Ace Combat : Ordnung des Sudentors

Prologue

15 years ago, there was a war.
Well, war has broken out here many times before.
They've tried to invade the south lands through the northern valley time and time again.
Luck was never on their side, though, and their victories didn't last long. They didn't realize that times had changed.
Facing one defeat after another, losing territory and watching their nation dwindle, they built up their industrial strength to unprecedented heights and used it to wage one final battle against the world.
That was 15 years ago...
But the Belkans defied the odds, and managed to defeat the alliance standing in their way.
Seeing the disaster unfold, the defeated vowed to avenge their fallen and make Belka pay in blood.
The world was once again at war.
And yet, the impossible was achieved once more. A superpower would find its grave, and a nation rose from its shadow to new heights.
Now, tensions are at an all-time high. And the once mighty has turned into a chessboard, where politicians and aces duel for control.
And on this chessboard, the protectors of the free world take to the grey skies, determined to keep the fragile balance intact.

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1200 hours
Outpost B3
1st Osean Army Group
McChord Line

"Those grey skies aren't very inviting, are they."

"It doesn't seem so for me."

"Look, we are the first line of defense against those darned Belkans up there. Damn, I bet they're sailing in those grey skies right now, just outside of our range."

The man stood next to his anti-air gun, patting the barrel, which was pointing up to those skies, ready to unleash hell on anything that came close.

"If they got a little closer, I'd tell them what the hell I think of them."

It was a normal day at Outpost B3. No threat in sight, just endless amounts of cloud and impending rain. It was as if the skies had turned against the soldiers, as had their fortunes. Low on ammunition and supplies, with nothing but their sheer hatred for the enemy.
Two fighters flew overhead, bearing Osean symbols and camouflage. With a deafening crash, the F-5E Tigers passed overhead, their engines roaring as they soon disappeared from sight.
The soldier turned back to the journalist.

"Our boys up there will surely give them hell. Damn right they will."

"But their planes are completely outdated, aren't they?"

"Argh, it should suffice. If those Belkan rats weren't cowards and actually fought fairly, we'd be in Dinsmark by tomorrow."

"I guess."

As the two continued their talk, about the outpost, men were carrying around crates of ammunition and heading to their posts. The two allied fighters flying above certainly implied an impending attack, and yet this was a moment of tranquility, as if the world was at peace.

"If this post is attacked, make sure to capture all the details. I want to see how those Belkans fly off in fear."

Genette was about to speak, when a glaring alarm started to sound. All the soldiers scrambled to their positions, their anti-air guns and SAMs ready to give any incoming aircraft hell.

"We'll continue this later. We have an inbound air raid."

As the soldier mounted his Flak gun, as the journalist rushed back into his tent to grab his equipment. The alarm soon was drowned out, with jets whizzing above the soldiers' heads, as gunfire peppered the outpost, ripping holes into their tents and sandbags.