-The Hostages-
15th of October, 2020
Special forces Command, Oured
General Shepherd
"Yes, I understand Commander. Yes, you have permission to fall back". Shepherd hung up the phone and turned to Palmer.
"There is another Covert Ops unit operating in Specter's AO. They are causing quite an uproar", stated Shepherd, his face expression grim.
"Are the men okay?", asked Palmer, his full attention directed at Shepherd.
"Seems like it, although, they are reporting that one of their guys is caught in the crossfire". Palmers face expression changed into a confused mixed with a worried one, "Enlighten me, what does that mean?".
"Specter-3, alias Erick Grand, is the only one of the team who can speak and understand the language of these guys over there. He was chosen to be the one who would initiate first contact with the Bessara crime family. From the SitRep i got from Specter-1, i know that unfortunately, the moment the rest of Specter was about shot to neutralize the head of of the Bessaras along side a bulk of their forces, three civilians entered the AO. It was quickly determined that these "civilians", where no actual Akusho residents. Specter-6, their Marksman, found out, by observing the intruders that they where wearing modern combat gear alike to the one Specter was equipped with. This leads us to the conclusion that these guys where also a Black ops, from the other Gate". After Shepherd's explanation, gears started to turn inside Palmers head as he took in all the information.
"Okay, and what happened now to Mr. Grand?", asked Palmer, placing his palms on Sheperd's table while glaring intensively at the General.
"Coms to him where cut off the moment the opposing force made contact with Bessara. Leads us to only one conclusion. Either he's K.I.A., or abducted. If it's the latter, then we might find ourselves with a problem in our hands", explained Shepherd.
Palmer gestured him to elaborate the last statement.
"He's a Black Ops operator. The chance of it happening is slim but it's still there...", said Shepherd, his gaze shifting from palmer out into the distance through the window.
Palmer raised an eyebrow in response. "God damnit Palmer, these guys are also Black Ops, meaning they know all the dirty tricks our guys know. They might be able to break him and making him spill out sensitive intel about Osea, hell about the whole operation if not the whole world. This would give them a big edge over our forces since they would know our technological level, and we wouldn't know theirs".
Palmer, started to nod slowly, comprehending everything. "This does not sound good", Palmer sighed. "What do you propose?", he added shortly after.
Shepherd turned from the PC screen to face Palmer. "If it was for me I'd order Arc-light squadron to bomb that whole city just to tell these retarded monkeys who's the boss around here now. The only problem with that is that we don't have a good enough runway for B-52's to take off from and our civilians being trapped there".
-Retaliation-
Falmart Calendar, 1291
Captain Chloe Leroy "Dagger" currently in charge of Thunder squadron
Fort Harling Hospital, room 023
"So... your Highness, you and... him are... uhh", asked Chloe
"Yes", replied a completely exhausted Cossette.
"Wow... thinking that I almost murdered him a couple of times by now...", Chloe rumbled. Cossette of course hearing this spun her head to face Chloe. "You what?!".
Chloe froze up and grinned sheepishly, "Nothing".
"Captain I swear I will-", Cossette began but the PA system cut her off.
"All available squadrons on base Scramble, this is not a drill". Shortly after the announcement the air raid alarm started to blare.
Chloe and Gabriel looked at each other in confusion. "What is going on?", asked Gabriel. Chloe just shrugged in confusion. Shortly after multiple explosions shook the base. Earthquakes left Chloe and Gabriel holding to each other for support, followed closely by the sound of C-Ram fire.
The door to the room suddenly burst open and McKinsey stood there now. "Get your asses in your fighters! We're being attacked!". Chloe looked over to Gabriel, the latter doing the same as they both nodded and made a sprint for their respective fighters.
"You too ace. Move your ass!", ordered McKinsey with a pointed glare at Trigger.
"But sir-", Trigger began but McKinsey cut him off, right then and there.
"You don't want to tell me that some bruises will hinder you from fucking flying are you?". Trigger's expression changed drastically before he removed the cables and hoses attached to his body.
Trigger jumped from the bed and passed McKinsey. The latter held him off and went close to gis ear, "Your F-15 just arrived and is up and running".
A huge grin formed on Trigger's face just as he took off running towards the hangars.
Exiting the Hospital, a sight of pure chaos was revealed to him. Explosions, streaks of red tracers from the AA implacements illuminating the night night. Missiles both going down and upwards.
"Shit...", memories of the Fort Grays Air force base shot through Trigger's mind as the similarities grew clearer and clearer.
"Hey yo! Why aren't the rail-guns firing?", asked Trigger a group of Oseans which ran passed him. The most rear of them turned around to answer him, "They're still offline! Along with the DEADs".
Trigger's eyes widened in shock, he couldn't believe that the Bases defenses weren't online all this time.
He got shaken out of his stupor by a nearby explosion and thus took off again.
Fighter jets from both Osea and Erusia screeched through the skies, chasing a mixture of F-15s and F-16s.
Once reaching his Hangar, Trigger immediately started to jump into his flight suit and then into the G-suit, before throwing on his helmet and finally jumping into the Cockpit of his Fighter.
Ground crew removed the fuel hoses and various cables before saluting him. Trigger saluted back and then turned on his Radio. Immediately he found out even the radio was a warzone.
"Tiger-2 Fox two".
"Shit! I'm spiked breaking!".
"These bastards are good, breaking breaking!".
"Oh fuck! I'm hit, I'm hit!".
Trigger took a deep breath and calmed his nerves before radioing the control tower, "Tower this is Thunder-1, do I have clearance?".
"Thunder-1? TRIGGER?! Thank god, yes you have clearance. Taxi to runway one Lima and take off ASAP".
"Wilco Tower", replied Trigger and pushed his throttle leavers forward. The jet started to move as he released the breaks.
Behind him he noticed the rest of Thunder squadron lining up. Dagger as the second plane and Taco on the end of the column.
"This is Thunder lead. We don't want any heroes tonight. If you're hit, land back on base. I ain't losing anyone".
A couple of seconds passed before the individual replies came from the squadron.
Trigger stood at the beginning of the runway and took another deep breath. "Here goes nothing". He pushed his throttle to the end as his two engines screeched to life. With a jolt the fighter propelled forward, pressing him into the seat.
Still accelerating, Trigger yanked the Flight-Stick back to him. The nose of his craft rose eventually and the front gear had no contact with the tarmac anymore. As soon as the main gear also was in the air he pulled the stick even harder backwards and simultaneously pushed the throttle forward, making the F-15 go super sonic and rise in a almost 90 degree angle.
Chloe inside her Harrier Jump Jet, took of vertically and watched from her seat as Trigger broke... no shattered the sound barrier. Immediately after rising to a certain height he leveled the plane and made his way into the frenzy with mach 2.
"All Call signs this is Longcaster, Airborne Warning and Control system of the Osean Air defense Force. Your job is it to fend off all bandits and secure Air superiority over Fort Harling until the Bases Air defenses can go Online. Good hunting pilots".
"Tiger-1 copy that".
"Golem-1 solid Copy".
"Milan-1 all weapon systems online and ready".
"This is Strider... no Thunder-1, Wilco Longcaster. Commencing operation".
Trigger joined the various Squadrons that joined them and flew with them in an Formation, in front of them, pure chaos. All types of fighter jets flew around like headless chickens, firing Missiles and Cannons at each other. Since there was no Satellite connection, meant they had no 100 percent trustworthy IFF. Longcaster was the one pinging all friendlies with blue squares and all foes with green squares around them. The problem with that was that Longcaster was also only a Human and he also would make a Mistake eventually, so the Osean Erusian Coalition had to be very fast to minimize losses on their side, or they ran into the danger of losing their AWACS.
Trigger lined up his sights with a hostile F-16 Fighting Falcon. He had no idea who these guys were or what they wanted. The only thing he knew right now was he had to stop them then and there.
He tried to get a Radar lock on the Falcon. Once the satisfying tone eventually was heard, he released a Aim-120 off the rack.
"Thunter-1 Fox 3", he said, signaling he just fired a Active seeker missile.
The Missile powered up its own engine and its seeker. With in seconds the AMRAAM reached its terminal speed and was on a direct interception course with the F-16.
"come on, come on... HIT. Splash one bandit", he announced proudly as the Pilot of the Falcon ejected out of his burning fighter jet.
"The Legendary Three Strikes eh... good to have you on our side now", commented one of the Erusian Eurofighter Pilots before breaking off and firing a Meteor missile at a F-15 Eagle.
"Milan-2 Splash one bandit", announced the same Pilot as the F-15 he hit broke apart.
"Keep up the good work, Bandits are showing signs of retreating", announced Longcaster as some hostile crafts fell back.
Trigger flew directly into a group of Bandits, the enemy crafts scrambled out of the way so they don't collide in mid air. "Hehe, the Chicken game, works like a Charm", he said to Himself as he pulled his nose up until he flew on his back, facing the back of the same group of planes he disbursed just seconds ago.
Switching from the Aim-120 to the Aim-9, Trigger waited for the aggressive growling of the Heat seeker head of the Sidewinder.
The missile wanted to be let go of it's rack to chase the offending F-16 but Trigger hesitated. For some reason he felt some kind of Déjà-vu.
"Thunder-1 fire the damn Missile!". Trigger was shaken out of the stupor by one of his Squadron members. Getting his head back into the game he released the Aim-9 which immediately went supersonic and screeched towards the F-16.
"Shit! HOW THE HELL DID HE TURN THIS FAST". Yelled one of the enemy F-16 Pilots.
Another one saw the Missile heading for his comrade and reacted immediately, "Stroke-3, he's on your six break left break left!".
The F-16 avoided the Missile with pure skill. Trigger's jaw hung open when he saw that. He knew it wasn't impossible to dodge Missiles but it was the grace the Pilot avoided the Missile that took him of guard.
Then Trigger remembered why he had that déjà-vu feeling back then, the Pilot performed maneuvers that were taught by the OADF and the OMDF. On top of that, he remembered the flag on the F-16s tail. It was the Stars and stripes of the United States of America. AKA Japans closest ally.
Trigger, taking everything his craft has to give as he tried to evade some missiles coming from a enemy squadron nearby.
"Shit!", Trigger cussed and breathed heavily in his mask as the G-Forced took their toll on him. The computer screamed into his ears that mote missiles approached from behind him.
Banking hard right, he spun his plane on the back and pulled the flight stick hard back, making the F-15 enter a steep dive.
The altimeter rapidly spun and dropped it's numbers until it reached critical height. Then the computer chimed in and screamed that his altitude is to low and that he should pull up.
Trigger waited, staring as the ground came nearer and nearer.
"Thunder-1 you disappeared from Radar is everything okay?", asked the Control tower.
"All good Station, here Longcaster i still got him".
"Thunder-1 pull up!", screamed Dagger as she watched him being chased by missiles.
"Would you all just shut up for a moment!", yelled a new voice over the Radio, "He knows what to do".
Pulling up in the last possible second, the Missiles smacked into the ground as his wing almost clipped the trees. Fighting tooth and nail go get the control back over his plane while the Air battle was still raging above him. "Come on baby, be good now", he muttered through gritted teeth.
"All Aircraft on station, we have bad news", announced Longcaster, "Enemy Bombers approaching, bearing 1-5-0, you cannot let them hit the base while the tripple A Defense Grid is still powering up".
"That's just great", muttered one of the Pilots.
"These guys already have bombers!?", exclaimed an Erusian Pilot.
"Damnit, our forces are split to thin, we can't reach the Bombers without getting intercepted by their fighters", said Taco as he evaded a Missile heading for him.
At this time, Trigger had gotten the control over his Eagle back and headed for his Squadron. Climbing up he spotted the Bombers. A squadron of B-1 B bombers heading directly for Fort Harling. Their escorts comprising of a mix of F-15s and F-22s. Trigger's eyes widened, their fighters where not equipped or even on pair to go against the F-22 Raptor. Although he knew, their radars could spot and destroy them, this wasn't any help at the moment since their Defense Grid is still powering up.
His eyes widened even more as he saw a flight of 4 Raptors breaking of their formation and heading into the fight below them.
"Shit, All Callsigns be advised. Enemy is utilizing F-22 Raptor Fighter Aircraft!", Trigger informed, his voice worried and alarming.
The reactions ranged from shock to pure Terror, that's when the voice came that everyone wanted to hear. It was like the singing of an Angel that tickled their ears. Major Deanna McOnnie.
"All Friendly Aircraft currently on Station, Break off immediately. The Defense Grid is Online. I say again,the Defense Grid is Online!".
Trigger looked up, as the first Bomber got disintegrated into Pieces. The sky looked like it was sliced open as remaining sparks of electricity flashed around the area.
The enemy comms was filmed with confusion as they saw their Bomber fall apart in mid air.
Trigger new all to good what has caused this. Taking a glance over to the Base, he just made out how some Turrets turned over to where the Bombers are. Seconds later a loud explosion, electric sparks, and another bomber is falling apart.
Rail guns. The same Rail guns they had mounted on Mihaly's Plane was now on a Phalanx CIWS turret.
A total number of four turrets came online and they alone where enough to destroy all the Bombers and a number of other Enemy Aircraft.
"All Allied Aircraft, RTB time now. Your job is done here", ordered Longcaster after witnessing the mayhem the Rail-guns caused.
A number of acknowledgments came from the various squadron leaders as one after another broke of from the fight and returned. All in all the attacking force lost about half of their fighters and all Bombers. The defenders on the other hand didn't go unscathed out of this either, losing two whole Squadrons and multiple Fighter Aircraft. Now to put it into the leadership's words, this a acceptable outcome.
A/N:
Hello there Lads and Lasses, yes I know I know. It's been a while and i'm truly sorry for that. I can't stress enough though, how much time i invest in writing these chapters, scraping them and then beginning from nothing again. I know it's sounding like I'm searching for excuses to justify my own laziness (Which I definitely am) but i'm really sorry for it. I hope I can punch the next couple of chapters out in a quicker succession.
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