Tom Ace

"Just don't go getting yourself killed out there Tom. We need you Hella-bad. And I mean that, I don't care what happens to your plane, just get back here alive and ready to battle in the next dogfight."

Tom was going out on his next mission to the war front, for the Fyr Rebellion. The country of Auberg is in a civil war. The northern half of Auberg was taken over by the Fyr rebels. Now the Auberg military wants to regain its territory and its totalitarian rule over the people.

Tom was called an ace by his comrades and enemies. He flies missions out of a small air base and down to the front, where there is constant battling between the warring factions. Tom's engineer, Cinstan, fixes his plane after every mission. Usually his plane is untouched, but at times it takes hundreds of hits.

"No way in Hell I'm going down today Cinstan, I hear the empire's air force is getting worn down. It shouldn't be long before we win the war."

"Don't get too cocky up there Tom. In fact, our forces are dwindling faster than theirs are. They have large factories that produce planes, while we can only obtain our air force by buying planes off the black market."

"OK, OK, so what's my mission today doc?" Tom jumped into his plane cockpit and began playing with the joystick. "Boy I love these dogfights, nothing is as dangerous, or as much of a test of skill." He looked like a young boy playing with a new toy.

"Now listen up, Tom. You're heading to Auberg again. As you know it, the capital of Auberg. We have ground forces in the city that are engaged in combat as we speak. They are severely outnumbered, and since the Auberg military is used to engaging in urban warfare because of their harsh dictating enforcements, they have the advantage. Now, our forces are presently retreating from the city into the north where backup troops will assist in their escape."

"There are large fields that they are crossing over until they can reach the trenches in Trench Forest. I believe there are about 30 enemy aircraft headed after our retreating forces. With enough fire, and some 'red bombs', our forces could be wiped out. Your mission is to take 9 aircraft into Auberg, intercept the enemy and destroy them. You will take heavy fire from both the air and the ground enemy forces. Expect no help from our wounded comrades on the ground. Good luck Tom, and please come back alive."

"ONLY 9 AIRCRAFT? What in blazes happened to the other 25 aircraft we just had last week?" Tom started up his engine, looking ahead, Cinstan could see the furious, even desperate expression on his face.

"Well, they went on a mission to Auberg last week, and none have come back... yet."

"Damn it, doc! I'm good, but not this good! Do you really expect those pilots to come back?" Tom sighed and began steering his aircraft to the runway, the doc jogging with him. "Just wait here for me, doc. And prepare another aircraft identical to this one. I'll come back, and then I'll be running double missions. Oh, did I forget to tell you that I'll be taking out Max today?" Tom laughed and turned forward. Moments later he took off with the other 9 aircraft.

The top general from the Auberg government wanted to be on the battlefield, so he chose to be a field general. His son, Max Auberg, loved to fly. Max rose in the ranks and became elite. He now commands an elite group of 30 air units. They fly missions into northern Auberg to destroy rebel battle units. Max is a renowned pilot. He has flown over 60 missions and taken down a total 87 rebel aircraft.