getting the first few chapters written. In the meantime, I will be releasing a short story that will bring to life the past of a certain character I will not name, and it's name will be "A Nightmare is Born", and also at the same time I will be working on another story based off the manga/anime, Akame ga Kill!. Look out for the short story, it will be going up soon. You guys are awesome, thank you for reading, and I will see you all later. Leave a fav and final review telling me what you think. Peace.

Epilogue

He had never been this scared in his life. Navarro had been run out of the square in Alendai after the live broadcast of his super-fighter Fenrir had ended up in the Alect Squadron getting shot down and Archelon Fortress getting destroyed. He knew they had been watching, and he knew what was coming next.

So he ran, ran as fast as he could back to the capitol building, which had been easy enough because of the chaos gripping the entire nation due to the fall of Odysseus. He ordered all of his guards to protect him with their lives, stationing the last two still loyal to him at the door to his underground bunker before he locked it tight and retreated to the very back of the enclosure.

"Please don't find me, please don't find me." he thought to himself in overwhelming dread, sweat literally pouring down his face nowSilence dominated the space for a few minutes before he jumped when the sound of gunfire echoed out from behind the reinforced metal door of the bunker, the shouts of his guards following soon after. All of a sudden a bloodcurdling scream penetrated through the door and sent chills running up and down Navarro's spine, his legs starting to tremble uncontrollably when everything went silent.

Dead silent.

Another minute passed by, and a couple of heavy thuds resonated from the other side of the door, Navarro's eyes darting to the growing bulge in the metal as whoever was behind repeatedly pounded against it. The dent grew larger and larger, the thuds turning into thunderous bangs that made the general jump every time before finally, the metal bloomed outward and a gloved hand shoved itself through, the fingers stretching themselves out and popping several times over.

Navarro watched the hand with wide eyes as it reached back and grabbed the lever that kept the door locked, pulling it up so that it turned the tumblers and unlocked the door.

"Oh Navarro…" said a voice as the door slowly swung open, its owner revealing itself to be Jack when he walked in and rested his hands on his cane.

"You know running from me is pointless, right?" asked the assassin as he sneered at the general, Navarro gulping nervously

"And you know, after that little performance, you've used up your last strike."

"Please don't kill me! I still have so much to offer! I can still help!" blurted out Navarro as Jack slowly walked around the table in the bunker towards him.

"Oh, I believe it. But the thing is, we already have what we need. The only thing we don't need...is you."

All of a sudden Jack rammed his hand into Navarro's throat and picked him up easily off the ground, his strength seemingly super human. He slammed him up against a wall and unsheathed his cane sword with his other, Navarro fearfully eyeing the sharpened blade.

Without a word Jack stabbed the blade through the man's shirt and into his gut, Navarro gasping in shock before the sword was wrenched out through his side, spraying blood all over the floor and wall.

Jack let go of his throat and continued to sneer when Navarro fell to his knees and gasped for air, barely clinging on to life itself as blood began to gush out of the wound.

"Nighty night, Navarro." said Jack gleefully before he brought his arm back and swung his sword at full force, the blade slicing through the man's neck and separating head from shoulders in the blink of an eye.

The man's shocked expression remained plastered on his face when his head hit the floor, his body slumping forward and falling into the fetal position. Jack wiped his sword on the dead man's back to clean off the blood before he sheathed it, his hand flying into his pocket to pull out a phone.

After speed-dialing the first number in his contact list he held it up to his ear and turned away from the newly created corpse.

"It's me. Navarro's been taken care of."

"Good." replied a voice on the other end of the call. "Everything is going according to plan."