Ace Combat - Next Generation

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NEXT GENERATION 1


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Written by Angel Delarosa 2

Ace Combat

Next Generation

Written by Angel Delarosa

Edited by Derek Fernandes

Published by Ace Combat Books


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NEXT GENERATION 3

About the project

Were inspired in the Ace Combat series of video games, we plan

to release books inspired on it, as fan-fiction, alternate story and

so on. We believe creating a place common to all of us would be

the best way to show our work, so Ace Combat Books was

created for this sole purpose, anyone will be able to publish here.

Contact us for more information.

Ace Combat Next Generation is our first book, its not really a

book because its too short but were looking forward for more.

We encourage anyone to continue the story or develop your

own!

The Ace Combat Books is administrated by Derek Fernandes and

Angel Delarosa and were looking for volunteers!

Help us improve our books! What did you like? What you didnt?

Enjoy!


4/14


I

"It's either prison OR save your ass now and join the air force.", the judge

said. It was a hot and humid day, plus with me sweating profusely under this

suit and being nervous at the same time. I looked into my mother's eyes. She

didn't want either. I had already lost two brothers in the Aurelian Navy already,

and I'm next in line to carry on the family name. "What will it be, boy?", the

judge asked. I hesitated, "A-Air Force.", I said. "Good, case dismissed, all

charges dropped, good luck up in the air!", the judge said. The sound of high-

heels clicking against the tile floor came echoing down the hallway. I turned to

face a woman dressed in an Aurelian Air Force uniform. She was white, with

semi blonde-brown hair, with shades on. She was definitely a pilot. She came

up to me and my mother. "Mrs. Atkinson?", the officer said. "Yes?", my mother

replied. The woman took off her shades, revealing her hazel-pacific colored

eyes. I was mesmerized for a moment. Her name badge read, "Winters". "I'm

Capt. Naomi Winters, Aurelian Air Force. I'm here to supervise your son's

case." , "He agreed already"., my mother said, "please take care of him and

don't let him get killed up there, he's all I have left.", tears were streaming

down her cheeks.

I looked up to Ms. Winters, "If you'll excuse us?". She nodded and looked

away for sake of privacy. "Mom, listen to me! ", I said as my voice was

beginning to crack because of the tears. "I'll be alright. I promise I won't die.

You have to stay strong. Do it for Uncle Jack and Aunt Macy, do it for Grandma,

do it for me, ok? OK?", I asked. My mom settled down, took a couple of deep

breaths. "Yes, I will.", she said. I walked over to Captain Winters. "Ok, we're

settled down now.", I said. "Sorry about the sudden intrusion, I didn't mean to

be so straight forward, habit I guess.", she said. My mom asked, "Who are you

again?" "My name is Capt. Naomi Winters, Aurelian Air Force, I'm here to

supervise your son's case but I take it, it's already been decided.", she said.

Several hours passed by as we went over my terms of service, pay, and

training. Partially, I always wanted to be a fighter pilot for as long as I could

remember. The other half of me didn't want to go. I had my whole life ahead of

me. It was eight o'clock at night by the time we finished, and I signed my life

away on that official looking paper that had "Federal Republic of Aurelia Air

Force Recruitment ", stamped on it on the top. The life I knew all these years,

were suddenly erased, all because of a crime I didn't even do. My mother gazed

at me one last time, her eyes meeting mine, I wanted to look away, but

couldn't. I embraced her in one last hug, her tear staining my left shoulder. It

felt warm, then turned cold. I felt a gentle hand on my right shoulder. I let go

of my mother, she nodded her approval. I was off to war.


5/14

NEXT GENERATION 5

I grabbed my grandfather's old war torn backpack, he had used back in

the Osean army during the Belkan War in 1995. It was cold outside, it was dark

for 8pm in Aurelia, that's because we are on the southern hemisphere. Capt.

Winters' pristine high heels were echoing on the dew drenched pavement of thecourthouse parking lot. I heard my own heavy, sloppy footsteps start to follow

the rhythm of Captain Winters' steps. She looked back at me," You have good

ears, not many new recruits can do this on their first day, or ever.", she said. I

blushed a bit, "Ah, it's nothing really. My grandpa taught me when I was little.

He was in the army during The Belkan War.", I said. "Which one?", she asked.

"Osea.", I said. We approached what appeared to be HER car. I didn't see any

other military personnel standing at attention and giving a quick, snapping

salute. I opened the back passenger door and tossed my bag in, I took a quick

glance around, it was a mess. There were fashion and rock band magazines all

over the floor, a pair of flip flops and a bag of personal clothing. "Uh,uh! You sitin the front with me, you're my guest remember?", she said. I thought she

caught me looking around. "Right, my bad.", I said. "It's ok, Pumpkin.", she

said. It struck me odd that she was treating me like her own child, not a fresh

faced recruit. "You're kinda soft for an Air Force Captain.", I said. "I know", she

said while untying her tight bun, unraveling her long locks of hair, " I'm known

for it, but I get rough when I need to, just stay on my good side and you'll

live.", she said with a smile. "You better get your sleep, we got a long trip

ahead of us.", she said. "Where are we going?", I asked. "You'll see.", she said.

I looked outside the window looking at the streaks of light from the passing

buildings, I would be on the receiving end of those lights streaking past mycanopy in the form of bullets later on. I was shaken from my dream. My vision

was blurry and fuzzy. My mouth had that morning breath and my teeth itched.

"We're here.", Capt. Winters said. "Welcome to Avant Airbase".


6/14


II

"Sparrow Squadron, this is base, do you copy?", the control tower squawked

on the radio, blaring into all of our flight helmets.

It was a clear spring day, high above Aurelia, the clouds were sparse and

few, the sun glistening over my cockpit canopy. I couldn't ask for more. "Roger,

Control, this is Sparrow Lead, what's the situation, over?", I heard Capt. Winters

over the radio.

"We have unidentified aircraft bearing 180 degrees west, 10 miles, 5,000 ft

below, from your position. Can you intercept and investigate? ", Control asked.

"I really can't do that right now, I'm training a nugget right now, he's

unarmed. Are you sure there aren't any other units up and about to intercept,

over?", she asked.

I was Sparrow 2, Capt. Winters' wingman, I was "The Nugget ", or noob of

the fighter squadron. I sat in the tight confined cockpit of an F/A-18 C 'Crap'

Hornet, an older version of the newer, faster F 'Fun' Hornet. The Nuggets always

get the hand me downs, but I didn't mind, it's one of my favorite jets, and I'm

flying one.

I snapped back to the conversation"Ah c'mon! How is the new guy going

to measure up if we happen to get into a dogfight!? He's unarmed! ", that was

Sparrow 3, 'Shogun'.

"Cool it!", Capt. Winters snapped. "We'll take the chance, tower.", Winters

said.

"Roger that, over and out Sparrow.", Tower. "Doggy, you there?", she called

to me. "Yes, sir. I hear you loud and clear.", I said. "Good, stay on my right wing,

I don't want you to get shot at first if they happen to be not exactly our friends,

you got that?", she asked. "Yes, sir.", I said.

"Shogun, Hog!", she snapped. "Yes, sir? Yes, mom?", they said. "Split up

and fly top cover at 6,000 ft above us, sneak behind the targets if they shoot,

and take them down.", she said. "Roger, will do. Why, why, why on a day like

this?!", Hog said.

The radar read picked up 4 green blips, 'Bogies'. Intercept range, 5 miles,

10,000ft. We were at 15,000ft. Shogun and Hog were at 21,000ft. Maj. Winters

glided her Hornet right over mine, mere inches above my canopy. Blocking out

the sun, and setting up on my left wing. "You see anything?", she asked me.

"Radar says, 2.5 miles to intercept, same altitude and bearing 180 west

toward Avant.", I said. "Pick up your visual scanning", she said as we banked

around in a wide circle on our left sides. I was still getting used to formation

banking, this was all practice still to me. Then I saw 4 glints of light over the

ocean, with the clouds to their back, perfect contrast.


7/14

NEXT GENERATION 7

"I see them! 10 o' clock below!", I shouted. "I see them, keep calm ,ok?",

she said as I saw her head turn toward me from her cockpit, giving me a thumbs

up. I returned the favor. "Shogun, Hog. You got that?", I asked. "Yea, kid, we

got it.", said Hog.I followed Capt. Winters as we descended to 10,000 ft in a wide downward

spiral, coming up on the bogie's 6 o'clock, or tail position. I recognized them

instantly.

The Vulture and Southern Cross symbol on their tails, all grey and white

camo bodies with the Aurelian Snowflake on the wingtips of their F-22 Raptors,

it was Gryphus Squadron!

"Attention, unknown aircraft, please identify your squadron and number", I

said. 1 mile from Avant Airbase.

"This is the 207th Tactical Fighter Squadron, Gryphus. This is Gryphus 1,

who are you?", he asked. I was thunderstruck, I was talking to a real life ace!I stammered, "ThThis is 135th TFS, Sparrow, I'm Sparrow 2, call sign

Doggy. ", I said. Capt. Winters broke in," Control we found Gryphus Squadron, I

repeat we intercepted Gryphus Squadron, they are in need for repairs and

refueling.", she said. "Roger, we are getting prepared now.", tower said.

The battle scared Raptors looked fierce, deadly. They had bullet holes, blast

marks, and oil smudges all under on their bellies. "Shogun, Hog, come on down,

no need for hiding, they're friendlies.", I said.

"Roger that, kid.", Shogun said. Gryphus 1 crackled on the radio, "Sparrow

squadron, would you escort us in to land? We received major damage from

scattered Leasath fighters. I guess they still have some fight in them.", he said."Sure thing.", Capt. Winters said. All the Raptors lowered their landing gear,

except Gryphus 4, their right rear wheel wouldn't come down all the way. "I'm

having some problem with my rear gear.", Gryphus 4 said.

Just then his engine caught fire. "Everyone pull up and break!", shouted

Gryphus 4, " I can't keep it under control! Gyrphus Squad, it was a pleasure

fly.", his radio went dead.

A massive explosion rocked my jet and me inside the cockpit, I got control

of it as it lurched and heaved from the force of the explosion. Gryphus 4's plane

went down in a fire ball, pieces of it falling to the beach and ocean.

The main fuselage still had it's right wing attached, crashed on the runway."Damn it! What the hell happened!?", said Hog and Gryphus 2.

It wasn't until much later after the wreckage was cleaned up and we all

landed, the ground crew said that his landing gear came loose and somehow got

sucked into the engine from the inside of the fuselage...


8/14


III

It was just a dream. It was just a freakin dream!

I sat up in my bunk, hitting my head on the ceiling. Gotta remember that

is there. I rubbed my head. It was morning, and the sun was just about to

come up over the hills looking over Avant Airbase.

I hopped down the thin metal ladder, and planted my feet on the cold

wood floor. I almost tripped because it was so clean, the sunlight was gleaming

off the floor, nearly blinding me. I made it to the front door and walked outside.That's funny, I didn't notice sand when I first got here last night. Sparrow

Squad's barracks had a basketball court in front of it, and a marvelous view of

the ocean too. I heard someone walking, coming around the corner. It was

Capt. Winters.

"Oh, hey kid.", she said. "Had a rough night last night?", she asked.

"What? Oh not at all.", I said. "I got to meet almost everybody, you do

this for all the rookies?", I asked.

"We do. Not everybody else, they're by the book.", she said "What made

you get up early? Still got about an hour before Reveille.", she said.

"I really don't know.", I said, scratching my head. "Shoot hoops before?",she asked. I didn't notice that she was wearing an old faded t-shirt and short

basketball shorts, showing off her long legs.

"I did for a little bit, but I didn't exactly go with it. Wasn't my sport.", I

said. "But I can shoot for sure.", I said.

"Ok, we'll shoot just for the heck of it.", she said. Time flew by faster than

a jet, by the time we were done, Reveille sounded over the loud speakers.

"Better get back inside, long lines for showers and shaving.", she said.

"Where do you go?", I asked.

"Ladies, duh! I'll catch you later, YOU sir, have a lot of introducing and

classes to do still.", she said.Classes! I wasn't told about classes!? When will I get to fly a real jet then?

THIS is what I chose over jail, MORE classes?

I ran back inside and quickly took a shower and bushed my teeth, and

shoved on my flight suit. The Sparrow patch set neatly and tight on my

shoulder, perfect.

I followed the older guys to the mess hall. Some were young in their 20's.

Some were veterans, in their mid 20's early 30's. Some were tall. Short. Wide.

Long. Buff. Not so buff. Light. Dark. And then there was..me, the nugget. The

lowest of the low. The Mess hall was full of life when I entered. It was loud with

the chatter of men and women, clamoring and clanging of the metal trays andutensils.


9/14

NEXT GENERATION 9

I got my food and started to look for a place to eat.Just like on the first

day of school.

I was walking down the aisle, when suddenly someone spoke up, "Hey,

new guy!", the man shouted and waved."Over here, hurry.", he said. I looked and saw the sparrow patch, "Oh,

hey. What's up?", I asked. I sat down.

The asian looking man asked me, "What's your name, kid?". "David, or

Dave. I prefer Dave, though", I said.

"Name's Shogun, my real name is Ed.", Shogun said. "This is my

wingman, Hog.", he said.

I looked over to the skinny white guy stuffing his face with food, "Mice ta

meet ou", Hog said through a mouthful.

"My name is Hog, real name Jason. I guess I don't have to explain why,

haha, you gonna eat that?", he asked, pointing to the mashed potatoes."Nah, take it.", I said. "Thanks.", Hog said.

"So, uh what's your call sign?", Shogun asked.

"Callsign?", I asked. "Your nickname.", he said.

"Oh, I don't have one.yet.", I said.

"Well, you're in luck! We help the noobs get their names", he said.

"Ok.", I said.

"What are your interests?", he asked.

"Well, dogs are my favorite animals, I had a lot crushes in high school,

and I like baseball.", I said.

"Hmmmmmm, dogs, lots of crushes on the ladies, baseball. Got it", saidShogun.

"Well, what is it?", I asked.

"Doggy!", said Hog.

"Doggy?", asked Maj. Winters.

"Yes, sir.", I said.

I was in the Colonel Alderson's office for introduction and assignment to

Sparrow Squadron.

"Who gave this call sign to you, son?", Col. Alderson asked, his westernstyle mustache moved as he spoke.

"Shogun and Hog, sir!", I said, standing at attention. Rigid and firm.

"At ease, Atkinson, no need for impressions. Shogun and Hog, huh?", he

said, turning to Winters. She looked down and toward the floor.

"Those two jokers", she said

"It'll have to do, welcome aboard, Doggy. Welcome to the 135th Fighter

Squadron, The Slick Sparrows.", Colonel Alderson said.

"Thank you, sir!", I snapped a sharp salute and followed Capt. Winters out

the door.

"Now, we begin your training.", she said

"This is gonna be fun.", I said.


10/14


IV

The classes went by faster than I expected. All the studying and

remembering terms and analyzing pictures paid off when I passed the final exam

with a 90%. Then came..the dreaded centrifuge. Every pilot has to pass the

centrifuge test in order to earn their wings. The centrifuge is like one big slingshot,

just being swung around in a circle without launching the capsule that us nuggets,

and even astronauts, sit in.

As I was waiting in line, an adjacent door to my right opened up. A nugget

stepped out, looking pale beyond belief, he mumbled to himself," It'll only take

15 seconds they said. It would be quick they said.", in a low voice, as if he had

gone stir crazy, or what pilots call, 'Vertigo'. He had puke stains on his flight suit.

"Atkinson, David!", called out the test coordinator. "Present.", I said.

"You're up, remember your breathing techniques, and try to hold out for

the 15 seconds, or you'll end up looking like that guy over there, and retake it

over again. Lets make this a one-time pit stop, ok?", he said.

"Affirmative.", I said. I strapped myself in, and closed the hatch, it let off a

soft hiss. There wasn't an oxygen mask or anything, because the facility was on

ground level, not making sharp, life or death evasive maneuvers.

"Ok, can you hear me?", asked the coordinator over the tiny television

screen, I could see myself on the one next to it. "Yes, I can.", I said.

"Alright, here we go, the G force will soon build up to 9 G's , if you can get

past that without blacking out, you don't ever have to do this again, and you get

your wings!", he said.

"Alright let's do this!", I said.

He started it up. Ok I can do this no biggie.

2G's: The force against my next and chest was starting to build up.

4G's: "Ok start squeezing your legs and stomach Now!", the instructor

said. I squeezed with all my might, my legs and stomach were tight. I took short

tight breaths, to help keep the blood in my head. Hhhmp! Gasp. Hhhmp! Gasp.

I went.

6G's: I felt as if I was overweight, at 6G's, my weight totaled at about 2,000

lbs. "Keep it together man! You can do it!", the instructor said. My face felt like

it was about to be ripped off the bone. I kept my breathing up.

7G's: I started to feel weak, my vision was starting to fade of all color. Crap,

not good! "Don't give in! Keep it up! 5 seconds left! ", the instructor cheered me

on.

8.5G's: I grunted and cussed as much as I could, all while constraining

every fiber in my body to fight back GLOC (Blacking out) I started to slump downin the chair, but slowly got back up. "5,4,3,2,1and Zero!", the instructor said.


11/14

NEXT GENERATION 11

The Centrifuge slowed down back to a halt. The test was over.

"How do you feel?", he asked over the microphone.

"Oh Jesus, it felt like hell! I felt like that fat kid from a video I saw one time,

he was being pushed down in his chair on a roller coaster. How did I do?", I asked."You did excellent! Actually better than most nuggets I've tested.", he said.

"So a prodigy? ", I asked.

"I don't know. I really don't know.", he said.

The door of the capsule hissed open, the blinding, pure white light of the

centrifuge dome greeted my weary eyes.

I was handed to packet, and informed to meet up with Col. Alderson and

Capt. Winters.

I'm finally on my way to become a fighter pilot! I screamed in my mind.


12/14


V

It took me a while to get over to the main HQ running the hectic, but

professional Avant airbase.

I then had to go down a maze of hallways in order to get to Col.

Alderson's office. Capt. Winters was waiting outside.

"Sir.", I said as I snapped a salute. She returned the favor, "Atkinson.",

she replied.

We then entered Col. Alderson's office. The three of us saluted at the

same time. "At ease.", he said in a calm but gravely voice. The voice of a hero.

Col. Alderson served during the Belkan War in 1995, as the ace for Osea.

But the Ustian ace, call sign Cipher, beat his record of kills in a ratio of 15 to 7

in at least every two engagements combined.

Col. Alderson said he once flew with Galm Team, 'The Mercenary Dream

Team', during the major battle of Airspace B7R, 'The Round Table', in Operation

Battle Axe. Belka sent in the best of the best, the allies were outnumbered but

equally matched in skill.

He has the iconic picture of Galm Team, taken from inside the cockpit of

his aircraft, breaking off to engage the enemy, never to be seen again, on the

wall behind his desk. I returned to reality. He was almost done signing the

promotion certificate.

"Captain, if you'll please?", he said to Winters. She walked over and

signed under his signature.

"Doggy, er, David. Please step forward", she said to me. I did.

She told me to raise my right hand, and repeat after her, "I, David

Atkinson, do solemnly swear, that I will support and defend, the constitution of

the Federal Republic of Aurelia, against all enemies foreign and domestic, that I

bear true faith and allegiance to the same, that I take this obligation freely

without any mental reservation, or purpose of evasion, and that I will and

faithfully discharge the duties of the office, upon which I am granted.", I did so.

Col. Alderson gave her the wings to pin on my dress uniform. I couldn't

help but smile knowing that I was about to become an Aurelian Air Force Pilot!

She walked up to me, looked straight at me with those deep blue eyes, smiled

a bit, and pinned my golden wings. I picked up the faint wisps of.perfume?

What the?, I thought.

Col. Alderson read the certificate aloud, "On this day, November 10th ,

2020, Cadet David Atkinson has been promoted to the rank of Airman in the

Federal Republic of Aurelia Air Force", he completed without pausing for a

breath. He must've done this a million times.

Alderson handed me the certificate, saluted, and shook my hand. Aldersondismissed us.


13/14

NEXT GENERATION 13

"I'm sorry none of your family weren't able to make it up here", Winters

said, facing me. We walked out the door and toward the HQ front entrance.

"You called them?", I asked.

"Yes. Are you mad at me for doing that?", she asked.I was a little on the inside, "No, not at all. I knew they wouldn't be able

to. Avant is too far from Santa Elva anyway.", I said.

"Ah, SE huh?", she asked. "I'm from Monte Breeze.", she said.

"No kidding?", I asked.

We made it to the front door of HQ and headed out toward the hangars

that were home to Sparrow's Hornets.

"Hobbit!?", she shouted.

I was awestruck looking face to nose cone of the mighty but agile F/A-18

E Hornet. We heard some clattering on the floor followed by cussing, "Who the

bloody ##%&**&^! hell is interruptin' me during my work!?", a short, stocky,grime covered, red haired man shouted as he rolled out from under the jet on

his mechanics creeper. Glaring at us.

"Hobbs, it's me. Blizz.", she said

"So sorry about that lassie! An' who is this lad?", Hobbit asked.

"David, this is Hobbs, our squad's mechanic. He can fix these babies up

faster than you can say "sidewinder". He's our new nugget, Hobbs.", she said.

"Pleased to meet you uh, Hobbs", I said shaking his hand. They turned

black from the grime.

"Sorry about tha', mechanics hands ye know.", he said. "No problem, I

like to get my hands dirty sometimes myself, I need to or I get bored.", I said.Hobbs is from way up north-east in the freezing regions of Nordland.

"What's yer callsign, lad?", he asked me. "Doggy, sir.", I replied.

"Ah, let me guess you play baseball, like a lot of girls huh?", he said.

"Spot on.", I said.

"Let's not get too carried away here shall we? Hobbit, if you will?", Capt.

Winters said.

"Ah, yes. Follow me.", Hobbit said.

We walked to a closed hangar that had a big orange 2 on the front. Hobbit

went to the breaker box and flipped the switch. The lights went on in pairs,

perfectly synchronized with the doors opening. The last set cast rays on thecanopy, making it shine. 617 was the nose number. My eyes grew huge, as if

they were about to pop out of their sockets! The Hornet looked menacing.

"It's an older C model, but it will have to do for now, we have your E

model on order to ship here soon.", said Winters.

"That's.mine? That's my jet?! I get to fly my jet?!", I said in excitement.

Winters smiled. Hobbit chuckled. I jumped up and down like a kid getting

a puppy for Christmas.

"Watch out sky! There's a new pilot around! And his name is Doggy!", I

shouted.


14/14


"Remember lad, you have to treat it as if it were your girlfriend, or several

you had in mind. You wouldn't want old Hobbs to have a higher paycheck than

you now would you?", Hobbs said.

"I'll make sure to split half of mine.", I said."And you still have training to do with this too, it's not all fun and games

you know.", Winters said.

My nerves were shot with adrenaline. It took me a couple minutes to calm

down.

We stayed at the hangars for a few hours talking, getting to know each

other more. Hog and Shogun even showed up, I told them how excited I was to

be able to fly now. The sun was setting, painting the blue sky shades of pink,

orange, and yellow.

Some distance away in his office, Col. Alderson was peering out through

the blinds, smiling a bit and chuckling at how we, Sparrow Squad, weremessing around.

"Good luck kid. See you in the air. I see an ace in you.", he said to

himself.

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