Recovery''s web
Date: 15/2/2025
Time: 14:30 pm
Location - Saint Aurelius Cathedral, Gospel.
AWACS STORMRULER
"Listen up, Blue Spider Squadron. I know you’re still reeling from Gospel City—we all are. But there’s no time to dwell on what we’ve lost. We need to focus on what’s ahead. Our next target is an enemy-held base in the Hallowed Grounds. Once a sacred site, now a warzone. Velkaria turned those ancient shrines and memorials into staging grounds for their offensive. We’re taking it back. This base isn’t just a foothold—it’s a lifeline. It holds the supplies we need to keep fighting. Weapons, fuel, intel—everything that will carry us to the next battle. If we don’t take it, we’re dead in the water. Expect resistance. Velkarian forces won’t give this place up without a fight. Their AA defenses are active, and their air support won’t be far behind. But we’ve been through worse. Blue Spider Squadron, you own the skies. Keep the heat off our ground forces while they move in. No heroics, no reckless moves—stay sharp, cover each other, and get the job done."
The runway vibrated beneath the roar of jet engines as the Su-37 Terminator taxied onto the tarmac, its sleek blue frame shimmering in the overcast sky. The air was thick with the scent of jet fuel. Meanwhile, Blue Spider 2 was already airborne, while Blue Spider 1 awaited authorization from the control tower.
<< Tower Control >>
<< “Blue Spider 1, you are cleared for takeoff. Be careful out there.” >>
The engines of the Su-37 roared to life, unleashing a surge of power that propelled the aircraft forward. As Alex sped down the runway, the world outside the cockpit blurred by. Over the radio, he could hear the voices of his fellow pilots, already engaged in combat. The aircraft climbed swiftly into the sky.
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Mission starts
Blue Spiders 1 & 2, are flying together, as the allied air forces follow them.
<< Blue Spider 2 >>
<< A-Alex, guess what our mother is alive she''s in one of the allied bases, I hope we can finish this and see her! >>
<< AWACS Stormruler >>
<< If you guys managed to take down this base, but for now. Blue Spider 1 engage! >>
<< Blue Spider 2 >>
<< Blue Spider 2, engage! >>
Blue Spider 1 flies to the enemy ground forces and drops a Fuel-Air Explosive Bomb, he goes straight to the enemy base. While encountering enemies'' ground forces.
<< Velkaria ground force >>
<< The enemy spotted! alert the base that we have company! >>
Blue Spider 1 shoots down the enemy choppers, and also evades the missiles from SAM ( Surface-to-air ), as he reaches the enemy base, Blue Spider 1 & 2 attack the base.
<< AWACS Stormruler >>
<< Blue Spider 1, destroy the enemy aircraft before letting them launch to air >>
<< Blue Spider 2 >>
<< Alright bro got you covered! >>
<< Velkaria Fighter >>
<< Shit, hurry up with the authorization! the enemy is coming! >>
Blue Spider 1 throws a FAEB bomb on the enemy aircraft located in the runaway, later The Allied air forces raid the base until the enemy reinforcement comes to support.
<< Blue Spider 2 >>
<< Great now the other buddies came, how about if we kick their asses brother? >>If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.
Blue Spider 1 flies in to shoot down the enemy reinforcements, while Blue Spider 2 supports him alongside the allied forces. It''s only a matter of time before the Blue Spider squadron takes down the enemy base and awaits the arrival of the allied helicopters to secure the area.
<< Warbat 1 >>
<< This is warbat to AWACS, we are about to land in the enemy base. >>
<< AWACS Stormuler >>
<< Understood, Blue Spider squadron patrol the base while our allied ground forces inform us >>
<< Blue Spider 2 >>
<< I hope our next mission won''t be this short, right big bro? >>
Mission Complete
The night air hums with the low growl of jet engines. Fires still smolder on the distant horizon—ghostly reminders of the battle just fought. The once-sacred land of Hallowed Grounds now belongs to Astoria, but victory feels hollow.
<< Cinder >>
<< "Alex, big bro. You are clear for landing. Winds at 10 knots, steady. Bring it home." >>
His aircraft descends smoothly, but signs of battle remain—scorch marks across the fuselage, an engine running roughly, and warning lights flickering on his console. Nevertheless, he maintains a steady approach. The landing gear locks into place. The airframe groans as he touches down, and the tires screech against the tarmac. Gradually, the aircraft comes to a stop, and Alex guides the plane to the new hangar. The canopy lifts, releasing steam from the overheated engines. Alex stays seated for a moment, staring straight ahead as the flight deck crew rushes in. The radio crackles, and without a word, Alex climbs down from the cockpit, his shadow stretching across the pavement beneath the base’s floodlights.
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AWACS Stormruler
"Alright, listen up. Mission accomplished—Hallowed Grounds is ours. We took losses, but we got the job done. Velkaria turned this place into a fortress, and we ripped it right out of their hands. That’s one more base they won’t be using against us. We’ve secured what we need to stay in the fight, but don’t get comfortable. This war is far from over. Velkaria won’t take this loss lightly, and they’ll be coming for payback. So rest up. Refit. Reload. Because when the call comes, I expect every damn one of you to be ready to fly."
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<h3 style="text-align: center">Military Refugee Camp – Nightfall
Dim floodlights cast long shadows over the camp, their flickering glow barely illuminating the weary faces of the displaced. Rows of military tents stretch into the darkness, filled with civilians stripped of their homes, their futures uncertain. Somewhere beyond the perimeter, the distant echoes of warplanes and artillery still linger—a cruel reminder that peace is not yet within reach.
Inside a modest tent, May Parker Swan sits on a worn cot, her hands tightly clasped together, knuckles white from tension. She has been waiting. Hoping. Dreading.
Then—
[Camp Officer]:
"Ma’am, we have an incoming transmission. It’s encrypted. Military frequency.”
Her breath catches. For a brief, terrifying second, she hesitates. There’s always a chance that what’s waiting on the other end isn’t her children’s voices but a cold, detached officer delivering news she cannot bear to hear.
She swallows hard, then nods. The officer hands her the radio. The screen flickers. A soft hum crackles through the speaker. And then—
[Blue Spider 2 – Cinder Parker]: “Mom? Can you hear me?”
[May Parker Swan]: (A sharp inhale, almost not believing her ears) “Cinder? Oh, my God… Cinder, is that really you?”
[Cinder Parker]: "Yeah, it’s me." (A pause. Then, quieter.) "Alex is here too. We made it."
May closes her eyes, a deep, shuddering breath escaping her lips. She grips the radio tighter, as if holding it closer could make their voices more real. Her heart, heavy with fear for so long, suddenly feels unbearably light—so much so that it aches
[May Parker Swan]: "You''re safe... You''re both safe..." (Her voice cracks, just a little.) "I thought—"*
[Cinder Parker]: (Softly, with unspoken understanding.) "I know, Mom. I know."
A long silence. The only sound is the distant hum of the refugee camp—the shuffle of boots outside, the muffled voices of displaced families, and the low roar of fighter jets somewhere in the distance. The world hasn’t stopped moving. The war hasn’t stopped raging. But for this moment, time itself seems to pause.
[May Parker Swan]: (Swallowing hard, regaining composure.) "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
[Cinder Parker]: (Forcing a chuckle, trying to sound strong.) "Just a little bruised pride. Nothing I can’t walk off."
[May Parker Swan]: (Softly.) "And Alex?"
[Cinder Parker]: (A pause. Then, quieter.) "He’s here."
[May Parker Swan]: "He is watching you, does he?"
[Cinder Parker]: (A small sigh.) "You know how he is."
May nods, despite knowing they can’t see her. Alex was always the quiet one. The careful one. The one who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and never asked for help.
[Cinder Parker]: (After a long pause.) "Mom... Gospel City is gone."
[May Parker Swan]: (Quietly, almost to herself.) "I know."
[Cinder Parker]: (Trying to change the subject, lighten the mood.) "AWACS told me you were here. Said you were with the refugees."
[May Parker Swan]: "Yes. The military brought us in after the evacuation." (A small, bitter laugh.) "I suppose I should be grateful, but it doesn’t feel like a rescue when you’re leaving everything behind."
[Cinder Parker]: (Softly.) "I know the feeling."
[May Parker Swan]: (Firmly, motherly.) "Cinder... promise me you’ll be careful. Both of you."
[Cinder Parker]: (A beat of hesitation, then a quiet chuckle.) "No promises, Mom. But we’ll try."
[Cinder Parker]: "I have to go. We’re prepping for the next mission."
[May Parker Swan]: (Gently.) "I know."
[Cinder Parker]: (Softer, like she doesn’t want to say it.) "I love you, Mom."
[May Parker Swan]: (Closing her eyes, whispering back.) "I love you too, sweetheart. Tell Alex I love him, too."
A quiet beep. The connection cuts. The silence is deafening.
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