Some Nearby Analysis:
"While it was a very impressive technological feat, the introduction of applied battlefield psionics is going to send them back to square one. Particularly when you realize that the situations and environments that cause Singularities have so far shown to also result in more powerful psionic abilities. I'm all but certain that large part of the reason that Singularities are thing in the first place is due to low/subconscious use of psionics to add the laws of physics fuck off with the rest of the conventions they flaunt. Now that people are going to start working on doing it intentionally we are going to see some WTF nonsense the likes of which have only been seen in video games and pop fiction."
I mean, being a singularity is a symptom, not a cause, of improbably-successful fuckery. What it means is that "in mathematical models of this complicated scenario, THIS THING always happens." The "THIS THING" is the singularity, technically.

So being the only psychic on the battlefield makes you a singularity. That Osean analyst is probably breathing a sigh of relief and saying "See, everybody? Told you!"
 
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CANON OMAKE: Ace Combat Negative One: The Hot War Part One
Ace Combat Negative One: The Hot War
Missions 1-10


MISSION ONE- Wild Sow

The rightfully elected fraternal government of the People's Democratic Republic of Leasath is suffering a wave of uprisings from a coalition of military coup d'etat forces and separatist factions. Loyalist troops hold a small perimeter around the capital of Alendal, but the rebels are receiving support from the Osean Federation. Separatist bombers, supplied by Osea, are inbound towards San Antonio Airport. We cannot allow the airport to be destroyed. The Leasath pilots our Yuktobanian squadron has been training are still ill-prepared to meet this threat, and the skies are full of indiscriminate flak barrages from overly enthusiastic gunners, but you are the only pilot available.

Scramble and show them all how it's done! B-26 bombers are inbound. All we have operational is a Yak-23 converted trainer, but shoot them down!

MISSION TWO- Burning Bridges

While the bombing attack failed, the Danern separatists have succeeded in landing a heavily armed naval infantry division on the Sonem peninsula south of the capital. Local militia are taking heavy casualties from separatist light armor. Provide air support and slow down the separatist forces, so that the militia can stop them before they reach artillery range of the capital. It is recommended that you switch to a fighter-bomber for this mission. The squadron's other pilots will be able to scramble, having returned from leave in the capital.

[Leasath militia radio chatter about the 'lightning' striking separatist vehicles]

MISSION THREE- Saving Grace

It has become clear that the rebels are being heavily supplied by the Osean Federation. The situation has grown critical, and the capital will fall in days if the front lines aren't stabilized. The Danern separatists are unloading supplies for a major offensive through the port of La Guava. Destroy their main ammunition dumps, buying time for Yuktobanian aid convoys to reach the beleaguered defenders of the capital.

MISSION FOUR- The Magician

Coup d'etat forces under the command of Marshal Henemo have launched an air mission to sink our aid convoy before it can reach Tyria Harbor. Shoot them down and protect our shipping. Without the contents of these ships, Alendal will fall.

[Coup d'etat radio chatter about the 'magician' shooting down their planes]

MISSION FIVE- Last Stand

Revitalized by a new supply of heavy equipment, government forces have captured the separatist beachhead, and are pushing back Henemo's coup d'etat troops. Provide air cover for the Leasath counteroffensive. Be warned that the coup d'etat forces have managed to deploy vehicle-mounted surface to air missiles to cover their positions, and still have a considerable number of jet aircraft.

[army/militia radio chatter about the 'white lightning' above them]

MISSION SIX- Turning Turtle

Defeating the Danern separatists will require the neutralization of their greatest military stronghold, Mount Archelon. Aerial reconnaissance has revealed many defensive missile and artillery positions. For the island to be recaptured, these must be destroyed, and the tramp freighters loaded with munitions at the port must be sunk.

If your plane runs out of munitions, cross the return line at the north edge of the operational airspace.



[Cut-scene: escalating tensions between Osea and Yuktobania as the Osean proxies are defeated]

MISSION SEVEN- Crossing the South

With Leasath's independence secured from the immediate rebel threats, the Central Committee has chosen to provide further guarantees of the security of this small and vulnerable nation. By deploying long range ballistic burst missiles to Leasath, Yuktobania will protect the Leasath government against any attempt by Osea to reverse the verdict of the 1968 election. This will also counteract the presence of Osean cruise missile sites in South Kaluga on the Verusan continent. In preparation for this operation, we must gather information on the dispositions of the Osean military in the surrounding territories.

You will be flying solo, in a high-speed reconnaissance mission over Aurelian airspace, to confirm reports of the presence of Osean warships in Santa Elva. Aurelian radar coverage is limited, so you should be able to get in and out without incident. Even if detected, you are under orders to avoid causing casualties to the Aurelians. Pressing Aurelia into a state of war with either Leasath or Yuktobania is unacceptable at this time.

MISSION EIGHT- Bolt From The Blue

Although the Osean aircraft carrier Raven is shadowing our task force, the combined hostile naval presence around Terminus Island is assessed as unlikely to present a challenge to our escort fleet. A cordon of Osean warships has spread itself in the path of the fleet. However, these ships are too light, few, and dispersed to win an intense naval battle. The fleet's combined air defenses are deemed adequate to repel attacks from the Raven.

At 1030 hours tomorrow, the escort fleet and missile carriers will come within range of effective land-based air support. You are to reinforce the fleet's air defenses against a possible attack by the Raven. In addition, be advised that merchant sailors have reported sightings of unidentified heavy bomber aircraft in the region. The Oseans may be planning to use strategic bombers, such as their B-52, as naval strike aircraft.

[The Osean Air Force deploys a Firebird to cripple the Yuktobanian fleet. Molniya's squadron happens to be out of range of the first Jupiter missile EMP attack. Molniya engages the superheavy bomber, with its escort of well-handled parasite F-5s presenting some complication. Furthermore, the Firebirds' exhaust vents act as decoys for MSL launches, and are so tough that if you've done much other fighting, you can literally shoot your missiles dry trying to wreck them all.]

[After a short time engaging the Firebird, Molniya is recalled to defend the fleet against an Osean strike package from the carrier Raven. Molniya Squadron is instructed to defend until out of fuel, then ditch in the sea over the fleet, where they will be picked up and returned to Yuktobania's own carrier. The Yuke carrier lost most of its air wing in the Jupiter attack and skirmishes against the Osean carrier attack, but reserve planes have been prepared for the Molniya lead element- fortunately both pilots are carrier-qualified.]



[Cut scene- the North Kalugan capital has been evacuated of all non-essential personnel; bomb damage is extensive]

MISSION NINE- Linebackers

The fleet has withdrawn in good order. Thanks to your efforts, few of our ships were damaged. The Central Committee has declined to issue a declaration of war against the Osean Federation, though it has lodged a protest against the unprovoked attack on our escort fleet in the strongest possible terms.

[Mission briefing officer gives a harsh, short laugh]

And of course, the strongest term of all is "a good beating." With this in mind, we intend to help our comrades in the People's Republic of Kaluga deliver the goods against the Osean Air Force. Kaluga has suffered heavily from Osean carpet-bombing attacks, some of which deploy destructive chemical weapons against the nation's forests, fields, and peasantry. After your successes in assisting the people of Leasath, you are an obvious candidate to aid our allies in repelling these cowardly attacks.

Be warned, the Osean heavy bombers operate at very high altitude, and will be escorted by some of the enemy's most modern fighter aircraft. Shooting them down short of their targets north of the Amir River will be challenging.

[During the mission, comm chatter on the North Kalugan side about Yuktobania's White Lightning]

MISSION TEN- Wild Weasels

In an attempt to minimize suffering among the peasants and laborers of Kaluga, we have provided modern heavy surface to air missile batteries to the People's Republic. In response, the Oseans have equipped fighter-bombers with electronic warfare apparatus and radar-homing rockets to attack the sites, clearing the way for further assaults on the Kalugan homeland. Signals intelligence predicts a wave of these "wild weasel" attacks tomorrow. Assist the Kalugan interceptors in fending off this attack on our allies' air defenses.

[Several minutes into the mission, a Firebird shows up and starts blasting the SAM sites with Jupiter EMP strikes. Kalugan radar crews valiantly stay online, shepherding the interceptors out of the path of the Jupiters for as long as they can continue to track them, despite being under direct attack themselves]
 
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It just occurred to me that we don't have access to acx original non-super planes:
The Apalis, Fregata, Cariburn, or Forneus. Are these under under an Aurelia only contract?
 
I've been calling it Temple Ship since that was the name of the Alien Mothership in EU and it hasn't gotten any better name in-universe. And it wasn't encapsulated in a meteor, it was just estimated to have at least similar mass to Ulysses, which at least was 1.6 km in diameter. I tried to find pics if the EU ship was similar size or bigger, but all the pics where you could compare its size to anything are very bad. Unless we take its size on the holomap as its real size, in which case that ship was humongous!!!
It's not entirely clear from the initial quotes about the ship what it looks like. However, even with Strangereal's technological lead over our world, I kinda doubt they have mass-based detectors. That's a technology so far into the realm of sci-fi that I genuinely don't know where you'd even start with making one. Typically, we use infrared. So it apparently either looked like an asteroid, or they just assumed it was one because it was in space, and was too massive for normal space-junk. I'm unsure if the Ulysses impactor was massive enough to be a planetoid, but if it was, that means the mothership likely presented a vaguely circular profile, because an irregularly shaped planetoid would be unusual, and might have raised eyebrows sooner.
Aka, what the fuck happened in the AC7 DLC that y'all voted on a while back?

Well, here's the context post. I'm also holding open the vote because I'm allowing, no, insisting on a build queue for small projects



There were many two week crises in the midst of the Lighthouse War. The first mad two weeks as Erusea and Usean allies began their offensives against the IUN, seen as an Osean sockpuppet that had deployed its Arsenal Birds across the continent as a terror weapon. There was the next few weeks, as Erusea solidifed its rule over the Usean continents by...actually using the Arsenal Birds as terror weapons to wipe out opposition. There was the mad few weeks after the operation to take the capital of Farbanti, as all of Usea seemingly rose up in rebellion.

One of the most notable segments, however, was the two week scramble for the Erusean Super Scinfaxi-class Alicorn. It was a large nuclear submarine, equipped with its own aircraft contingent, nuclear weapons, and state-of-the-art railguns, both smaller for anti-warship purposes and one Stonehenge-class railgun, for purposes of deploying said stockpile of nuclear weapons.

During the majority of the war, it had been left to sit in port. With Erusea's wild successes with the Arsenal Birds and drone programs, actually deploying the Alicorn with even half complement was seen as far too expensive to be worth the cost, when the Eruseans were already so busy trying to assert rule over the continent itself.

That changed with the results of Operation Dragon's Breath. In the wake of shooting down one of Erusea's Arsenal Birds on August 19th, the Arsenal Bird defensive radius shrunk considerably. As a result, Erusea reached for everything that could possibly reverse the tide of the war. This resulted in Eruseans arming IRBMs in Sierraplata (which the LRSSG comprehensively destroyed in Operation Magic Spear) and it also resulted in the Eruseans reactivating and crash-arming the Alicorn, which had been left to languish in Artiglio Port, on the southern coast of Usea.

Osean intelligence caught wind of this effort, and a force was assembled to capture the Alicorn. As Osea's premier force, the LRSSG were sent in as a four plane detachment to sweep away everything in their path. Officially, this was because the war effort meant that there were no other available assets, especially since reserve squadrons would have to plug the gap from pulling the LRSSG out. Unofficially, this was part of an internal political struggle, where Brigadier General Clemens was handed the disfavored Trigger (still widely suspected of killing President Harling). Clemens then promptly stripped away every other possible asset he could possibly justify and still be expected to complete the mission - a suicide mission in as many words.

As part and parcel of that, an up and coming data analyst for the Osean Intelligence Agency, David North, was assigned to analyzing and tracking down the Alicorn. His unofficial role was to also make a report on Trigger's performance, as well as the broader policy implications for Osea's military as a whole. Specifically, it was to find out whether in the nascent dynamical systems analysis and AI optimization could improve Osean warfighting outcomes - and furthermore, whether Trigger was a singularity. We'll come back to what that word means later.

Concerning hints began popping up at the briefing. Brigadier General Howard Clemens began the mission by throwing his weight around - itself, not too unusual among the upper staff in the Osean Defence Forces. However, he also exhibited a surprising amount of knowledge about the Alicorn, including saying that local sources told him that the Alicorn had WMDs aboard. That surprised David North - who Clemens promptly minimized and carried on as if nothing was unusual.

Hence, Operation Sighthound commenced. Strider Squadron was to secure air superiority and support the landing operation as the Osean navy secured directly underneath - they were sending in the navy even before air superiority was secured. To ensure that air superiority would be secured, EWACS planes were procured, but the mission timeline projected that the force at Artiglio Bay would have needed to already be fighting for five minutes. In addition, only Strider Squadron would be sortieing on the mission - Cyclops Squadron, Wiseman especially, would be held back to "assist the Brigadier General".

The first phase of the mission largely went off without a hitch. Strider Squadron ate their Erusean counterparts alive, and by the time the ECM aircraft arrived in the airspace Strider Squadron was already just about conducting a mop-up operation. Of course, soon after, two black-and-white striped Su-47 Berkuts showed up in the airspace began targeting Trigger specifically. With Trigger unexpectedly tied up, especially with the Berkut's radar ghosts spoofing Trigger's IFF, Osean fighters took some amount of losses, but eventually Trigger drove off the self-identified Mimic Squadron. Worryingly, their parting words came over the Osean military channels - with military encryption, that General Resource mercenaries definitely should not be in.

Of course, at that point went off the rails. Submarine Captain Matias Torres, proclaimed the "Hero of Comberth Harbor" and previous captain of the battleship Tanager, decided to formally declare independence from the Erusean military and to pursue his own goals. The Command Duty Officer expressed some confusion about his plan, and his exuberance. Torres replied:

"Don't you see? A million lives are about to snuffed out in senseless cruelty."

His next act was to obliterate the Osean landing force with the onboard anti-ship railguns (this is not to be confused with the spinal mount railgun, which was different) and to launch four aircraft, one of which was carrying a cruise missile. Under the cover of the mad chase for the airborne carrier squadron, Torres led the Alicorn out of the cordon and into open water. As he left, he began delivering some of his quotes:

"This boat has the means to end this hideous war in a definitive and elegant manner. We seek not a conflict, but rather a restoration of balance, a judgement."

Of course, when Trigger shot down the cruise missile squadron, Torres began showing his unhinged side. Script:

Submarine CDO: Seems like he was downed by Three Strikes.
Torres: That damned bastard ruined it.
CDO: Captain?
Torres: Don't you see?
Torres: He walked all over it with his dirty boots! Over the crisp white sheets of my bed that I had just made!
Torres: Furious shout, then controlling breathing.
Torres: Let's have him assist in the next plan...
Torres: It'll make a fine sideshow for our scheme to kill a million people.
Torres: Or was it the plan to save ten million lives, Command Duty Officer?

Of course, at this point, his goal is anyone's guess. Anyone logical, who has a limited amount of information and confidence.

Brigadier General Clemens has no compunctions about either, so one week later on September 4th, Strider Squadron is ordered to conduct a low-altitude raid on Anchorhead Bay, where Erusea has been gathering up the remnants of their naval and air fleets. As part of their "oh god mobilize everything", they've started bringing out mothballed aircraft, pilots, and ships just to have something to sortie with. Brigadier General Clemens saw that force number, their readiness, and his mysteriously ironclad knowledge that the Alicorn was somehow going to arrive there to order Strider Squadron to raid Anchorhead Bay.

Of course, in order to maintain the element of surprise, only four planes would be sortied at low altitude. They'd depend on the element of surprise and large amounts of resupply elements to be able to cripple the Erusean forces with a 0% casualty rate. Of course.

Wait a second. Four planes, against a nascent fleet? Man, if we didn't know any better, it's almost like someone wants to kill Trigger! That'd be ridiculous, though. There's no way that - hey wait a minute analyst David North mentioned that some of the former crew of the Alicorn might be conducting sabotage. This probably has no relevance whatsoever.

In other related news, however, David North brought up Captain Matias Torres' service history. He was part of the Erusean Navy, but the event that defined his reputation was the Battle of Comberth Harbor - aka, the mission where you sink the Invincible Fleet Aegir. He was hailed as the Hero of Comberth Harbor for his quick and decisive damage control and evacuations, preserving the lives of many of his fellow crew. When he was then assigned to the Alicorn, he was also able to keep the Alicorn's crew alive for their 698 day unplanned seabed endurance test - which also probably caused some insanity in the entire crew, but also made the crew extremely loyal to each other. Long story short - crewmen that stuck with Torres had a habit of making it through wars.

Regardless, the day of the mission arrives, and Strider Squadron absolutely blows the Eruseans the fuck out. Erusean mission control was supposedly heard cracking out the black humor: "We're going to make a fortune after the war ends. Buy stock in salvage companies while you can," to provide an examples. Anchorhead Bay was also notable for being one of the places where Eruseans committed a large portion of their remaining human pilots to the defense, notably the Glamrock Squadron piloting F-4 Phantoms what the fuck.

Trigger, of course, doesn't give a fuck about all of that, and summarily wipes Anchorhead Bay's military attachment off the face of the earth with truckloads of anti-ship missiles. As one Erusean senior officer puts it, "This is definitely the work of Three Strikes. They'd reject my report if it wasn't." Meanwhile, over on Osean command side, Clemens is trying to pitch an operation that doesn't need aces; a military doctrine that no longer needs ace pilots. Trigger blowing up the entirety of Anchorhead Bay made the Osean upper brass unanimously tell Clemens that he was full of shit.

Well, actually no. Trigger blew up the entirety of the forces in Anchorhead Bay, neighboring Dakiouk Bay, and the pristine fleet sent in to reinforce it. Can't understate Trigger's accomplishments here.

Actual Erusean dialogue:
Erusean HQ: Four aircraft destroyed the entire port? You must be hallucinating!
Erusean Port Official: It's not a hallucination! It's a nightmare!

(sidenote: Trigger also blew up a huge number of Erusean's upper brass, further complicating the situation post-Farbanti)

Of course, Torres chose this moment to make his presence known on the battlefield in his characteristic fashion.

CDO: Captain, we're starting the guided artillery fire drill.
Torres: Command Duty Officer, what do you think would turn a drill into a real war?
Torres: You don't see it, do you? It's imagination!
Torres: So use your imagination, my fellow submariners! A single shell will save ten million lives!
CDO: Begin drill! Ready for anti-air combat!

Long Caster: Warning! Incoming high speed projectile!

Torres: SALVATION!

(railgun round impacts)

Torres: Picture it!
Torres: Salvation!
Torres: laughing
Torres: The death of a million is a necessity!

Huxian, hit by the UAV-guided missile, had to leave the airspace. Trigger, being a madman, decided to not deal with any more railgun impacts by simply blowing up the hypermanueverable SLUAVs. This worked because Trigger.

Some other choice Torres quotes, when 2 "eggs" were being handed over:
Erusean Agent: Valkryie, this is Quarkman. Packaged eggs are ready and waiting, count two.
Torres: Two, worth a million lives each.
Erusean Agent: Also, there's a rumor going around in the military. "Three Strikes in the sky is a sign of ill omen."
Torres: Three Strikes... he lacks the drive.
Torres: Imagine you're just about to be killed. Why am I going to be killed, you ask.
Torres: Because they wanted to steal from you, to torment you, to burn you, to cut you apart.
Torres: It was for your sins, your actions, and your vengeance! There has to be a reason!
Torres: Three Strikes has none of that. I do.
Torres: Do you see, Command Duty Officer? You don't, do you?

Of course, none of this really stops Strider Squadron, so they continue cruising around annihilating more of Erusea's rapidly dwinding airforce until operation time is up. At this moment, Mimic Squadron reappears and immediately tags Lanza with a missile. These missiles were unconventional, not setting off the missile alert until impact - stealth missiles. Brigadier Clemens tries to contact those mercenaries over Osean channels, and at this point something serious is fucked up here. Clemens is going to be talked to at this point, one way or another.

That's not really relevant for Trigger, though, who blows up both members of the Mimic Squadron, revealed to be siblings by General Clemens. Rage, who had some time to eject, chose to rant: "I'd rather go to hell than live in a world shaped by you, Three Strikes!" His sister's death also has something to do with that.

As the mission ends, we get some choice quotes:
Erusean Agent: I have no doubts that the Plan to Save Ten Million Lives will lead Erusea to a true victory.
Torres: Stop thinking so small. It's salvation on a far grander scale.

Cut back to the briefing room, where the first thing Huxian did when Brigadier General Clemens entered the room was to punch him in the face. Wiseman managed to talk her down, but unfortunately, Lanza's cola was a casualty of the fighting.

A moment of silence for Lanza's cola.

...

Anyway, the LRSSG is royally fucking pissed at Clemens, especially since he knew Mimic Squadron (aka, the bats) suspiciously well. One thing led to another, and Clemens called for the MPs. At which point, Vice Chair Edwards of the Joint Chief of Staff said "He's right. Get the MP."

As it turns out, Clemens was being fed information by an Alicorn plant, and probably traitorous too on top of that. After the Erusean force had been "chased away" (read: completely destroyed), the Alicorn slipped into port and resupplied. Clemen's "unimpeachable source" turned out to be Zul, one of the Alicorn's agents - who helped the Alicorn to accomplish their goals. This is in addition to his probable treachery and working for General Resources over the Osean military, which, ah, the Osean military in the middle of its crackdown on the megacorps is sideeyeing rather heavily. Edwards and David North finish their explanation by reiterating the call for MPs.

Huxian beats them to the punch. Literally.

Then David North fills them all in.

In addition to the shipbased railguns the Alicorn carries, it also comes with a rail cannon, on par with the Stonehenge guns. The Alicorn only stayed in Anchorhead Bay for ten minutes. Not nearly enough time to load in a SLBM. No, they loaded up on something else. Tactical nuclear shells. Moreover, as terrorists, the threat of nuclear deterrence was not going to stop them - Erusea had completely washed their hands of the Alicorn. That meant that nuclear deterrence wasn't going to stop Torres from nuking Osea's capital. The Alicorn had to be stopped.

Four days later, on the brink of the undersea Peony Trench, the LRSSG made its strike. The Alicorn sortied aircraft to prevent detection, but Trigger did a Trigger and shot them down. Meanwhile, David North reported in from Oured on the state of the anti-war demonstrations on the same day, September 19th. Two groups clash, while advertising drones hang in the air overhead, David North reports. He hits on something, and then leaves the radio channel.

Sonobuoys are dropped, despite UAV and Alicorn fighters trying to shoot down the Osean patrol aircraft. The Alicorn's location is narrowed down enough for Trigger to detect it with a Magnetic Anomaly Detector - which is jammed via Alicorn jamming buoys, because the Alicorn predicted this. This doesn't buy the Alicorn enough time to escape from Trigger, however, and so the Alicorn's location is identified. In come the VL-ASROC anti-submarine missiles, and up comes the Alicorn, apparently unscathed. The Alicorn, once surfaced, begins attacking the Osean fleet. The LRSSG take their chance to attack the Alicorn directly.

In the ensuing superace on superweapon fight, all of the Alicorn's weaponry is brought to bear. UAVs, SAMs, CIWS, even the railguns are used as instant-kill guns if Trigger doesn't fly fast enough. Torres, meanwhile, continues delivering his quotables:

Torres: The two years we fought at the bottom of the sea... I will not allow our perseverance to be desecrated!
Torres: There's no means of retreat! We'll have to kill them all if we are to live!
Torres: If you wish to live, then you have to let go of your life!
Torres: Be not afraid! Did you not leave your fears behind at the bottom of the abyss?

Barrier drones are deployed. They do not stop Trigger's assault.

Torres: My fellow submariners! Your lives carry weight! It gives you the right to take the lives of others!

Then, Trigger finally destroys the last of the ballast tanks, and there is no more way for the Alicorn to submerge.

Torres sighs.

"We surrender," he radios. "This is the submarine aircraft cruiser Alicorn. We surrendered! Stop shooting!"

"All aircraft, cease firing," Long Caster orders.

"That's a con man talking," Count says. "I should know."

"Let's just sink it!" Huxian cries.

"Negative! We cannot attack those who have surrendered." Long Caster retorts. He wonders now what would've happened if Trigger actually listened to him. "That's a breach of international law!"

"I repeat! We surrender!" Torres cries out.

"What do we do?" Huxian breathlessly asks. Time is running out.

"Weapon use is prohibited!" Long Caster insists.

"Why hold international law so dearly?" Count asks, and in that moment Long Caster has to clench his jaw shut.

"We'll no longer be soldiers the moment we don't!" Jaeger fortunately cuts in.

"Then I'll happily quit my career!" Count says, and Long Caster sighs.

"Do not attack!" he calls out.

"We will surrender." Torres repeats. "We are currently making preparations to be disarmed."

David North cuts in.

"I'm David North, an analyst with the Osean Intelligence Agency. Captain, we have already jammed your terminal guidance system over Oured. Your shot will miss the mark."

Captain Matias' tone shifts.

"...Let me tell you a story. Back when I was a gunnery officer... I had to aim at an enemy ship 30 kilometers away in the middle of a storm."

Suddenly, the rail cannon comes up.

"The seas were rough that day, and still, I landed one of the two shots."

"Here's a question," David North asked. "Was your plan elegant? The answer is...yes.

"At least until Three Strikes ruined it!" David North triumphantly crows.

"What do you know of beauty?!" Torres shouts back.

The rail cannon is armed.

Long Caster wonders what would've happened if he had simply trusted his subordinates.

"They have no intentions to surrender!" David North suddenly says. "Stop them, Trigger!"

Trigger instantly shoots forward towards the Alicorn. Barrier drones block the path, preventing a clear shot.

"Stop attacking them immediately!" Long Caster says instead.

"Target the Osean capital of Oured!" Torres demands. "To take the lives of one million people, 5,000 kilometers away, by my very own hands!"

Trigger opens fire. The rail cannon is knocked off course.

"It fired!"

"It's okay!" David North cries. "The shell will miss!"

"What happened?!" Torres demands.

"That's a blatant violation of orders, you dumbass!" Count laughs.

"Load the next shell!" Torres shouts.

"All aircraft, destroy the Alicorn!" Wiseman orders.

Thinking back, Long Caster should've made that call.

No matter, though. Trigger was on it.

But there's still some choice dialogue.

Submarine Crew: FCS error! Can't raise the elevation of the barrel!
Torres: Three Strikes in the sky is a sign of ill omen...!
Submarine CDO: Captain?
Torres: All slow ahead! Flood the aft trim tanks!
Submarine CDO: Sir, the boat will sink aft first!
Torres: And that will give the gun the elevation it needs!
Torres: Don't you see, Three Strikes? Ten million lives will be saved, at the cost of a mere million lives!
Torres: A powerful boat, a powerful gun, powerful ammunition! Add to that lots of people and a precise aim!
Torres: Then sprinkle death all over it, and the formula is complete!
David North: You're nothing more than a mass murderer!
Torres: Then indulge me! What makes you an I any different?
Torres: You want to kill the three hundred men on this boat to save a million! How is that any different?!
David North: Trigger, give him his answer!
Torres: Don't you see?!
Torres: Don't you see?!
Torres: Landing a clean shot on a difficult target!
Torres: That is what makes it elegant! That is what makes it true beauty!
Torres: Alas, you don't see, Three Strikes! Of course you wouldn't!

And then Trigger finishes blowing up the rail cannon, and the only thing Torres has left is a rant.

Torres: Don't you see? One million! One million lives!

The Alicorn explodes, and that's that.



Right, so remember when I promised I'd explain what a singularity is?

Okay, here's that explanation.

A singularity is used in the context of dynamical system models. A singlaruity is a point that determines the behavior of the points around it. When someone like David North makes predictive models based on systems models, literally only two things matter: the singularities of the system, and where we start on that model. The singularities control everything about the situation outcomes - starting position just tells you which singularities you're affected by.

Critically, when two singularities interact, behavior gets fuzzy depending on which area of possibility space is dominated by which singularity. That is why it is difficult to calculate what happens when singularities interact; Alex (David North's AI assistant) needs seven months to calculate the result of a fight between Trigger and Captain Torres because they are two singularities interacting with each other with very few previous records to go on.

The thing about Trigger and Captain Torres that David North notes are that they are incredibly strong singularities. As in, "if one of them takes the field victory is never in doubt and all events bend to suit their needs" strong. "Survival rate always goes up when one of them is on mission" strong. Putting in people who now have auto-successes on actions they take is what you voted for when you put Singularities into the game. Friendly and hostile.
Much more thorough my than my half-assed summary. Thanks.

As for the presence of singularities...well, while I'm sure Belka and the Aliens have a few of their own, we do have Trigger and Mobius One, who almost certainly also qualifies. And probably Cipher, too. Blaze and Talisman...I'm not sure where they fall.
Some Nearby Analysis:
"While it was a very impressive technological feat, the introduction of applied battlefield psionics is going to send them back to square one. Particularly when you realize that the situations and environments that cause Singularities have so far shown to also result in more powerful psionic abilities. I'm all but certain that large part of the reason that Singularities are thing in the first place is due to low/subconscious use of psionics to add the laws of physics fuck off with the rest of the conventions they flaunt. Now that people are going to start working on doing it intentionally we are going to see some WTF nonsense the likes of which have only been seen in video games and pop fiction."

"This lead towards the question of WHY Super-Aces have notable psi-sensitivity, and if it's due to natural talent or experience. While its too preliminary to make any judgement, flight records show that while they tend to start their careers pushing the envelope of what is considered possible, once they rack of the combat hours their performance skyrockets. Several other data-points show that other psi-sensitive individuals also tend to be in the high levels of their profession, so there evidence towards a 'Muscle Exercise' theory. If you push the envelope hard enough and often enough, the parts of you exerted are strengthened as a consequence. This new capability is then combined with increasing 'mundane' skill to be pushed even further, continuing the cycle. This would also explain why it tends to happen in wars, with constant lethal-risk environments producing additional neurological impetus. Now that we know it exists, and are seeing or will soon see demonstrations from the enemy, we should be able to start using psionics in ways other that simply becoming even better at what you already do."

"What that says for the rest of us mere mortals is impossible to say at this point, as we don't know enough about psionics to know what the actual rules are. Maybe Super-Aces are just sufficiently talented and have the right catalyst, or maybe they're the freaks of nature we've always thought they were. Maybe there's on one answer because they're all special snow flakes. Considering that we're filling in gap of our understanding of the universe in a branch we previously didn't even know existed, its going to be 'interesting' to see things develop. Even if we do manage to wrestle vast tomes of lore from the invaders, its debatable just how much of it will be applicable to us as a species due to the biological differences. If humanity as a whole can has the potential to 'awake up', then society is going to enter a brave new world one way or another."
Other analyst:

"Given the effects of the, for lack of a better word, aura reported to be coming from Flowing Guard Unbreakable, it's not unreasonable to consider that the mere presence of some Psionically gifted pilots might cause loss of morale amongst their foes, or increased morale amongst their allies. And who knows what other effects might be similarly transmitted by psionics. For all we know, Trigger is somehow subconsciously sharing his piloting talents with his allies, actively improving their skills, thus explaining the reduced casualties. He may also somehow able to see through their eyes and share their senses. Would certainly explain how he manages to evade so many shots he shouldn't see coming."

"And then there's the question of whether psionic pilots might somehow be able to meld their talents when flying together, enhancing their overall power. That would explain both Flowing Guard Unbreakable, and groups like Yellow Squadron or Strigon Team. While the impact of an individually strong psion might be high, it's possible that power could be matched or exceed by a group of psions pooling their power. Flowing Guard Unbreakable's stalemate with several talented pilots, including some confirmed psions, may be a result of such a phenomena."

"There's a massive array of possibilities at this juncture, and all of them are both fascinating, and terrifying. While we're only just now realizing the existence of such things, our enemy has enough of an understanding to employ them as C&C. And now they're backing Belka. The odds are very good Belka's understanding of this topic is growing by leaps-and-bounds, and that any nascent psions in the country will be found and enlisted. Deploying those psionic jammers in our next fight may just be a necessity, if we want to have a chance of winning."
 
It's not entirely clear from the initial quotes about the ship what it looks like. However, even with Strangereal's technological lead over our world, I kinda doubt they have mass-based detectors. That's a technology so far into the realm of sci-fi that I genuinely don't know where you'd even start with making one. Typically, we use infrared. So it apparently either looked like an asteroid, or they just assumed it was one because it was in space, and was too massive for normal space-junk. I'm unsure if the Ulysses impactor was massive enough to be a planetoid, but if it was, that means the mothership likely presented a vaguely circular profile, because an irregularly shaped planetoid would be unusual, and might have raised eyebrows sooner.
Given how much space junk is in orbit, you could probably figure out where any given massive object in deep space is and how much it masses by observing how it perturbs the orbit of other space junk.

Eventually. If someone has the computing time and space tracking radar to spare.
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By the way, I'm holding open nominations for Wiseman's real name, in hopes of writing a Distinguished Flying Cross citation for him. I'll be listening to suggestions for the next, oh... 6-8 hours maybe?
 
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So it apparently either looked like an asteroid, or they just assumed it was one because it was in space, and was too massive for normal space-junk. I'm unsure if the Ulysses impactor was massive enough to be a planetoid, but if it was, that means the mothership likely presented a vaguely circular profile, because an irregularly shaped planetoid would be unusual, and might have raised eyebrows sooner.
It wasn't big enough to be a planetoid, the Ulysses had diameter of 1.6 km and the ship was only estimated to have at least a similar mass.

Though if we want to get really technical, planetoid and asteroid mean the same thing.
 
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It wasn't big enough to be a planetoid, the Ulysses had diameter of 1.6 km and the ship was only estimated to have at least a similar mass.
Which means the IR signature or visual imaging probably made it look about the size of the Ulysses. Unless the Ulysses was low mass, which it might have been, given the fragmentation. Most mass estimates for such things are...rough, to say the least. They're based on size and average composition, possibly accounting for things like albedo, since how reflective an object is varies based at least somewhat on composition. Given how the aliens snuck up on us, I'm guessing they're towards the dark end of the visual spectrum, and probably showed up on IR. Their actual mass is probably a lot higher than estimated, given the density and weight of the alloy they use. High enough we really don't want it hitting the planet.
 
The object in question is in high planetary orbit. If it's not somehow cloaked or something, and it's not ridiculously dense, it's large enough to be seen through hobbyist astronomer telescopes, and quite possibly large enough to be seen through high power binoculars.

If people are describing it as an asteroid, it's because it looks like an asteroid.
 
Sorry, don't mean to nitpick but you have some of the dates wrong. Glamrock Squadron was in Sighthound not Anchorhead. The sinking of the Alicorn took place a few days before the 19th since that was the day that Osean forces took Farbanti. The dialogue was a little less then clear on that one.
Fixewd, thanks.
Ace Combat Negative One: The Hot War
Missions 1-10


MISSION ONE- Wild Sow

The rightfully elected fraternal government of the People's Democratic Republic of Leasath is suffering a wave of uprisings from a coalition of military coup d'etat forces and separatist factions. Loyalist troops hold a small perimeter around the capital of Alendal, but the rebels are receiving support from the Osean Federation. Separatist bombers, supplied by Osea, are inbound towards San Antonio Airport. We cannot allow the airport to be destroyed. The Leasath pilots our Yuktobanian squadron has been training are still ill-prepared to meet this threat, and the skies are full of indiscriminate flak barrages from overly enthusiastic gunners, but you are the only pilot available.

Scramble and show them all how it's done! B-26 bombers are inbound. All we have operational is a Yak-23 converted trainer, but shoot them down!

MISSION TWO- Burning Bridges

While the bombing attack failed, the Danern separatists have succeeded in landing a heavily armed naval infantry division on the Sonem peninsula south of the capital. Local militia are taking heavy casualties from separatist light armor. Provide air support and slow down the separatist forces, so that the militia can stop them before they reach artillery range of the capital. It is recommended that you switch to a fighter-bomber for this mission. The squadron's other pilots will be able to scramble, having returned from leave in the capital.

[Leasath militia radio chatter about the 'lightning' striking separatist vehicles]

MISSION THREE- Saving Grace

It has become clear that the rebels are being heavily supplied by the Osean Federation. The situation has grown critical, and the capital will fall in days if the front lines aren't stabilized. The Danern separatists are unloading supplies for a major offensive through the port of La Guava. Destroy their main ammunition dumps, buying time for Yuktobanian aid convoys to reach the beleaguered defenders of the capital.

MISSION FOUR- The Magician

Coup d'etat forces under the command of Marshal Henemo have launched an air mission to sink our aid convoy before it can reach Tyria Harbor. Shoot them down and protect our shipping. Without the contents of these ships, Alendal will fall.

[Coup d'etat radio chatter about the 'magician' shooting down their planes]

MISSION FIVE- Last Stand

Revitalized by a new supply of heavy equipment, government forces have captured the separatist beachhead, and are pushing back Henemo's coup d'etat troops. Provide air cover for the Leasath counteroffensive. Be warned that the coup d'etat forces have managed to deploy vehicle-mounted surface to air missiles to cover their positions, and still have a considerable number of jet aircraft.

[army/militia radio chatter about the 'white lightning' above them]

MISSION SIX- Turning Turtle

Defeating the Danern separatists will require the neutralization of their greatest military stronghold, Mount Archelon. Aerial reconnaissance has revealed many defensive missile and artillery positions. For the island to be recaptured, these must be destroyed, and the tramp freighters loaded with munitions at the port must be sunk.

If your plane runs out of munitions, cross the return line at the north edge of the operational airspace.



[Cut-scene: escalating tensions between Osea and Yuktobania as the Osean proxies are defeated]

MISSION SEVEN- Crossing the South

With Leasath's independence secured from the immediate rebel threats, the Central Committee has chosen to provide further guarantees of the security of this small and vulnerable nation. By deploying long range ballistic burst missiles to Leasath, Yuktobania will protect the Leasath government against any attempt by Osea to reverse the verdict of the 1968 election. This will also counteract the presence of Osean cruise missile sites in South Kaluga on the Verusan continent. In preparation for this operation, we must gather information on the dispositions of the Osean military in the surrounding territories.

You will be flying solo, in a high-speed reconnaissance mission over Aurelian airspace, to confirm reports of the presence of Osean warships in Santa Elva. Aurelian radar coverage is limited, so you should be able to get in and out without incident. Even if detected, you are under orders to avoid causing casualties to the Aurelians. Pressing Aurelia into a state of war with either Leasath or Yuktobania is unacceptable at this time.

MISSION EIGHT- Bolt From The Blue

Although the Osean aircraft carrier Raven is shadowing our task force, the combined hostile naval presence around Terminus Island is assessed as unlikely to present a challenge to our escort fleet. A cordon of Osean warships has spread itself in the path of the fleet. However, these ships are too light, few, and dispersed to win an intense naval battle. The fleet's combined air defenses are deemed adequate to repel attacks from the Raven.

At 1030 hours tomorrow, the escort fleet and missile carriers will come within range of effective land-based air support. You are to reinforce the fleet's air defenses against a possible attack by the Raven. In addition, be advised that merchant sailors have reported sightings of unidentified heavy bomber aircraft in the region. The Oseans may be planning to use strategic bombers, such as their B-52, as naval strike aircraft.

[The Osean Air Force deploys a Thunderbird to cripple the Yuktobanian fleet. Molniya's squadron happens to be out of range of the first Jupiter missile EMP attack. Molniya engages the superheavy bomber, with its escort of well-handled parasite F-5s presenting some complication. Furthermore, the Thunderbirds' exhaust vents act as decoys for MSL launches, and are so tough that if you've done much other fighting, you can literally shoot your missiles dry trying to wreck them all.]

[After a short time engaging the Thunderbird, Molniya is recalled to defend the fleet against an Osean strike package from the carrier Raven. Molniya Squadron is instructed to defend until out of fuel, then ditch in the sea over the fleet, where they will be picked up and returned to Yuktobania's own carrier. The Yuke carrier lost most of its air wing in the Jupiter attack and skirmishes against the Osean carrier attack, but reserve planes have been prepared for the Molniya lead element- fortunately both pilots are carrier-qualified.]



[Cut scene- the North Kalugan capital has been evacuated of all non-essential personnel; bomb damage is extensive]

MISSION NINE- Linebackers

The fleet has withdrawn in good order. Thanks to your efforts, few of our ships were damaged. The Central Committee has declined to issue a declaration of war against the Osean Federation, though it has lodged a protest against the unprovoked attack on our escort fleet in the strongest possible terms.

[Mission briefing officer gives a harsh, short laugh]

And of course, the strongest term of all is "a good beating." With this in mind, we intend to help our comrades in the People's Republic of Kaluga deliver the goods against the Osean Air Force. Kaluga has suffered heavily from Osean carpet-bombing attacks, some of which deploy destructive chemical weapons against the nation's forests, fields, and peasantry. After your successes in assisting the people of Leasath, you are an obvious candidate to aid our allies in repelling these cowardly attacks.

Be warned, the Osean heavy bombers operate at very high altitude, and will be escorted by some of the enemy's most modern fighter aircraft. Shooting them down short of their targets north of the Amir River will be challenging.

[During the mission, comm chatter on the North Kalugan side about Yuktobania's White Lightning]

MISSION TEN- Wild Weasels

In an attempt to minimize suffering among the peasants and laborers of Kaluga, we have provided modern heavy surface to air missile batteries to the People's Republic. In response, the Oseans have equipped fighter-bombers with electronic warfare apparatus and radar-homing rockets to attack the sites, clearing the way for further assaults on the Kalugan homeland. Signals intelligence predicts a wave of these "wild weasel" attacks tomorrow. Assist the Kalugan interceptors in fending off this attack on our allies' air defenses.

[Several minutes into the mission, a Thunderbird shows up and starts blasting the SAM sites with Jupiter EMP strikes. Kalugan radar crews valiantly stay online, shepherding the interceptors out of the path of the Jupiters for as long as they can continue to track them, despite being under direct attack themselves]
Canon. What a fun time!
It just occurred to me that we don't have access to acx original non-super planes:
The Apalis, Fregata, Cariburn, or Forneus. Are these under under an Aurelia only contract?
Those planes actually haven't been fully rolled out yet. If nothing else changes, expect to see them soon.
 
The object in question is in high planetary orbit. If it's not somehow cloaked or something, and it's not ridiculously dense, it's large enough to be seen through hobbyist astronomer telescopes, and quite possibly large enough to be seen through high power binoculars.

If people are describing it as an asteroid, it's because it looks like an asteroid.
@huhYeahGoodPoint
Is it and are people actually saying it looks like an asteroid?
 
CANON OMAKE: Ace Combat Negative One: The Hot War Part Two
Ace Combat Negative One: The Hot War
Missions 11-19


MISSION ELEVEN- Thunder Rolls

President Francis of the Osean Federation has declared the Firebird strategic projection aircraft part of the vaunted "secret plan to win the war in Kaluga." he promoted in the 1968 elections. Recent evidence has confirmed what we suspected after the skirmish off Terminus Island. These nuclear-powered aircraft can remain airborne for weeks at a time, presenting a constant threat against which ground-based defenses cannot be sustained for any length of time. Several attacks have already been launched from the same Firebird that engaged the Amir defense line two days ago, as part of what President Francis is calling "Operation Rolling Thunder." As of this time we do not know how many of the class the Oseans have, but only one has been deployed to the region.

We estimate that the optimal time for an air attack on the Firebird will take place tomorrow, at approximately 1445 hours. At that time, the Firebird's offshore patrol route will carry it close to a large storm formation. This storm cover an air squadron's approach to close range.

While Yuktobania is still working on a weapon system capable of fully countering the Firebird, we believe that with good tactics, a prepared force can- and will- bring down these monstrous dragons. The motherland's eye is upon you! Good luck!

MISSION TWELVE- Over The Brink

[Sound of explosions and gunfire in the distance]

The Oseans have escalated the war, and this base is under attack. Another wave of attacks from multiple aircraft carriers is expected at any moment. Launch to defend our airbase, and protect the strike bombers that will launch our counterattack!

[Unicorn Squadron, flying advanced model F-4s with high performance missiles, shows up among the waves of air attackers. Molniya 3 and 4 are injured as their planes are bombed, taxiing for takeoff.]

["By elements, cover each other. Watch those white planes!"]

[Cut scene: war breaks out across the Pacific as a series of Firebird attacks spearhead Osean carrier air raids. Ballistic missiles are not exchanged.]

MISSION THIRTEEN- Murderers' Row

The Osean Fourth Naval Fleet has gone to full wartime activity in the Bay of Mists. From there, the fleet's carriers can launch numerous strikes against targets in Kaluga, and potentially Yuktobania itself. Our air defense forces are hard pressed elsewhere, due to the confirmed presence of multiple Firebird superheavy bombers assailing our nation's borders from many angles. But thanks to your actions, no Firebird is escorting the Fourth Fleet. This presents us with a valuable opportunity to weaken the enemy in comparative safety.

Our attack directed against the Fourth Fleet will prioritize destruction of the Osean aircraft carriers. All other ship types are secondary targets. Be wary of defensive missile fire; reports indicate that many Osean warships have been refitted with the advanced 'Typhon' air defense system.

["Visual on the Yuke lead planes- all antiflash white." "Is Molniya here?" "Those two planes are from Molniya Squadron!" "Watch out, boys, that witch who took down the YB-350 is here!"]



MISSION FOURTEEN- Not One Step Backward

I hope you're ready for action, comrade; your emergency redeployment was very much needed.

The Osean Marine Corps has landed troops on the Bastok Peninsula, exploiting the fragmented state of our air defenses in this remote area and the lack of tactical missile units capable of engaging from outside artillery range. Moving rapidly, they have already established forward bases for aircraft behind their lines. While the bases sustain few aircraft, we have confirmed the presence of the Osean Air Force's elite Unicorn Squadron at the front, further worsening the defensive situation.

While active front-line combat continues and our valiant soldiers fight fiercely for every meter of ground, the airfields will have to be destroyed for the Osean beachhead to be contained.

Given the risk of encountering Unicorn Squadron, you will require an aircraft capable of defeating both air and ground opponents.

[Replacement pilots are taking the Molniya 3 and 4 slots. Molniya 3 is shot down in the duel with the Unicorns. Molniya 2's plane may be damaged covering Molniya 4, but he ejects unharmed]

MISSION FIFTEEN- Goalie

One of our spy satellites will be dropping a capsule of film canisters taken over western Osea tomorrow. The capsule will re-enter the Earth's atmosphere over the ocean at 0835 hours, then deploy a parachute, in order to be picked up in midair by a transport plane. The transport must fly a steady course to make the capture.

Reports of submarine activity in the area make it exceptionally risky to allow the capsule to fall in the water, where it cannot be easily recovered by the Yuktobanian Navy. Furthermore, intelligence reports suggest that in this case, the Oseans may have caught wind of the drop. If so, it is likely that they will send a long range interceptor element to shoot down the transport plane. Fly escort for the transport until it can recover the film capsule.

MISSION SIXTEEN- Fly By Night

Salvage crews have recovered several mostly-intact aircraft that had to be abandoned in place on the Bastok Peninsula after their landing force was driven into the sea. This presents us with an opportunity to bypass the automated components of Osea's air warning network, the Osea Robotic Air Defense or "ORAD." While manned air patrols and radar operators might otherwise notice something amiss, intelligence has identified a soft spot in their patrol networks over the Central Pacific.

Molniya Squadron will fly in at low altitude across the ocean with copies of the captured transponders, in hopes of avoiding interception. Once you penetrate Sand Island's air defense zone, you are to do as much damage as possible to the base's air defense radars and missile batteries. A follow-up attack with special runway cratering munitions will further disable the base.



MISSION SEVENTEEN- Tip Of The Spear

Hello, and welcome back to our gallant carrier! The Admiral Rossovsky stands ready.

With the Sand Island base out of commission, there is now a gap in Osea's long range interceptor coverage. They have responded by pulling carrier battlegroups back, to avoid penetration by high speed supersonic bombers- perhaps to make sure we don't get any funny ideas about deep strike attacks with special weapons, heh. We are prepared to steam forward with the Central Pacific Fleet to engage the Oseans ship-to-ship- except that their forces are escorted by a Firebird. As we saw at the Terminus Islands, the Firebirds are extremely effective antiship platforms.

We will need to work a second miracle to clear the way for our naval offensive- but this time, the Firebird will be operating within range of carrier jets from the Osean fleet. If you do not finish the mission quickly, expect to be mobbed by escort fighters launched from their aircraft carrier, the Raven.

[The new Molniya 4 is killed in the attack on the Firebird]

MISSION EIGHTEEN- Silenced Service

The Oseans have again fallen back, now under cover of land-based air defenses, rather than risk an engagement without Firebird support. This permits us a narrow window of opportunity, exploiting low cloud ceilings and an incoming electrical storm that will interfere with radar coverage, during which to attack a cluster of Osean submarine pens situated on the north coast of Pacifica province.

This mission is considered to be war-critical, as the Oseans are preparing at least three submarines armed with cruise missiles at this base. Intelligence reports indicate that the Oseans may be arming their submarines with weapons of mass destruction in hopes of launching a crippling strike, as opposed to the conventional arms currently forward-deployed to their remaining combat fleets. Ours is the only fleet that has made enough forward progress to engage these wolves of the sea in their den; we must destroy this base to delay any attempt by the Oseans to threaten the homeland with weapons of mass destruction!

["How are they hitting us with so many bombs!?" "Is that the Wicked Witch of the West!?"]

[radio chatter by General James Poe, an OADF commander, exhorting the air defense and interceptor forces to stop the attack, and demanding that Yuktobania be "laid waste" as a menace to the Osean way of life]

MISSION NINETEEN- Soft Underbelly

The naval situation in the Central Pacific is increasingly favorable, but this fleet's flanks are threatened. Cinigrad has ordered us to fall back and move north, there to join a decisive battle

Tanker-supported missions by strike aircraft flying from the Yuktobanian mainland against targets in southwestern Osea will continue, in hopes of creating confusion as to whether our fleet has truly withdrawn. With luck, the Oseans' losses in reconnaissance assets will allow us to take their northern fleet by surprise while it is locked in long range carrier air battles with our own.

Arm yourselves for antiship strike, but be wary- if our own northern fleets fail in their objectives, our own attack may face interference from a Firebird.

[Yep, a Firebird shows up. This one's been upgraded; some of the weaknesses are less weak, and the B-350 kicks in a pair of auxiliary jet engines buried in the structure after losing enough propellers to shoot down an ordinary Firebird. However, the Firebird cannot use its Jupiter missiles very effectively against purely airborne targets, or over their own fleet, significantly hampering its effectiveness. The souped-up maser systems only partly compensate. Committed to a mission outside its normal operating parameters, the upgraded Firebird goes down, but takes several Yuktobanian pilots with it.]

[cut scene: Molniya Squadron is transferred to operate out of a temporary base on… you guessed it, Sand Island. Land-based aviation is crowded onto the island to strike targets on the Osean mainland. There is a reason Osea kept a base on the island even during its most pacifist periods afterwards...]
 
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Ace Combat Negative One: The Hot War
Missions 11-19


MISSION ELEVEN- Thunder Rolls

President Francis of the Osean Federation has declared the Firebird strategic projection aircraft part of the vaunted "secret plan to win the war in Kaluga." he promoted in the 1968 elections. Recent evidence has confirmed what we suspected after the skirmish off Terminus Island. These nuclear-powered aircraft can remain airborne for weeks at a time, presenting a constant threat against which ground-based defenses cannot be sustained for any length of time. Several attacks have already been launched from the same Firebird that engaged the Amir defense line two days ago, as part of what President Francis is calling "Operation Rolling Thunder." As of this time we do not know how many of the class the Oseans have, but only one has been deployed to the region.

We estimate that the optimal time for an air attack on the Firebird will take place tomorrow, at approximately 1445 hours. At that time, the Firebird's offshore patrol route will carry it close to a large storm formation. This storm cover an air squadron's approach to close range.

While Yuktobania is still working on a weapon system capable of fully countering the Firebird, we believe that with good tactics, a prepared force can- and will- bring down these monstrous dragons. The motherland's eye is upon you! Good luck!

MISSION TWELVE- Over The Brink

[Sound of explosions and gunfire in the distance]

The Oseans have escalated the war, and this base is under attack. Another wave of attacks from multiple aircraft carriers is expected at any moment. Launch to defend our airbase, and protect the strike bombers that will launch our counterattack!

[Unicorn Squadron, flying advanced model F-4s with high performance missiles, shows up among the waves of air attackers. Molniya 3 and 4 are injured as their planes are bombed, taxiing for takeoff.]

["By elements, cover each other. Watch those white planes!"]

[Cut scene: war breaks out across the Pacific as a series of Firebird attacks spearhead Osean carrier air raids. Ballistic missiles are not exchanged.]

MISSION THIRTEEN- Murderers' Row

The Osean Fourth Naval Fleet has gone to full wartime activity in the Bay of Mists. From there, the fleet's carriers can launch numerous strikes against targets in Kaluga, and potentially Yuktobania itself. Our air defense forces are hard pressed elsewhere, due to the confirmed presence of multiple Firebird superheavy bombers assailing our nation's borders from many angles. But thanks to your actions, no Firebird is escorting the Fourth Fleet. This presents us with a valuable opportunity to weaken the enemy in comparative safety.

Our attack directed against the Fourth Fleet will prioritize destruction of the Osean aircraft carriers. All other ship types are secondary targets. Be wary of defensive missile fire; reports indicate that many Osean warships have been refitted with the advanced 'Typhon' air defense system.

["Visual on the Yuke lead planes- all antiflash white." "Is Molniya here?" "Those two planes are from Molniya Squadron!" "Watch out, boys, that witch who took down the YB-350 is here!"]



MISSION FOURTEEN- Not One Step Backward

I hope you're ready for action, comrade; your emergency redeployment was very much needed.

The Osean Marine Corps has landed troops on the Bastok Peninsula, exploiting the fragmented state of our air defenses in this remote area and the lack of tactical missile units capable of engaging from outside artillery range. Moving rapidly, they have already established forward bases for aircraft behind their lines. While the bases sustain few aircraft, we have confirmed the presence of the Osean Air Force's elite Unicorn Squadron at the front, further worsening the defensive situation.

While active front-line combat continues and our valiant soldiers fight fiercely for every meter of ground, the airfields will have to be destroyed for the Osean beachhead to be contained.

Given the risk of encountering Unicorn Squadron, you will require an aircraft capable of defeating both air and ground opponents.

[Replacement pilots are taking the Molniya 3 and 4 slots. Molniya 3 is shot down in the duel with the Unicorns. Molniya 2's plane may be damaged covering Molniya 4, but he ejects unharmed]

MISSION FIFTEEN- Goalie

One of our spy satellites will be dropping a capsule of film canisters taken over western Osea tomorrow. The capsule will re-enter the Earth's atmosphere over the ocean at 0835 hours, then deploy a parachute, in order to be picked up in midair by a transport plane. The transport must fly a steady course to make the capture.

Reports of submarine activity in the area make it exceptionally risky to allow the capsule to fall in the water, where it cannot be easily recovered by the Yuktobanian Navy. Furthermore, intelligence reports suggest that in this case, the Oseans may have caught wind of the drop. If so, it is likely that they will send a long range interceptor element to shoot down the transport plane. Fly escort for the transport until it can recover the film capsule.

MISSION SIXTEEN- Fly By Night

Salvage crews have recovered several mostly-intact aircraft that had to be abandoned in place on the Bastok Peninsula after their landing force was driven into the sea. This presents us with an opportunity to bypass the automated components of Osea's air warning network, the Osea Robotic Air Defense or "ORAD." While manned air patrols and radar operators might otherwise notice something amiss, intelligence has identified a soft spot in their patrol networks over the Central Pacific.

Molniya Squadron will fly in at low altitude across the ocean with copies of the captured transponders, in hopes of avoiding interception. Once you penetrate Sand Island's air defense zone, you are to do as much damage as possible to the base's air defense radars and missile batteries. A follow-up attack with special runway cratering munitions will further disable the base.



MISSION SEVENTEEN- Tip Of The Spear

Hello, and welcome back to our gallant carrier! The Admiral Rossovsky stands ready.

With the Sand Island base out of commission, there is now a gap in Osea's long range interceptor coverage. They have responded by pulling carrier battlegroups back, to avoid penetration by high speed supersonic bombers- perhaps to make sure we don't get any funny ideas about deep strike attacks with special weapons, heh. We are prepared to steam forward with the Central Pacific Fleet to engage the Oseans ship-to-ship- except that their forces are escorted by a Firebird. As we saw at the Terminus Islands, the Firebirds are extremely effective antiship platforms.

We will need to work a second miracle to clear the way for our naval offensive- but this time, the Firebird will be operating within range of carrier jets from the Osean fleet. If you do not finish the mission quickly, expect to be mobbed by escort fighters launched from their aircraft carrier, the Raven.

[The new Molniya 4 is killed in the attack on the Firebird]

MISSION EIGHTEEN- Silenced Service

The Oseans have again fallen back, now under cover of land-based air defenses, rather than risk an engagement without Firebird support. This permits us a narrow window of opportunity, exploiting low cloud ceilings and an incoming electrical storm that will interfere with radar coverage, during which to attack a cluster of Osean submarine pens situated on the north coast of Pacifica province.

This mission is considered to be war-critical, as the Oseans are preparing at least three submarines armed with cruise missiles at this base. Intelligence reports indicate that the Oseans may be arming their submarines with weapons of mass destruction in hopes of launching a crippling strike, as opposed to the conventional arms currently forward-deployed to their remaining combat fleets. Ours is the only fleet that has made enough forward progress to engage these wolves of the sea in their den; we must destroy this base to delay any attempt by the Oseans to threaten the homeland with weapons of mass destruction!

["How are they hitting us with so many bombs!?" "Is that the Wicked Witch of the West!?"]

[radio chatter by General James Poe, an OADF commander, exhorting the air defense and interceptor forces to stop the attack, and demanding that Yuktobania be "laid waste" as a menace to the Osean way of life]

MISSION NINETEEN- Soft Underbelly

The naval situation in the Central Pacific is increasingly favorable, but this fleet's flanks are threatened. Cinigrad has ordered us to fall back and move north, there to join a decisive battle

Tanker-supported missions by strike aircraft flying from the Yuktobanian mainland against targets in southwestern Osea will continue, in hopes of creating confusion as to whether our fleet has truly withdrawn. With luck, the Oseans' losses in reconnaissance assets will allow us to take their northern fleet by surprise while it is locked in long range carrier air battles with our own.

Arm yourselves for antiship strike, but be wary- if our own northern fleets fail in their objectives, our own attack may face interference from a Firebird.

[Yep, a Firebird shows up. This one's been upgraded; some of the weaknesses are less weak, and the B-350 kicks in a pair of auxiliary jet engines buried in the structure after losing enough propellers to shoot down an ordinary Firebird. However, the Firebird cannot use its Jupiter missiles very effectively against purely airborne targets, or over their own fleet, significantly hampering its effectiveness. The souped-up maser systems only partly compensate. Committed to a mission outside its normal operating parameters, the upgraded Firebird goes down, but takes several Yuktobanian pilots with it.]

[cut scene: Molniya Squadron is transferred to operate out of a temporary base on… you guessed it, Sand Island. Land-based aviation is crowded onto the island to strike targets on the Osean mainland. There is a reason Osea kept a base on the island even during its most pacifist periods afterwards...]
Canon. Iz good shit. Good enough to reveal that Albatross Squadron, Yuktobania's S-Ranked squadron bears the antiflash white in a homage to the White Lightning, since she can't fly any more. One of them is even on the cusp of becoming more.

Which is part of the reason she's here: to find pilots to finish forging Albatross Squadron. To turn them into the second coming of the Molniya Squadron.
 
Canon. Iz good shit. Good enough to reveal that Albatross Squadron, Yuktobania's S-Ranked squadron bears the antiflash white in a homage to the White Lightning, since she can't fly any more. One of them is even on the cusp of becoming more.

Which is part of the reason she's here: to find pilots to finish forging Albatross Squadron. To turn them into the second coming of the Molniya Squadron.
Awh. [iz flattered]

[Though I will note that as far as I knew prior to this moment, 'Molniya' was a YAF designation that they still had as of the Circum-Pacific War; it just... wasn't the same by that point, given that the Yuke pilots in Mission 10 don't especially impress. I imagine that the Yukes reconstituted the squadron postwar, though, again, not really the same.]

[Also, the Hot War-era Molniya Squadron, much like the Unicorn Squadron it was fighting, had some of the same problems as the Yellows did during the Continental War. Namely, having trouble achieving critical mass, with pilots getting attrited or more often just knocked out in one way or another. The Razgriz, in the kingdom of their wrath, appear to have been an SSR backed up by SS-rank pilots; Molniya, in its, was an SSR backed up by S's and A's.]
 
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CANON OMAKE: Ace Combat Negative One: The Hot War Finale
Ace Combat Negative One: The Hot War
Missions 20-25


MISSION TWENTY- Pyre of Legends

The good news is, our spy satellites have finally determined the whereabouts of Osea's production line for the Firebird superheavy bomber, outside the small city of Ypsilon. We had thought this facility to be abandoned ever since Osea's war with Belka more than twenty years ago, and so it was overlooked on satellite reconnaissance for too long. The bad news is, the factory was identified because it has greatly accelerated production, to wartime standards. State experts have concluded that when fully operational, this plant will be able to produce a completed Firebird every ten days. Given the upgrades we encountered in the recent battle, and the fact that the Yuktobanian military has scored only five confirmed Firebird kills in months of combat, this is a most disturbing prospect.

However, Yuktobania has a significant opportunity: the factory is within striking range of our captured base on Sand Island.

Your squadron will be equipped with a new type of special bombardment weapon, capable of extreme precision targeting to neutralize key structures within the factory complex. Fly under Osean radar coverage and destroy the Ypsilon Plant before the next monster bird takes flight!

The outcome of the war may hinge on this operation.

[Unicorn Squadron shows up for the last time, flying a powerful new Osean superplane: the F-16, armed with weaponry that matches the performance of the XMAA and MSL from the rest of the games- rather superior to the MSS and other air-to-air special weapons available. Despite being stuck in a third-generation fighter and saddled with an air-to-ground special weapon (the LGB), Molniya Squadron shoots down all six Unicorn pilots.]

["Fox Three!" "Stay calm, you can accelerate away straight up if you have to!" "The Lima model really does the trick, huh?"]

["Those ships are too agile- I can't keep up!" "How did the bastard dodge that?" "I feel like I'm dogfighting a flying saucer!"]

MISSION TWENTY-ONE- Cutting Margins

The Ypsilon raid has bought us time and breathing room to continue our neutralization of the Osean surface fleets in the Pacific. Momentum is now firmly on our side, but we must take advantage of our victories in the central and northern waters. Osea's last remaining intact fleet, operating in the southern Pacific, relies on two major supply ports.

One of these, White Bay, will be targeted for submarine-launched cruise missile bombardment, as it is out of range of air attack. But the other, Port St. Hewlett, is comfortably within our striking range. If the Oseans hadn't been knocked off balance by the speed with which our engineers refurbished this base and struck the Ypsilon plant, we might already be under attack from there..

This is a critical military target, which Osea must protect if it is to hope to sustain the naval war. Destroy the drydocks, repair yards, and supply installations. Expect heavy air defense efforts.

[Several damaged warships at anchor, and a large supply depot are systematically wrecked, though the attackers come under repeated attack by high-performance interceptor waves. While the enemy pilots are flying what are, for the time, excellent aircraft, it is a plot point that none of them are fighting as skillfully as the Unicorns]

MISSION TWENTY-TWO- Clipping Wings

The great aluminum smelting facilities outside November City will be our next target for strategic attack. Three possible targets have been identified: a series of large coal-fired power plants that provide electricity for the smelters, the smelting plants themselves, and the railroad marshalling yards that service the industrial zone as a whole.

Without these facilities, Osean aircraft production will be significantly hampered, limiting their ability to risk planes and forcing them to operate more conservatively..

This attack is to maximize damage to all three targets, while minimizing destruction in November City itself. Osea is too populous to be defeated by invasion and occupation; we must paralyze their ability to make war. The hardliners must be forced to the negotiating table, or a government more amenable to reason must be given cause to rise up against them and negotiate for them. Avoid striking structures outside the designated operational areas.

["Are the Yukes going to bomb the city?" "They're flying over the residential district!" "This is KNCR on the air, reporting live... we see explosions at the power plant, the Yuktobanians are bombing the- *BZZZT*"]

["Be careful what you use for a target practice backstop!" "Hold fire, hold fire, find another angle of attack!" "Damn it, those locomotives are parked right next to a passenger train!" "Do not fire. Orders are orders!" "This is stupid, the Oseans started this damn war!" "Shut up, Lieutenant!" "How old were the maps Command used for this attack? There must be fifteen thousand houses down there that weren't on the map at all!]

["National Guard One-Six, have you reached the armory, over?" "Confirm that, passing out shoulder-fired SAMs to the troops now. We'll be at the trucks in two minutes." "Wizard One here, I have eyes on the bandits. They're scattered widely at low altitude. We can take them."]

[The civilian targets turn out to be difficult to avoid and more commingled with the industrial targets than expected. Yuke pilots have to linger in the area for an extended time and take significant losses from air defense forces. Molniya 3 and/or 4 will be shot down and captured by the Oseans; Molniya 2 sticks tight to the flight lead and makes it through]

[Easter Egg: you can fly over the half-constructed steel skeleton of the stadium from the Ace Combat 5 mission]

[cut scene: Molniya 2 is promoted to command of Zenit Squadron to replace their lead pilot, replaced with a comparative rookie. So are the others.]

MISSION TWENTY-THREE- Into the Sage

After our experience at November City, the high command has sought to identify targets further from populated areas, to avoid excessive difficulties.

To further disable Osean industry and logistics on their southeastern peninsula, a force of strategic bombers armed with LGBs will be systematically destroying railroad facilities in the rugged Sagebrush Hills region. Three major rail lines converge to pass through the area, which contains numerous viaducts and tunnels that can be collapsed to block train traffic for months if not years.

Range ahead of the bombers as they deliver their payloads and clear their path. The bombing missions are unlikely to succeed in a single run, and interference by enemy interceptors and long-range SAMs is expected. Prepare for intense aerial combat.

[Challenging escort mission. There are numerous bombers initially and some casualties are acceptable, but the Oseans like to take long range potshots with moderately realistic heavy SAMs. That is to say, missiles with ranges measured in dozens of kilometers, not one kilometer. Some of the launch sites aren't detected until after mission start. Fighter aircraft have a fair chance of outmaneuvering them; Tu-95s do not. The bombers' onboard electronic warfare suite will reliably deflect the first few missile shots, and have a worsening probabilistic chance after that.]

[The 'boss' encounter is a succession of Bomarc missiles, all coming in more or less the same direction, from a launch site well off the map. If not intercepted head-on at high altitude flying in from off the map edge, the Bomarcs will explode in enormous airbursts and swat multiple bombers out of the sky. More than one Bomarc getting past the player's guard is an automatic mission failure, and stopping them is not easy.]



[Cut scene: General Poe gives the last sentences of a bone-chilling presentation to the Osean cabinet and is ordered by the president to stand down his secret weapon. Cut to him entering an office where a junior officer asks him what his orders are. He says "to cut all external communications for fear of sabotage, and prepare to launch."]

MISSION TWENTY-FOUR- Whistleblower

A team of special forces is being inserted by helicopter into the countryside, roughly twenty kilometers inland, to retrieve a high value Osean defector and his Intelligence handler.

An Osean mechanized battalion is encamped in the area. Strike their camp and destroy any heavy Osean assets likely to threaten the helicopter, then fly combat air patrol to cover the extraction. This is a top-priority mission; get in the air as fast as possible. Dismissed!

[cut scene: a horrified secretary who escaped the security cordon Poe's MPs have clamped down over the Mesa Plata facility. Before the war he'd been working on another project and was giving reports to a Yuktobanian spy who had been blackmailing him, but after he was recruited to work at Mesa Plata, he's been kept under such a lockdown that the spy couldn't even reach him- he'd effectively gone off the grid. Until now, when he reveals...]

MISSION TWENTY-FIVE- Underworld

The Oseans have prepared their most terrifying secret weapon at the Mesa Plata base near Mount Spearhead, even worse than burst missiles: the nuclear-powered ramjet missiles known as XM-PLUTO. These missiles can cruise almost indefinitely at low altitude, showering the land with radioactive fallout from their engine exhaust, and automatically dropping atomic bombs on preprogrammed targets. Even a few of these missiles could slaughter our people by the tens of millions.

There is no time to plan a complex strike, but Mesa Plata has significant weaknesses. To accommodate missiles the size of manned bombers, the main tunnels and missile launch rails are enormous- So large that if we act quickly, a small aircraft can fly into the tunnels to disable XM-PLUTO before the missiles can be launched.

We have only one suitable pilot.

Only hours remain. Go!

[Several PLUTO missiles are destroyed in their launch cradles as General Poe orders a frantic effort to get at least one ready for launch. Poe's dialogue is increasingly desperate and indifferent to safety as the player succeeds in wrecking missiles faster, implying that he is being driven to greater and more reckless lengths instead of simply having the last missile fire whenever the player destroys the next to last missile.]

[The mission ends with Popova catching the last missile just as the rocket boosters fire to drive it out the launch rails; she pumps it full of weapons fire until it crashes several miles outside the launch facility, creating a huge fallout plume. Political chaos ensues in Osea, with mass scandals and evacuation of several towns. President Francis reluctantly agrees to a cease-fire with Yuktobania]
 
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CANON OMAKE: Mirrored in the Lightning Part One
Mirrored in the Lightning
Part One

Recommended Listening: Dark Necessities, by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.



You're sitting at dinner. You've made an effort to socialize more of the pilots and team leads, get them some scheduled downtime they can't halfass their way out of by being Too Workaholic For You.

And nothing, but nothing is better for socialization, or pretty much anything else, than getting outside of a good meal.

Count and Jaeger and the Razgriz are still technically on high alert and eating in flight suits- but they're eating a hot, cooked dinner, along with some engineers and scientists and a few bureaucrats. And you- and your Yuke guest.

The chow's pretty good. Not your usual meat and potatoes fare; you've been plated up with something very, very Selatapuran. But the mix of chopped meat and peppers with their napalm aftertaste aren't why your eyes are watering. Well, mostly not. For one of the few times in your life, something is distracting you from a meal instead of the other way around.

Because someone mentioned Cinigrad, and that reminded you of something.



You've memorized it by now. You were in high school, then, and he was a young 'golden arm' of a pilot. But it was the day that he shot his way into the legends of the Osean Air Force, and earned the reputation that you would later know him by.

You still miss him.

CITATION, Lt. Michael Booker, Distinguished Flying Cross

For heroism and extraordinary achievement in aerial flight as pilot of an F-22 Raptor in Cyclops Squadron, attached to the 3rd Fighter Wing, in action against Yuktobanian forces over Cinigrad, on December 13, 2010. Leading one element of a four-plane squadron in a counter-air patrol, Lieutenant Booker repeatedly engaged enemy fighters while under intense ground fire. Although all other members of his squadron were shot down during the action, he continued to press the attack against an extremely dangerous type of enemy aircraft, shooting down one enemy with an assist and a second while fighting alone, sustaining injuries in the process. His courage and devotion to duty were in keeping with the highest traditions of the Osean Air Defense Force.

And you, acting almost on instinct, walk around the long table- four tables pushed together, really, and hand her the copy you bring up on your tablet, and look a question at her. She asks you "Hm, I think- but what is his real name? Must know."

You tell her. And she smiles, and motions for you to sit back down.

"He was good boy. Let me tell you story, of how this good boy became famous. Other side of story."

You tense. "I'd… like that, general."

The White Witch nods. "Well, everything begins with Belkans starting it, of course." She nods briefly to Siegfried von Drache. "No offense."

"None taken." He shrugs disarmingly.

"Good boy! Now…" she turns to you in particular. "You know Gründer Industries sold to both sides during war, yes? Playing both sides off, banking on all our stupid waste? Sound familiar? Heh, they sold us a lot of things." She shakes her head sadly. "One thing we got out of it was tooling. Tooling to build very advanced fighter- the "Falken," they call it, you have heard of, yes? Same tech as those hell-drones I heard about, ones giving you so much trouble at end of latest war. Even new cockpit design- COFFIN. More about that later. Whole plane, great glorious revolution..." She doesn't sound impressed. "High Command put great big hopes in it. Invincible plane, unstoppable- just like F-16 was. Or Morgan; ask good old buddy Pixy about that, yes?" She cackles.

"Then Razgriz-" she tips her head respectfully- "blew up factory at Sonza. Ha! Aaaand parts warehouse in, in… doesn't matter, some little bump on map in north half of Jilachi. Name like arglebargle. So much for superplane with laser beams shining out the- nose." She shrugs, then grins at Blaze. "Didn't even let us put one in the air against you. You left us with one thing- the cockpit assembly, in warehouse. Had been bombed, yes, but not by Razgriz. Still some pieces left. Salvage crews got it out just before the tanks rolled up. Was brought back to capital; engineers tried to patch up holes and breakage. Had plan. Needed plan."

She shakes her head. "Because you-" again she jabs a finger at the Razgriz- "had just blown through Cruik, shot down my little Svetlana and all her friends. Fortunes of war. And then- pffft! You stopped smashing everything!" She pantomimes confusion, as though looking around. "Where did you go? Don't worry, Grandma Marina thinks she knows! Hah! Anyway, rest of Osean army kept going. At the gates of Cinigrad. No one except the steppe hordes- and that one Belkan expedition, when they had machine guns and we did not- ever got to the gates of Cinigrad before. Central Committee, very worried, yes? Again they turned to me. Me, who had not flown in twelve years. Doctors say would bleed out into my guts if I tried, me who used to fly wings off them all…" She shakes her head, musing. "But they said, 'we have a plan.' So I listened."

"First run of '57s, just off the lines. Finally, a plane to match F-22! Too little, too late- but still they had hopes in me." She shakes her head, smiling gently. "But not in cockpit. Cannot put one point two gee lady in nine gee plane, yes? Life is- ahem. Not at dinner. Anyway." She utters a single word, one of the few Yuktobanian words you know. It says a lot about the Yukes that they have one word that expresses the concept "it stinks, but there's nothing to be done about it, so eh."

Popova takes a breath. "So. Technical boys, they rigged planes, fly as drones, all over with cameras, telemetry, you name it. We called drones 'Salyut.' Four of them still there today. Parked them on highway straightaways then, airbase now."

Count nods his head. "He told me about that- the beltway around Cinigrad. You used them as runways?"

"Oh yes, greeaaat big cut-and-cover highways, everyone says, stupid waste of money… but damn good capital air defense revets, yes? Who was laughing then!? Anyway, drone '57s, all ready to go. Hooked up telemetry… and plugged the other end into that COFFIN, that stays on ground with no Falken to fly in. Then put batty old lady inside!" She beams.

You hear a wordless exclamation, and turn to where Siegfried sits. The Belkan designer, curious, leans forward. "A COFFIN system rewired as a telepresence rig! I've heard the idea discussed, but- what was it like?"

Her face sours. "Like trying to type wearing mittens, compared to the old days."

Siegfried looks thoughtful. "I see. At a high standard of performance, you can, but why?"

The little babushka cackles. "Exactly. Smart boy! But- worked. Sort of. And very easy on old bones, could fly leaning back in cushy chair, let servos take G-forces. All carbon-easy, yes? Even while shooting down real live pilots." Her voice falls as she says it. "Not proud of it- I... don't count the kills. But you were over Cinigrad, and what were we to do?" Popova waves at the Osean contingent. "Well. Not you-" and that is pointed at Blaze and Archer, "You, first men to, how you say, stand me up in forty-seven years, eh?" The cackle once returns. "But you were busy. I know how it is."

Blaze and Archer eye each other briefly, then look at Pops, who shrugs, with a faint twinkle in his eye to match the White Lightning's. She looks at the dumpy old Belkan expat "A righteous shoot, in the end?"

Peter Beagle, once styled 'the Raven,' now styled 'Pops,' looks at his comrades, and smiles slowly. "You know, I think it was. But that's my story. Not yours."

"Aha! So, first two days of your attack on Cinigrad were madhouse. We had Varyag missile teams all over all the everywhere, heavy SAM silos on the back side of the city to keep your high-altitude planes honest, missiles missiles missiles, guns guns guns… but that's never enough, yes? Lower down, we had some very brave pilots… and then there was me."

Jaeger nods, eyes widening. "So that was you flying the white Su-57s… in a way."

"A way. Like I said, typing wearing mittens- but your ground attack support was coming apart anyway. Those AC-130s and A-10s you Oseans love so well, they do not last when enemy air defenses hold strong." Popova shakes her head solemnly. "Brave pilots, but sending in hunter squadrons to deal with our interceptors was right call, along with you throwing about eight million cruise missiles it felt like, yes? Big explosions, every hour, was like back in Kaluga getting pounded by Linebackers. But missiles not enough. Needed fighter escorts. Now that… I think…" she looks at the Razgriz… "would be where you two, and your lady friend, would have come in, if not busy, eh? But attack army had no Sand Island Squadron… mm, do they have old sofa with stupid floral pattern in main building break room on Sand Island? I remember when was new sofa!"

Blaze shakes his head, smiling sadly. "The building you used for a barracks during the Hot War got torn down to make room for a new radar set in '93."

He may be the only Osean in the room who didn't feel that reflexive flinch, that little notch of recognition carved into a national psyche. You know you do, and you weren't even born in the '70s...

Your earlier speculations were right. This is… exactly what Mobius One or Trigger are going to be like for Eruseans when they're eighty. Well, almost. Maybe if either of them were insufferable batty old ladies who bounce around between needling people and empathizing with them like a demented superball! You're starting to get interested, though, because this is finally getting close to the story you'd wanted to hear.

Blaze smiles. "So. Third day."

"Third day, yesyes." Popova cackles...
 
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CANON OMAKE: Mirrored in the Lightning Part Two
Mirrored in the Lightning
Part Two

Recommended Listening: The Immelmann Turn, by Al Stewart



Blaze smiles. "So. Third day."

"Third day, yesyes." Popova cackles.
"Anyway, by then I'd potted nine fighter-bombers and six gunships," she says casually- to her it is no great thing. "And still no Sand Island Squadron, to come after little white jet ridden by spirit of evil old Witch of the West." She gestures at herself. "So they sent in Cyclops and… I forget the others." She waves her hand in the air for a moment, and it's Jaeger who volunteers the information.

"Drake and Gargoyle, but they were there to keep up a cordon. They mostly engaged the Yuke-tobanian," Jaeger corrects himself- "Capital Defense squadrons."

"Heheh. Sounds right. They were the ones in the '15s and '16s? Can't say I remember them. But Cyclops, Cyclops now..."

You wish they were here. It was before any of the survivors' time- Wiseman was the only pilot who'd served in the squadron through both wars. But you wish.

Popova goes on.

"They came after my Salyut straight-up, but- new plane, hard to see on radar, lots of ground scatter from buildings, yes? Went low, there were a few clouds. Broke contact. Got the elements confused. Second element thought they were closing in on me, but I had drone five kilometers away before they realized. Oka Nieba helped me pick out pilot, we thought squadron leader, went for his-"

"Her." Count says flatly.

"Oh, her! Okay! Only ever learned tac name. Went for her wingman first. All of your planes were good, pilots looked like they knew their trade, wanted to get one alone, yes? Pounce from below, you all know the drill, missile, missile, cannon burst… Mm. Ground forces caught up to him when he ejected, but… you know story. Broke neck on bad landing, pity. Would have liked to meet him. Maybe not say sorry, but at least buy him a drink or three."

She shrugs, and you realize that she's probably had similar thoughts dozens of times, about dozens of men. Men she didn't pressingly want dead, but killed anyway. Several of the other pilots around the table are nodding again. The food is mostly forgotten by now, even by you. Count, in particular, is staring into space- perhaps remembering being another Cyclops Two, on another day.

"At time, had her wingman down, went after- Cyclops One, she would have been. Like I said, only knew tac name…"

"Snake." Count and Jaeger chime in together as one, in the same moment that Popova speaks the name.

"Snake! Wove around like a snake, she did, she did!" The ancient Yuktobanian super-ace laughs. "If I made list- dodging-est pilots I have fought, in- in- all the ages, she'd… not top five, no, but top ten. Top ten!" She claps her hands.

"Varyag teams were shooting at her, I was shooting at her, she'd go up, down, sideways-" and the clasped hands separate, waggling through the air- "you know aerobatics these days. New engines, thrust vectoring. Quick, quick. She was very good. Kept speed up. Good thing, too. Had my Salyut on her tail." She smiles carnivorously, and shrugs.

"Couldn't get a good shot off that would connect, though. Maybe, maybe scratched her with a bit of missile shrapnel. But- typing in mittens. Couldn't land anything serious on her for a minute… and then your boy and his wingman were on me! If they'd been twenty seconds slower, would probably have had her, caught my plane in middle of J-turn, though. Missile up engine nozzle." She spreads her hands. "Your man Martinez said it was his?" She looks a question around the table.

"Wiseman told it that way, too." You find yourself putting the words in.

"Aha. So it was, then! And it did for my little bird! She landed hard on automatic pilot, almost a total loss- already they were switching the feeds to the next drone to give me another go. Cheating- but…" She trails off.

Captain Bartlett speaks slowly, in a gravelly voice. "Like you said. The Osean Air Force was over Cinigrad. What else would you do? Was that launch from… around Kilometer Fifteen?"

"You saw!?" Popova's eyes widen.

The old trainer of aces merely nods. 'Pops' Beagle turns to him.

"You never did say much about your time in Yuktobania. You were in Cinigrad?"

Bartlett rubs the back of his neck. "Ehhh, story for another time. Remember, this was… about ten days before the Kid and his team picked me up. A lot was going on. Even so, I only saw that one takeoff, and a few seconds of the dogfights."

"The dogfight, yes! Went back after Cyclops, you see. Lesson to you all!" She waggles a finger at the assembled pilots. "When hunter-killer squadron comes after you, you in your own person, never leave them to last! They make you pay if you do! Some would say, is last mistake you ever make."

Blaze smiles slightly. "Ofnir wouldn't say that."

And Popova bursts out laughing. She laughs in long guffaws, doubled over, face nearly planted on the table. Finally it subsides. And she grins. "Good boy! Ah, Ofnir, Ofnir, will tell you more stories later! Anyhow, went after Cyclops myself. Only stealth fighters you had up that day, and all. Bounced first plane I could see, long gun burst. Sawed F-22 in half, right across middle. Pilot ejected from front half, made it down safe- that was Martinez. Ground force rounded him up. Met him later. Congratulated for first shoot-down!" She smiles again, a bit toothily. "If any of you see him again, tell him I said 'hello.' But that left Snake- and Cyclops Three."

She pauses, taking a deep breath, smiling fondly.

"They were good. In my prime, I could have taken them both. Quick enough. Even old, as I am, if only I- could- fly." Her fingers flex. "But through that rig, with the old witch trapped in her COFFIN? They made it very difficult, they did." She shakes her head ruefully, though the ghost of that fond smile still plays across her wrinkled face.

"Snake positively danced, she did- and now that I think about it, there was something of a woman's touch to her maneuvers. If I'd been in the plane I would have known, somehow, I think… And Three- well." She smiles more tightly. "Very direct, he was. Simple maneuvers, no fancy tricks, I could tell he was young even through a camera. But the timing- very good, quick, quick! Had instincts. I do not think that boy ever wondered what was to be done for more than a quarter second in his life. Decisive, even when was young." She glances around the table at a few distant expressions, lost in their own memories, then coughs gently and goes on.

"Had to chase them around and around, in and out. Sometimes they chased me. Lured them low- but they were both real aces, neither let me break contact, even when the Varyags started popping off around them. Stretched it out, minute after minute. Felt like hours. Used almost every trick I'd learned on my '27 in the '80s, my '35 in the '90s, at least everything I could manage by remote control. It was… something."

"Finally, finally, Snake missed a step. Almost missed her high with the cannon burst, but only almost… caught her across both vertical stabilizers. But… mittens. Making that shot, end of my poor Salyut number two." She shrugs. "I lingered just a little too long to get the burst on. Her boy, like I said, decisive. Saw opening. Spiked me. Pair of Sidewinders. I lost most of the telemetry. Think I saw Snake eat a Varyag rocket- probably couldn't dodge anymore, yes? They say she flew off smoking- did she make it back to base?"

She looks around. Jaeger nods, slowly. "Badly wounded, though. Electrical burns."

"Ouch. Should ask after her. Write to her. Ask her if she kept me busy to give him that shot on purpose. Think she did. Still wonder. Have lost my manners in old age. Anyhow. I barely had control of the drone, couldn't keep little Salyut Two airborne- she pancaked, spread across half of theater parking lot. Little white drone, down in a fireball." The White Witch grimaces. "Not good for my reputation."

Captain Bartlett taps the table lightly, speaking more softly than is normal for his boisterous, gravelly voice. "We saw that, from the car. About two klicks away..." He pauses. "I think Natasha cried a little."

At that, Popova is silent for a long time.

"Mm. Well, that was two of my Salyuts. I cracked the COFFIN, took swig of water, stretched my arms a bit… then they hand me microphone. I was getting ready to fly next one, was busy, but microphone in my face. They tell me, say something, people are afraid. Me. All I could think of was…"

Bartlett quotes, dropping his voice, into something deliberately, almost parodically frightening… "Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated! Ahh-ha-ha-ha-HAA!"

The Yuktobanian barks a laugh. "HAH! Exactly! Very silly- but I am the Witch. The boys expect it- and as for your boys..." She grins. "But of course, technicians didn't tell me, they had hooked up harmless little microphone to every radio and big, how you say, PA speaker in city! Audience of millions! Glad I didn't know, would die of stage fright! But knew nothing of this at time. I took up third Salyut. Would need one. For him." She grins toothily. "He was waiting for me. Circling the city, just above Varyag range. I think he must have known I'd be back. No stupidity. Very quick. Spotted me, dove down, faked out three Varyags to get to me. And then we danced!"

She laughs once more. "Such a gentleman. Very sad, not to be in cockpit then. We twisted, traded altitude. He never did dance so prettily as Snake- but right moves, right time. Knew what to do. By this time, was getting used to Varyags. The good ones usually do after a while, yes?" This time she looks at Archer, smiling, and he pauses, then nods back. "Yes. Close range, long range, had to practically take drone between buildings to lose him. He did go between buildings to lose me. Flying- even better than last time. Very good boy, that. Wish he were here. Except... all the time the jokes! Here-" she points at herself- "Here, I shot down whole rest of man's squadron, ground force popping off missiles at him every, oh, thirty, forty seconds, sometimes less. Fighting crazy ghost plane that could match invincible invisible so-vaunted F-22!" She laughs harshly.

"And still, he joked. Hardly remember words, only tone. Never lost nerve, never lost sense of humor. Remember nothing like it, not since War- the Hot War, I mean." She corrects. "Fought a few pilots deadlier, a few pilots better. Never braver. Never quicker thinking."

"We kept at it, felt like forever again, and finally- head-on. You know those moments." She looks directly at Blaze, and for a moment they exchange the look of eagles, as though no one else is present in the room. For a moment, you feel as though no one else is present but them- not even yourself. "I could have written off my Salyut. Only drone. But did my best to sideslip anyhow, though it threw off some of my fire. Owed him that much, for fighting by mail. And, heh. He wrecked my Salyut, I wrecked his Raptor pretty good too."

Jaeger nodded. "Starboard engine, most of his radar. Fuel leaks. He had to set down on an emergency strip not far from Cruik Fortress."

"Ahh. And my drone- trashed another one. Only had five after that. Battle slowed down, though…" She shakes her head. "No other stories worth telling. Only that one. But, hm." She grins. "I left him with a Name, for his jokes, and his steadiness, did I not? Was good name. Fit him. Wiseman. Glad I could give him that." She smiles- surprisingly warmly, though you sense the carnivore underneath the mercurial old woman's outer surface.

Jaeger and Count nod, somberly, and Jaeger speaks. "It was a good name. And you gave him a big old scar on his chest, too, from the last pass."

Popova's eyes widen again, and her hand briefly flies to her mouth. "Oh? That explains it! Kept expecting to hear of him again, but… How serious?"

"Not especially, but- well, he was only in the hospital for a few days, but by the time he was cleared to fly again…"

"AHA! By then, these boys- and Miss Astronaut, don't forget, have to invite her to visit us some time- had ended the war! And you, you black demons from Sand Island, the White Witch invokes you… because soon you had better tell us all those stories too!" She winks and grins at Blaze, a wicked tilt to her smile.

And Blaze nods, glancing at his squadronmates. "We should do that..."
 
I love Popova's voice here, and what you've done with her point of view.
Thanks! I have a... deliberately broken English... that I sometimes use for such occasions. It fits, for Popova. Normally translation barriers are just ignored on Strangereal and for all I know everyone is theoretically speaking the same language. But Popova, while she might very well know Osean/English/"Common," probably never learned to nail it down precisely. Not because she couldn't be grammatical, but because she doesn't actually care, at least not when talking socially.
 
Say, Simon, if you want the General to go have a look at one of those drones that was causing so much trouble, I'll bet someone was collecting pieces in a hanger. Well, as many pieces as they could get after the various fluorine fires from the laser-fuel burned out, and the Raven-bits were separated from the MQ-101 parts and the Arsenal Bird parts and the hundred other planes that were shot down in Operation Lighthouse. But one of them *did* crash inside the space elevator after Trigger shot it to pieces. She can probably get the tour of what the engineers have put back together-though that might be on a skeleton of chicke-wire and wood to support something like this.

On the other hand, maybe some Yuktobanian agent already smuggled pieces of it out in one of the returning aid-transports and she's already seen the bits and pieces they nabbed.
 
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