Naval Ace is back, and with a new fic! Hopefully this fic will get updated, unlike my last one. This is my newest fic, and will be the one I will love to write. I'm changing things drastically so that things will get more interesting fast. Well, here's the Prologue for you guys.
Prologue
The sea glistened from the sunlight, and the salty sea air was filled with the sound of seagulls flapping their wings. The mounds of water moved about slowly, peacefully. Time seemed to pass slowly, never to move faster as the portrait kept still. Some seagulls landed on a nearby buoy that tossed and turned in the ocean. The gulls called to each other as the buoy moved slowly through the salty waters. The sun rising ever higher in the sky shined in all its glory, with only a few passing clouds to disrupt its beauty. The puffy, white clouds floated by along the current of a gentle breeze. The scene was serene and calm, with nothing but pure tranquility. Slowly and gracefully, a white ship sailed through the waters, its bow piercing the once calm sea. The small sailboat skimmed the waters and passed the buoy, making the gulls take off and fly away. The boat's mast rose above the ship, holding up a mighty sail which caught the wind in its grasp. A father was at the helm, his young son holding onto the bottom of the helm playfully. The mother was knitting a blanket in the middle of the ship. The scene became calm again, with just the family and their small ship.
"Daddy?" The young boy looked at his father with wondering eyes. The father looked down at his son and smiled.
"What is it son?" The father asked looking back towards the horizon. The son turned back to playing with the bottom of the helm then stopped.
The boy looked back at his father and asked, "Will Omega Land ever return to the way it was before?"
The father hesitated with the question. It had only been a month since the Allied Nations had won, but Omega Land had not fully recovered yet. "Yes, son, it will be back to the way it was before," The father stated, "and it's all thanks to those brave Commanding Officers and their armies."
"Will there be another war?" The boy asked again. This question made the father a little uneasy.
"Let's hope there won't be another war, honey," The mother replied looking up towards them.
The father nodded his head and agreed, "Mother's right, let's hope there won't ever be another war for a long ti-"
The father was interrupted by the distant sound of helicopters. The whirling of the blades slowly grew closer to where they were. The mother stopped knitting and looked around them. The son paid no attention and continued to fool around with the helm, pretending to be a captain. The father looked to the starboard side as the noise grew louder. His eyes grew wider with confusion as lime green helicopters appeared in the distance. Then more figures appeared on the horizon, those of violet colored fighter aircraft. The helicopters grew ever closer, and the father could pick out two transport copters and a flight of battle copters. But these were lime green colored, and they definitely did not look like anything Green Earth would have made. As the helicopters flew overhead, blowing a large gust of wind at the ship, the father turned back to look at the fighters. The violet fighters were also unknown to him, and they started to dive from their high altitude. They began their attack run on the lime copters.
The family watched as bullets sprayed the water. The machine gun fire from the fighters ripped the sea apart, sending bursts of water into the air as the bullets penetrated the surface. Two of the fighters flew right past the copter flight, just as one of the battle copters lost control from a hit to the tail. It spun out of control and careened into a nearby battle copter, destroying both. The wreckage hit the water at high speed, sending a large explosion of water into the air where they crashed. The rest of the flight edged onwards, ignoring the fighters and trying to escape. The fighters sped back after confirming their kills, and continued hunting their easy prey. Four of the fighters hit their afterburners and swooped in for a dive attack. The birds of war dove from the heavens and unleashed their heat seeking payload upon the helpless targets below. The missiles arched up as they approached the copters, and one by one, smashed into them. The flight of battle copters was incinerated by the impact of the missiles. One by one the fiery debris left by the helicopters fell into the ocean and slowly began to sink. The remaining two transport copters jammed their gears and forced themselves to go faster in a vein attempt to reach their destination. The copters disappeared on the horizon along with the fighters, leaving the family wondering if another war was indeed on their heels.
One of the transport copters broke formation to try and act as a decoy for the other one to get away. The fighters took the bait like a fish to a lure and chased down the lone copter. One fighter closed the gap between them and opened up with its machine gun, rattling the helicopter with a spray of led. The helicopter began its decent towards the sea as smoke belched from its engines and siding. The fighter continued its continuous barrage of bullets, smashing into the cockpit and killing off the pilots. The helicopter spun out of control and smashed into the water. The fuselage remained intact, but the transport sank too fast for anyone to get out. With that, the fighters turned around and went after the last transport, which was far away from where the other one crashed. The fighter pilots slammed on their afterburners and began closing the distance between themselves and the lone copter. The fighters spotted the lime green helicopter on the horizon. It was like finding a basket ball in a grassy field; the helicopter's color gave away its position easily. With land slowly coming into view on the horizon, the fighters new they had to knock this last bird down with whatever stones they had left.
All at once, the fighters let their guns bombard the transport copter. The bullets tore through the sides and turned the fuselage Swiss cheese. The transport copter began to belch smoke out of the holes as a fire broke out on the rear rotor. The rear rotor finally ripped off from the weakened copter and sent the copter spiraling to its inevitable fate. The copter smashed into the water, ripping the passenger doors open and sending bodies and a few soldiers into the water. The helicopter slowly sank, but the soldiers who escaped struggled to stay afloat. The fighters came around for one final diving attack, aiming their guns at the soldiers in the water. The guns blazed into action and the water was torn up by shots penetrating the water's surface. A few of the soldiers were hit and began to float face down, with small patched of red water growing around them. The fighters pulled up, sending the water behind their engines into the air. They ignited their afterburners and sped off to return to base before their fuel supply ran out.
"This is Red Leader to aircraft carrier Thor, we have eliminated the targets. I repeat, we have eliminated the targets, over," said the lead fighter pilot as he spoke into his intercom.
"This is Aircraft Carrier Thor, reading you loud and clear. Have you confirmed the elimination of the targets, over?"
"Roger, targets are confirmed destroyed, all seven helicopters have been downed, over."
"Affirmative, return to base Red Leader."
The flight leader waved to his other men on his wing and signaled to follow. The fighters banked left and took off to return to their aircraft carrier. Their afterburners ablaze, the violet fighters sped off back across the horizon. Behind them, the lime green soldiers struggled to stay afloat. One of the soldiers gasped as he kept rising and falling under the water. One of the soldiers looked around and noticed that they weren't far off from a large shoreline. They started to swim towards it, trying to get as close as they could. After a while, they realized their attempt was futile, as they did not have enough stamina to make the long swim. They decided to wait where they were, and hope for the best in a dire situation. It wasn't even noon yet, and they knew they would be there a long time.
Far away, a large cluster of islands lay in the wake of a war. The islands were arranged in a spiral like pattern leading into a long, thin island in the middle of them all and reaching the width of the island cluster. Cities dotted the islands and long sandy beaches stretched around the islands. The water around most of the islands was crystal clear, with beautiful coral reefs nearby. The island clusters were so closely packed, that on the horizon, they would seem to be a large island, but closer, the islands were separated by a small distance. The distance was small enough for a rowboat to go from one island to another in under a few hours. Numerous military installations were in strategic points around the island clusters, a majority of them on the center isle. A larger continent to the east loomed over the cluster of islands. It was more crowded with cities and factories, and the seas around it were tainted with pollution. The air around it was filled with dark clouds from air pollution and acid rain. There were a lot more military facilities on this island, mostly packed together in the center of the island to form one large military installation.
All across this area, there were flights of aircraft, ships, and land units across the islands. These two areas were engaged in war, each with its own reasons for fighting the other. Battleships cannons set beaches and islands aflame with explosions. Bombers pummeled deep targets in enemy territory and fighters took out enemy aircraft. Missiles and tracers filled the air as the west side of the island cluster was live with action. On the island clusters were the lime green forces, fighting to keep their home safe from the invading violet forces. The lime green forces were losing their battles, taking one loss after another. The capital of the lime green forces, which lay right in the middle of the thin island, was a bustle with troops moving into transports to head to other islands. Warships were under construction daily and aircraft were being produced in large numbers. Large numbers of soldiers were turning out to enlist to help defend their country. In the military headquarters near the capital building, a lone Commanding Officer watched over the scene over the sea port through the large, glass window that stretched the length of the room. Troops and vehicles were being loaded into transports to be sent off to the other islands. In the background, islands were aflame and violet aircraft flew at free will above the islands.
The command room was almost empty. There were only a few cushioned chairs and a table to fill the room. A few lights above flickered as aircraft and helicopters roared above. The lone Commanding Officer paced back and forth in the command room, watching over the troops being deployed. His lime green beret held an emblem of a quasar above the left eye. He had a lime green vest over a plain black shirt. On his vest's shoulders were golden chevrons of his ranks as a three star general of the army. He wore dark green pants and brown boots, as he dressed far from formal when on duty. The only formality he had was his beret and chevrons. His black hair poked out the side of his beret and equally matched his black eyes. He stood around an average height with a stern look on his face. He gave out a long sigh as he sat down into a chair, closing his eyes and placing his hand on his forehead. The door to the room opened, and a lime green officer stepped in. The officer hesitated before walking forth towards the commander.
"Excuse me, sir," the officer stated clearly as he stood at attention.
"What is it Major?" the CO asked without moving or looking up.
The officer walked up and placed a report on the table next to him. "The latest reports from the frontline. We've just lost the border islands and the enemy is pushing deeper into our territo-"
The officer was interrupted as the COs fist slammed into the desk. He brought his fist back up and sighed, the officer had jumped back from the COs sudden movement. "I'm sorry, it's just that we can't get any good news around here anymore, ever since Violet Sun started their invasion."
"I agree, sir. Lime Quasar used to look so much more beautiful before the war started, now this enemy is trying to make our beautiful home another territory for production," The officer stated.
"I hate war, but it will always happen whether we like it or not," the CO stated. "We need to win this war and save our home. That's why my brother left, to go find aid. Speaking of which, is there any word on how my brother is doing?"
"No sir, there's still no word on Commanding Officer Vassili Ivanhovant's helicopter convoy's location, and no sign of any reinforcements."
"You don't have to say his name, Major, just call him by his nickname," The CO Stated.
"Yes sir, I'll refer to him as Naval Ace from now on. Read the report, sir, and let me know if you have any further orders to send out," The Major said before saluting, turning around and walking towards the door.
Before he left, the Major turned back to the CO and asked, "CO Alexei?"
"Yes Major?" Alexei replied looking back at him.
"Do you think we will win this war, sir?" The Major asked.
"It's our first experience in war," Alexei commented, "but I'm sure we'll win it."
With that, the Major closed the door, leaving Alexei to his thoughts. He was glad the Major never called him by his nickname. Crazy Technical was an odd nickname, but he just loved the recon technicals. He gave out another sigh and turned back to the scene in front of him. He closed his eyes and thought of his brother.
"He always hated using aircraft," Alexei though. "I just hope he's alright out there."
The sun was setting in Omega land, coloring the sea a nice orange. The sandy beaches were still an empty, and the ocean's waves lapped over each other in harmony. The mounds of water moved about slowly, peacefully, until they reached the shore. The sound of waves crashing over each other was the loudest sound there. Seagulls flapped their wings, flying together across the bay. The clouds had rolled on and were gone from view. On the beach sat a teenaged boy. His golden hair glistened in the light of the setting sun, and his white jacket was torn up at the sleeves. His white pants and brows boots were stretched out in front of him as he lay there. His glove covered hands moved up towards his head and removed the headphones from his ears. He rested his hands behind his head as he gazed at the sky above him and thought about the past events. It had been a few months since Jake had some time to sit alone and think, and a month since the war had ended. As his eyes closed, he remembered back to the third war. This was the exact area where the Blue Moon COs had joined up with Max, Rachel and himself. The bay was named the Bay of Mystery because of the weird things that happen around here. But he didn't feel like exploring what strange things occurred around here. But he thought of another event that happened here today, as he opened his eyes and stared at the clouds again.
Jake thought back to the scene. The time was before sundown, when the sun was near the Horizon. It was still a lit beach with no orange tint to anything yet. The seagulls still flew around, the waves still lapped the beach, and the sounds of peace still enveloped the area. The calm surroundings were just as serene as they were around Jake. But he remembered exactly what happened, and that was the important part. He stood on the beach, gazing out across the sea. Footsteps in the sand sounded behind him. They continued to approach until they stopped when they were right next to him. Jake looked to his right to see his former commanding officer standing there and smiling at him. She still wore her usual red uniform over her white shirt. She kept the top of her uniform unbuttoned except for one and still had the red hat with the yellow star on it. Her golden hair waved in the breeze as she finally decided to say something.
"Hey Jake, what are you doing here?" Rachel asked nicely.
Jake smiled and replied, "I just came here to think."
"About what?"
"The war we just experienced and the times all of us spent together fighting it for Omega Land."
"Oh, I see."
There was a long silence after Rachel spoke last. Jake was feeling a little edgy by the silence. Questions started popping in his mind urging him to tell her. Should he tell her that he loves her? And how would she react? Would she still stick to saying he's like a little brother to her? Jake kept wondering and pondering before he had finally made up his mind. He was going to tell her his feelings today. He can't hold his feelings in any longer. He looked towards Rachel who was staring out at the sea, just like he was earlier. She looked so beautiful to him, and her personality was wonderful to match. He swallowed hard and worked up his courage.
"Um…Rachel?" Jake asked.
Rachel turned her head and smiled at him, "Yes Jake?"
Jake swallowed hard again and looked back into Rachel's eyes. "Rachel….I…I-" A ringing interrupted Jake before he could say anything.
"I'm sorry, could you hold on Jake?" Rachel reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. She flipped it open and brought it up to her ear.
"Hello? …Oh really? Alright, I'll be right there." She placed her phone away and looked at Jake. "I'm sorry Jake, you'll have to tell me some other time, I have to head back to base and overlook a recent report about some explosions in our waters. The report's from a family that was on a ship so it might be a made up story. Bye Jake."
'Darn that report,' Jake thought. Jake watched as she walked off from where he was. He gave out a long sigh as she got into her car and drove off. His heart felt empty and he felt depressed. He sat down on the sand where he was and buried his head in his hands. He looked out to sea again and watched the sun slowly begin to set.
Jake's eyes shot open and he stood up when he thought he heard something unusual. He looked around to see if there was anything unusual. His eyes grew wide as they caught a body on the far side of the beach. The person had a dark green uniform on. He had black boots and wore a lime green officer's cap on his head. On his shoulders were black chevrons with three golden stars n each shoulder. His black hair was still wet from the waves hitting him. The man didn't look as though he was moving at all. Jake got up and ran over to the person. When he reached him, he dropped down and placing two fingers on his neck. He sighed with relief as he felt a pulse. He sat up and turned the man over. He was surprised to see he was in his early twenties like he was. On his uniform was a lime green symbol of a quasar, which was also on his cap. Jake grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him.
"Wake up! Wake up! Aw come on!" Jake yelled at him as he placed him back on the ground. He looked around to see if anyone was around to help, and then he noticed more bodies now floating a shore. These were soldiers dressed in a lime green uniform. There helmets were shaped differently from Green Earth's, and they also had the quasar symbol on their uniforms. Jake could tell immediately they weren't from around here.
Jake got up and ran over to a nearby soldier and tried to wake him up. "Come on, one o you have to be conscious!"
Jake watched as the man spat up water and began coughing. Jake let the man go and watched as he continued to spit up water. When the soldier regained his composure, he looked around and noticed Jake. He then looked around more and saw his comrades lying near him, as well as his commanding officer.
"Excuse me, but who are you?" Jake asked curiously.
"That's none of your business young lad, but thanks for waking me up," The soldiers stated with an accent Jake had never heard before. The soldier walked over and began shaking his comrades, seeing who were alive, and who were dead. One by one the live soldiers began to wake up as the soldier started shaking them. Jake just watched as half of the men woke up and started looking at their surroundings. One of the soldiers approached Jake as the others started to gather around their CO Jake tried to wake up earlier.
"Excuse me, but would you happen to know any military bases around here with hospitals? It would be much appreciated, chap." The soldier stated with the same, strange accent.
"I know where the nearest military base is, I'm a Commanding Officer in these areas," Jake stated, catching all of the soldiers' attention. The soldier who Jake woke up approached him.
"Sorry about what I said before, sir, and can you lead us to this base? Some of our boys are still knocked out but some are messed up badly or dead. A hospital would help the injured ones quite a bit, lad," The soldier declared.
"Of course," Jake said as he held his hand out to shake. "I'm Commanding Officer Jake of the Orange Star Army."
"I'm Master Sergeant Dave Malarkey of the Lime Quasar Armed Forces. It's a pleasure to meet you," The Sergeant stated.
"So you're from Lime Quasar huh? Never heard of that country before," Jake mused as he pulled out his own cell phone.
"Sergeant, Commander Vassili is waking up!" One of the soldiers yelled as the Commanding Officer spat up a load of water. The CO sat up and continued coughing harshly.
"That's great private!" Dave exclaimed as he was glad to see his CO was well.
Jake pulled his Cell Phone out and brought it up to his ear after dialing some numbers. He waited a bit after it started ringing and then a female voice came over the phone.
"This is Rachel," She said over the phone.
"Rach, it's me, Jake!" Jake exclaimed quickly.
"Oh hey Jake, what's going on, I'm kind of busy right now with the report."
"I'll need some ambulances and some APCs to the base ASAP, I have a couple of wounded soldiers and a bunch of soldiers from a place called Lime Quasar."
Well, that's all for the prologue. Hope it hooked you into the story, and I'll try my best to update it as fast as possible. But with all my homework I'm getting, it may take a bit. This is my best fic to hit the net, and you can critique it at will, always like to find ways to improve the fic. Sorry if the Jake's daydreaming thing was a little weird, if you got lost on it. Also, if you're wondering, Lime Quasar soldiers are based on British WWII infantry, but only the infantry are. Thanks for reading!
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