Coronation


The killing blow connected with my fighter; ammunition began cooking off by the already unstable engines as I realized what I had become… The world slowed and turned gray as I recalled the events that led up to this. My childhood and life up until I became a pilot flashed by my pride and joy at becoming one of the Federation's "Greatest," then this war. My failure to stop that crown back at Yellowstone, retreating after Crimson 5 had taken severe damage. My battle over the Bering Strait that saw over half of my squad get knocked down for a time. My obsession with that pilot, leading my men to their useless deaths over the burning ruins of Prospero… and my final act, the burning of my home… Presidia… That pilot, Monarch, I took too much. Would he one day walk the same path? Who would be the one to shoot him down if he fell like I did?

The gray faded as I saw him, "Monarch, when you hear the thunder…" I pulled my plane up, "when you hear the thunder…" I could feel the plane start to come apart, "When the storm comes for you…" it stalled, no longer able to function, "Remember me." Everything went orange.


Location: Tonopah US Airbase, Nevada

Designation: ?


As the personnel on the base looked up to see a second sun appear in the sky, they all knew that the next few days would be tiring. Base alarms began blaring as an orange hue washed over the base.

"Sir! Our sensors just picked up a massive energy spike, airborne!" A sensor technician yelled as the base's electronics suffered heavy interference. A smaller contact appeared on radar shortly after the energy spike died down. "Radar just picked up a contact! Fighter size, unknown make!"

Amidst the chaos the base commander's voice bellowed out, "We're the closest Air Base, get our birds in the air and track it!"


Location: Elko, Nevada

Designation: ?


As the two finished mopping up the last remnants of the aerialcon patrol, their sensors picked up a single energy signature, pursued by multiple air force IFF tags. The twin Ravens turned and activated their stealth capabilities, beginning their own pursuit.

Meanwhile, a Decepticon QRF made their approach into the AO.


Location: Elko, Nevada

Designation: Crimson-1


I should have died then, yet I was still in the air. My diagnostics said that everything was fine, that my ammunition stores were full and that the shielding on my engines was uncompromised. My gps and communications systems were rebooting and attempting to reconnect. As I flew onward, my thoughts turned inwards as things began to turn gray again. I hadn't noticed the unknown IFF signals that had begun following me…

Once it had reconnected to the system, my GPS said that I was above Prospero… Yet I didn't see a cordium irradiated wasteland, I couldn't find any trace of the scarred sea. A voice on the radio interrupted my thoughts and pulled me from the gray.

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US Pilot| Echo 1

/I repeat, unidentified aircraft, flash Ident and redirect to Hill Air Base or be considered hostile. Wiggle your flaps if you can understand me.\

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I looked behind me to see a squadron of F/C-16's behind me as my radio came back online.

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/This is Crimson 1, I hear you. Redirecting to your coordinates…\

My plane began to turn when energy blasts began raining on us and my radar lit up with new contacts barreling towards us. It was a quick activation of the AOA limiter that kept me from getting hit, but I knew that the other pilots weren't as lucky when I saw burning wrecks and parachutes in the sky. (Just like the Bering Strait) I looked around and saw the culprits, 20 purple car-like jets, coming back around for another pass. The F/C-16's were down to two flights after that first strike.

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US Pilot| Echo 4

/Hostile Contact coming back around, I can't get a lock on them! They're jamming us!\

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It was with a thought that I was able to mark the unexpected visitors as hostile, and it was with a thought that my own EWS came online and canceled out their jamming.

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/Crimson-1, marking hostiles and engaging. If you can't fight then disengage, no need to suffer any further casualties.\

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(Begin OST Peacekeeper I Intro A)

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I turned towards the attackers and jousted with the first one as they passed by, other pilots did the same with some effect, if the purple wrecks that began falling from the sky were any indication. Another F/C-16 went down, there was no sign of an ejection… Using my Burst Missiles was too risky, I switched to my Railgun and lined it up with the two that were still turning.

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US Pilot| Echo 2

/What the hell did he just fire?!\

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/The two enemies fell from the sky, one with a hole through the cockpit and another missing an entire wing.

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US Pilot|Echo 3

/He just cut the sky wide open…\

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As the last of the F/C 16's finally made it behind me I swapped to the BML-U, locked onto the enemies in front of me and let loose a great volley. Of the 13 remaining enemies, only 4 survived. The survivors immediately began to turn tail and run, but they weren't going to make it.

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/You really think you can run away after taking those lives?! Get back here, you've made this personal!\

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Uknown|Unknown

/SHEEEEEEEEEIIIIYYYYYYYYYYEHHH! SHHHRRREEEEEEEEE—\

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Two lasers speared through the leaders of the enemy survivors, before turning and bisecting the other two. Two arrow shaped airframes, with no sign of any cockpit flew past the wrecks before transmitting to the F/C 16 pilots…

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Unknown|Unknown

/Redirect Coordinates ATCH, Prepare for DEBRIEF\

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US Pilot| Echo 2

/Debrief?! Those guys just tore us a new one over our own territory and you're telling us to RTB?!\

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US Pilot| Echo 3

/Echo 2, You saw what these guys are carrying right? We're better off listening to the flying NDA's.\

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US Pilot| Echo 1

/Cut the chatter, we've received our orders. Echo 5 and 8 suffered damage to their radios but are still able to receive. All surviving members of Echo Squadron, reroute to the designated coordinates… Things are going to get a lot more difficult…\

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I looked at the new arrivals, two delta-winged planes both with a single vertical stabilizer mounted on the bottom and sighed.

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/Crimson 1, Redirecting to new coordinates…\


This side-fic occurs before and during the events of Project: Prime. After all, I do help King of the Grimm with ideas for the fic. Hope you enjoy.