Heartless
A Project Wingman Fanfiction
Written by ANORMAL_Leaf on IMGFlip
Based off of Project Wingman by RB-D2
Background:
Sometime in the mid 21st century, a mass scale geothermal event destroyed much of the world.
The resulting destruction caused the years to rewind back to “Zero”, and a new era began.
After Calamity
Presidia, Cascadia
Year: 426 A.C.
6 years before the Cascadian Independence War.
A Squadron of 5 F/A-18 Hornet’s soared over the Pacific Ocean. They were returning from a strike mission. To blow up a federation bunker due to corruption and illegal distribution of Cordium, a material that gave not only geothermal energy, but an alternative to the obsolete Uranium U235 in Nuclear bombs. Monarch looked out at the skyline and to his brother, Crimson. The two had fulfilled several contracts together, and learned the ropes of aerial combat. Monarch looked at the shiny, and heavily modified F-22 Raptor that Crimson flew. “You know, I’ve always wanted to learn to fly the Raptor.” “You're quite the lucky guy huh.” Monarch stated.
“Honestly, I would like to try out your F/A-18 sometime as well.” Crimson said. Monarch smiled, and the two siblings headed back to port. “Hey, Monarch, can I tell you something personal?” Crimson said. “Shure, you can always count on me to keep it a secret.” “There’s this deal that the Federation is making.” “They’re lending experimental jets to the best pilots in the world.” “I’ve made my spot as number 15 right now.” Crimson stated. “Good for you, but would that make you a traitor?” “Logically, yes.” Crimson replied. “They even said that once you sign up, you must engage any teammate you come across.” said Crimson. “I did see you signing a paper yesterday.” “Was that… It?” Monarch questioned. The second he realized his brother was a traitor, he pulled back on the stick, popping flares as he went.
“Too bad buddy, you and I are on opposite sides of the same coin.” “There can only be one.” Said Crimson, smirking under his oxygen mask. Monarch then did a risky 10G maneuver. He almost blacked out, but he survived. He got the nose on him and, black…
Two Weeks later, he woke up tired, dazed, and somehow felt empty. His body was lighter than before, and when he stood up, his vision did not get narrow. He tried to ask the doctor what happened, but he could only make simple vocal noises and grunts. So, he decided to use ASL to talk to him. “What happened to me?” He signed.
