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THE GREAT WAR
1957
33 years before the Belkan War, there was a conflict that changed aerial combat forever.
It was called the Great War-not because of what happened, but because it revolutionized warfare. Every war that followed was just a remix.
For ten months, the skies became a battlefield. Belka's air superiority was absolute. The Osean Federation was losing. Conventional doctrine suggested surrender within the month.
They didn't.
Instead, Osea fielded the Tactical Fighter Squadron Program (TFSP)-a desperate initiative to produce not just pilots, but aces. Six divisions. The 6th Division housed the elites: Gemini, Orion, Cassiopeia, Aquila. Pilots who could read the sky like a language. Pilots who became legends.
On the other side: The Order. Belka's finest. Sirius, Wölfe, Adler, Nacht. Aces who fought with precision, discipline, and a chivalry that made them both feared and respected.
The war ended on December 31st, 1957. The coldest night of the year.
But the scars it left never faded.
This is the story of the Great War.
Of the pilots who fought it. The aces who defined it. The brothers who broke under its weight.
Of the moment the sky froze over.
ABSOLUTE ZERO.
(An Ace Combat fanfiction. No missiles. No plot armor. Just guns, guts, and the kind of choices that turn heroes into ghosts.)