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September 19, 2004 Farbanti, Erusea "Mobius 1, five aircraft are closing in at high speed. It's the Yellow Squadron!" "Roger that, SkyEye. Looks like they've come to make a last stand for Erusea." "Let's settle this once and for all. Leave the choppers to the others. You can end this war!" Mobius 1 armed his XMAAs and approached the Yellow Squadron, who were flying towards his position from the north. SkyEye warned him when he came close to the contact point. A tone began to ring throughout Mobius 1's canopy. "Fox Three!!" All four missiles shot out towards the squadron. One of the Yellows was downed, but the others managed to evade. Thi

January 29, 2005 0840 Central Time Briefing Room, Aircraft Carrier Freyja "Our air defense radar has picked up a disturbance over Allenfort Air Base. "Now that we've successfully established a beachhead on Crowne Beach, we believe the Erusians have sent electronic warfare aircraft to North Point in preparation for a sneak attack from behind our front line. "Erusea still controls the north of the continent. It's entirely plausible that they've sent, at the very least, aircraft through that air corridor. "Your task is to locate the aircraft flying above North Point, identify their country of origin, and shoot them down if they are Erusians

*knock knock knock* "ngh go away" *knock knock knock* "five more minutes" *slam slam slam* Louise groaned as obnoxiously loud as she could. "Who the hell is it," she said, not even bothering to give her voice a different tone to indicate the question mark at the end. "You-Know-Who." She could see that damn smirk on his damn face. "What do you want." "Get up, we've got an operation." "This damn early?" "We're getting paid, aren't we?" A loud sigh, followed by a groan, escaped the pilot as she slid off the bed and stood up slowly. She knew a day like this would come when she would have to do an early-morning operation – it's wh

*ACHOO!* You know, history textbooks will always talk about how soldiers on the battlefield got horrendous diseases, and about how those diseases spread like wildfire in the close quarters that soldiers had to fight in. But they'll never tell you about the pilots. These guys spend just as much time with each other as their on-foot counterparts do, and they aren't given the same quality of treatment, so God forbid that someone came back from their hometown with some strange flu or someone else contracted something while being rescued. In this case, it was out of nowhere. Cipher sneezed, for probably the 50th time, and was starting to get si

There was a thud as the book closed. Pixy is extremely... odd. Pretty good wingman in the air, but as a person, definitely odd. The pilot stood up off her desk and walked over to the bed, slowly and almost dramatically falling onto her bed face-first. This was tough. Pixy was, what... 26? 27? And he already had a reputation. Cipher didn't have anything. Or, well, barely anything. She was only 24, and a member of the Ustio Air Force for one single year. Before joining the Galm Team, she had only flown against the Belkans in one engagement after the war's start a week ago. They were engaged with a bomber formation that was en route to Direc

A flip of Ustio Monthly. A swig of the hot rum--no wait, the bottle's empty. Damn it, Pixy thought as he threw it at the wall, shattering it into pieces and echoing the impact throughout the mess hall, empty save for the solo mercenary. I don't even have that much money to buy another case. Damn it all, why can't they give me another contract already-- Just at that point, the air raid sirens started blaring throughout the base. Pixy stood up and ran for the briefing room, itching for some action. It had been an entire week and Valais hadn't seen any action. Finally, the mercenary would get some more money. When he opened the doors to the b

If you're one of those number types With thirteen and four you will not fight If you'd rather have a letter for a friend A fancy O you might have to lend If your appetite a vocabulary must whet There's one that's a quintessence on which to bet Once you figure it out, you will see It was always in front of you, not me What am I? Hover over me for the answer!