[FIC] Ryo's Story Ch.5: Operation Night Fox B- Rough Draft

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Still in the works of completing Op Night Fox B: Forget Me Not. This chapter will be complicated as it will include more characters and a little twist.


“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of Heaven,
Blossom the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
Evangeline by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow




Jill Island
Major Ryan Vantes,
262nd Fighter Wing - 73rd Fighter Squadron Night Wolves unit
Tail Hat 219
Pacific Air Forces


“How the hell did they breach the perimeter!? Get everyone ready, the enemy is inbound. Arm the tanks with all munitions from the supply depot and do it on the double!!!”




“Switch over to K-band! This line is getting crowded”



“This is artillery one two six, all units prepare to insert coordinates Zulu niner, six two kilo, Yankee zero zero seven...”



“Get to the entry controller and inform him to challenge anyone who does not know the entry word, on the double!”



“Grey six lead here, snipers are locked and ready for new orders...”



Static intervenes as the fighter pilot switches from band to band, silently listening to everyone's words.



“Can anyone read me on this channel!? I repeat, all gunships are to report to their authorized positions, defense line on blue. Rally at point echo five zero five at forty mike...”



“Contingency level four has been complied with and awaiting permission for code yellow. I say again, contingency level four was met and awaiting orders from any senior commanders, over...”




“One three one lead here, all units have been mobilized. Ready and waiting.”



“Bravo team here at point alpha three zero four, detecting thirty unregistered Arm Slaves heading to zone twenty, line one. Enabling SOD missiles in three sierra...”



“Lima team here at point hotel eight six three, detecting fifty unmarked aircraft heading to zone fifteen, line five. Requesting any friendly aircraft to intercept...”



“This is ghost ship zero one, we are en route to zone eight, line three. Reporting no enemies within sight...”



“Ghost ship Romeo-three here at zone seven, line two. Requesting any electronic jamming aircraft to execute range six protocol...”



“All civilian personnel are to report to the fortress exit. Please follow designated markers and pathways marked in blue for your safety. All security personnel are to escort any civilian who are lost to the proper entry point. I repeat all civilian...”



Fidgeting in his cockpit, the pilot gripped the controls as he waited for the control tower to give him clearance for take off. Sweat drowns his suit within himself as he shuts his eyes for a brief second. The sun was getting to him by the minute and all he could do was to adjust the air condition to be set on maximum.

He leans back onto his seat and breaths in a steady state. Oxygen level all green; all systems ready to be used in all ways possible. Letting go of the controls for a little bit, the pilot silently bit his lower lip.

Both of his hands were shaking for no apparent reason.

His jet currently waits at the end of runway 01, while his wing man was speeding up to be lined up next to this pilot. His wing man, call sign 'Dogma,' is his best friend from being on the ground and also up in the sky.

The blue sky is so clear and positive today.

On his headset, the pilot could hear the comm chatter on the other end and being static for a few seconds. Two seconds later, a instant beep sounded onto his headset.

“Cervantes 1, you are clear for takeoff” replies the control tower.

“Roger that control” said the pilot.

He placed his hands on the controls again and he tucked his head towards his chin a little. The sky is ready to embrace him once more.

“Godspeed and give them hell Cervantes 1. Control over and out” said the Control Tower.

Smiling to himself, the pilot cranks the throttle lever from idle to maximum. Outside his jet, the exhaust nozzle began to close slowly. Exhaust fumes exit the engine nozzle heavily as the aircraft began to pick up speed.

The nose of the aircraft bends down as the weight from the back is transferred forward. The fumes become bright orange as the jet began a burn out process. The thrust was just right as the pilot pulls the jet to take off. All of his tires retracted into their rightful wheel wells as the pilot pushed the landing gear lever up.

He was flying again into the sky.

As the jet roared down the taxiway, a figure watches his jet take off.

A figure, who was nonetheless the crew chief assigned to that jet.

The feeling of watching an aircraft take off is a sight that etches into every mechanic's mind and heart, as they see their flying piece of art fly away for it's mission. As the jet breaks ground and is away from the runway, the mechanic can only wish his jet and the pilot will come home safely once again.




Up in the blue skies, we live our dreams of forever flying in peace. The clouds filled with hope and soft touch, our wings brush through them like a grace of angel walking through heaven. We chose to become pilots for one reason:

We are all born to fly

My name is Ryan Vantes, and I am a major in the Pacific Air Forces.

I silently fly my jet with ease although the chatter on our headset disagreed with me. This mission is probably the most dangerous mission throughout my career of being a fighter pilot.

A mission that everyone does not know what the outcome will be.


Flying southeast of the E-3 Sentry aircraft, known as the Airborne Warning and Control System (AWACS) aircraft, I adjusted my gloves as the air controller explains the sit-rep.

“Kilo three to all units, emergency formation is in effect. Establishing rules of engagement protocol two..."




Mistakes


Jill Island
H Hour plus ten minutes


“...Mithril”

I haven't heard that name for so long.

Opening my eyes, Colonel Huwata's body was already facing away from me as I tried to pull him back towards me. But my hand was too far away for him to feel as the explosions from ground zero created a shock wave.

“Ahh!!” I screamed my lungs out as my body slammed back into the fortress' long hallway.

My body hurts all over as my eyes began to wander.

I can hear distant voices ringing through my ears. Vivid men in uniform kneeling down to help me regain my conscious. Light from somewhere waving eye to eye, a finger or two shown up close and far away.

The navy corpsman's lips were mouthing something that I cannot make out.

“What are you trying to tell me?” I thought to myself “Why... Is it getting so dark?”

I try to look around my surroundings more but someone has their hands on my cheek and forehead. I can tell it is a woman's touch because the scent of vanilla from her body passed me by.

“Come back...” I softly said, “Come back Kyle.”

Hospital Corpsman First Class Chi In-Ha softly held the Captain's hand as he cradled her head. The Captain became unconscious. Corpsman Chi checked her vital signs carefully as everyone could hear the intense gun fire outside the fortress.

“Is she going to be okay doc?” The woman asks Corpsman Chi.

Sergeant Kim Ae-Ri stares at the corpsman as the young man held the unconscious' woman's hand. He held her hand as if she was a close friend and looked back at the woman with a warm smile.

“She's going to be okay Sergeant. However...” The corpsman said as he stares back at the rank of the unconscious woman and her Intelligence insignia.

The corpsman carefully scooped Captain Angel Myers onto his arms. As he had her fully in his care, he felt a badge slip out of the Captain's pants pocket. The badge fell to the floor as everyone's eyes zeroed onto the dropped item.

The female sergeant bent down and held the security badge to her eyes.

The ID showed the Captain's photo, as well as her name and rank. On the lower portion of the badge was in red. In fine black text read the words:


Level 10 Access Badge


“Level ten is where the Vigilant Initiative is in” thought the corpsman, “And so is the emergency communications room.”

Closing his eyes, he took in a breath and spoke with authority.

“Ae-Ri” said the corpsman, “We need to get everyone as far as possible from the blast door. Designating you to take point. Lestor, take left. Grumman, take right. Vin and Oscar, I want you as our back security.”

The four security officers formed a tight V formation as the group began to walk the corridor. More missile blasts could be heard from outside along with the sounds of anti-air turrets.

“Lestor,” said Corpsman Chi, “Try to raise any fire teams within range and let them know to meet us at level 10. Let them know that we have secured priority 1 with us.”

The man named Lestor nodded at the Corpsman's direction and began radio contact.

“Winchester 6 to all fire teams, please respond immediately. I say again, Winchester 6 to all fire teams, please respond...”

Sergeant Ae-Ri glanced back at Corpsman Chi and she smiled warmly.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Ae-Ri thought, “Everything will be okay. Hang in there Captain, we'll protect you.”

***


Jill Island
H Hour plus five
Haleigh Toyotomi


“Commence operation White Flower” I replied as I gripped the throttle control.

The sound of mechanical gears opened the heavy aircraft's doors to the maximum. Chatter from the aircraft's comm set was loud, at the same time reassuring.

“Victor 1 hatching is confirmed. Proceeding to next operation” replied the pilot.

I smiled at the pilot's comment and replied,

“Understood Thunder, over and out.”

As soon as I said those words, I pressed the command on my console for jettison from the aircraft. The Arm Slave fell from the aircraft quickly, due to the intense psi from the hydraulic system. As soon as the Arm Slaved punched out of the jumbo jet, I controlled my AS with a swift flight.

I was ready for her mission.

Other Venom units were also deploying away from their ECS heavy aircraft and quickly followed Haleigh's lead. No one can stop this attack force, which comprised of thirty venom units. All equipped with double edged monomolecular cutters and halberds. Also coming in standard issue, their precious Gatling machine gun.

Lambda drivers all created with an increased time of usage and results varying from pilot to pilot. Depending on their experience of wielding the black technology in their minds.

Nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to be scared of either.

I set the coordinates to my Arm Slaves navigation system and forwarded the coordinates to my subordinates as well. Smirking, I scanned all of my subordinates flying with me to this mission.

A mission that will determine many things.

Blinking repeatedly, the sight of a deserted island was not too far away from the horizon. However...

An alert sound voiced into my cockpit as I stared at the main screen.

“Warning” said Chiba, “Mass fighter jets are approaching your position in thirty seconds. Distance traveling in 900-”

With reflexes, I gripped my controls tightly with a blazing look in my eyes.

“Everyone, engage at will! Don't stop to engage these jets. Press on to the island!”

Acknowledgment lights turned on from my subordinates comm set.

Utilizing my monomolecular cutter, I kicked the throttle to a much faster speed towards the fighter jets. I could see the distinct gray colored jets coming at top speed. Smiling an evil grin, my mind thought of destruction to them. The arm slave Chiba began to run the lambda driver, and White Flower pushed the throttle to the max.

The jets that were on the forward position suddenly burst into flames and destroyed by heavy fire from the other venom units that were flying. As soon as those jets got hit, the fighter jets took evasive maneuvers, flying higher up into the sky.

All of them determined to buy their friends back at base more time.

As soon as the lambda driver rose to maximum power, her shield began to expand throughout the front part of the suit. The energy shield was bright red and spreading throughout the other areas around the arm slave.

“Distance to jets is 300 and closing” muttered the AI, “Evasive actions is advised, White Flower. The jets are locking on to your position.”

“Shit” White Flower cursed as she tried to lock on to a random fighter jet. Seeing that the tail's hat brandished the halberd design, her face screwed up as she tried to remember the specialty of their mission. At second glance she also saw that the number that was etched on the tail read '219.'

Her stomach became queasy as the realization hits her in the head. These units are all ace pilots.

And the jet she just happened to target on was already countering her fire as the rounds that exited the Gatling gun missed easily. It was as though the pilot knew where she was trying to point the bullets to.

“Come on!” She yelled “Hit that jet out of the sky!”

White Flower and the jet took off into the sky at high altitude and speed. Engaging her throttle to the max, the jet also went to maximum speed. As 219 flew, the pilot could only smirked to himself as he saw that the AS was still following him, not knowing the danger the AS was getting itself into.

The pilot looks back to see the AS hot on his trail when he finally decided to make his move. Both flaperons on each side of the wings engaged to execute his tactical move.

Executing the high nose dive required little effort as the jet rose up in the air, leaving the AS little time to react to what was happening.

As soon as White Flower saw that the jet rose up in the air, her mind froze for a mere second.

“Wha” White Flower choked in her own breath.

She barely had time to react as she tried to change the arm slave's position to intercept 219.

The aircraft made a roll as he finished his nose dive, flying the opposite way he had flown not too long ago. The pilot could only chuckle as he jettisoned the external fuel tanks as White Flower continued to spray bullets at the jet.

One of the rounds hit the fuel tank, causing it to explode in front of her AS with huge fireballs in the sky. The jet had also punched the emergency speed button, causing the fighter jet to scream very loud in the airspace.

Leaving a white streak to form to a be like a white cloud in the sky.

White Flower yells in agony as she passes through the flame unharmed. She was very far from engaging jet 219.

“Damn you” She cursed to the jet.

A beeping noise suddenly sounded as she looked up to see the image of her subordinate, Glenn Noguchi.

“Are you alright ma'am?” Bryan asked.

She tried to shake the feeling of defeat as she opened her navigational screen. Seeing that they were still far from the island, White Flower stared back at Noguchi.

She smirked at Noguchi briefly.

“Noguchi, inform the first Strike pilots to engage the island according to plan” said White Flower, “Is our tactical air control party at the island?”

"Affirmative ma'am, Charlie 1 and Quebec 2 landed at their positions as scheduled."

"Ready the second strike units as well as the OpForce underwater units. Contact Lima and Oscar to launch their M9s as soon as second strike finishes their bombardment."

***



Jill Island
Colonel Huwata
H hour plus twenty


After leaping out of the side rail, I landed on the hard concrete floor with minor injuries. As I open my eyes while catching my breath, my heart skipped a beat when I thought of Angel.

Doing a recovery roll, I looked at the two mini arm slaves that were about to jump down.

“Angel” I thought, “Please be safe...”

Then I heard a loud explosion.

“What the hell!?!?” I screamed.

Looking back up, I saw a M9 land with sudden force, creating a shock wave of dust and debris. Immediately, the two mini arm slaves began to fire at the M9.

Suddenly dodging back and forth from the arm slaves, the M9 rushed back.

I ran to find some cover as one of the mini arm slaves spotted me. Returning fire with my pistol, I got behind a corner from a building. Taking out my bluetooth device and activating base communications, I began to determine what frequency the M9 was using.

“Come on!” I said to myself “Think, think, think!”

More shots from the arm slaves rain down my position and I began to run again for suitable cover.

“I'm dead meat if they catch me, but even still. I can't die! Not yet” I exclaimed.

That's right, you can't die. Not when you haven't told your feelings about-

The M9 increases its pace as it jumped up and dove towards the two enemies. Fearless of the altitude, the M9 punctured both arm slaves with its monomolecular cutter with one swipe.

Landing on its feet once again with minimal destruction of course.

“Stupid AS” I mumbled at the M9 “Trying to show off like some action hero to woo some fans.”

As if hearing my words, the M9 turned my way and flashed its green lights.

In my earpiece, the AI for communications finally spoke.

“Malta-1, November-6. I read you loud and clear. Please select appointed M9 for frequency line.”

The quiet M9 began to walk towards my way as I stepped out of the building's cover. Returning the gun to my holster, I raised my hands up with fingers spread. Let's see if the M9 still remembers basic protocols.

“November-6” I said to the AI, “Designate M9 from point G sector zero five seven. Lone M9. Requesting to board.”

The M9 took its monomolecular cutter and pointed at me, ready to strike if I whipped my gun at it.

“Malta-1, you are approved to board lone M9. Contingency protocol has been disabled” said the AI.

I sighed and looked at the M9 again. The M9 tucked its cutter behind its back and knelt down with its right hand laid to the ground. I smile to myself as I began to climb the cockpit as quickly as possible.

Heaving a sigh of relief, I got into the cockpit and assembled the controls to my settings.

“Unregistered personnel on board” spoke the AI “Please state your rank, name, and serial number.”

“Colonel Kyle Huwata, X-5718.”

The cockpit main screen lit up and showed my profile. To the right of the screen was the situation of the island and enemy status.

“AI, close hatch and start changes to movement at 3.5.”

I softly gripped the throttle and the right side stick controller. My feet were already on the foot pedals and my posture changed. Judging by the island's defenses, I need to hurry.

“Understood sir.”

Nodding my head I began to move the M9 right away.

“AI, listen to me. Do not call me sir and do not call me 'Colonel' either.”

I chuckled at the name that was given to me years before.

“From now on, call me Malta” I said.

The AI did not speak for a few seconds when it responded slowly.

“I understand, Malta.”

Running the M9 to find the hot spot of enemy forces, an alarm sounded.

“Warning! Enemy cruise missile closing in at 6 o'clock range 100 feet.”

Shit!

“Warning! Two GBU-39 missiles closing in at 9 o'clock range 75 feet.”

No!

Clenching my teeth, I knelt the M9 down as I prepared to jump into maximum height. Extracting the holstered rifle behind my back, clearing the two GBU'39s should be priority one.

“AI, jump at my mark!” I said.

In a slow motion effect, the range of the missiles closed in faster and faster.

“MARK!” I screamed.

The M9 climbed to the sky as the missiles exploded onto the ground with a huge bang. Checking the monitor, I changed the direction of the AS to find the cruise missile coming straight at me.

Slowly, I take a breath in and the image of a smiling Angel came to mind. As that thought came to mind, warnings from within the cockpit erupted.

“Warning! GBU-39 range at fifteen feet...”

Shooting the cruise missile with dead accuracy caused the M9 to feel the shock wave and descend back to ground zero rapidly.

“Warning! Enemy Arm Slave incoming to position. Designating Kilo-1.”

My eyes narrowed as I look at the screen to see a Venom flying towards me with superb speed.

“Wow” I thought, “To think of challenging a Codarl-M in such a day like this... Something is definitely wrong here.”

“AI, jam all communication frequency within a five mile radius. Establish contact with Kilo-1's channel and connect me. Do it in two minutes.”

Now... Let's see how far you can last in that suit.

“Roger, Malta-6” said AI.

I couldn't help but smile as I pushed the button to begin recording of the battle.

“Warning! Kilo-1 has armed it's halberd. Distance at two...”

The M9 stood straight and relaxed, with it's monomolecular cutter out ready for its first strike. Patient for the target to draw in when suddenly four other Venom Arm Slaves deactivated its ECS. All brandishing their own set of halberds.

Colonel Huwata's face was staring down at the console when he looked straight up. His eyes, no longer human. But rather, a fox. A night fox. Whose red eyes that are ready to kill anyone who dares to block its path of destruction.


The fight for this island has just begun.

***


Tuatha De Danaan 1
H hour plus five


The Captain stares straight ahead at the main monitor. Sitting on her Captain's chair, she pulls on her braided silver hair as the images of Venom appeared at an instant. Her breathing tightened as no noise can exit through her mouth.

Thirty Venoms

All possessing standard Gatling guns as well as halberds on their backs. Flying with rapid speed to Jill Island.

Captain Tesstarossa closed her eyes and opens them again to stare at Commander Mardukas. His eyes were also focused at the main screen, but a lone cold sweat slowly trickled down his left cheek from his forehead. The scene of the Venoms is grim.

The chances of Urzu 7 of taking all of the Venoms down are too slim. But what is more troublesome is that young girl who is in charge of leading the Venom operation.

That girl whose name is Haleigh Toyotomi.

Captain Tesstarossa lets out a sigh and thought of Ms. Toyotomi. Many questions came to her and many of them are left unanswered. Placing her right hand onto her keyboard, she began to look through intelligence bureau's database.

Searching for a girl's past that somehow may be a crucial key to all of this.

A holographic screen appeared in front of Captain Tesstarossa's chair, showing the Mithril patch. Typing onto the keyboard, she typed Haleigh Toyotomi's name.

“Captain,” Ask Commander Mardukas “May I ask what you are searching for?”

The young Captain stares at the hologram as the database began to find any trace of Haleigh Toyotomi.

“Commander, I believe there is a clue in Ms. Toyotomi's file that we need to find.”

Commander Mardukas stares at the hologram as well and suddenly, the screen showed the picture of Haleigh Toyotomi. However, it showed not just her.

The picture showed Haleigh Toyotomi wearing the Mithril Class A uniform smiling and there were two people standing next to her that brought the Captain and Commander to gasp.

“It... can't be” said Captain Tesstarossa.

That someone was Lieutenant Commander Kalinin and Lieutenant Ryo Iwamura.

Staring at the photo and Haleigh's history file, Teletha Tesstarossa clenched her fists tightly. At the hologram screen, she enlarged the file into a bigger screen so she could start reading the file.

****

CONFIDENTIAL:
By order of Doctor X.M. Herma, confidential report XX02.

Captain Angel H. Myers is confirmed with XXXXXXX status. Recommend immediate class B protection and transfer to Project Night Fox, priority 1.

END Operation Night Fox B Rough Draft