Hey if you're reading this then you hopefully like my story and I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Bare with me, I'm trying to get my characters introduce before the Belkan War starts which is March 25, 1995. Then there will be action and violence and comedy which I love.
Once again I don't own Ace Combat, its characters, names, places, etc., or any of the companies, planes, guns, vehicles, or equipment that I didn't make up myself. For more information see the author notes from the first chapter. Also I'm going to introduce more characters, provide more info about the base and 23rd Auxiliary Fighter Regiment: 172nd Grau Squadron, 173rd Braun Squadron, and 174th Blau Squadron.
Someone please tell me what you think of this story. A review would be greatly welcomed.
Here are more German translations; some are not literal translations.
Nein No, Grau Grey, Braun Brown, Blau Blue, Frau Ms./Mrs./Ma'am, Willkommen: Welcome, Achtung: Attention, Jawohl: At Once/Roger, Mein My, Reisefertig sein:Ready to go, Wehrmacht:Military
Chapter 2: You Two Will Get Along Fine
'No point in putting this off' I thought placing a bookmark in the Fishbed manual. I slipped off my flight suit. Like most pilots I wear the light-grey button collared shirt, and flat-grey pants under my flight suit. I loosened my belt to tuck in my shirt, and then grab a blue-black tie out of the trunk sitting under the window. After straightening my tie I pulled on my flat-grey, officer's jacket with silver-grey trim. I then pulled a brown belt over my jacket that included a silver-chrome clasp, three ammo pockets that each holds two pistol clips, a holster with Sig Sauer P-226, and a bayonet for a H&K G-3.
Examining myself in a mirror I decide this should be good enough to appear before the regiment commander Herr Oberst Gerd Sturmhawke.
I left my room, headed down the hall, and I'm halfway through the common room when I stop. I turn around, head back to my room, and grab my officer's hat, which I'd left behind, off the hook on the
wall. Now I was on my way.
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Finally I arrived on my bike in front of base HQ I walk up to the second floor where the 23rd Officer's offices are kept.
Sitting on a bench outside of Herr Oberst Sturmhawke's office was a girl. She wearing a uniform like my, but she had a skirt, flat-grey like my pants and goes all the way to her ankles. She also had an H&K P-8 and a Leutnant insignia on her shoulder. She had black hair that ran half way down her back, pale skin which made me think she was from the far north, and petite would be the word to describe her body. She was leaning forward and looking down at her feet. Upon noticing me she looked, relieving grey eyes, but looked down when we made eye contact. 'Someone could use those self-help CDs' I thought.
Walking past her I knocked on the Obert's office door and entered. Closing the door I snapped my heels together, stood up straight, and saluted. "Herr Oberst Sturmhawke, Oberleutnant Vogel reporting as ordered" I said in a formal tone.
"Sehr Gut. Did you notice the pilot sitting outside?" he asked in his deep voice. Sturmhawke is about my height, short grey hair with some white, a thick grey mustache, and a few liver spots starting to appear. He was a sharp, but old man.
"Ja Mein Herr."
"She is your new wingman." I asked
"Eh? Uh… mein herr isn't Luftwaffe protocal said wingmen share quarters?"
"Ja and what's your point? "
"She's a girl and I'm a boy. Isn't that against some protocol?" I didn't show it, but I was a little alarmed.
"Nein. I'm sure you two will get along fine. She's too nerves to talk alot and you care too little to talk, it's perfect." He was been in the Luftwaffe too long. Clearly he's going senile at 51. He was getting that look that said 'I'm not getting out of this.' "sigh Is she okay with this?" I asked resigning myself to my fate.
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"Leutnant Mieke Ruhrman, meet your wing leader Oberleutnant Paul Vogel" said Sturmhawke outside of his office. (AN: Mieke is pronounced like mee-kay or I think it is at least, if you've seen Euro Trip you should be well aware of this.)
Mieke stoop up, head leaning down slightly and only occasionally meeting my eyes, she was clearly uncomfortable. I had to look down to look her in the face; she was about three inches shorter than me. I also realized I was wrong about her hair; it was an extremely dark brown, not black. This isn't going to work, but I've got no choice.
"I'll show you your quarter's, just follow me" I said walking to my motorcycle.
In a small voice I heard her said, "Jawohl mein herr."
Once outside I handed her my other helmet and goggles and put my own helmet on. She sat in the sidecar and with a blue ribbon that she pulled out of her skirt pocket and began to tie her hair up. Once her hair was secure in a way that her helmet could fit and her hair wouldn't fly too freely she placed the helmet on her head.
"Reisefertig sein?" I asked starting the engine and ready to head to Blau Squadron quarters. "Ja, mein herr." She said in that same small voice. Shaking my head I said, "I prefer Paul. Oh and Willkommen to the 174th Auxiliary Fighter Squadron or Blau Squadron."
I began to example about our regiment, "The 23rd Auxiliary Fighter Regiment has three squadrons each with various numbers of flights. Each flight contains two wings of two planes. The 23rd is part of 5th Air Division and servers as a relief unit if the main squadrons are overwhelmed. In the mean time we break-in newly trained pilots for the better units in the 5th Air Division. Anyways in our regiment the 172nd Braun Squadron and the 173rd Grau Squadron each have three fighter flights and two fighter-bomber flights. We're the smallest with three fighter flights and an intelligence officer."
I pointed to 13 MiGs sitting on the tarmac painted the same dark sea blue, grey stripe down the middle, white nose, black and yellow up-side-down triangle that is the Belka Wehrmacht insignia, plane numbers in black, and the blue jay on the tail fins.
"Those are our planes. Brand new and replacing the old F-5As we were flying before." She looked up at me in horror. "Freedom fighters?" she asked sounding shocked that anyone would fly a 30 year old plane in any modern air force. "Ja, I don't know why we're getting better planes, but I'm not complaining" I said thinking about today's air patrol.
I pointed to the number 7 plane and said, "That one is mine and the number 8 is yours. There's a manual on your bed and I suggest you read it. I think it's very important to known everything about the plane you're flying."
He seemed nice I think. Tall, brown hair, bright green eyes which seemed much more alive then him, and he is clean cut, he is even be was kind of cute if he wasn't so distant and cold. I remember what Iwas told about him early.
Flashback to early that day in Sturmhawke's office
"Uh… mein herr… isn't it… uh improper for male and female officers to share quarters" I asked in a small voice barely looking at him. 'This doesn't make sense' I thought.
"He's fine, he won't touch you" He paused and looked off somewhere behind me and said like he was talking to himself, "Come to think of it he probably won't even look or talk to you very much." He didn't shift from that position.
I was starting to wonder if Herr Oberst Sturmhawke was too old to be in command or in the Wehrmacht. The silence continued. Starting to get annoyed I asked, "Um… is there anything I should know about my wing leader?"
Herr Oberst was too far gone in his own world and my new squadron leader Herr Major Ludwick von Klugg, a 30 year old man, with his hair pulled into a small ponytail, had to answer my question, "He is a very serious soldier, he has had eight wingmen before you that transferred to better equipped units within weeks of arriving, he's not a touchy-feely person, closes thing to a friend he has is our Intel officer/analysis, if he has family I don't know anything about them, and he is a little insensitive so don't take anything too personally. Aside from that he is a good pilot and in the air he will take care of you."
"I see, danke"
End flashback
"er… mein herr?" I stuttered.
"It's Paul. What do you want?" he asked without looking. He was paying more attention to where he was driving.
"You really want me to call you… er… Paul?" I hoped he could hear me because I said it so quietly.
"I'd prefer it, but I don't care, your going to transfer like all the others." For one moment I thought something in those bright green eyes looked hurt when he said, 'like all the others'. So much for the uncaring bastard I was told about.
"Jawohl. I guess I'm… uh… Mieke them?"
"If you want" he said clearly not caring. Maybe he is an uncaring bastard.
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We pulled up to a single story concrete building. We parked his motorcycle next to a similar one under a piece of sheet metal roof being used as a make-shift garage.
"uh… who does the other motorcycle belong to?" I asked while admiring it.
"Herr Hauptmann Joseph von Klein, unit Intel/Analsys officer" he said.
I was about to touch it, but back off as if I was burned. In the Belkan Wehrmacht, Intelligence Officers not only provide intelligence, but also report 'unpatriotic' soldiers in the Wehrmacht to the Grey Man (AN: I don't really understand what these Grey Men did during the Belkan War, they were mentioned in AC5 by Pops, so in my story there a secret police force. If it bothers anyone too much I'll try to create a new name). Intel Officers could be extremely dangers people if you were on their bad side.
I then realized that Paul was gone.
"Hey! Are you gonna just stand there or are you coming inside?" Paul yelled.
"Coming!"
Blau Squadron's quarters had one square building, a smaller square building attached on one side, and long rectangle building attached on the opposite side. The large square building was a common room with a T.V. and some arm chairs and couches. A few book shelves stood on the opposite side of the room from the entrance and a few more chairs by the shelves. To the left was a kitchen area with a shove, microwave, refrigerator, cabinets, and a sink. To the right was a laundry room with washer and drier. The walls were painted white and the floor was covered with a cheap blue carpet. The wall also had a chalkboard that listed the squadron's pilots and call signs, my name not on there yet, but I saw Paul write Leutnant Mieke Ruhrman on the chalkboard. Paul is called Grey Wolf, my flight lead is Blue Raven, and someone named Krauss is Question Mark. In addition to the chalkboard there were pictures of past pilots, planes, and outlines of Osean, Yuktobonian, Ustian, Sapin, and Belkan planes. There was also the Belkan flag and Blau Squadron flag.
"I like the unit flag it's kinda cute" I said mostly to myself.
"Really?" said a voice behind me the made jump. I'd forgotten Paul was still in the room.
Acting like nothing happened he said, "uh… our… er… room is this way."
Entering the room I saw my name was on the door below his. The room had white walls and blue carpet like the rest of the building. I was relieved that Paul didn't keep bikini calendars, dirty posters, or pornographic magazines. He just kept a fighter plane calendar, a motorcycle poster, a radio and computer on his desk, and books on the desk and in the nook by his bed. 'He must read a lot' I thought judging by the number of books around the room. I the bathroom was an electric razor, deodorant 'thank god', toothpaste, toothbrush, soap, and cheap shampoo.
I saw that Paul was taking his jacket off and tie and I started to panic. "YOU NOT UNDRESSING, ARE YOU!?!" I screamed. He looks at me like I was crazy and simply said, "Just taking off myofficer's jacket, tie, gun, and boots."
He did just that and climbed onto the top bunk and starting reading something like he didn't have a care in the world. To cover my embarrassment I started to unpack my things that someone kindly delivered here early.
"Paul?"
"Ja… uh… um… what was your name again?" he asked without looking at me.
"Mieke. You… er… might want to remember that because this is a permanent assignment." That got his attention more than when I screamed early. I felt what little courage to continue conversation die with that and I sat down on my bed and started to read the manual for the MiG-21 bis aka 'Fishbed'.
'PERMANENT ASSIGNMENT!' I thought while breaking into a cold sweat. 'Calm down. Calm down. Calm down. She's only a girl. She's a pilot like me only shorter and smells nicer and shiner hair and different body parts and… UUHGGG!'
Hours Later
Fortunately, everyone had gone into town for drinks and I wouldn't have to explain Mieke yet. I wasn't mentally prepared for that. I had just calmed down from my silent, but intense panic attack.'Everything will be okay' I told myself, 'at least I'm not attracted to her. Come to think of it what kind of girl am I attracted to?' And with that I kept thinking until I fell asleep.
To Be Continue
German Heer and Luftwaffe Officer Ranks from lowest to highest: Leutnant: 2nd Lieutenant, Oberleutnant: 1st Lieutenant, Hauptmann: Captain, Major: Major, Oberstleutnant: Lt. Colonel, Oberst: Colonel, Brigadegeneral: Brigadier General, Generalmajor: Major General, Generalleutnant: Lt. General, General: General
Knowing me there are spell errors I missed so help me out if you can. I still open to ideas here. I don't know about you, but I personally enjoy this last part. Oh and if you haven't guessed I going for a romance story, but I'm not very confident in my knowledge of romance.
Okay maybe I do know what to do, but I would love to hear other people's ideas. I would also help if you give me character ideas:
1. Name, German name if you can (Belka is based on Germany)
2. Brief description, age, height, hair and eye color, and any defining physical appearances
3. Personality (I can do some of it myself, but other people idea would be nice)
4. Role in my story (please keep in mind I have some roles fill already)
I can't promise I'll do what you want, but I would really appreciate character ideas as long as it doesn't clash too much with my story.
Respectfully
J. H. Kamiya