Prologue: The War Begins

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Fort Grays Island, East of Usea.
May 15th, 2019.
1545hrs.

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The idea of an attack hadn't seemed possible earlier in the day. It was late spring, the sun was out for most of the day, and the weather was pretty much perfect. It was a slow day on the ground, even slower for the pilots considering they were left to entertain themselves with what few things they had. A few members of the esteemed Golem Squadron held a few measly rounds of poker along with two members of Gargoyle Squadron, mechanics checked out the planes and cleaned them up a bit, and everything was basically a normal Wednesday aside from the soldiers having nothing to do.

Watching the poker game from a short distance away, not caring too much to get involved with all the roughhousing that came with, the rookie pilot Lieutenant Naomi Foulke was taking note of the rules of the game and working to memorize them. Should she ever decide to play, she wanted to know how it all worked. The game paused for some banter and some light shoving on part of Golem 3 and Gargoyle 4, and she debated joining in to tease the two but only chuckled slightly.

Brownie, her roommate and the only other woman on base, did not look as amused by the interruption. "At this rate, we might finish the game by Christmas," Brownie stated dryly, holding her cards close to her to hide them from her wingman as he was nearly knocked into her after a playful shove. Brownie was Golem Squadron's number two, pretty close to her flight lead as well. Both of them possessed calm determination and a professional demeanor.

"Aww, c'mon, Brownie," Boggard (Golem 3) said as he finally quit laughing and put his head back into the game. Sort of. "Lighten up a little. Trigger's having more fun than you are and she isn't even in the game!"

Naomi smirked as her more familiar moniker was called, and she tilted her head forward slightly so it was no longer resting on the edge of the half open hangar door. She was known around the base — just like her comrades — by her call sign. The nickname was earned by the fact that she had a somewhat short temper and was an excellent shot — she wasn't afraid to pull the trigger, either. She knew when she had to, as well.

Her father had been a pilot in the Belkan War just a few years before she was born, and when she was ten he taught her how to defend herself and that included how to use a gun. She owed what little respect and reputation she had managed to earn for herself to him and all the hours of training she originally thought would serve no purpose in her life. It was no surprise that she joined the Air Defense Force, honestly.

"Brownie has a point, though." Naomi cocked her head to one side, pushing herself away from the hangar door and sitting on the only empty makeshift chair they had left. "You guys are taking forever to finish this game. You started it almost three hours ago, so I'm pretty sure it wasn't long after lunch." Boggard waved a hand at her dismissively as she leaned forward to get a closer look at the game.

Several minutes passed and it seemed to Naomi that they were close to finishing when the game was interrupted yet again, this time not by a scuffle or because someone was being called on their bluff and didn't like it, but because Golem's leader — Knocker or Captain Turner, depending on the day — was making his way towards them, his expression blank. Once he reached them, the questions among the group about what he was doing there ceased. "Sorry to interrupt the fun, but we've got to get to a briefing. Something's come up."

Upon arriving in the briefing room, Naomi was promptly greeted by darkness and confused chattering. The room's windows had been closed, blinds drawn, and the base commander and briefer were already standing by a display screen. A few empty seats remained, and some of the other pilots were standing towards the back of the room. With everyone talking over one another, it made the room seem mildly chaotic.

Naomi remained standing with most of the others while the rest of the seats were quickly filled. Was every single pilot on base there? Looking around, nobody seemed to be that concerned by the briefing. They didn't seem to care about how their free time was interrupted, either. Could she really blame them? It didn't seem urgent, but when the briefer finally stepped forward, his expression was grave.

"Is everyone here?" He scanned the room as if he was doing a mental head count. "Settle down," he ordered at last, and began to look down at the papers he had in his hand while the briefing screen lit up to show a map and fixed on the continent of Usea. The talking died down some, but not completely. "I said settle down!" the briefer repeated his order again, this time sternly enough to get everyone to fall silent. Once he was satisfied no one was making any noise, he went on, "You have all been instrumental in helping to maintain peace in Usea as members of the International Union Peacekeeping Force. Until today."

The map narrowed on the southern part of the continent, not that far from Fort Grays Island. "Earlier, our radar site informed us that a group of unidentified aircraft was approaching. Communications systems went down immediately after." Sure enough, the screen showed the dot where the radar site was, the unidentified craft approaching, and then a flash of red at the time communications went down. "We are led to conclude that they have attacked the site."

The briefer paused as if to let it all sink in. The map still showed red over the radar site, along with an image captured of the aircraft. The briefing went on. "Here's your mission," he said to them. "It's possible that the Usean ceasefire agreement has been broken for the first time in over a decade. As of today, the Fort Grays Air Base Squadron of the IUPF has been put on high alert. All members who have been ordered to sortie, fly there immediately. Find the unidentified craft, then use your weapons to round them up and force them to land. If the hostiles counterattack, then you will —"

A muffled boom cut him off as the room shook slightly. Everyone looked up and around and the tension in the room became increasingly thick. "What the hell was that?!" the briefer demanded, trying to keep his voice level, but it faltered on the last word.

"There's smoke!" Someone had poked his head outside the door and into the hallway. Suddenly, Naomi became aware of a burnt smell in the air and a rush of heat from.

Two soldiers pushed their way into the room slightly, out from the hallway. "We're under attack!" one of them shouted, his eyes wide with terror. "Numerous unidentified craft confirmed overhead!"

"What? How is that possible?!" Everyone had risen to their feet, frantic for a dismissal or an order. Right now, they only new something was wrong and they weren't doing anything about it. Naomi looked over at the briefer, who was still standing beside the screen, looking as nervous as everyone else, now.

"The tank farm to the north has been bombed!" the first soldier informed them.

"Many injured!" the second one added, and just like that, the pair took their leave to get to work on getting a handle on the situation.

The briefer began to shut everything down. "Scramble! All units, take off and eliminate the unidentified craft attacking the base!" There was a moment of hesitation, as if in the confusion they weren't entirely sure if it was real or not. Picking up on their hesitance, the briefer reassured them and also stated firmly, "This is not a drill!"

And just like that, everyone was off. At first, Naomi thought things would get better once they were outside and not crammed together inside, but outside it just got worse. Far worse than it was inside. The air raid siren was wailing out, acting as some sort of fear inducing motivator. Naomi felt the hair stand up on the back of her neck as she listened to the eery cry. Not too far away, smoke billowed and fire was crackling as crews worked to put them out. The effects of the bombs, no doubt.

Another explosion shook the area, however, unlike the first, the bomb it came from let out a deafening scream before it slammed into its intended target and shook the ground. The rumbling that filled the air after resembled thunder and drowned out most of the sounds in the area. Naomi, alongside the others, sprinted to the hangars where their planes were already being prepped for flight.

Golem Squadron went up first, being the largest. Their engines roared as they hurriedly took to the sky, and Naomi watched them before ducking into the hangar. All sounds from outside faded into the background and only the echoing footsteps and urgent voices filled her ears. "Trigger!" She jumped as her name was called, turning towards the source. It was Mage 1 — Clown as everyone called him — standing next to a pair of F-16s. Naomi jogged over to him and once she reached him he told her, "You're flyin' with me again, kiddo. Now hurry up and get goin'!"

He offered a somewhat reassuring smile. Out of all of the people she'd flown under, he remained her favorite. Clown was a suitable name for him — he was funny, naturally easygoing. All around, a nice guy. He was incredibly understanding and not to mention an excellent role model for pilots. It was amazing to watch him fly, even more so when he would try and teach maneuvers. Naomi still couldn't keep up with him, which was…pleasantly frustrating.

"Mage Squadron, aircraft preparations complete," a voice told the two of them over the radio once they had climbed into their planes and started them up. "Stand by at the front." The hangar doors buzzed open and their cockpits closed. Naomi saw Clown give her a thumbs up as he taxied onto the runway. He took off first, and before long, it was her turn.

Three other planes were waiting for the signal to go, and Naomi was given permission to move forward and take off. She had already performed the necessary checks, just to make sure everything was in working condition. A force of habit that came along with her tendency to be overly thorough, especially when it came to her planes. Mechanics around base acted offended that she insisted upon double checking everything, so she usually just let it be and ignored it until she could handle it herself.

The chatter on the radio and the whirring of her plane's engines and her own blood pumping in her ears were the only sounds she could hear. Everything else disappeared, and before long, it would just be her and the sky.

"Radar site still silent," someone informed them, speaking to no one in particular.

Someone else piped in. "Scramble! Get those birds in the sky! We're sitting ducks!"

Another, slightly more gruff and confused voice asked, "What's happening?" She wondered who would ask something with such an obvious answer. They were getting bombed, what else did you need to know?

"Bombers incoming! Don't know how many!"

Naomi tried to ignore it as she maneuvered the plane along the runway. It was a responsive plane, a personal favorite. On the tail was the Osean flag, and below a few letters and numbers, just above where it said OADF on it, was her own personal 'emblem'. It was a dog, yellow and white in color, holding a revolver in its mouth. She'd painted it on there herself and she'd gotten no complaints yet.

"Let's clear that runway. We don't got all day."

At least the guy giving most of the orders was calm. He didn't panic or anything, and an odd sense of comfort seemed to wash over Naomi. "Mage Squadron, head to runway. Golem Squadron takeoff. Linked to Sky Keeper. Hurry, Mage Squadron." Naomi squinted against the sunlight and watched the last of Golem Squadron takeoff. She was next. "Trigger, your callsign is Mage 2. Verify and read back."

"This is Trigger, callsign Mage 2. Roger that, control tower," she radioed back, trying to keep her voice calm and confident. Her breath was shaky and uneven, though.

A second or two passed and the control tower then said, "Mage 2, cleared for takeoff. Situation is tight." As she increased the throttle to drive the plane forward and pulled back on the side stick to pull it up into its climb, the tower decided to try and sound positive. "It's a hell of a welcoming party, but we have faith in you. Good luck."

"Control!" Knocker's voice suddenly snapped over the radio. "Do me a favor and get that bird in the air ASAP!"

"Hear that?" Control asked, and Naomi scoffed to herself. Hard not to, she thought. "Golem squadron and your wingman are airborne. Take off and form up with Mage 1." Naomi followed instructions, lifting into the air just as she was ordered, flying straight and towards where Clown was waiting. "Mage 2, altitude restriction is lifted. Good luck!"

The others were surprisingly far ahead, so she kept on the afterburners until she reached them. Below, the blue ocean seemed so peaceful, if not for some smoke rising out from a damaged ship in the distance. "The carrier…" Brownie murmured. "Whoah! Looks like the harbor's taken a lot of damage." Indeed, the bombing had — as expected — done a lot of damage to the area.

"Can't have anymore casualties." Knocker said cooly. "Time to stop the bullshit." Finally, Clown and Golem squadron came into view, and her radar was already aware of an enemy drawing closer. "Mage 2, form up with Mage 1!" Knocker ordered harshly, as if she had no intentions of following the ever repeated order. She didn't like them treating her as if she didn't know what she was doing, but she understood why. It would take a while before they trusted her on her own, and since this was her first real battle situation, it was more than expected. "All aircraft, let's do this. Golem Squadron, it's go time!"

"Roger that." Brownie replied promptly. The other members of the squadron replied back, acknowledging the command given to them just as Brownie had done.

A new voice came over the radio, "This is the AWACS Sky Keeper. Take down all unidentified bombers. They don't have many escorts." Naomi was already closing in on the nearest target as he continued talking, advising them caution with their enemies. "They hit our radars hard in the last attack. Expect the worse, and stay sharp."

"Wilco." Knocker said.

Naomi continued to fly towards the target, Mage 1 not too far away from her, but definitely not in front of her. "Trigger! I'm your wingman!" Clown said to her, as if she needed to be told. Mild annoyance began to creep up. "You're flying with me now. That's what it means to be in an element. You gotta look out for enemy bombers." Although the explanation was a little unnecessary, she appreciated the fact he took the time to teach her. Naomi attempted to keep the agitation under wraps and focus on the mission.

A faint beeping sound rang out. Finally, she was close enough for a missile lock. Naomi grinned to herself, some sort of airy, fluttering feeling in her stomach. She pressed the button and let them go, veering away just as they made contact with their intended target and the bomber exploded in midair. "I got it! That's one for me!" Naomi couldn't help but cheer.

"Enemy bomber confirmed down. Good job, Mage 2!" Sky Keeper praised.

"Not bad, Mage 2," Clown said to her. She did a half roll of victory. Straightening herself out again and flying towards where Golem Squadron was clustered, she became oddly aware that nothing else was showing up. That wasn't the last of them, she knew that. Naomi began a nearly frantic search, but it didn't seem like anyone else knew better. Clown ordered her, "Trigger, switch your radar. See if you can locate the enemy."

She did as she was told. Her range was expanded and at last she located the enemies. They were part of the bombers' fighter escort, a group of MiG-21s. "They're way overhead," Clown pointed out. Naomi could just picture a crooked smile on his face as he drawled, "Let's go introduce ourselves…" The planes, previously flying in a loose formation, suddenly broke apart. "Watch out for the support aircraft!" Clown warned.

Brownie and Knocker both worked together with one of the support planes that had drifted farthest from the others. Naomi switched to her special weapon and got a safe distance away while still able to get a lock. Once she had it, she fired once more and one plane disappeared in a fireball, while the other had managed to evade. "Enemy support eliminated. This should make the job easier," Sky Keeper commented. "Destroy the target." She got a lock on the other, switching back to her missiles and taking the final one out. "Target confirmed down. Looking good, Mage 2."

"Thanks," she replied, a little out of breath. Relief and adrenaline were such an unusual combination, she was a little uncertain what she should say. She turned her plane, looking to her radar for her next target. At last, they came into view and she maneuvered towards them, growing more confident the longer she was in the air. She hardly had time to feel scared.

"Mage 2, target's in range. Pair of bombers," Sky Keeper informed her.

"Uhh…" She looked around for Golem Squadron and Clown. They were trailing behind, much farther than she'd have liked. More than two bombers had suddenly popped up on radar. Naomi slowed the plane, letting off of the afterburners, all the fear she had ignored and thought had gone away crept up in her throat. "I'm…I'm not sure about this…Mage 1? Clown? Clown are you there?"

"Trigger, stay calm," Clown soothed, a slight edge to his voice. "You've got this." Taking a breath, she went back to the throttle, easing up on it, and flew at a faster pace again, towards the bombers as she waited to get a lock. Once she got it, she fired and the first bomber went down. "Excellent job, Trigger!" Clown praised. "You'll be a pro in no time."

"I know the kid's shown some promise, but let's remember, she's still barely gotten her feet wet," Knocker pointed out dryly as Naomi flew up and pitched down, twisting the plane somewhat at an odd angle to get behind the bombers for a better position. The squadron leader said nothing more, as if he was letting her unorthodox, inexperienced example of flight do the talking and prove his point.

Naomi was about to challenge him, asking him how many enemies he'd shot down since the mission started, but Clown spoke before she could, sounding relaxed and as if he hadn't heard anything Knocker had said. "Trigger, don't forget your special weapon."

"Yes sir…I was just about to switch to make it easier to take out these bastards..." Naomi replied, switching over shortly after Clown had reminded her of it. She had already used it to shoot down one of the escorts, but she still had a few left to use. She got behind it and the rapid beeping blasted in her ear to inform her of the lock, which Sky Keeper confirmed. She fired it and all four missiles found their designated targets. In the blink of an eye, they vanished from the air and began a fast decent to the ocean.

"That's it! It's great when it's simple," Clown chirped. Was he at all fazed by the attack and current battle?

"Enemy bomber down!" Sky Keeper was starting to sound more and more cheerful as the mission progressed. "Nice going, Mage 2."

Naomi grinned glancing back towards where her comrades had finished off another few bombers that she'd missed. "Not too shabby, Mage 2. But you've still got a long way to go, kid. I'll give you some pointers back at base, if you can make it in one piece." Knocker didn't sound too impressed, but that was the highest praise she could get from him, so she'd take it without a complaint. Personally, she was a little proud of herself for how she'd handled things thus far.

"Sky Keeper, this is Mage 1, over. Tally two bandits." Clown said as he and Naomi climbed to a higher altitude, where two planes were within visual range.

"Copy that," replied Sky Keeper. "It's a bomber and an escort."

"Well, what're we waiting for? Let's go get the sons of bitches!" Naomi called out, perhaps a little too excited to get in a 'fight' again. There wasn't much the bomber could do, though.

She pitched the plane down and went full throttle towards the two planes. "Whoah there, Trigger, settle down!" Clown said, his tone urgent and concerned, perhaps a little unsettled. He wasn't heading towards the two planes. Naomi was confused by his hesitance, but she was stuck with him. Not for long. If he wasn't going to take care of them, then she was. They couldn't just let them get away.

"Mage 2!" Knocker snapped over the radio as she broke formation and split towards the planes. "Maintain your element with Mage 1! Do not break off!" She eased back on the throttle to allow for Clown to catch up as he finally decided to take action. As they approached the two planes, Knocker said to Clown, "Mage 1, make sure she doesn't do anything stupid!"

"Wilco."

"I've almost got a lock…aaaand…" Naomi began to think aloud, mostly to herself than to anyone else. Beep, beep, beep! "Mage 2, Fox 2!" Another bomber went down, its debris cascading to the ground or ocean, wherever it might land. Golem Squadron formed up alongside Mage as the bomber crashed down, Knocker ordered Brownie to stay in formation and watch his six as he took down the escort. Naomi was still grinning wildly, "Alright, we're almost done, right?"

Sky Keeper ruined the moment almost instantly. "Golem, Mage. Two new enemy groups."

Yet another brand new voice joined in on the radio chatter and everyone stopped talking to listen properly. "This is HQ," the voice explained. "Attention, all combat groups. Are there any drones? Verify."

Naomi held back a surprised snort of disbelief. When did drones become an issue? Knocker bitterly responded, "Drones? Are you kidding me right now? Jesus! This is the kinda shit that really chaps my ass!" He and the rest of Golem turned to face the newly approaching enemy, and Clown and Naomi followed suit.

Clown sighed out of frustration, "UAVs? I can't tell them apart…"

The squadrons both closed in on the enemy. Another switch to special weapons for Naomi. Locked on. Fired. One got away. "Damn, these guys are pretty good," she cursed herself for missing, quickly turning to pursue the escaping craft. She switched back to regular missiles and got a lock on them once again, firing without missing a heartbeat. The plane was not as lucky that time and the missile struck it and sent it down with its comrades.

As Naomi checked her radar and then turned towards another enemy bomber, she glanced to her left and saw Brownie and Boggard chasing down another escort. They had it handled, so she moved in to take out the bomber. Sky Keeper informed her that she was almost out of special weapons, so she continued using normal missiles. The bomber went down, unable to evade like the escorts were.

"Mage 2's bandit confirmed down." Brownie said.

"They can burn with their whole payload." Footpad snarled.

"Hesitating for a split second could be the difference between life and death," Knocker reminded them all. "Stay sharp, think fast."

Naomi smirked, looking around for the rest of the enemies and ultimately her next target. "With all do respect, you don't need to tell me that, sir," she told him, as cheerful as could be. "I've already figured it out for myself. Pretty easy to learn, if you ask me." The rest of the bombers and their escorts came into view, still attempting their attack in spite of having Golem Squadron glued to their tail, firing a little haphazardly.

"Don't get too cocky, Trigger," Clown advised her, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You've still got a ways to go." His plane shot passed her, taking out the bomber she had in her sights before she could react. Naomi abruptly turned to dodge the explosion. Clown chuckled, "Like I said. Be sure to focus. That target coulda just as easily been you!"

HQ suddenly shouted at the two squadrons and possibly to the personnel on the ground, "Don't let them destroy the harbor!" Hadn't they kept the bombers from reaching that far? Most of them, anyways. Naomi used the gun to take out one that she got close to, then drifted up and around it. "Where the hell are our fighters?! The harbor's under heavy fire!"

"I thought by cutting them off here, we kept them from reaching the base. That was how it was supposed to work, right?" Naomi asked, then went silent and pushed the base out of her mind as she rolled to keep an enemy escort within range. She hit him with the gun, then fired a missile to finish him off. Straightening back out, she flew towards Golem Squadron, where Clown was already engaged with one of the other escorts. She then realized how close they were to the base, which had previously been covered by the clouds. That's what radar is for.

Switching over to her special weapons, she figured she'd go ahead and use the last of them. Once four planes came within range, she fired and down they went. Three bombers and an escort. Now that those were gone, she had to rely on the rest of her missiles and her gun, which in spite of her nickname, she was still figuring out how to use with skill. Accurate enough to hit the target? Yes. Confident enough to get that close to a plane moving just as fast as she was and that was more maneuverable and likely to hit her? No.

It was a pathetic hangup, she knew that just as much as the next person, but she trusted guided missiles more than she did her own aim and shaking finger. Not to mention she had to fire and control the plane with the same hand. Not an easy feat, but she'd learn soon enough. That was always how she thought of it. Everyone starts somewhere, right?

The bomber was hit by one missile, so she went ahead and managed to finish it off with the gun. Naomi quickly moved to the next bomber and locked on, fired, and it was down. "One remaining!" Sky Keeper shouted and she veered towards the final escort and took it down, then moving in on the last bomber.

"Mage 2, keep your focus. You got this." Knocker said to her as he and the others hung back to let her handle it. Clown flew close by in case she needed help, but how hard could one bomber be? She flew in close and fired.

"Missile launched!" Sky Keeper announced. As Naomi flew past the bomber, it burst into nothing but a ball of fire and smoke and some fragments. The base was safe, now. Proudly, Sky Keeper said, "To Golem and Mage. Job well done. All bombers are down. Our radar shows no signs of bandits. You're in the clear."

Naomi formed up with Clown. "Good going, Mage 2!" Clown praised her. He was pretty good about 'positive reinforcement', especially for some tough old pilot in the military. Naomi wasn't complaining about it, though. "Flight commander, looks like she's got what it takes!"

"Let's slow down," Knocker said, his annoyance not hard to pick up on. "It's just one sortie. Don't try to be a hero. I want you to make it back in one piece, you hear?"

"Yeah, I gotta side with the bossman on this," Brownie added.

"Alright, whatever you two say," Naomi replied, not at all hurt by their lack of praise. They were concerned it was going to go to her head and she'd endanger herself and the rest of them — hell, she'd be worried if they weren't concerned about that. Even she was worried that she'd get too eager, already having done it that day. But it had benefited the mission, so what was the problem there?

"Golem Squadron, this is HQ. Did you confirm any drones?" HQ sounded much calmer now, his voice sounding a little weak, as if he was tired.

Knocker asked the question Naomi and likely everyone else was thinking. "What's the deal with all the drones?"

No response at first, then HQ came on again, harsher and only addressing one member of the squadron, "Golem 1, return to base and report for debriefing." Was Knocker in trouble for asking a simple question? Without a word, Knocker led the way back to base for landing.

The rest of them got their own debriefing while Knocker went off to speak with the base commander. According to the briefer, one of their aircraft carriers, the Albatross, had been sunk. The attackers had been Erusean, and IUN-PKF bases all over the continent had been targeted in the same manner as their base had been. The briefer explained to them that their actions may have improved the chances of winning the war that had been started that day. "You have our thanks," he said, and with that, they were dismissed.

Everyone started towards the mess hall for dinner, taking in the damage done to the building. Several lights were flickering and buzzing obnoxiously as they were repaired, and some walls had been charred by fire or partially blown up. The mess hall was still standing, though, the lights dimmed slightly to conserve their power until they got everything in working order again.

"You were amazing, Trigger," Footpad complimented her as they all took their trays of soggy mashed potatoes and dried out meat to the nearest open table. It wasn't a gourmet meal, but it was actually one of the better days. Surprisingly, Naomi had eaten worse quality meals than this back in Osea. "Man, you barely hesitated! I had a hard time keeping up with you. Any idea how many you shot down?"

"No, I didn't keep track of it," Naomi admitted, feeling overwhelmed by all the gushing everyone was doing. "Sorry, Footpad. I didn't think I was supposed to. I mean, do you really think it should turn into a competition?"

"Yes." Footpad and Boggard both answered at the same time. Then Boggard pointed out, "It's more fun that way. Besides, when did you ever turn down a competition, Trigger?"

Naomi crossed her arms. "Alright then. Next sortie, you're on, boys!" Brownie, who'd been fairly quiet the whole time, rolled her eyes at this. Naomi didn't seem concerned by the idea of another mission at the time. After all, if the Eruseans fought how they had today, it would all be a piece of cake for everyone, right?

Author's Note: My first Ace Combat fan fiction is officially a go. I hadn't intended to do a novelization until I actually played it, but I made the mistake of watching the playthroughs of the game done by someone on YouTube and I decided to do my own adaptation of it. Yes, Trigger is a girl. Because I can and I figured I'd make a little change to the original storyline. For once, I've actually got everything planned out from start to finish. Huh. Imagine that. Then again, I actually have a base to go off of.

Here's a little character sheet for Naomi/Trigger just so everyone knows 'who' she is. Kind of.

Name: Naomi Foulke
Age: 21 (as of December 2018)
Sex: Female
Height: 5''7
Weight: 124 lbs
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Brown

And that's how it would look/read on her OADF file, using a similar format as the OADF character 'files' from AC5. So anyways, here's the prologue to Three Strikes. Please read and review, constructive criticism is welcome, just please be polite.

Thanks for reading, and I hope ya'll enjoy this chaotic journey I've started!