A night of howling winds and heavy cloudage, ideal for implementing conspiracies. Maybe that's why in the residence of the royalty of Erusea, a team of commando occupies the king's study and is holding him at gunpoint.

"This document will resign you from office and banish your family from this nation." One commando puts a piece of paper on the desk. "Sign it now!" He pulls out a large-caliber pistol and aims its muzzle to king's head. Meanwhile, king's daughter — official name "Rosa Cossette D'Elise" is also having her arms clamped down by two commandos, as a dozen of automatic rifles aim on her head and torso.

The king picks up the pen, then throws it down: "Never!" The commando is not surprised, he grabs king's dog and points his gun to its head.

The king picks up the pen again and signs his name without hesitations.

How Skies Unknown Should Have Ended

Extra VI

War is over, peace is back. But there are still some loose ends to be tied up, for example hunting down and disposing those who're responsible of the bloodshed. Many war criminals had already caught the wind of their doom and sloped off, but as an old saying: Justice may walk like a turtle, but it eventually reaches destination, sometimes via shortcuts.

A convalescence located in deep wood, where Mihaly Dumitru Margareta Corneliu Leopold Blanca Karol Aeon Ignatius Raphael Maria Niketas A. Shilage is spending the rest of his life. Trigger had thoroughly beaten some sense into his brain, also adequately beaten his entrails out of him during the same process, now he is merely a crippled old man confined on sickbed to rethink his life. Unlike other war criminals, this Mihaly admits what he committed: To preserve his career, he succumbed to those who plotted the conspiracy, even kinda enjoy being a part of it, until Trigger slugged multiple bullets and missiles into his butt during the encounters over Yinshi Valley and Farbanti, eventually hammered him into dirt over Shilage Castle.

But every criminal can proclaim to be remorseful, and doing so won't do any good to atone sins. Just like a popular saying: If apologizing can atone one's sin, then there are no needs of police and court.

Evening, Mihaly is being given an intravenous infusion, a nurse hangs a plastic bottle of liquid medicine to a steel stand, then injects the needle into his vein.

Nothing out of ordinary, the nurse carefully wipes sweats off Mihaly's forehead with a handkerchief. Suddenly she stuffs handkerchief into his mouth, in order to disable him from calling for help, then squeezes the bottle with strength.

Mihaly is twitching in grave pain, for his circulatory system is unable to handle the sudden increase of flow that forced into it — even a capable-bodied man at his prime age can't stand this. The result is obvious — death by acute heart failure. Godspeeds old man, wish you meet your deceased ancestors without much further delays.

Belkans always have slippery feet, Dr. Schroeder is no exception. He escaped from Erusea at the first sign of things turning ugly, and used a forged ID to settle down in a remote corner half a world away. He remains in a low profile and avoids social contacts as much as he can, working for a small-sized computer company as a freelance programmer.

One night, the doctor is killing his leisure time by listening to an opera of German origin, he seems quite enjoys himself, with eyes closed and hands waving through air as if a symphony orchestra conductor. Suddenly Dr. Schroeder's eyes snap open for sensing he's not alone in the room, before he can react, someone pounds right on his chest, where the heart is, with an unprecedented strength.

Dr. Schroeder falls from chair, lying on floor, coughing. The hit on his heart is so powerful, effectively disrupting its working pattern — commonly known as "atrial fibrillation". In seconds another hit on his back, on middle section of thoracic vertebra, pulverizing it along with several ribs.

The Belkan is spitting bone fragments and blood clogs, as his vital signs cease to function one after another. Meanwhile the unknown assassin enters kitchen and removes a section of gas pipes, then dismantles the protect ring of knob controller of oven, setting temperature to maximum, before leaving and vanishing into curtain of darkness.

Minutes later, a spark is generated from exposed oven controller, igniting gas that has thoroughly filled the place. Entire house goes up in smoke in an instant, also goes down in flames at same time. Sieg heil…huh. Sieg Hell.

So two of the primary war criminals got what they deserve, how' bout the Rosa Cossette D'Elise, the culprit who comes to the first place on the list? Well, chronically she is the first one who gets expelled from the world of living, here is the detailed process:

A squad of Osean soldiers, riflemen, medics, are searching among ruins of Farbanti. They mission is finding any survivors, so they bring dogs and life-scanners.

"Why send us here? Even cockroaches would be toasted in previous battle." One of them protests.

"Maybe you'd like to be reassigned to extinguish remaining resistances and to have a higher possibility of KIA?" Squad leader mocks his protesting subordinate.

"You better let me have it. Because that Trigger boy will blast any resistances into oblivion instantly after they pop up, no risks at all."

"That's literally true. He definitely went overdrive during the operation of taking over this city…" Well said pal, if your fatherland has its satellites hacked and aircraft carriers bombed, even former president killed, you will generate a passion to rip and tear though enemies like Doomguy slaughtering demons — Trigger personally demonstrated how it's done with high efficiency in past months — he massacred Eruseans from a race of Least Concern to Critically Endangered, currently he's working on further depopulating them to Extinct in the Wild.

"I would die to get an autograph from Trigger…hey, what's that?" Suddenly a faint feedback registers itself on life-scanners, also the organic-based life-scanners — commonly known as "dogs" smell something and take off.

"Even cockroaches would be toasted, huh?" They're led to a pile of bricks and stones, someone is buried beneath, only head remains exposed.

"My! It's not any other cockroaches, it's Princess of Erusea, Rosa Cossette D'Elise!" One soldier recognizes the bruised face.

"How can a bitch like her is still breathing, while so many of our boys and girls died?! Kill her already!" Another soldier cocks his rifle, only to be stopped by squad leader: "We have orders, get her out from here and inform headquarter, make sure she lives until being trialed. People will decide if she is guilty and what punishment she deserves."

They begin to remove rubble from the war criminal that is at her last gasp, but their efforts are stopped by a voice comes out from shadows: "What you think you're doing?"

"Who're you? Identify yourself!" Entire squad is alerted and reacts accordingly, pointing weapons to the source of voice. Then the owner of voice walks forth into light, Trigger.

"Trigger?! Is it really you?!" Seeing the ace on posters and promotional videos is one thing, meeting him in person is totally a different story. "It's a great honor to meet our greatest national hero!" They stand up and salute.

Trigger salutes back, then goes back to his question: "What you think you're doing here?"

"Sir, we found enemies' head of the state, Rosa Cossette D'Elise! She's badly wounded, we're going to transfer her to…"

Trigger: "I don't see anyone here, troopers. Maybe you're not reading your sensors correctly?"

"But she is here! Look! Both scanners and dogs are positive!"

"Scanners can be hacked and dogs can be misled. Besides, if Rosa Cossette D'Elise is really here, will you be so nice to dig her out instead of shoving a gun barrel deep down into her throat?" Trigger adds influential power into his tone.

Soldiers look at the buried criminal, then to Trigger, then to their leader, then to the buried criminal again…nobody gives a word. Seconds later, squad leader speaks: "…you're right sir, our mistake, must be cockroaches."

"Never too late to cancel a false alarm." Trigger smiles and gives a subtle nod: "I heard some of you want my autographs, I can give each of your three, on one condition: Moving out from vicinity and wait for me. I'll join you after a couple of minutes."

Soldiers beam and look each other with gladness, then leave the scene in unison. When they're far enough, Trigger walks close to the princess, his expression combines both amusement and disgust.

"A cockroach should die like a cockroach, in the rotten guts of mud!" Crouching beside her head, Trigger abruptly forces a piece of stone into Rosa Cossette D'Elise's oral cavity to suffocate her. The war criminal widens her eyes in utter terror, the last thing she sees is an Osean pilot violently stuffing a rock into her mouth.

Trigger carries a suitcase-sized stone from a dozen meters away and places it right on Rosa Cossette D'Elise's face, completely burying her. Then he walks away casually, whistling "Colonel Bogey March" happily.

The End

Ending Theme: Colonel Bogey March Whistle Version (extracted from The Bridge on the River Kwai)