Date: 19/2/2025
Time: 11:40 pm
Location - Portul Mihail.
[AWACS Stormruler]
"Alright, listen up. Velkaria’s war machine is running on one thing—oil. And we’re about to cut off their supply."
"Your target is Rig Alpha, a massive offshore oil extraction facility supplying Velkarian air and ground forces. This isn’t just a fuel depot—it’s the heart of their logistics network. Destroying it will cripple their ability to sustain operations in the region."
"This won’t be easy. SAM sites, AA guns, and an escort fleet of warships and patrol enemy aircraft heavily defend the rig. Velkaria knows how critical this facility is, and they’re prepared to die protecting it."
"Blue Spider Squadron, your objective is simple: wipe that rig off the map. Your loadout includes anti-ship and ground-strike ordnance, so make every shot count. Target fuel storage tanks, drilling platforms, and command centers—the bigger the explosion, the better."
"Expect resistance from enemy fighters—Squadron Belial may be in the area. If they show up, be ready for a real fight."
"This is our chance to turn the tide. Without fuel, their war machine grinds to a halt. We struck them, we hit them fast, and we leave nothing standing."
"Blue Spider Squadron, get airborne. Let’s set the sea on fire."
Mission Started
Blue Spider squadron flies with the Astorian's allied fighters.
<< AWACS Stormruler >>
<< Clear to engage >>
<< Blue Spider 2 >>
<< Blue Spider 2 engage >>
Blue Spider 1 shoots down the enemy tanker transport and flies to the oil rig area.
AWACS Stormruler
<< Velkarian Oil rig, at vector 301 >>
Blue Spider 1 shoots the enemy oil rig defenses and throws one of the FAEB bombs on the platform, causing major damage and so he goes to shoot down the other platforms.
<< Velkarian Fighter >>
<< He is here, take down that insect >>
Out of nowhere, a radio transmission from another station interrupts the mission.
<< Victor Petrescu, Velkarian Propaganda Broadcaster >>
<< Citizens of Velkaria, open your eyes! Today, I bring you the truth that Astoria’s corrupt leaders and their lapdog media refuse to admit! >>
Blue Spider 2 is hearing while fighting the enemy fighters.
<< Victor Petrescu, Velkarian Propaganda Broadcaster >>
<< And who suffers? Hardworking Velkarian men and women who fuel their war machine, their planes, and their cities! But no, Blue Spider doesn’t care about that! They don’t care about honor, they don’t care about the innocent! All they care about is spreading chaos like the rabid animals they are >>
Blue Spider 2 pouted hearing the false accusation.
<< Victor Petrescu, Velkarian Propaganda Broadcaster >>
<< Mark my words, people—Blue Spider Squadron isn’t fighting a war. They’re criminals in stolen jets, and one day, Velkaria will swat them out of the sky like the pests they are! This is Victor Petrescu, bringing you the truth—whether Astoria likes it or not! >>
<< Blue Spider 2 >>
<< Great, now we have ourselves a criticism... >>
<< AWACS Stormruler >>
<< The best advice is to avoid them and not respond, remember some people in their cities don't know about our situation. >>
Blue Spider 1 shoots down the oil rig and flies to the next area which is in the fuel factory installation and he throws his last bombs, almost running out of ammo. Blue Spider 1 flies nearly to the ground and shoots down the fuel tank with his machine gun, then he flies up.
<< Astorian Fighter >>
<< That was an incredible flying! >>
<< Blue Spider 2 >>
<< At least we have fans here, right big bro? >>
Blue Spider 1 dodges the SAM's missiles, and one enemy aircraft chases him. At the same time, Blue Spider 2 helps her brother destroy the oil factory and later the Blue Spider squadron fights the remaining enemy airforces.
<< Astorian Allied Forces >>
<< Alright, it seems we destroyed their factory oil >>
The ocean below is ablaze. Smoke rises from the shattered remains of the Velkarian oil rig, its burning fuel turning the sea into a field of floating fire. Blue Spider Squadron and allied forces weave through the chaotic battlefield, their missile counters flashing dangerously low, their fuel reserves draining fast.
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<< AWACS Stormruler >>
<< All units, we’ve got multiple fast movers inbound from the northeast—speed, and formation match known enemy ace squadrons. Standby for ID… >>
<< Astorian Allied Forces >>
<< Huh? >>
<< Blue Spider 2 >>
<< That doesn't sound good.. >>
<< AWACS Stromruler >>
<< Shit. That’s Squadron Belial. We’ve got visual confirmation—it’s Lucifer’s Warriors. >>
<< Allied Pilot >>
<< No way… those are the devils from Gospel City! >>
<< Blue Spider 2 >>
<< We can’t fight them like this! I’m down to my last missile! >>
Through the clouds, they descend like wraiths.
Su-35s with blood-red insignias. An F-22 that cuts through the sky like a predator stalking its prey.
Squadron Belial, Elite Air Superiority Squadron, "Lucifer’s Warriors"
They have arrived.
<< Belial 1 >>
<< I see the insects are still crawling in our skies. >>
<< Belial 2 >>
<< "They look tired. This will be quick. >>
Mission Update
<< AWACS Stormruler >>
<< All units, listen up! You’re low on fuel and ammo—you are not engaging Squadron Belial. I repeat, RTB immediately! >>
<< Allied Pilot >>
<< We’re just gonna let them chase us off?! >>
<< AWACS Stormruler >>
<< Unless you want to take on an ace squadron with guns and bad decisions, yes! Full throttle, break west, and don’t look back! >>
Engines roar as Blue Spider Squadron pulls away, afterburners blazing.
<< Blue Spider 2 >>
<< Big bro! Let's get out of here, we don't have enough ammo and fuel! >>
<< Allied Forces >>
<< Just don't fight them, just retreat! >>
The enemy gives chase for a moment—then stops.
<< Belial Two >>
<< That’s right. Run, little insects. Run while you still can! >>
<< Belial One >>
<< They lived today. But they won’t always be so lucky. >>
The Blue Spider squadron with the allied force managed to escape the combat zone with the return line. The last thing Blue Spider 1 sees before vanishing into the clouds is the burning oil rig reflected in the enemy’s cockpit glass—an unspoken promise that this fight isn’t over.
Mission Complete
The sky is quiet now. The battle is over, but the weight of it lingers. The Blue Spider Squadron has made it out alive—barely.
As the squadron approaches the airbase, the radio chatter dies down. One by one, pilots check-in, voices drained from exhaustion.
<< AWACS Stromruler >>
<< "Blue Spider Squadron, you’re clear for landing. The tower is standing by. Welcome home. >>
The distant hum of approaching aircraft cuts through the night air. From the edge of the airbase, standing just beyond the flight control tower, May Parker Swan watches as the squadron returns. One by one, the war machines descend, their frames bearing the scars of battle—burnt metal, chipped paint, smoke trailing from overworked engines.
Her heart clenches as she scans the landing jets, searching. Then, she sees it.
A Su-37, gliding in low, its dark silhouette stark against the floodlit runway. It moves with precision, almost effortless, despite the battle it has just endured. The landing gear deploys, tires screeching as they meet the pavement. A drag chute unfurls behind it, slowing its momentum, the wind carrying its tattered fabric like a wounded flag.
Her children are home.
As the aircraft rolls toward the hangar, ground crews move in, guiding it forward with glowing batons. The canopy remains shut, its pilot still seated, silent as always. May exhales, pressing a hand to her chest, grounding herself in the reality of the moment. He made it. They both did.
But she knows, just as they do—the war isn’t over.
After debriefing, May Parker takes their children to have dinner in a restaurant.
The war doesn't stop, not even for a meal, but for now, inside this small, dimly lit restaurant near the airbase, the world feels quieter. The scent of freshly cooked food lingers in the air—something warm, something real, something untouched by the battlefield.
The table is set for three. A flickering candle sits between them, casting soft shadows on their faces. Cinder leans back in her chair, arms crossed, while May Parker Swan watches both of her children from across the table. Alex, as always, remains silent, his expression unreadable. His eyes drift to the window, watching the neon lights outside blur against the night.
Cinder Parker: (picking at her plate, smirking slightly) You know, Mom, I think this is the first meal I’ve had that wasn’t out of a ration pack in weeks. I almost forgot what real food tastes like.
May Parker Swan: (soft chuckle) Well, we’ll see if you still think that after the first bite.
Cinder Parker: (grinning) What, you don’t trust military cooks?
May Parker Swan: (raising an eyebrow) I trust my own cooking more.
Cinder makes a small but genuine sound. She glances at Alex, expecting some kind of reaction. Nothing. Just the same quiet, distant gaze. She sighs.
Cinder Parker (nudging Alex’s shoulder slightly) Hey, big guy. You still with us, or are you having dinner with the ghosts of those fighters we downed today?
Alex doesn’t look at her. Instead, his gaze lingers on a small TV mounted in the corner of the restaurant. A news broadcast. No sound, just footage of burning oil rigs and scattered debris floating in the ocean. A reminder. A consequence.
May follows his eyes, sighing softly. She places her hand gently on the table, drawing Cinder’s attention.
May Parker Swan: (calm, steady) War doesn’t end just because you land your plane.
Cinder Parker: (pausing, exhaling through her nose) Yeah… tell me about it.
May Parker Swan: (leaning slightly forward, voice firm but warm) But you can’t let it take everything from you. You’re still here. You’re still breathing. And as long as that’s true, you need to remember who you are.
Cinder looks away for a moment, then nods. May’s gaze softens as she turns back to Alex. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t spoken. She reaches across the table, lightly tapping his hand
May Parker Swan: (gently) And you, Alex… I know you feel it. I know you carry it, even if you don’t say a word.
A long silence. Alex doesn’t react at first. But after a moment, his fingers twitch slightly, as if acknowledging her words. May pulls back, offering a small, sad smile.
May Parker Swan (softly) "You’re still my children. No matter how many medals they pin to your uniforms, no matter how many missions they send you on… at the end of the day, you’re still Alex and Cinder Parker. And you still have each other.
Cinder Parker (smirking again, trying to lighten the mood) "Yeah, yeah, don’t get all sentimental on us, Mom." (pauses, glancing at Alex) "But… she’s right. We’ve got each other’s backs. We always have.
Alex finally moves—just a slight tilt of his head, enough to show he’s listening. The words linger between them, unspoken but understood.
The food arrives. The conversation slows, but the weight of the night lingers. For now, though, it’s just a mother and her children, sharing a meal. A moment of peace in a war that offers so little of it.
Outside, beyond the walls of the restaurant, the war waits. But inside—just for now—they are home.