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“A group of young Erisian officers have taken over MEGALITH. The superweapon that was under development. MEGALITH is
a rocket launch facility that can shoot down asteroid fragments in orbit right onto our cities! The only way to destroy this
highly dangerous and fortified facility is to hit it from the inside. Follow the missile port groves to access the central
heat vent. Once inside destroy the three generators. Destroy the generators to access the central heat vent. Once inside,
destroy the giant missile in the central silo. An infiltration unit will secure your escape route. Their plan calls for waiting
until the generators are off-line, and then taking over the sub-control room once the blackout hits. Enter this rat's nest
with full confidence that the unit will get you out again.
It's highly likely that this will be your final mission. Remember, we need heroes after the war too. Make it back in one piece.
Dismissed!”
This briefing was odd. Most likely because it was the last briefing for the last mission. Another thing that was odd was that
all the pilots that rotated in and out of the squadron where joining us for this last mission plus two. Captain Jack Bartlett
and Firestorm an old friend of mine from the Allied/Soviet wars... I also had a new plane in my hanger. It was the plane I
shot down in the last mission. Its designation was the ADF-01 “FALKEN”. Everyone else had the new X-02 “Wyvern”.
But before we got into our new planes Mobius 1 made a little speech.
“Good morning troops, I have an important announcement. In one hour, each one of you will take part in the most important
mission in our history. A mission that will result in the defeat of the vile enemy who has brought chaos to our beautiful
continent. Although we are from different nations and of different races, we have fought. Suffered and died together. Fighting
for what we believe in! Fighting for freedom! Today, we shall gather for the final battle! To liberate our beautiful continent,
and restore freedom to our peoples, our friends and our families! Our victory will hail the beginning of a new era for the
Usea continent! VOCTORY WILL BE OURS! WE SHALL RETURN PIECE TO OUR PEOPLE! WE WILL WIN BACK OUR FREEDEM AND OUR FUTURE! THE
SKIES BELONG TO EVERYONE! NOW, LET US TAKE BACK OUR SHATTERED SKIES!”
So, the mission began. As soon as we where over the target area, Skyeye cut in.
“Skyeye here, all Mobius aircraft report in”
“Mobius 1 on standby”
“Mobius 2 on standby”
“Mobius 3 through 7 on standby”
“Mobius 8 on standby”
Author’s note: For the sake of clarity, I’ll add the pilot’s names here.
Mobius 2, General Granger
Mobius 3, Commander Boris Romanov
Mobius 4, Chopper
Mobius 5, Edge
Mobius 6, Blaze
Mobius 7, Archer
Mobius 8, Swordsman
Mobius 9, Captain Hamilton
Mobius 10, Captain Bartlett
Mobius 11, Yellow 5 (13’s new wingman)
Mobius 12, Firestorm
Mobius 13, Yellow 13
There ARE up to AT LEAST 13 planes in that mission and if you listen closely, you can hear someone saying something about
Mobius 13 anyways, back to the story!
“Preparations are complete, ready for battle. ALL AIRCRAFT, FOLLOW MOBIUS 1!
“I see them! Got a tally-ho on the bandits!”
“You’re not gonna believe this Jean-Louis. All of them have ribbon insignias!”
“Only Erusian fighters should be flying this airspace!”
“SWEEP THEM FROM OUR SKIES!”
Some of these new Yellows where on my six, so I immediately switched to my special weapons and fired two missiles from the
rear-facing firing slots. The missiles left their tubes and destroyed the bandits before they could realise what was happening.
“GOT ONE! SHOT MYSELF A YELLOW!” I yelled.
“Bravo 1 here, all teams are on the fifteenth floor. But we can’t get the sub-control room to open, it’s
an electronic lock! We’ll hold the position until the generator is destroyed, so hurry up!”
“Here they come! Don’t let the enemy get through panel K!”
“ALTMAN! USE YOUR HAND GREANADES!”
“Dammit! They got flamethrowers!”
“SHOOT! SHOOT! OVER BY THE STAIRS!”
The other Yellows where putting up a good fight, but the odds where quickly being lowered. It was chaotic to say the least.
Missiles were flying everywhere, blasted parts of friend and foe planes, and on top of that, asteroids falling from the sky.
It was so chaotic even Chopper and Skyeye where quiet! I did what I was best at, flying low at high speeds right into MEGALITH!
Some of the yellows crashed on entry, other followed me out, but I wasn’t about to give up just then.
“Just remember, they aren’t invincible!”
“THIS ENTIRE THING IS MEGALITH?”
“No way we can fly in that crawlspace!”
“Dammed Yellow! I’ll give you a good dunking!”
“It’s no use! We can’t get any closer!”
“DAMMIT! I GOT ONE ON MY TAIL AND I DIDN’T EVEN SEE IT!”
“Firestorm, be more careful! I almost got burned!”
“ON YOUR RIGHT! RIGHT! GRIMM, THAT’S YOURS!”
Even the Yellow’s radio chatter was frantic.
“OH NO! JEAN-LOUIS’ BEEN HIT!”
“GEAN GET A GRIP! YOU’VE GOT TO TAKE OVER THE COMMAND!”
“GET EVERY GODAMMED ONE OF THEOSE ISAF PLANES!”
“WE’LL RETURN TO HAUNT YOU FOR ETERNITY! AAARRRGGGGG!”
“SOMEONE HELP ME!”
Mobius 1’s point of view
Very few of the Yellows seemed to be coming at me. So I did what we originally came here to do. I flew into the missile groove
on the right side and destroyed the first
Generator.
“Tango 2 here, we need back up on passageway 6.”
“Tango 2 block off the elevator!”
“Pull back! Pull back!”
“LEAV HIM! HE’S DEAD!”
It was quite difficult to manoeuvre in there as the X-02 had a long wingspan when it was moving at slower speeds. I then flew
out and into the left missile tube, I fired and flew out.
“They've got us trapped! The enemy's at panel B!”
“Our path of retreat's been cut off! We're trapped!”
“Charlie 1 here, we can't hold it any longer! We're pulling back!”
“No, don't give up yet!”
“Charlie 1, come in! Where are you? We’ll be annihilated soon!”
“Did they blow up the generator yet?”
I then flew into the center groove. This one was bigger and I had more room to move around in, but not much more. I fired
a missile; it hit and destroyed the third Generator.
“All right the panel’s open! Break through! Break through! Get the subcontrol room under control.”
“The Exhausts vents open!”
“HURRY UP! THE PLANES ARE PLUNGING IN ANY MOMENT NOW!”
“We’ll get those panels open! Don’t let those pilots die!”
And with that, I flew into the central missile silo.
“Good luck, Comrade.” I heard Commander Romanov say.
This was even a tighter fit then before as I had NO room to manoeuvre in. it was just barely wide enough foe me to pass through.
I flew into the central silo just as the last Yellow was shot down. I saw the huge missile and fired my last two missiles,
and then I flew outta there like a bullet on steroids (I HAD to be doing at least Mach 4) then I flew into the open skies.
“TARGET DESTROYED! THERE HE IS! WE’VE GOT MOBIUS 1 ON RADAR!” Skyeye, of course.
“Bravo 1 here, that plane that flew in, is it alright?”
“YES HE’S FINE! I’VE GOT A VISUAL ON HIM RIGHT NOW!” he sounded on the verge of breaking into tears
of joy right on the spot.
“So, did we win the war?”
“I don’t know. HISTORY determines the winner. But there’s one thing I CAN say for certain, heroes really
do exist! We’ve just seen one, and now he’s coming home.” Yellow 13 said, with a certain degree of admiration.
So, we went back to base and as we neared it, I heard the personnel say “COME ON! LET’S GET A WELCOMMING PART
GOING!”
So, we landed at a base of the cost of Osea called Sand Island, and rested there. The Continental war was over, Erusia was
defeated, but there was something stirring between Osea and Yuktobania. Something sinister. As part of a deal made between
Commander Romanov and Yellow 13, 13 handed over the plans for Stonehenge and Megalith. Life was good and nothing could ruin
it now. I kept getting congratulated, and kept being asked questions usually reserved for the absolute best aces there are.
I chose to stay in the military and keep flying, but my X-02 was kept in the hanger for emergencies. In the meantime, I used
the F-22A “Raptor” it was when Yuktobania attacked in the middle of the night that I knew that we where in a new
war in the skies. But in the meantime, I was sent to investigate the remains of a crashed UFO.
HAHAHAHAHAHA! They suspect nothing!
Don’t allow your pride to blind you. The commander noticed that plane when the others didn’t. We should keep our
guard up. Order our operatives in Belka to begin their operations.
I agree. We must keep our guard up. We don’t want to make a mistake like last time. This meeting is terminated.
To be continued in “Operation: Razgriz”
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