Few weeks have passed since our last mission, and I was so eager to fly and fight against Eruseans. As we wait for our next mission, me and my buddies went workout, watching movies, and pranking SkyEye. And lets just say he didn't like it and decided to whack us on our heads with a wooden spoon and scolded us. Yep, he will definitely became a good father. Jason being our brother, Alex, Me, and Frank being-

"No, you're our baby 'lil brother." Frank jumped in.

"Why???"

"First of all, you're the youngest in our group." Alex explained, "And Second, you always whine when we took your burger."

"But that's a soft burger patty with Sunny-side up egg, two piece of perfect non-curled bacon, melted mozzarella cheese, and a cooked burger patty that I like and YOU took it!" I retorted.

SkyEye grins and teases, "Oh, does the baby need a pacifier to calm himself down?"

"Shut up, James."

7th of November, 2004. We received the news we'd been dying to hear. Racing each other to the briefing room, and we almost bumped to Weaver. I apologize while smiling sheepishly, Weaver slightly smiles and shook his head before we begin our briefing.

"We've discovered the Erusians are transporting a large quantity of strategic supplies and rapid deployment troops into Comberth Harbor. Comberth appears to be the staging area for an attack on North Point. The Aegir Fleet stationed there seems to be the centerpiece of their strike. If the Erusians complete their troop preparations and the Aegir Fleet sets sail, this will bring about our defeat in this war. Your mission is to intercept and shoot down the enemy transport planes in and around Comberth Harbor. Let's show them how vulnerable they are. Be advised, the transport aircraft have ECMs onboard that emit powerful jamming signals. Rely on visual contact rather than radar!"

"Why do those bastards have to make our job more difficult?" Frank groaned, standing up and heading to the hangar. "I hate ECMs."

"Except when they're on our side, right?" I looked at SkyEye, smirking. He rolls his eyes and chuckles slightly.

All of us pilots got into our planes, and take off from the aircraft carrier. If these jammers will give us a hard time, then we will give them a hard pain.

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"Blockade"
7 November, 2004 1226hrs
NorthWest of Comberth Harbor

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Few hours have passed and we reach the AO. The sky is clear qnd we are ready to fight.

"Mobius One, SkyEye here," AWACS said. "You should be getting visual on the transports soon. Destroy the E767s hidden nearby to clear the jamming from our radar. Good luck!"

"So, Halo 1. What's our gameplay?" I asked.

"Let's take down fighters first then the transport planes. If possible, take down those jammers as soon as possible." He explained. I didn't need to hear more words as I hit the engine fast and spotted three F-16s. I began firing my first target with missiles, and both landed a hit. The other two broke off, began to chase the other one. As I have a lock on the plane, I didn't realize that bastard went near the jammers.

"Damn these jamming interruption." Frank grunted. "Can someone take care of it?"

"I have hands on the fighter right now." I replied as I used my guns to shoot at him. Few damage taken and the enemy pilot yaws upward, I follow in pursuit and keep firing my cannons. In just a matter of seconds, his wings completely damage and falls fast to the ground.

"Red Six is down!" an enemy shouted. "Who did that?!"

"Your Mom!" I yelled. I can hear Halo team laugh, and Jason's chuckles from the comms. I check my Hud for more planes, then I notice the fritz from the jamming disappear.

"Viper 1 shot down a jammer plane." SkyEye announced. I looked at Jason's plane flying above me while doing a barrel roll. Showoff.

At least we don't have to worry about the jamming.

"I found the transport plane!" Alex said, "Fox 3!" Where is he? I scan around the sky and saw an explosion not too far from us.

"Nice one, Alex!" I said as I took down another fighter. Alex laughs, all of us transfer to the next group of planes. A transport plane and four MIG-29s. The jammer isn't around here yet so now's our chance. We took 1 enemy plane each and chase them off. The plane I'm after right now decides to dive down and fly under me, too bad I manage to catch him up and fire a pair of missiles. And that plane explodes with the pilot inside.

"Mobius 1, shot down a fighter."

"Something's wrong," Frank said grimly. "I'm pulling out."

"What's the matter?" Alex asked, his worry slipping out in his undertone. "Are you all right?"

"My missiles can't fire anymore, its jammed-shit!" Frank flew past me at breakneck speed, a missile on his tail. Jason disengaged the fighter we were after and flew after his wingman. The enemy in front of me, thinking it had a chance to take down two of ours with no issue, turned to trail, all the while evading my missile lock. We played a long game of cat and mouse as I desperately but futilely attempted to lock onto him. Finally, once I have enough, I switched to guns and zeroed in on him. Few bullets needed to take the engine down.

I sent out short bursts of gunfire, not wanting to waste my ammunition by letting out a continuous stream. My dad thought me something. If the mission involved ground targets, you needed as much gun power as you could while you waited for your missile launcher to recharge, especially if you wanted to take out multiple targets in one run.

"C'mere you bastard..." I breathed, hyper-focused on the fighter. He drifted in front of my line of fire, and I discharged the bullets, finally destroying the plane.

"Thanks, Mobius!" Frank said, relief evident in his voice. "I owe you."

"Don't mention it." Meanwhile, I fly below his plane to check if he still have missiles, and yet he had. "Try to fire a missile again, Frank."

I waited for a quite while, but nothing happened. "It still won't work."

"Halo 1, escort your wingman to the edge of the combat zone to safety, then immediately return back." SkyEye ordered, "Viper 1, Mobius 1, continue engage the enemies."

"Roger."

"On it, dad." Alex said. I watched him and Frank for a few seconds, ensuring no bandits decided to follow them. Once satisfied, I circled around and searched the skies for my next target. Just in time, two fighters from before arrive.

"Ribbon to Viper 1, one plane for each of us, then transport plane next."

"Got it." Jason breaks off to fight the enemy pilot, I began to burst gunfire head on at the other Mig-29. The pilot made an Immelmman move and reach on my tail. I tried to wiggle away from him, but no to avail. I have no choice but to do something crazy. Once he got close, I hardly pull the stick as my plane made a tight vertical turn, grunting from immense amount of G-force I received. Once my plane aligns on top of the enemy, I fire two missiles and break off immediately before setting that plane on fire.

"Ribbon, you crazy bastard!" Alex yelled, arrived at the combat area. "You could've killed yourself from doing that shit!"

"But I'm still alive, right?" I said. Alex mumbles something I do not understand, nevertheless he flew past me and took down the second transport plane.

"Shit, did they actually get the transport? How many are- only one left?! Damn it! Get as many back to harbor as possible." An Erusean said, probably from the fighters, or the last transport plane. At least we know our mission went well.

"Last transport plane at the north." SkyEye said.

"Copy." We all head there, once reach the destination, we spotted the usual, but the fighters are MIR-2000. Easy- wait no, don't say that word during that mission! It's a curse!

"Alright!" Alex chirped, "Let's finish this mission and- ah shit, here we go again."

"What's the problem now?" Jason asked.

"The radar's still jammed," SkyEye confirmed. "There must be another active electronic jammer." Again? Seriously?!

"They won't give us a break, do they?!" Alex groans. "Chris, take care of that E-767 while us take down the planes."

"Time to swat that bastard, then." I roll my plane and fly up, once I saw the jamming waves from the Hud, I went though and saw the Jammer. I was about to fire missile when a burst of gunfire came at 3 o'clock. I disengage and break off from the enemy plane. Luckily, none of the bullets went though, only some cracks but it won't hold last long. I made a tight side turn and dive, break to the side, and so on. But that Erusean pilot manage to catch up with me, must be an Ace.

"Dammit! He won't break off." I grunted. Suddenly, someone rain fire at the enemy behind me, I turn around and saw the plane smoking and slight amount of fire, slowly falling.

"You're welcome." Frank said. I scan around the area and saw his plane flew beside me.

"Frank! I thought your plane's malfuntion!"

"My missile did, but my cannon isn't so I decided to help you from troubles."

I grinned, "Thanks, now to take that big bird out of existence." I hit full throttle and went though the jamming waves. Once spotted the Jammer, I align my plane and fire several missiles. Instantly, the plane explodes and broke into half like Titanic.

"All aircraft check radar," SkyEye instructed. "It should be clear and functioning now."

"Hell yeah! Way to go, Mobius 1!" Frank cheered, I just laughed. As I leveled out my plane, the last remaining transport could be seen in the distance. I sped after it and asked, "Hey Alex, you got the last fighter?"

"Yep! All of them are down!" He responded happily. I grimly smile, knowing that the transport plane is nearer than his. Alex must have realize what I'm planning to do. "Oh hell no! I won't let you-"

"Too late!" I hit the throttle and throw as much missiles as I can, and the last transport plane destroyed by me!

"Damn you, Ribbon!" I laughed so hard knowing I won this time.

"Good job!" SkyEye praised. "You shot down the enemy transport without any radar."

Jason clear his throat. "SkyEye, are you forgetting we took out the jammers?"

I snicker. "I thought you had to be observant to be an AWACS?"

"Shut up, Chris. Or I'll tell anyone about the shitstorm you did during Christmas party on our college days." SkyEye said, annoyed.

"Oh, C'mon."

"That's what I thought."

"How about the debriefing?" Alex suggested before the two of us could continue our argument.

"Good idea," SkyEye agreed. Clearing his throat, he began, "The mission was a success. This Erusian air corridor has been effectively shut down."

I waited patiently for him to say more, but all I heard was silence. "Is that it?"

"Yes."

"That was a very short debriefing."

"Not much to say other than what I did."

"I wish all debriefings were that short."

"To be honest, me too," SkyEye admitted.

"Glad we're on the same page." I looked at my radar to ensure no more enemies had appeared as we headed home.

"Let's get back home before enemies find us." I sighed. "I need a new plane."

"With your canopy almost shattered and that insane move you did back there, definitely." Alex said. We silently flew home and went to rest.

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<<Brother, you're alive! (o'▽'o)>>

<<Of course I am. I just took a whole day rest after the mission. Damn pain in the ass jammers out there.>>

<<Oooooh~ noice. How's James btw?>>

<<He's still alive. Just whacking us on our heads whenever we prank him.>>

<<LMAO XD>>

<< (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)>>

<<Anyways, I'm going to eat lunch now. I'll call you later.>>

<<Ok. Seeya, Chris. ~ヾ(・ω・)>>

I sighed and turn off the phone. I wish this war end early so I can spend a lot of time with my family. After tying my boots, I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." The door slightly opens and SkyEye's head popped out. "We have a meeting, 5 minutes."

"Another mission?"

"Actually, no." I looked at him, confused. "You'll find out once you arrived there. See ya." Then he closes the door. Why would Weaver call a meeting today. Wanting to find out, I head to the briefing room, seeing Halo team and Viper 1 here as well. I sit beside my friend, then soon our commander arrives.

"You all may wondering why I call you here." Weaver said. "From the past two months, after we destroy the Rigley Air Base, the government decided to renovate that entire air base. Starting tomorrow, all of us will station there."

All of us looked at each other, and them to him, shocked. Is that mean no more sea sick? No more puking out of nowhere, and no more struggling on carrier landing??

"And one more thing." He added, "After the top brass saw your overwhelming performance from previous missions, all of you will receive new planes."

Everything went silent... until a bust of joy heard inside and out of the room.

"Hell yeah!" Alex laughs.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Frank shouted in happiness. Finally, we get to have brand new planes! We were so blessed that I wanted to cry.

Weaver smiles and shook his head, "Take a well rest 'cause tomorrow we're leaving early. Dismissed." Until we reach the mess hall, our smiles never faded.

The next day, we've packed out stuffs and flew off to the Rigley Air Base.

We were amazed on how good looking our brand new base is compared to the ones we destroyed from the past. Thankfully, SkyEye is my roommate so I don't have to worry about Frank's snoring loudly at night. And about the planes, we all headed to the hangar to see our brand new planes.

"F-15Cs?! Now that is some good shit!" Alex grins, seeing the planes display in front of us. I've tried flying one of these before, and its an all good balance fighter plane. Dad used one of these before until the end of Belkan War. Maybe after these war, he tell his story from his past with my sister.

"But why there's only three planes?" Frank asked.

"Because Mobius 1 received a different one." Weaver replied. I became curious on what plane I have. We moved to the next hangar, once standing in front, a loud noise erupts as the gate opens. My eyes went wide on what I just saw. An Osea's 5th generation fighter plane made by Lockheed Martin, a slick stealth fighter plane.

The F-22 Raptor.

"Holy shit..." My eyes glimmers when seeing this glorious place that I've dying to wait to ride one of this. I slowly walk towards it, and stroke the nose with my hand.

"He's admiring every part of the plane." Frank mutters loudly so I can hear it, then the men laughs quietly.

"You better take care of it now, Ribbon. Because the plane is all yours." Weaver said.

"Oh, I'll definitely take care of it!" I grinned.

"Its official." SkyEye teases, "He found his girlfriend." All of us laugh. We decided to test it out and as my expectation, it flies smoothly and can perform advance maneuvers whenever I want. Now with new planes and new base, we can now beat the damn Eruseans, and hopefully end this war faster than before.