Infinity, Once Again (Rewriting/overhauling, hold please!)

Chapter III

Zero Hour

0651 hours

Cerulean airspace adjacent to Iridia

Universe #123132183B

"All units, this is Bloodhound. I'm in position. Commence operation Glass Cannon." he said, glancing at the brand new switch on his dashboard that had a very visible Coridium symbol printed underneath.

Yep.

Definitely a suicide run.

The sun was slowly crawling over the horizon, painting the landscape around them an eerie red glow. It would've been pretty, if, you know, they weren't about to probably descend mankind into another Calamity.

<< "Acknowledged." >> Someone said on the radio. << "All units, form up on Bloodhound." >> Munin cracked his knuckles and tightened his oxygen mask.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, let's get this show on the road!" His radar was full of friendly IFF signatures. Over a hundred allied aircraft had been deployed to support him. Inside the main internal weapons bay sat a single B-91 Coridium-Uranium freefall bomb, one of the many pet projects he'd developed over the years.

He just never expected himself to be the one to drop it.

It was set on the lowest possible setting, but still enough to level a city. And, as expected, the moment their aircraft passed over the Caerulean border, missile alerts began to go off.

"All units, this is Bloodhound. It's time for this to end," he said, banking north. "Ten million lives saved at the mere cost of a city... makes you think of the cost of justice, no?"

<< "Golf 1-1, acknowledge all, Bloodhound. Happy hunting." >> said a friendly flight lead. << "End this for us... For Hugin." >> He nodded, dropping the external fuel tanks and hitting the afterburner, speeding off towards the city. He had to fight his way through the swarm of hostile planes, all of them trying to kill him. He fired off a barrage of rounds into a hostile F/C-50, shredding the engine and sending the plane into a death spiral. He continued towards the city, ignoring the cries for help on the radio.

<< "They come to destroy our home! The time has come! It's do or die and I refuse to surrender! All units! Push these Federation invaders out of our territory!">> That voice... It was her. All he needed to do was to get to the city, but his attention snapped to the Caerulean ace. He forced his plane upwards and turned towards the newcomers.

<< "Bloodhound, pop-up bandit group on the nose identified as Caerulean Aces. Engage at your discretion." >> Reported one of the friendly ECM planes.

<<"We're still escalating!?">> exclaimed one of the pilots. <<"What's next!? Black Box Munitions!?">>

He flipped a few switches on the radio panel, switching the radio to the open channel. "The aces who lost it all. What do you have in store for us today?" He sneered, taunting the pilots.

<< "We won't let you kill innocent people, Munin!" >> one of them shouted.

<< "Do you even know that they sent you on a suicide run!?">> Another asked. Some diplomat that one was. Munin scoffed, flipping on the long range radar array. The deafening roar of jet engines echoed through the skies as he began the dogfight with the aces. The sunrise cast a scarlet-red glow over the city below, and the even larger aerial conflict around them only intensified the jousting. Munin's voice cut through the radio chatter like a knife.

"No mark, no signature... Not even a fancy paint job. Nothing to tell you apart from the nameless bodies you'll lie between by the end of today!" Munin snapped, still taunting. Still cruel as ever.