TTISI: Ace Combat 3

This is the translated version, but I’m actually going to veer off from the official story a bit because of the canonical endings, hence there’s going to be a lot of creative differences. Thus, I hope y’all enjoy it nonetheless!

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//enter_ID_Label: Yellowtail
... REAPONSE DENIED
//run_slf_hstry
... COMPLETE
//enter_ID_Label: Nemo
... RESPONSE ACCEPTED

CONNECTING....

Me:.... I wonder what’s going on in the world...

CONNECTION SUCCESSFUL
loading...

General Group: *has an ad play*
Me: God dammit, I forgot ad block.

BEEP

Ad: Look at this pilot.
Me: I don’t believe I care.
Ad: she has something as bad as cancer.
Me: I guess I care now.
Ad: and she’s a military fighter wearing a spacesuit.
Me:...

Rena, the spacesuit pilot: um, my days off... well, I can’t walk in the park... so, I read, watch movies...
Me:... Why does she seem so familiar?
Rena:... My dreams... well, to keep being a pilot like I’ve been doing. But... lately, I’ve been thinking. My body is nothing more than a container for the mind, then it doesn’t mean anything to me.
Me: huh... she sounds sad...
Rena: My body didn’t come with wings, but my mind does, and it gave me the sky.
Me:...

SystemIncoming video message: Erich, accept?
Me: who’s.... oh right, coworker. Accept.
System: Error, unable to accept.
Me:... weird. Did he leave a message?
System: Affirmative.

Erich: oh? You’re out? Hm. Alright, that’s fine, but here’s the thing. I don’t know what your intentions are, but if you want to keep flying for UPEO (universal peace enforcement organization), then don’t disobey commander’s orders.

Me: I’d never disobey orders.

Erich: well, if we could protect that world through peaceful solutions like Clarkson’s faction always talks about, then General wouldn’t need UPEO in the first place. *sighs* Either way, it doesn’t have anything to do with us fighter pilots. Anyway, see you next mission. Wait, actually, now that I think about it, please work around my support a bit better. Don’t copy Rena or Fi’s maneuvers. You’re the only one who’s got my back.

Me: who’s Fi?
System: Fiona.
Me: ah.
System: Incoming transmission.

Fiona: This is a message of orders. All personnel are placed on indefinite standby as of today.

Me: Am I on standby?
System: Of course you are, Nemo.
Me: Is that my call sign?
System: Yes.

Fiona: Things are getting dicey, but we can take it. *smiles* bye!

All goes quiet as I sit in darkness, ready for my next mission...

BEEP

The hangar sits silently as I sit in my plane, waiting for the control tower to give me the go ahead.

Erich: hey, I know you aren’t much of a talker, but think we’ll be alright up there?
Me:... Yes.
Fiona: Wow, he actually talked. He doesn’t sound like I thought he would.
Me:...
Rena: Alright, Nemo, I’m about to liftoff. Start heading out.
Me:... *starts rolling the plane out*

//autopilot?: Y.

BEEP

//startup... complete.

I look at my systems inside the Typhon I fly, making sure everything is alright.

Erich: Good thing Rena’s flying a Flanker, eh?
Me: Yes.
Fiona: Cut the chatter.
Rena: Commencing attack.

System: Engage.
Me: Roger. What should I call you by the way?
System: ... No monicker is needed.
Me: I’ll call you Sally.
System:... Monicker denied.
Me: Overuled.
System:... very well.

BEEP:

After returning to base, from a successful mission of shooting down fighters. I sit in silence as I wait for something to happen.

System: Incoming video message.
Me: Alright.

Fiona: so, it finally begun. Depending on Neucom’s response, Del Clarkson’s clout might already be of no use. I suppose war is inevitable... Oh uh, weren’t you flying differently today? You never did that in practice, it was pretty good!

Me: Can I respond?
Sally: No.
me: ...

Sally: Another message incoming.

To my surprise, Rena’s face appears. I perk up a bit.

Rena: oh, uh, hello. This is the first time I’ve sent you a mail.... Erich said you never pick up messages or respond, but I wanted to say, if this war continues, we might be flying together more often. *stops to think*... if you fly like today, you’ll be able to down as many enemies as you like. *smiles slightly* Well... later.

Me:... Can I send like a text or something-
Sally: No.
Me: oh God dammit.
Sally: Blame the tech, not me.
Me: you are the tech.
Sally: Not my problem.
Me:... Wanna play chess?
Sally: ... Black, or white?
Me: Whichever. I’m used to losing to computers.