Omega 5 after the beginning of the Corsair- Hessian War.
Three Titans cut through the Omega 5 system, their destination Ronneburg station, which had been under siege for months.
Daniel Cortez was the wing leader with two rookies at either side. He had been present at many of the major battles of this war and a successful engagement which ended with the loss of several Hessian capital ships.
Today was supposed to be a routine patrol but it would be nothing near routine.
"Escorts report in" he spoke into the microphone
"Escort 1, all clear" A young woman responded
"Escort 2, ready" replied the second wingman
"Hold on, I'm picking up something on scanners"
It was 8 Hessian fighters. Daniel began to think quickly
"Damn, we'd better get out of here, head back for the jumphole!" These two rookies would be easy targets, and there would be no way he could fight off that many enemy ships...
The three Titans cruised away with the Hessian fighters close behind them.
"They are too close, if we slow down to enter the jumphole they'll shoot us down!" the young Alicia screamed
"Alright, then we enter at full speed" Daniel replied
"Thats Crazy..."
The three ships entered the jumphole at full speed. Daniel's fighter nearly came apart as it flew through the hole... something felt wrong...
Escort 2 exited the jumphole and found himself alone. Unsure of what to do he began to engage his cruise engines to flee, however it was pointless. The Hessian group was on top of him in seconds and he barely lasted much longer.
Daniel Cortez's fighter wing was now lost.
817 AS
A tired radio operator sat back in his chair, yawning as he casually scanned the comm channels. Suddenly he sat up and looked at his instruments. A distress call? yes but something strange was going on... The frequency being used was nearly 80 years old, nobody uses it anymore.
Regardless.. it was a corsair signal, one of their pilots needed help, so a rescue transport was sent.
When the transport located the source of the distress call, they found two antique fighters, both with unconscious pilots wearing uniforms from 80 years ago. What was this? some sort of trick?
They took no chances and put a full guard on the two pilots as they were treated and awaited the chance to interrogate them.
Iâll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because itâs flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
