-Retaliation-

Falmart Calendar, 1291

Fort Harling

It was a rainy day at Fort Harling and all the soldiers including Princess Cossette and Colonel McKinsey have gathered around the Gate as a coffin was carried by Osean Military personnel. Basilisk team stood at the front of the Truck where the coffin would be loaded up as they saluted.

As the coffin was put inside the bay of the truck, Basilisk had a last chance to say their final goodbye to their fallen comrade, starting with Mitchell.

"I... I'm sorry... i'm sorry i couldn't keep you alive. I hope you forgive me". With that Mitchell jumped down and wiped a tear of his face as he stood in parade rest next to the truck.

Next up was Nans, "I'll see you in the afterlife. I hope you'll wait for us there", he said and gave the coffin lid a gentle tap. Jumping down he also stood next to Mitchell in parade rest.

"Hey lad", began Dawson as he held a hand onto the lis of the wooden coffin, "I'm not really good at this stuff... but Semper fi soldier".

Elmar was next in row and climbed up to the truck and gave the coffin a gentle tap, "Sorry man... i'm really sorry", was what Elmar said and then also jumped down.

"We will avenge you... we will get these assholes", announced Sabrina and held her hand on the coffin before jumping down.

"Basilisk Squad, ATTENTION!", ordered Mit hell as the Osean Federation Flag was carefully placed over the Coffin. Basilisk members and all the others on base made a salut as Motorola's coffin was driven through the Gate.

-Retaliation-

Falmart Calendar, 1291

Captain Nickolas Preston, Trigger

Fort Harling

I opened the door for Cossette as she entered the small building. We both slumped onto the bed as she nuzzled her head into my chest. I felt how her shoulders started to rock up and down from her light sobs.

"Hey...", I began while stroking her blonde hair. She looked up at me with tear stained eyes. She sniffled lightly before dropping her head back into my chest.

"This is War... things like these happen", i said as i kept stroking her hair. Her head flung up as she glared at me.

"What the fuck do you think you're talking about. I have seen war! I have seen the horrors of it. Don't treat me like I have no idea what's happening out there just because you have some medals on your chest!". I just sat there shocked, looking into her sapphire eyes.

After she realized what just came out of her, her face turned from angry, into confused before bursting into a waterfall again. She laid her head in my chest again while apologizing again and again.

"It's okay... it's okay", I said as i kept her head, "we're all on edge right now. I understand you love...".

After some time she calmed down and we laid in the bed, side by side. I had my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me as we just laid there, trying to sleep.

"Will they question us?", she asked in a low voice, almost inaudible.

"Yeah... yeah for sure. Some OIA guys will come over here and try to find out what happened there and then they'll inform Palmer on how to retaliate. They will question you too".

"I'm scared Nick...", she said in that same voice, "Scared that they will find out, find out about us".

I snorted in response, "I'm pretty sure they all know already by now", I replied.

"How come so?", she asked, shock written all over face. I turn to my right, facing her. "I had a nice little chat with Hudson the other day", i began and saw how a frown edged it's way across her face, "And there he revealed that they all know. The OIA people know, they knew it from the beginning". I explained. I intentionally left key parts out, for example the fact that they are using me to gain leverage over her, or just to manipulate her. I'm still not sure if the whole government knows this or just the OIA. I know that these agency guys have their own fare share of secrets not even Palmer knows about. Hell i'm not even sure if Harling knew any of those secrets.

"So, you're telling me. Your government knew that we were a thing, from the beginning? And they did nothing to... you know, IMPRISON YOU?", she asked perplexed.

"I guess not, maybe they saw no harm in this relationship so they let it slide, who knows what's happening in Oured".

"Uhh, you maybe? Dumbass, you are from Oured", she stated with a light frown.

"Only because i'm from Oured, does not mean i know the Federation's secrets and neither does it mean that my dad is a Politician", i replied with a slight edge to my voice. Thankfully she didn't hear it or just decided to ignore itas her face expression didn't change.

"Well... is he?", she asked with an raised eyebrow. I now had a deadpanned look as i replied, "No of course not! My dad was a Fighter Pilot. He fought in the Belkan war... and died there".

I saw the gears turning inside her head as she though of something, "Wait... the 1995 Belkan war?". I nodded, "But this means...".

"Yup, he died in the same year when i was born".

Suddenly a knock at the door interrupted our little deep talk. We both stared at the door when it creaked open and Avril's head popped in. "Cossette?".

My eyes widened as i stared into the Mechanics eyes. She stared into mine with the same face expression.

"T... Trigger?!", she screeched. I panicked and jumped up, ran up to the door and pulled her in. Hoping no one heard her scream my Tac Name.

"What are you doing here?!", i whisper yelled.

"Me? What are you doing here?!", Avril countered.

"I'm with my...", I began but cut myself off as i saw a smirk forming across her face. "Avril, what are you doing here?!", i asked again.

"First off all things, the guys at the HQ are searching for you. And secondly, i'm looking for my best girlfriend", she said.

"Your girlfriend?", i asked, confused. "Wait... HQ is looking for me?!". I panicked and jumped into overdrive as i ran up to Cossette, gave her a little peck on the lips and bolted out of the room.

"I'm so fucked", i exclaimed while running full speed towards the HQ building.

"Hey Trigger!", called a soldier as i ran past him. I waved him back and kept running, until i ran into someone. We both fell to the ground and i heard him groan.

"Fuck... sorry man. Didn't see ya", i said and tried to stand up but felt how a hand held me down. I spun my head around and paled when i saw the person holding me down. "Shit...", i muttered under my breath before a fist connected with my face.

My vision went dull for a second and i fell backwards onto the ground again. "Ahh... fuck", i held the spot where the fist hit me and groaned as a shadow loomed over me.

"Hello... Trigger". It sounded like my name was spat out as it if was poison.

"Hey... Pete", i said, groaning.

"You mother fucker", he said and kicked me into the stomach. I coiled up in pain and spar out some blood.

"Not the welcome- oof", he cut me off with another kick into the stomach. "You have the right to remain the fuck silent. Mother fucker".

"Pete, please... wait- aaaghh", he just kept going on Kicking and Punching me until i heard a soft thud and then the MPs yelling.

"Stay the fuck down!". These voices sounded like angels to me as i stayed coiled up in the fertile position.

Knocker also laid there with a bloodied nose and his hands stretched out as the MP aimed his HK-416 at the Navy pilot.

I heard some more voices approaching before everything went Black

-Retaliation-

Falmart Calendar, 1291

Captain John Mitchell, Basilisk

Fort Harling, HQ, Commander McKinsey's office

"Captain, i want you to know, some OIA guys will come over the Gate and interrogate you, your team, both the princesses and their respective advisors and the Erusian Survivor", announced McKinsey.

Mitchell and Nans sat across from him, bandaged and bruised. "What about Hudson, they ain't interrogating him?", asked Nans.

McKinsey laid his face into his palms and groaned loudly. "Do i look like OIA to you, sergeant? How the fuck should i know?", Said McKinsey, his voice is a indicator for the mood the Colonel is in right now.

Suddenly the door bursted open and a MP came in, panting heavily.

McKinsey and the two Marines stared at him. "Colonel... Preston... Captain Preston got Jumped". McKinsey's eyes widened up to comical proportions. "Where is he?".

-Retaliation-

Falmart Calendar, 1291

Captain Pete Erholtz, "Knocker", Golem Squadron

Fort Harling, HQ, Interrogation room 2

The pilot sat inside the room, on the chair where he was secured with Shackles to a steel Table. Two MPs stood at the entrance, armed with the Osean defense force standard issue HK-416, a Belkan classic.

Suddenly the door opened and a well suited, black haired, clean shaven man stood in the doorway. He nodded towards the two MPs and the two in return left them alone.

"Captain Pete Erholtz", the man let the name repeated the name, letting it roll over his tongue several times before he dropped a suitcase onto the table. He opened the bag and produced a stack of files before stowing the suitcase under the table.

"My name is Agent Daniels". Knocker just huffed at the statement.

"Agent, huh? Send one of the pencil pushers here".

Daniels ignored the snide remark and kept on with the formal state department procedure they had to go through, "Alright, Captain. Why in the name of FUCK, did you think it was a good idea to attack Captain Nickolas Preston, without any clear reason, and in brought daylight at that? What went through your head?".

Pete stayed silent and just glared at the agent in front of him.

After some moments, the agent sighed, "Listen, captain. I have all the time in the world. I can do this for days. I'm not sure if you can though", said the agent with a pointed glare.

Pete perked up at that and glared back at the agent, "What are you saying?", asked the Navy aviator.

"Your squadron out there. I can throw you into a Federal prison with a beautiful sight towards Oured, while your Squadron gets dissolved and the pilots split up into other Squadrons".

Pete's eyes widened and the Agent smirked, clearly happy with the outcome of his threat. "So? What's it going to be?", asked Daniels.

"Fine. I attacked him because he deserved it". Agent Daniels perked up at that, raising an eyebrow. "How that? Did he insult you, did he attack you first?", asked the Agent curiously.

"No, neither of both. It's just... just that he murdered Harling and destroyed my and his squadron leaders life. Neither Clown nor me could rank up because of his fuck up. Shepherd was about to dishonorably discharge us".

Agent Daniels deadpanned at the explanation, "One of them, huh?", he sighed and rested his face on his hands. "What do you mean?", asked Knocker, slightly on edge.

"There are several reports, from both Pilots, and Politicians, including cameras that where mounted on the fighters and filming all that ordeal, that clearly show, Preston is innocent. It was an Erusian F/A-18 Super Hornet that was spoofing our IFF and thus shot down Harling".

Pete crossed his arms, "And what about us?", he asked.

"All consequences that where laid on all participants in this incident where lifted, from everybody. The judge and the guys up top who made the decision where discharged dishonorably. I guess no one told you, and over all, this is still no reason to beat the poor man up so bad that he landed in the Hospital. What kind of Moron are you?".

"You don't understand", muttered Pete, while fiddling with his finger nails.

The Agent suddenly stood up and slammed his palms against the iron Table, "Make me! Make me understand Captain", he yelled with his face growing red in anger.

The Navy aviator flinched slightly at the outburst and slowly shifted his gaze to look the Agent into the eyes. "Make me Understand Captain, because i have no problem with locking you up in a cell. The majority of Oseans surely don't either since you just attacked the god damn guy who ended the Lighthouse war. All Odds are stacked against you. It's your choice, talk or end up in a Osean Prison in the middle of nowhere". Agent Daniels' threat definitely hit home as Pete shifted in his seat, clearly fighting against his pride here.

"You have to understand, everything going past that day went down hill for Captain Cassell and me. We had to fight our way through tons and tons of bureaucracy bullshit until we were finally let go. The suits in Oured said quote, We failed that Rookie, and thus we were sent back to Fort Grays, we were grounded, both of our squadrons until the Airforce and Navy needed Pilots, only then they reactivated us. Until then, I went out of my way to blame Trigger for all that happened, just because he couldn't control that damned trigger finger of his".

Agent Daniels nodded after the explanation, chewing the inside of his cheek, he thought about how to proceed with all of this, then a question popped into his mind. "What about Captain Cassell, what did he do? Did he also blame Captain Preston?", asked the agent as he sat back down and clasped his hands together in front of his mouth.

"No... he, for what ever reason, still believes in Trigger. He didn't blame Trigger. From the beginning he was one of the last guys still believing in his innocence. Only because of him, and his Vipers camera footage, we could definitely prove his innocence. No wait, he, could prove it, since all of us gave up on the thought".

The Agent let out a long sigh and dropped his head, shaking it in disappointment. "Listen here fuckhead, you are lucky that i'm on a schedule here. And you're even more lucky to not have Special Agent Hudson as your interrogator. Anyways, i have other soldiers to interrogate and thus i have no time for childish bullshit like this. If something like this happens again, don't bother waiting for a trial, because then you will most Likely have Hudson interrogating you". With the warning spelled, Agent Daniels nodded and left the room, seconds later the MPs came in and undid Pete's shackles and then they escorted him outside the HQ.

-For the Land-

Falmart Calendar, 1291

Prince Zorzal

Falmart, Sadera, Royal Palace

"My Lord, the siege to take back Itallica failed. Our air raid, targeting the enemy Base also failed. Both attempts where stopped by the enemy's iron Wyverns".

Molt sat in his throne and listened intently. He knew, taking the enemy base was nearly impossible, especially with the current weaponry his Military is wielding. He expected the Air raid to fail, and fail they did. Miserably.

The siege on Itallica should have been a victory though. He sent over 50000 of his men over there. The Iron Wyverns the Enemy wields is getting more and more annoying.

Suddenly, with a loud and booming noise, the massive doors of the Throne room flung open and his son and Heir entered with a column of his maids and Slaves. His most beloved slave being a white haired Bunny girl, clad in a brown bag of sorts. All of his slaves where clad like this, but that bunny girl had something to her, a sort of aura radiating from her.

The other Slaves where all Falmarties, ranging from various Demi-Humans, over normal slaves bought and the two newcomers. They where two girls, one with dark brown hair and the other with glistening blonde hair. Both of them didn't look to be older than 15 and both of them looked horrible. Bruises, blood, various bodily fluids and more covering their frail bodies.

"Father! What am i hearing, our men failing? This is not acceptable!", he yelled.

Molt massaged his temples, not needing his son's altitude at the moment. "Zorzal, my Son. What is the reason for you to visit your old man?", asked Molt, his voice not betraying the mood the Emperor is in right now.

"Accept my Offer, and i shall take Itallica including the enemy base in mear a Week", said Zorzal in his Booming voice, spreading his arms violently, almost sending the advisor flying.

Molt sighed in annoyance, knowing full well if he would agree to his idiot of a son's plan, he'd send hundreds of thousands of his most loyal and trained men into a meat grinder. He know's his son's tactics, or more like... tactic. Since he only knows one tactic, scorched earth.

"I can't give you more men, Zorzal. I can't lose another hundred thousand for a useless invasion", shot back Molt.

Zorzal, now visibly fuming glared at his father, before a mischievous smile crossed his face. "You're right Father. I'm sorry to bother you", he said and turned away to leave the Throne room.

Molt's Advisor looked at his emperor with confusion written all over his face. Molt on the other hand had an assumption on what his son was Planning.

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Reviews:

Wing Zero 032- glad you liked that. Although it wouldn't come in this chapter. I'm going to implement in in the next chapter though. Oh yeah and since you asked me once why Knocker hates Trigger, this chapter contains the more in depth explanation on why he does. Hope your happy with it.

Guest/Monarch- PATIENTS!! THE WYVERN IS COMING!!!!!

Guest- That's a good fucking plan BUT, I still need to make the story longer so no... ain't doing that lol.

Guest-Well, yes. Belka seems to be a very plausible and accurate reason on why to give the Ace Combat Verse Pilots over powered planes BUT, I still need to make the story longer so no... or not quite. The AC verse pilots are still superior to the real world guys because for one, the SU-57 actually works in AC and they have a fuck ton of F-22 which they can use to their full capabilities. Meaning pulling 10 Gs on every turn, screw or what ever aerial maneuver they're pulling. Mostly due to Belka

Danthebossman- Alright, now to you... Mr. Guy, who the heck do you think you are, actually leaving a well written, none offending and very constructive Review instead of just plainly insulting my whole existence? HUH?! Yeah no jokes aside. I really appreciate you my man (Hope your a man) I'll try my best to go after all the points you brought up and correct everything. I know it's no excuse to say English ain't my native language but... yeah, it ain't. Anyways. There's a high possibility that I'm going to revise all chapters when i'm done with the story. I will come back and correct the grammar (As much as possible).

I hope you read this, cause I'd like to have you here and help me with this stuff. If not, that's okay too. Not everyone likes every fanfic. If you decide to not keep reading it, I wish you all the best. Maybe we'll see each other in another story

(Yes, i just quoted the ATC guy from the 444)