So, as I enjoy aviation greatly, I was thinking about writing a novel or RP about jet dogfights in a semi-real world (real planes, fake places). If you've played the Ace Combat series, it's a bit like that. With that in mind, I decided to write a short story, revolving around the experiences of a pilot during the first days of a war between two countries.
Shooting Stars: The Faceless; 14th Squadron---Dogfighting RP---Preview
August 26th, 2017
Today, we flew our first sortie, over the Maret Highlands. It was a simple patrol, looking for any Carinian aircraft that had passed over the border. All was calm, until we began to head back, as we were low on fuel, when we were intercepted by Carinian Su-33 Flanker-D's. We lost Jack and Harley, but were the rest of us were able to escape unharmed. We mourn them, but to be honest, I didn't like those two that much.
August 29th, 2017
We flew a ground attack mission over the Marus Mountains today, searching for Carinian listening stations. We found them, and destroyed most of them with little difficulty, but we lost Harry when his plane was considerably damaged by AAA fire, and he was unable to pull up after strafing the last station. He took the station with him, but he died in the crash.
September 2nd, 2017
Around 2 AM, the airbase was attacked by Carinian bombers. The squadron was able to take off in time, and we were given orders to fall back to Tet Airfield, fifty kilometers west. However, Dan split off from the group to go after the bombers, and we didn't hear from him after that. We think he ran out of fuel half way, and crashed. There's only me, Yuuto, Charlotte and Juliet left now.
September 26th, 2017
After a short leave, the 17th got together for a interception mission of enemy recon planes at high altitude. When we arrived, we found that it was in fact a trap set for us, as we did not find recon aircraft but fully loaded Mig-35's. We were able to fight off most of them, but as we retreated, Yuuto was shot down, as his engine had been damaged in the flight, and as Charlotte flew next to me, her Eurofighter was destroyed by a missile. My canopy was covered in a mixture of oil, blood and shrapnel. I was only able to land by letting Juliet guide me through the process.
October 4, 2017
Nothing of much importance happened today, except for in the evening when I found Juliet tinkering with her F-16's cockpit. When I asked her what she was doing, she simply responded "Just a few modifications" and got back to work.
October 5th, 2017
I found out why Juliet was tinkering with her cockpit systems today. During a simple patrol over peaceful areas, at around 7000 meters, she pulled her plane next to mine and said "good bye" over a private comms channel. When I looked over, she waved and blew me a kiss from her plane, before rolling it over and ejecting herself.
She had no parachute.
October 12th, 2017
After a few missions alone, mostly reconnaissance and ground support missions, command told me today would be my last sortie. I hope it is, I never want to fly this plane ever again.
July 14th, 2018
Every single time, they said it would be the last flight. The last sortie. The last mission.
The last kill.
I don't think they mean it anymore.
In January, they gave the squad some new members, but they were indifferent to me, and didn't care much. They were so happy all the time.
They were all dead before the end of February.
Tomorrow, I will fly, "one more time". This sortie, like all the others, is the "last" one.
This time, I will make sure it really is.
the next entry is written in hasty looking, scribbled letters, as if the writer was writing quickly. the ink is smudged in places, probably from bumps and turbulence while being written
July 15th, 2018
From the sky, the ground looks so pretty. The houses like toys, the people like fleas. Everything looks perfect, without a flaw. You feel free.
But as you descend, the world becomes large again, and you feel trapped. You want to leave the chaos of descent and flight, no matter how free you felt five kilometers up.
And when you finally touch the ground, you feel relieved that it is all over. You are happy, but then realize that soon you will have to do it again. Then you fall into despair, until you fly up again and you feel the freedom again.
Rinse and repeat. Over and over.
But this time, I won't repeat it again. This time really will be "the last time". This time, I won't fly up again, only descend.
In this final descent, I feel more free than any of the other flights, for this is the last time I will ever have to fly.
I'm coming, Jack.
I'm coming, Harley.
I'm coming, Harry.
I'm coming, Dan.
I'm coming, Yuuto.
I'm coming, Charlotte.
I'm coming, Juliet.
I will be with you all soon. I love you all----
the rest of the page is burned to a crisp
Aviator Andrew Hites and his aircraft was never found after that day. He is presumed dead. Shortly after the events detailed in his journal were made public, there was a public outrage, and in the face of widespread chaos, the Royal Grachian government retired all "faceless" flight squadrons from duty. A few days after this, the Grachian Principality officially declared war on the Carinian Federation.
A few years after the war, the "Faceless Fund" was created to help former aviators return to normal lives. There was, however, one squadron who never left duty.
Please give your opinions and tell me if I should put in the effort to make it a real RP!