13th of Capricornian. 36th NLC. Southern World Airspace. 07:40 of morning.

Its been three days since the Mobilization of the Elven People's Air Force. This is in part of launching series of Air Raids and Firebombing against Giant Cockroaches. The location from where they originally found was detected just yesterday. It was on a unnamed Island in the far Southwest of the Southern World. Far from the eyes and hands of the Alliance.

Command: All Aircraft in the Airspace be advise. General Meissner orders us to finish that island now. She need us to wrap it up. Over.

?: Copy that, Command. We'll fly our way, out.

A flock of Air Strike Group was taking in its Mission today. As said, Defense Minister Meissner wants to end it as soon as early. The group consisting of 4 Strategic Bombers, escorted by around 80 N-20's and 20 from the mixed CAFCAP's Air Contingents. As they flew closer towards the island, a group of 5 N-20's were flying faster ahead to "check the area" and was permitted. It didn't take long before the fight ensued.

?: Contact. Multiple Bogeys around. Split up and splash them out.

?: Roger. Guns away!!

And just like that, the N-20's start to attack. The rest of the Escort also break their formations to fight off the Giant Cockroaches, while the bombers are preparing to drop their payloads.

?: Dropping Payload. Stand clear, Comrades. Out.

A shrieking noise befalls to the island full of Giant Insects of all kinds. And even the newborn Larvaes aren't safe from this kind of attack. For this Mission. The payload were all Thermobaric. Just to ensure its success. The insects whom seeing it moved away as fast as possible, but most of them were unfortunate to get away from the bombs as it burns them to the death. The larvaes, whom much slower than the rest, burns horribly to their deaths. Others that can fly were bombed to their doomed end. And those who fly were also shot down by the Escort Planes. All in all, it was another massacre. Back in the Airspace, after taking out the remnants of the Cockroaches, another wave of Giant Flying Insects pops out in the Horizon. These were wasps. They were faster compare to the Cockroaches, but still isn't enough to outrun the N-20's piloted by the Elves and its weapons. Mercy is not an option here.

Giant Wasp POV

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Wasp Leader (Telepathy): Take out those strange flying things.

Wasp 1 (Telepathy): On it, boss.

The Bombers, seeing the damages they've done. Reported they're flying back to their bases. Leaving the rest of the fight to their Escorts. But the CAFCAP Fighters and Interceptors decide to stay with the Bombers until safety just in case. And they were correct as a small group of Wasps tries to chase the Bombers. But like their fellows, the latter dies horribly by both Bombers guns and their CAFCAP Escorts.

Eastern Anmiusian Airspace. 30 Minutes later.

The Bombers managed to reach the Airbase. But the Command suddenly orders the CAFCAP Air Units to "return to the field" and the latter comply, albeit needing to refuel and rearm first.

Command: Got it. But as soon as its done fly fast as possible. Your Elven Comrades can't take the full risk of this.

Fairy Pilot: Copy that.

After refueling and rearming, the group fly back as fast as possible. Fortunately, supply ships and Carriers were sitting the Seas of the Southern World. The group later back to the field to aid their Elven Comrades.

Elven Pilot: Its good to see you, Comrades.

Fairy Pilot: Sorry we're late. Let's get hunting shall we.

03:00 of afternoon.

After a lot of retreat, resupplying and repeat. The Mission was reported success with no losses. For that the Command Congratulates the Elven Air Division and their CAFCAP Comrades. They were ordered to fly back home. This news later reached to Defense Minister Meissner.

Central Military District. Springheart 03:30 of Afternoon

Gretel: Good Job, Everyone. The threat is now neutralized. Y'all Pilots deserved the reward. Although don't tell anyone about this.

Elven Pilots: Understood, Comrade General *salutes*

Gretel: As for you, Busse. For your excellence in carrying out the QRA (Quick Respond Action) you will be awarded the title "Hero of the People's Republic of Elflandia" and 50,000 Elven Gold for also excellent demonstration of our New Service Aircraft.

Elven Pilots: *Indistinct Cheering Noises*

Inge: Thank you, Comrade General.

Inge never expect this to happen, but was happy anyways. To get the title "Hero of the People's Republic of Elflandia" is Every Elves' dream. As this was touted as the Highest Honor they could ever get. And she herself just got one. The other Pilots congratulate Inge for the achievement. Although Inge also know she have to not let her Family know the exact reason of getting the said title. After that, the Elven Pilots were to go home. While Gretel heads back to the Presidential Palace to return to her work.

Busse Residence. Oaken Hills. Eastern Elflandia. 07:00 of Evening.

Upon Inge's arrival, she was greeted by her pet cat, and her Father.

?: Oh. Nice award you got there, Inge. Welcome home.

Inge: I'm back, Dad.

?: How did you get that title?

Inge: Uh. I just join the Flyby using the newest Plane. Then ordered to do some trial at the um... Southern District through a short wargame.

?: Ah. I see.... wait what?

Inge: Yes. We have new Planes, Dad.

?: Eh... That's awesome. I bet you've impress your Commanders and award you the title.

Inge: Yeah. To be honest I was surprised though but happy anyways.

?: That's my heroic girl *happy crying noises*

Inge: *embarrassed chuckled*

?: And oh. Dinner's ready. Enjoy.

Inge: Thanks Dad.

?: Come here, Chips. Let's have some fun at the yard.

Chips: *Low cat noise*

As Inge's Father with their pet cat Chips were about to head to backyard, possibly to do some tricks 101, she herself went to eat her dinner. The People's Republic of Elflandia can now breath deeply knowing the Threat of Giant insects won't be a problem anymore. And it'll stay for a while, despite placing its Entire Air Force in highest alert, as overconfidence and complacency were never in an Elf's vocabulary.

To be continued.