A/N: Well this is my first fic so please give comments and tips.
Disclaimer: If I owned Ace Combat...i would be flying in a F-14 right now....so I dont own it.
Prologue
People say wars can only be won with many forces. The more Weapons, soldiers, and planes count toward you victory count in war. Well many in Osea territory belived that for a while. Ever Since the tragic event of 1995 in Belka. 7 Nuclear Bombs were dropped by Belkan Forces on their own land. The craters now serve as borders between Belkan and Osea. But Belkan never stopped making those bombs. Now in current 2010, the world is at peace. Ties between Osea and Yuktobania were non-hostile. They were little air raids every month. But that changed one day so suddenly. Wardog Squadron of Sand Island was escorting a "secret" cargo plane. But the cargo was actually the president of Osea. Wardog Squadron had fought off most of the enemy aircraft. Then a squadron number 8492nd went and covered the escorting. Wardog went back to Sand Island. But the next day....Yuktobania had declared war on Osea. Wardog had fought off the bombers incoming on their base. A few day later a Pearl Harbor accident happened. But a few weeks later at Kamino Military Air Strip, a captin got a major suprise.
In the office of General Mchan
(bold means The captin)
The General stood up and started to speak.
"Captin Cory Mills of Vulture Squadron. As you may know...a shipment of rooks came in."
"Yes I know about them....what do they have to do with me?" He said with a shock on his face.
"I want you to have five of them....don't give me that look, they supposed to be the best in their class."
Captin Mill went silent for a few moments then looked back up and with a "come-on" look.
"Sigh....I understand sir.. I will train them at 1100 hours next week." He then got up and and slowly went out the door.
"What am I going to do with him...poor rooks, hope they survive his command."
A/N: So...how do you think of it? More on tuesday.