Prologue: Ressurection
There was a rattle. Then a clink. Tap. Tap. Tap. An impatient foot. The scream of afterburners. The screaming of soldiers, the screaming of PJ. ” You idiot!“... The heat of the explosion made him instinctively swerve his F-15C, down... down. He was at 20,000 ft... Why was he at 10,000 ft...? “Hey, old friend.” Larry’s cold voice hissed onto the radio, as Cipher immediately jumped to attention. “You...” Cipher snarled. He didn’t know-how. Yet the F-15C served Cipher as it would a dog, it sped upward, the afterburners screaming. The Demon Lord’s rage was heating the sky. “You bastard- you!” Then...
He jumped up. “Fuck!” Cipher gasped as he pressed a hand to his torso. Easing his exasperated breathing. “Fucking hell.” Cipher groaned, looking over at an old television. He was in a warehouse, as usual, hiding from the world, his old F-15C stood tall in the back of the huge warehouse. The Bluewings soon fading of their color and was now a dull Blue-gray. “How long has it been you old bird...” Cipher sighed walking to the jet, feeling the dusty metal of the Eagle. “We’ve been through a lot you and I.” He said breathlessly, as he walked down the side of the Eagle, dust collecting on his palm. “Yet, you’re sitting here to rot.” He frowned. “Maybe... I should make a call.”
Cipher pulled over a ladder, and climbed up, sliding into the cockpit. Seeing himself in the mirror. His used-to-be short locks of hair were now long, making a black mullet of his hair, his cold, ice-blue eyes staring at himself. “...” He leaned back, starting the engine, flicking all the radars online, he smirked, seeing how some Osean fighter jets were in the air. “Let’s hope they don’t think I’m an enemy for now.” He flicked on his radio, going onto an open frequency. “... Hello. This is Galm 1 from the 6th Air division. It’s been 2 years. At least since the war’s ended. So if you’d like to find me. I’ll send off my coordinates.” After that, he sent them openly on his radar, and turned off the radio, leaning on the seat of the F-15C. “Well... Whaddya say we rest old girl, huh?” He smiled, and shut his eyes, finding it comfortable to be back in the pilot’s seat.
Cipher jumped in his seat hearing the rattle of the warehouse’s doors. “Wow. That’s a warm welcome.” He sighed seeing guns pointed warily at him, Cipher drummed his fingers on the side of the dashboard, opening the cockpit. Casually ignoring the guns pointed at his open body, as he sidled down the steps, walking toward the men with guns, his old jacket proudly wore the Galm emblem. “Stay where you are.” The lead man snapped as Cipher was quite visibly disappointed. “Whatever you say.” He moved into a relaxed position as they began to search him for weapons. “Ah, so you are from Ustio.” Cipher saw the Ustian emblem and smirked. ” Just don’t be too rough with me.” He rumbled as the man pat down his flank as he almost instinctively smacked him, his hand stopped right next to the man’s face, as the man froze. “Didn’t you hear what I said.” Everyone lowered their guns, as the soldier nodded taking steps back. “Apologies. Lt. Fritzscher." Cipher groaned. "Geez, call me Wayne for old time sakes." He smirked as Weeker slowly walked up toward him.
"How long has it been?" He questioned. "2 years, you heard on the radio didn't you...?" Cipher grinned, hugging the other soldier. "Well, mind if we get that old bird fixed? And you updated?" Cipher sighed. "Don't mind if I do."
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"Oi, Pixy." A voice clicked onto the radio, as Larry blinked. "Yeah?" Larry sighed, leaning back in his seat. "Guess who we found."Larry glanced at the radio, waiting. "The Demon Lord." Larry instantly jumped up his seat clattered to the floor. "What?" He choked. "Yeah, wanna hear him?" Weeker audibly moved the radio. "... Long-time no see." Larry's breath caught in his throat. Was it just him? Or did Cipher sound a bit rougher...? Larry almost thought it was attractive. " Still alive, Buddy." Larry grinned as he heard Ciphers audible groan. "Always gonna tease me with that phrase, huh Pixy?" Larry held back a shiver, what if he could make Cipher much more noises, than just a simple groan...? No, Foulke, Get it under control. "Forever, Cipher." Weeker was laughing as Cipher sighed. "Well, be expecting us, we'll be there in half an hour." Larry nodded. "Aright." He flicked the radio off, scowling at the growing tent in his pants. "God fucking damn it." He sighed, widening his stride to steal a shower and get rid of his 'problem'.
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"...Finally." Cipher sighed, stepping out of the jeep, and walking toward the barracks, Weeker letting him do as he pleased. He stepped into a room marked with a sign of 'Larry Foulke & ____' It looks like he was the only one with an open spot. "Damn." He growled. I still can' forgive him... Not for what he did to me. Not for what he did to PJ. He stepped into the room to be greeted with the sound of running water of a shower. "Huh." He saw Larry's pajama's lying on his sheets, and saw another bed, setting his bag down, he slowly began to remove his pants, and shirt, standing in his undergarments, he sighed, and pulled on some shorts, at least until Larry was done with his shower.
"Phew." He heard Larry's deep, baritone voice from the washroom, as he shuddered. Fuck! When did he sound like that? The door peeled open to reveal Larry, a towel around his waist, as he stepped out of the washroom with a smile, that soon turned into shock, and surprise. "Wayne...?" Larry said a bit too breathlessly, making Cipher adjust his sitting position. "Hey, Larry." Cipher smirked. "Is the shower free?" He murmured, standing up, yet Larry's eyes weren't on his. They were slowly gliding down his body, then returning to Cipher's ice blue eyes. "So.." Larry sighed. "Shower's free, go ahead." Cipher nodded. "Thanks." He moved to pass him then froze, seeing how tall Larry was. "You're... Tall as fuck." Cipher scowled. "Well, you still got a bit taller, you were what? 5'7 last time I saw? You must be 5'10 and a half by now." Larry grinned, and Cipher scowled. "Whatever you 6-foot bastard." Cipher scowled, grabbing some fresh clothes and marching past him and into the washroom, closing the door. Larry looked down and peeled away his tower, letting out a string of curse words. "Damn it..." He sighed.
