"Tell me who owns skies. You or them?"
"I hear you King."
"Archange-1, we need you."
"Put an end to this."
"Bring hope and peace."
"Release the beacon of light-!"
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Show this world deserves the light.
Can you prove, that we can also strive to such heights?
I will wait, for the answer you will give.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING*
???: Pilot, wake up.
A robotic voice calls out.
???: Captain Lucas. Wake up.
Lucas "Rex" Shortstop, once a Belkan now an Osean. He left Belka for Osea, he wanted to prove that there was a way for Belka through peace and not war.
???: Captain.
Lucas jolts awake to see that his aircraft was spiraling out of control and was nearing solid ground fast. Instinctively he grabbed the center stick and pulled up just in time narrowly avoiding the ground by a few thousand feet.
Lucas: *heavy breathing* Thanks Oracle, that was a close one.
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Oracle: Indeed it was, Captain.
Lucas looks out the cockpit of his F-15, looking around the area he was at.
Lucas: Oracle, where are we?
Oracle: Unknown, the area around is... Unfamiliar to me.
Lucas: No maps or data?
Oracle: No, by looking at the water we are currently flying over is not the Ceres Ocean.
Lucas: Crap... Anything on the radio's?
Oracle: Negative... Radar is detecting 5 bogeys coming in, fast.
Lucas: From where?
Oracle: Dead ahead.
He focuses to his front and tried to look. And he saw it.
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