Brief explanation: sochrain encompasses the entirety of Egypt, Sudan, chad, and niger.

1937...

The Republic of sochrain, an advanced nation way ahead of its time located right below Libya, never shared its tech with anyone, they built wonders like the first-ever jet engines, and they built jets that broke the sound barrier almost unheard of for their time, their cities we're prosperous and the issue of racism, diseases we're all but wiped out, their armies advanced and able to fight at night, their tanks moved quick with a canon that could punch through the armor of everything it faced, its cities filled with happy faces and children singing their anthem, birds chirping...then it all changed...

1936...

The republic was peaceful...not much had happened in the republic, but it was about to change, spy planes were being sent out to monitor the Spanish civil war, and those planes relayed information back towards the republic, which chose not to send military aid towards the non-fascist side as of yet, but that quickly changed as the situation devolved further they sent a few trainers over.

1937

The trainers arrived on the communist side wanting to oppose Germany and Italy, but the communist troops proved to be too stupid to train and were a hassle to keep them motivated due to their lack of modern equipment.

1938

As the war was fastly approaching its end, finally sochrain pilots flying the F-4 Phantom II were sent out to survey the situation, there they fired the first-ever air-air missile towards a BF-109E causing it to be shot down in a blaze, there the pilots also proved that their jet aircraft was vastly superior towards anti-air guns and other aircraft that could barely catch up to their supersonic speeds

Here we meet our first character and a hero by Sochrain standards

2nd Lieutenant, Perth 'spark' gost

The scent of jet fuel was prevalent in the air...4 phantoms all laid out next to each other suddenly lit their engines up, ground crews were going all around them as they gave the thumbs up to the pilot and his backseater 3rd lieutenant, Nathaniel 'boombox' Greens, the backseater or RIO as they called it was clicking off buttons and running through the checklist once done the phantoms started taxiing towards the runway, they had been equipped with AIM-9Gs and sparrows.

Soon it was Perth's turn, he lit the engine and rolled off the runway going full afterburner "spark in the air!" His teammates said through the radio, he chuckled "when are you gonna grow up Tross?" He replied on the radio as his backseater laughed they got into formation with his squadron he was the leader as he went in front of them "diamond formation make it snappy", the 3 jets immediately followed his orders they went into a diamond formation around him "alright we'll link up with a tanker 60 nautical miles in then we continue towards Spain, pretty normal mission all things considered." He said with a calm in his voice 60NM in...linked up with tanker moving towards Spain 10NM away T-minus 20 minutes. He wrote down everything in his logbook as the jets followed every turn and eventually reached the battle zone.

"8 BF-109s 12 o'clock low at...4 miles..." Nathanial called out "copy that break formation and lock em up", the phantoms broke the diamond formation as they locked the BF-109s and fired a sparrow for each one, the BF-109s saw the threat but it was too late, suddenly 8 cracks were heard as a fireball and flaming debris fell out of the sky.

"Oh shit! BF-109 12 O'clock low! He's right in front of us!" Nathan called out as his radar almost failed to pick up the last one but was saved by the quick thinking of Perth turning the aircraft left as the prop flew past them with a hail of bullets "Draco 1, merged with a BF-109!", The prop kept going up and eventually leveled itself as the pilot went in for another attack the phantom turned on its afterburners and pointed up towards the attacker and fired an AIM-9G from the front as it locked the props engine signature, but it failed to connect and went right past the target due to being way too close, he yanked his stick right as MG fire went past the jet and hitting the tip of the phantoms wing, he sped up using the afterburners distance and turn around faster then the BF-109 "got a lock! Fox-2!" The AIM-9G went off the rails and hit the BF-109 cutting off its tail and a part of its wing "splash-1 109!", Perth called out as he fist bumped his backseater "good shit let's stay here for a couple while longer before RTB got it?".

They went around finding prey and pouncing on them, any lightly armored plane and shooting them down or scaring them away they ended up with a tally of 16 kills spread across all of them. turned back around as their fuel was running low they went back towards base encountering zero issues.

Sochrain capital, hestuvo 1 year later.

In the middle of the city sat a white palace with decorations and guards all around it, it looked like the white house but old, in the castle, the president was sat at a long meeting table, he awaited his chief of defense to enter, once he did, he began briefing him to the situation.

"The Spanish civil war is lost, get all the trainers back ASAP, and forget about the politicians from Spain they are not worth it"

"Sir!" The chief replied "we can't just leave them, they are important asse-" he was interrupted by the president

"No, I will not risk losing any of our technology to them, we do not have a navy yet but they do, if we try and smuggle them into our country they will find out that we're involved." The president ordered adamantly

"What about helicopters?" The chief asked again

"Helicopters won't do us any good, their airspace is covered by old radars and fighters can easily catch up to them, cargo planes meanwhile, it could work but I don't want to risk losing them towards flak, get a single plane and disguise it as a passenger liner, land it at an airport, and extract republic personel that is your order."

The chief sighed as he got out of his chair and bowed "yes sir, I'll get to it immediately"

September...just a few months later

Nazi Germany's declaration of war reached the entire world including the republic, they were furious and called up the fuhrer demanding that he retract the declaration of war or there will be unforeseen consequences but they were laughed at by the german state, in response they told them to prepare themselves if they were to invade Libya.

Then mid-1940...

The fall of France, therefore marked the republic as allied, almost immediately bombers were caught intruding into their airspace with HE-111s and various other Italian bombers, and, Stukas, it seemed that Germany wanted another blitzkrieg but they weren't getting it, patriot systems went online as they fired their missile at the horde of bombers, Tunguska, on the other hand, shredded any low flyer and Stukas, only some managing to escape the onslaught of 30MM fire, residential buildings we're hit, as plane debris fell towards the ground hitting buildings, the night was relentless, as Tunguska crews expended all their ammunition and patriots ran out of missiles, what seemed like 4 wings of aircraft was destroyed.

The ground war on the other hand.

Tunisia was the spearhead of an Italian offensive, the troops stationed in Libya were notified and went into action, as their tanks rolled up to the frontlines to intercept the tiny L3/33s their 50 cals opened up as a HEAT shell was fired off, and struck an L3/33 causing the front plate to crack and the entire vehicle to explode, as infantry posted up in trenches fired upon the Italian advance causing massive casualties as their optics provided superior accuracy compared to iron sights, as their marders rained 20MM rounds, wiping out everything else, the Italian soldiers routed as their equipment was utterly obliterated.

Then after a few days, the shelling began, and mortar strikes and howitzer strikes began landing at friendly lines immediately a platoon of SPGs zeroed in on the artillery pieces and started blowing them up eventually they ran out of ammo and had no choice but to await their impending doom on the hands of an Italian-german 2nd wave.

Private, Dave Wolinski, 1st Libyan regiment

"we're stuck here holed up waiting for reinforcements, there was no way our tanks could last that long...our IFVs were lightly armored so they were only equipped to deal with 50 cals, 20 mils, and so on...our best bet right now is holding up till the 2nd army swoops In to help us, may god help the enemies, may god provide us the strength to fight them and protect our homeland and friends."

He wrote all of that in his journal as he was called back up to the front he grabbed his M60 and headed up into a pillbox he loaded 7.62x51 into his M60, these belts have tracer rounds every 5th round, he grabbed his cross and put it in his gloved palm, he prayed as he heard the sounds of german tanks and Italian tanks rolling up he saw the entire army pushing, as artillery shells started landing all around him he began firing onto the infantry, as marders picked up the targets and started opening fire their 20 mils ripping light tanks to shreds.

He opened fire as the sound of machine gun and rifle fire was prevalent across the line, M16 rifle fire was heard all across the trenches, then an artillery shell struck an M48 dead on and caused the tank to be knocked out the barrel structural integrity was ruined as the crew abandoned their tank and took shelter in the trenches, meanwhile David was in the heat of it as a panzer 3 opened fire and hit his pillbox thankfully he survived and kept firing an ATGM zipped across the battlefield and hit the panzer 3 causing it to cook off, he kept firing in short bursts at the nearby infantry who was scattered, now they we're dangerously close to him, he knew soon his position would be overrun he reloaded quickly, as he heard german behind him he took his M60 and slung it around firing at the entrance leading into his pillbox as soon a panzer 2 ran over his trench.

Deciding quickly he ran out as his helmet rattled, he saw an entire squad of Italians and germans he composed himself as he opened fire, his dead squadmates were around him as a constant stream of germans kept pouring in and eventually, he was overrun and stabbed by a bayonet after his M60 jammed due to an overheat.

- Dave Wolinski 1921-1940

The battle soon ended with heavy casualties on both sides, the victors decided to be the defenders as there were only 234 left after the attack, but they were soon reinforced with the 2nd army rolling in with more tanks as they prepared for an advance towards the german HQ, the entire army was up for it as soon as the plan was drafted up.

10,000 soldiers were all split into 10 battalions of 1000 soldiers each, almost all of them included 4-5 armored platoons, they would all conduct a massive frontal charge under air cover, and all of the preparation was done in under 2 days, as phantoms loaded up with air-air missiles and bombs were being loaded up with fuel and taking off the ground forces started their marders and M48s.

Libyan border, airbase specter, 2322

A Huey was being loaded up with elite troopers hailing from the 3rd air assault regiment, the engines spooled up to life, as phantoms rolled off the taxiway and lifted off their engines burning a light yellow hue in the dark desert night, the hueys lifted off as the last of their troops gets loaded, fortunate sons was played over the loudspeakers as they got close to their objective.

A nazi fortress lay right in front of them as the F-4s went above them and dropped all of their payloads causing massive damage to the fortress and destroying a couple of flak guns, in the front leading the charge was 5 vipers protecting the group of over 16 hueys, "alright people listen up! In 5 minutes were hitting a fortress, this won't be easy but this is the fastest and cleanest way command can think of, aside from utterly blowing this place up with artillery but that'll cost us more, so we're sent in, it's protected by a regiment of 530 men, I know this is the first time you've seen combat for some of you but we are elite air assault! We can do this! For the federation!", The air assault regiment flew in as the vipers got the first few kills destroying a wirbelwind and a panzer IV H, then a 23MM flak gun caught one of the vipers' attention it stopped in mid-air as it stared down the crew of the flak gun and fired its minigun tearing up the crew and the gun.

With multiple squads landing at once, the plan was to encircle the entire fortress, 4 hueys for each side as they landed they saw the carnage that the vipers and phantoms caused the troops were amazed by the destruction as they made their way up towards the castle walls, the fighting was fierce and what was left of the german defenders put up a good fight with MG34s in what felt like every corner, as grenade launchers were being shot at the defensive positions, the nazis were on their last legs and holed up in a building, with federation troops quickly surrounding them, and prepared their M60s to rip apart the entire house, as all of the vipers went into position 3 words from the loudspeakers we're uttered "surrender yourselves now!", The germans waved a white flag as they got out one by one with their arms up and guns were thrown to the ground the commander smiled as he ordered his men to capture them and bring them to a POW camp.

The soldiers started counting out prisoners of war as a Huey landed in the courtyard to pick them up, the air assault unit expected their ground forces to arrive soon and they did, M48s and logistics trucks came rolling in through the front gate. The airborne unit led them to a motor pool as hueys and vipers circled the area, the commander of the entire operation clapped as he went towards the fortress commander's office and as he opened it, he saw a dead nazi general who killed himself with cyanide, he pushed him off his chair and scoured the office to find any useful intel.

Meanwhile...

Cairo, sochraina major city, airbase codename: lighthouse, 23:42

Perth who was at this point one of the only pilots who had seen combat before the war started and engaged in a dogfight, at the end of the Spanish civil war he managed to rack up 5 kills making him an ace, but right now his mission was to patrol the Mediterranean, his friend Nathan called him up to his F-4 to run a systems check "hey! Sup man! Look next week we're getting brand new jets called F-14s, they're like the aardvarks we use but more maneuverable, so we need to run a systems diagnostics and send it to the scrapyard" Nathan explained at Perth, to his utter disappointment his old lady was being replaced, he sighed then hopped in running a systems diagnostics check, then the alarms sounded "all fighters scramble immediately! A formation of 24 bombers have been spotted coming in from the north!", The speakers sounded off.

they were the only ones on their planes and turns out they were loaded hot "so...scramble?" Nathan asked Perth as he just nodded they both got in their seats and quickly took off, they had to put on their oxygen masks midflight as they reached altitude "Nathan you see anything?" And with a few seconds of silence Nathan responded "yeah bomber formations up ahead...weird 4 planes just broke off..their speed is the same as our 1st gen fighters", Perth perked up as he looked behind him "you sure?!" He asked his radar operator, Nathan simply replied with a nod, he contemplated for a second then decided to go all in.

he turned on the afterburners and noticed 4 jets above them "they're above us!" Nathan told Perth as he looked up knowing their in a disadvantage at every turn "okay it's fine they're not turning just yet-" Perth said with confidence then he looked back up again and saw them turning into him "you just had to say it?" Nathan said as he relayed on the radio channel for friendly units "this is Draco-1 requesting support, enemy 1st gen fighters spotted, I repeat enemy 1st gen fighters, requesting support on my coordinates.", Nathan got jolted as Perth violently threw the aircraft into a roll barely avoiding the 4 262s diving on him, he yanked his stick back as the jet began to go up, his infrared seeker for the sidewinder turned on.

He managed to get one far enough from his nose to fire an AIM-9G, it tracked the target perfectly and exploded on the tail causing the aircraft to spin out and go into an uncontrollable dive, "splash-1!-" before Perth could finish Nathan cut him off "one right on our ass! Oh, shit he's firing!" 30MM cannon fire went past them, as a single shell hit their wing the aircraft was shaking with every twist and turn, soon the other 2 went in for the killing blow, only to be denied by perths quick thinking that let him get out of the situation "pPerth Do something we're dead if you don't!", He thought as he evaded everything then he remembered something, he pushed the stick back as it pulled the jets into a vertical "yyou'regoing to stall us pPerth" Nathan said as perth kicked the rudder to the right reaching the climax of his climb he fell back down and saw only 2 of them having 0 speed as their engines stalled he locked on with an AIM-9G and fired it as it went off the rails and hit the cockpit shredding the pilot, for the next one he turned on his afterburners as he swapped to his 20MM, and with one trigger pull the left wing of the 262 along with its engine was eviscerated "last ones smart he's pulling us into a turn fight, and we have no missiles left, i say we outrun him perth", perth just stayed silent as he pulled into the turn fight, using his superior thrust to make the 262 bleed all of his speed giving him an easy shot, and he pulled the trigger holding it down for half a second absolutely destroying the 262, "fuck yeah! That was awesome!", The onboard radio went live as nathan was about to tell everyone of their victories the voice of the base commander was heard "draco-1 return to base right now, let the other fighters deal with the bombers!" the sound of a very pissed commanding officer was heard through the radio, Nathan just chuckled and spoke into the radio "copy that sir returning to base...", They fist bumped each other and went straight back towards base, after landing they recieved an ass chewing of a lifetime...but the media came in to save them as news of the nazi superpower gaining jets were spread around and how it would be of no concern towards the military and they would simply produce smarter pilots like Perth now his tally was 9 kills in total.

Perth arrived at a bar where he was immideatly greeted with warm cheers from his fellow airman and Nathan who got there first, he laughed as he went and ordered a beer and pulled out some money only to have his money refused and that everything he ordered tonight will be free, he cheered the barkeep and went to sit down next to Nathan "So what's next?", Nathan asked as Perth just chuckled "well, I'm approaching retirement but knowing policy they'll keep me for as long as the war will be going, and have me start up a school or something, we are the only people that took out first generation jets." Nathan shrugged

"You? Retiring? That'll never happen, and we're both going to be transferred to the F-14 next week, heard rumors that the engines sucked and there were a lot of flameouts during barrel rolls and high G shit."

Perth chuckled as he drank his beer, he sighed "alright I'm going to go sleep, don't get too drunk Nathan", Nathan drank more beer as he got patted on the back by Perth, Perth catched a taxi for a ride back home, he put his pilot's jacket down on his couch, he went straight to his bed as he fell asleep in minutes.

He opened his eyes to an F-4 cockpit the HUD was still on he checked his surroundings but was shocked when he looked over to his right and saw the wing was hanging on by a thread and air was flowing into the cockpit, his oxygen mask was off as shrapnel blew off one of the straps, he felt his nose bleeding and peered over to the altitude indicator, they were steady then looked over behind him there Nathan lying over limped on his RIO chair with his helmet visor cracked and blood coming from his neck.

Then he woke up, he took in the situations around him, he was in his apartment as he looked out to see the skies of Libya and breathed a sigh of relief, he went made himself some coffee and went to his airbase.

There for an entire week, nothing big happened till he was called to the commander's office and was told 2 things, "pack your bags, and you're transferring to the navy" during the long intermission between the Spanish war and WW2, sochrain had built up 3 nuclear-powered carriers and around 25 heavy missile cruisers and 40 destroyers alongside their 78 heavy frigates.

The next week they received their F-14s the airbase they were using was transformed into a naval landing training ground, Nathan got in his RIO seat and turned on the radar flicking a few switches as he turned the radar to standby mode, he peered over to Perth and gave him the thumbs up to signify he was ready, Perth nodded as the ground crew unhooked everything that was keeping the plane in place, he went to the taxiway, and into the runway, he turned on the afterburners as the jet flew across the runway they were both forced into their seats, the next challenge was landing back and catching the 2nd wire.

They breathed as Perth lined up the plane perfectly and landed a 2-wire landing Nathan clapped "good shit! 2-wire landing!", the jet stopped dead in its tracks the wire catcher was lifted up and away from the wires as they went back into place for the next tomcat, he taxiid the plane very carefully and into his spot.

next day they were transferred to the new RNS Draconis the biggest and heaviest aircraft carrier at the time using nuclear power.