Ace Combat: Broken Line (IC/Open)

by **Armellenia** » Tue Apr 19, 2016 9:46 pm

Lieutenant Wulf "Serpent" Hetzenauer
Flight Two, 13th Mercenary Air Squadron Morena

Wulf had finally gotten in the air, but not without a yelling match between him and his crew chief about the missing upgrades. He swallowed the sordid pill that air-to-air combat was going to have to be his modus operandi this time, and took off with a Colt Mk. 2 gunpod, six Sidewinders and of course his 30mm cannons.

Racing over the Northern area of the AO, his aircraft was much more "cleaner" than usual, and finally seemed to realize it's mostly supersonic potential. He attempted to join the rest of Morena, but was locked by a hostile source.

I never seem to be the one who swings first, Wulf observed as he dumped chaff and then broke to the east to avoid the lock. A MiG-21 appeared on the horizon, firing one of its Atoll missiles at the A-4. The missile trashed halfway to Wulf's Skyhawk, and the MiG-21 pilot closed in, seemingly frustrated by his failure.

Using his slower speed to his advantage, Wulf dove once more and then angled his craft towards the underside of the MiG, which had little time to react, flying at a much higher speed than Wulf. The Fishbed's underside crumpled under Wulf's cannon fire, and the MiG soon began to belch black smoke. The pilot ejected, signifying the end of the engagement.

<<This is Serpent, splash one.>>

Before he could plan another course of action and rejoin his squadron, though, the lock alarm blared once again.

by **Relikai** » Tue Apr 19, 2016 11:23 pm

Nurse Mayu
Ansan General Hospital, Downtown

Mayu nodded slowly, helped to her feet by another nurse. Her nursing coat was cut up and left on the floor, quickly scooped up and disposed by another nurse. Yoshima then prepped Dan on his feet, before leading the way as the group of five headed down. Avoiding the elevators, Yoshima and a nurse helped to bring Dan down the entirety of seven floors, while Mayu was helped by the other nurse. An ambulance was ready, together with another two where foreigners were being loaded on.

"Get in quickly." Yoshima said as the driver pulled open the doors, laying Dan on the surface of the vehicle while Mayu was propped against the wall. "I'll see you two soon, I hope. Send my regards to Morena." And the door was slammed shut.

Seeing the ambulance drive off, Yoshima could only sigh as he headed back to the surgical wards. There goes his best nurse, but hopefully she would be able to serve Seian more than the entire hospital.

Second Lieutenants Shimazaki Haruna 'Shinden', Kanzaki Yuria 'Reppu'
Battle of Ansan

Null: << These are the planes who attacked Koga. >>

"Enemy contacts... More than twenty." Reppu reported. Deep inside, she felt anger, a raging fire within her against the planes which destroyed her home. "Shinden, we cannot linger for much more. Our pod's empty."

"Got it, just one more pass..."

The Tornardo, wings fully extended, swept towards the north one last time, as Shinden prepared to head for a lower altitude. Suddenly, missile alert warnings blared as an R-77 locked on to the Tornado, with Shinden sending the plane on full afterburners and diving towards the ground. As they turned back towards Downtown Ansan, a bomber slammed into a large building, a familiar building.

"The theatre!" Shinden cried out in shock at the destruction of one of Zakiabara's most iconic buildings. It was where the two pilots were earlier in the day too. Pushing the thought out of her mind, Shinden continued to pump countermeasures as the R-77 eventually lost it's lock on the Tornado, flying off into the darkness.

Another beeping alert, as a Fencer pulled into the Tornado's six. Alerted, Shinden tried to shake it off by pulling up, but the plane easily kept on with the multirole. Cannon rounds hammered off the airframe as the Beiarusian plane toyed with it's prey, two planes which looked roughly alike, with similar technology in swept-wing and attacker roles. It's aim was getting closer, when a burst of cannon fire forced it to pull up into an escape of it's own. Maneuvering into a position behind the Fencer, Shinden was not about to let it escape.

Shinden: << Scarecrow-Five-One, Fox Two! >>

The AIM-9 fell from the Tornado's fuselage, waiting for half a second before igniting and chasing after the Fencer like a lioness after it's prey. It's pursuit was rewarded by an explosion which sheared the rear of the Beiarusian plane, the enemy pilots ejecting just in time.

Shinden: << Scratch one Fencer. Thanks to an assistant. >>

Sting: << Scarecrow-Five-One, this is Tenko-Four, Sting. Glad you ladies are alright. >>

"Oh, your boyfriend?" Reppu teased as Shinden was caught in a loss for words for a moment. "N-no-no! No! Reppu what are you saying?!" Shinden blustered out as she could hear a giggle behind.

I'll get you for that Yuria... Just you wait...

Shinden: << Tenko-Four, Scarecrow-Five-One. Thanks for your help, he sure got us in a pinch... >>

Sting: << Scarecrow-Five-One, Tenko-Four. No problem. Watch out for those enemy fighters, I'll hang about a little. Tenko is coming to provide defence above the city main. >>

Total Kills -

1x MiG-21
1x Su-25
1x Su-24

6x G
1x APC

Weapons Remaining
- 80x 27mm rounds
- 1x Sidewinders
- 1x Flare Pod.

by **Beiarusia** » Wed Apr 20, 2016 12:37 pm

Capt. Aleksei Tallow “Null”
Ansan, Seian

The enemy squadron wasted no time in engaging. A salvo of long-range missiles covered their quick advance, hitting several allied planes that were caught unaware by the new arrivals. Another F-16 of Kyonshī went down in flames, as did several J-7’s from Kitsune. Null was lucky enough to avoid being targeted but not everyone from Morena was as lucky.

“Noel went down!” Angel yelled from behind.

It was too chaotic for Null to pinpoint the Mirage as several planes were similarly burning through the night sky on their final descent. “Did he eject?”

Angel did not have an answer.

Rupudska wrote:<<Plans, Null? Should we attempt to drive them off, or..?>>

The numbers were about even on both sides, but the enemy was fielding high-end aircraft that would make an extended engagement extremely risky. Until the situation on the ground was under control, however, the allied planes had little choice in the matter but to maintain air superiority. The bombers may have been neutralized as a threat but losing control of the skies could well mean the loss of the city. Victory wouldn’t be easy, or likely, but neither could they abandon their duty. Whether it was for money or to protect their homeland the mercenaries and the SAF had to do whatever they could to stop the Beiarusians.

“Can we stop them?” Angel asked.

“We don’t have much choice in the matter,” Null said.

Null: << This is Scarecrow-Leader to all aircraft. Enemy bombers are down and we’ve lost Noel, but we still have work to do. Until the enemy on the ground has been dealt with we have to maintain control of the sky. Do not get drawn into a dogfight against these guys. They’ll outmaneuver you. Work together and fall back if you can’t keep up. >>

Jiangshi-Leader: << Roger that. Right behind you. >>

Tenko-Leader: << Same here. >>

Mononoke-Leader: << We won’t back down. >>

Mononoke-2: << Oi, little sis, you guys still good for this in that relic? >>

Angel: << Better than you think. >>

Mononoke-2: << Yeah, yeah. Hey Null, let’s see if you’re as good as I think you are. >>

Null didn’t answer, instead pulling the Voodoo into an intercept path alongside the SAF F-15’s. The enemy squadron was in-range now. Null knew the limits of his aircraft, and knew that going one-on-one against these Flankers would be tantamount to suicide, but meeting them head-on could well throw off their momentum. Perhaps long enough for the others to join in.

Null: << This is Scarecrow-Leader. I’m engaging the enemy formation. >>

The remaining F-16’s of Kyonshī were being run down by the enemy frontrunners, having fallen several hundred feet in their panicked maneuvering and having lost the altitude advantage. Kitsune had fared much better and were already turning in to attack. Mononoke led the attack, unleash four mid-range missiles that forced the enemy Flankers to disengage. By the time they had reoriented themselves the F-15’s had already closed the distance. The nine remaining J-7’s of Kitsune joined in with Mononoke, the SAF pilots giving their all to down the Flankers while they still had the advantage. A Su-30 broke from the others in its effort to get into clean air only for a stream of tracer fire to graze its rear stabilizers. The J-7 failed to down the plane, but it was now in position for Null to take advantage.

Null: << Fox-One. >>

The Flanker tried to evade but its maneuverability was hampered. The pilot ejected just before the missile struck, destroying the aircraft.

Mononoke-2: << Huh. Not bad I guess. >>

King-Leader: << So they intend to stand their ground. Commendable, but pointless. >>

The enemy lead flight broke formation as it entered the chaos of combat and were soon picking targets.

by **Ubaria** » Wed Apr 20, 2016 3:43 pm

Captain Noel 'Aguila' Silva
Above Northern Ansan

It was a terrifying experience, dangling from high in the air strapped into a flimsy fabric sheet that was the only thing between you and a horrifying and messy death. Sounds of distant turbine rumbles carried through the air creating a sense of constant thunder, occasionally there would be the ear splitting bang of a missile exploding frighteningly close, even though the missile could have been hundreds of meters away. All the while you were swinging back and forth, caught between ground and sky, helpless to control your descent save from orienting which way to face using the toggles, the wind had a mind of its own and carried the fragile pilot on a course he didn't want to really take. Over the heavily occupied downtown.

As he slowly drifted on the wind currents, Noel was left with nothing but his own thoughts, panicked thoughts at that, to accompany him on the long ride down. Initially he was cursing himself for allowing the enemy to score a hit on him, it was never a proud moment when a pilot had to eject, it always felt a little hurtful to watch the plane that had been through so much thick and thin go down in a ball of flames, not as upsetting as losing a comrade in arms, but it still filled him with a hint of sorrow. Slowly, he allowed his mind to wander to other, more immediate concerns, like where in the hell he was going to wind up landing, and if he'd even make it to the ground considering the enemy Flankers were swarming the air like a pack of angry hornets. All it took was for one to spot the chute and tear through it like paper. Hopefully the enemy had a bit more integrity than to gun down a helpless ejectee though. Considering the ravenous nature of which they attacked Morena and her allies, that was a stretch.

Lower and lower he fell, eventually the sounds of the sky battle became nothing but an echoed din above and out of sight. Noel was able to make out things like road markings and shopfront signs and more importantly, any spots he could land his parachute without becoming caught on power lines, roofs, trees and the like, the last thing he needed now was to become stuck off the floor like a tangled puppet. Architects and city planners however had not taken into account the probability of a pilot landing in this area of town on his parachute, the roads were tightly intertwined and the roofs of many sub-urban houses overhung the streets, there were very few open spaces to land. The difficulty of picking out a landing site was increased by the fact that much of the cities power had been cut, leaving some roads enclosed in complete darkness, no hope of spotting any obstacles in the way before it was too late.

"Fucks sake"

The closest thing he was going to get without snagging on power lines was a stretch of road running alongside a set of multi-storied houses. Slowly, with a toggle in each hand, Noel coaxed the chute into gliding him along the makeshift runway and braced for contact with the ground by bending his legs inwards. The instant he made contact with the road surface, his momentum was transferred to his legs and feet and he made a light jog a few meters down the road, eventually the drag of the chute slowed him to a standstill, the black canvas folding and billowing down to the ground. Noel let out a heavy exhale in relief and released himself from the flight harness tying him back to the chute. It was good to have solid ground beneath his feet but he wasn't out of the woods yet and infact, the easy part was done with. Under heavy contest, Ansan's northern district had been the epicenter of heavy fighting, evidenced by the distant sounds of gunfire being exchanged, graced with the sharp cracks of an explosion.

It was time to remember his Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape training from his time in the Sapinese Air Force, mostly the training dealt with survival of a different definition, things like bushcraft and wilderness survival tips rather than urban environments where food and water was aplenty. Noel reached over to the left breast pocket of his vest and pulled out a single radio unit, the AN/PRC-112 had been with him even in the Sapinese airforce, the survival radio was capable of communicating with aircraft, just what he intended to use it for.

<<Null? Scarecrow One-One do you copy?>>

Noel waited a moment, unaware if the pilot had acknowledged or even heard the transmission.

<< I ejected over North Ansan. I'm on the ground and about to make my way on foot to RV Alpha. >>

He paused and pulled out a Colt M1911 from a chest holster and pulled back the slide to chamber a round.

<< Give them hell >>

by **Tayner** » Wed Apr 20, 2016 5:26 pm

Relikai wrote:"I'll see you two soon, I hope. Send my regards to Morena."

Second Lieutenant Dan
Ansan General Hospital
Gunny

"Yes sir, will do." He responded before the doors slammed shut.

The sound of sirens was soon heard as the ambulance was taken out of park and a small jolt informed them of the vehicle's acceleration. Dan tried to sit up but during the hassle his wound must've gotten worse, giving Dan a jolt of pain when he final sat up. He turned to Mayu and looked at her a second before speaking. "Are you ok?" He asked.

Second Lieutenant Jeff Moreau
Ansan International Airport
Joker

The weels touched down on the tarmac and the Viking slowly taxied into its hangar to rearm and refuel. Joker exited the plane and as his boots hit the ground he started yelling orders.

"Two mavericks and 8 500 pounders, top off the tank, and refill the countermeasures. I need this done ASAP, an entire squadron of bandits just entered the airspace, and ground troops in the city are being fucked by the enemy. The Viking ain't no fighter so I figure I'll give support to the ground troops." He said as one of the crewmen tossed him a bottle of water. "Thank you." He said.

"The fuel and bombs are here, but we really thought you'd pick up sidewinders again, so we didn't grab any mavericks." He reported to the pilot. He turned to one of the crewmen. "Go grab some AGMs from the next hangar, mavericks, and move these sidewinders somewhere else." He said, and the crewman ran off to do exactly that, as another pulled the cart with the sidewinders out of the way, and another started getting ready to load the 500lbs bombs into the Viking's internal bomb bay.

Joker took a step out of the hangar to catch some fresh air, hearing the distant explosions of the battle. He looked at the burnt out husk of the ATC tower and the other buildings. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, taking a drag. He didn't smoke often, but now was one of the times he absolutely needed it. The sound of a helicopter grew close, as did sirens. It was eerily calm at the airport, the fire trucks already having put a stop to the fires caused by the initial bombing. The sirens grew louder, and soon Joker saw some flashing lights reflecting off of the clouds.

The helicopter, which he identified as a medical transport by the red cross on it, landed nearby and some EMTs were preparing to receive some wounded. Joker could only finish his smoke as he saw one of the crewmen haul a cart with the AGMs nearby. He entered the hangar with the missiles that he probably borrowed without asking from a nearby hangar. Joker knew he had a good dozen minutes at least before the Viking was ready, so he waited and watched the area, finally relaxing.

by **Kassaran** » Wed Apr 20, 2016 6:26 pm

Anton's Club
South Ansan Ghettos
The Battle of Ansan - Ansan, Seian

The club had darkened to just below what could have been considered legal, Seianese laws often dictated that the lumen for respected clubs had to be kept high enough to dissuade any shady transactions, not that it ever helped here and not that anyone would be able to say anything to the man now walking towards its exit. They were leaving. The many eyes and ears for the city that Anton had in his employ had all been singing the same song for some time now, it was time to go with the Beiarusians pushing hard on the city. Men with machine guns and military grade weaponry could be seen running about everywhere as large transports of Yuktobanian origins began to roll out from the nearby parking structures. Generally kept for any transport operations he might be called on to take part in, now Anton was being forced to become his own cargo. Those damned Beiarusians were going to pay if he had any say in it and already he had plans. Not that it mattered much.

"Boss! Satoru's gotten word that his initial plan has fallen through, no joy on finding his target so he's pushing further. Says he might find what he's looking for beyond the redline?" The bodyguard's words were just what could be deciphered from the cryptically subjectless phrases being called in over the radio. That was fine by Anton, he waved a hand dismissively as a large armored personnel carrier rolled up beside him, the door swinging open. He'd normally be driving with two in the convoy, one for him and one as a decoy with Satoru, but tonight he couldn't take such a luxury as the number two vehicle was already away. Satoru's request had been more than easy enough to make come true, and for all the times the old man had saved Anton a heartache or a headache (and in some cases both), he'd every right to ask for what he had.

"Tell him that we'll keep for as long as possible in the hangars, I still have to load up the rest of the cargo. Let him know we're leaving for sure though if an evacuation is called. We're not equipped to fight a war on our own here. If he can get out in time, we'll gladly give him and the rest of his men a lift though. Understood?" the bodyguard nodded and ducked his head as he rushed back into the makeshift outpost that had been Anton's nightclub. None of the ladies were hanging off his arms anymore, not with the slate suit he usually wore tucked safely away within his own personal baggage. No, now he was donning his older smuggling gear and body armor from days long past, a snug fit to be sure, but the old man still had his fight left in him and he didn't think so naively as to believe he'd not have to leave his shelter. If the Beiarusians were pushing this hard, they needed this city and the fighting regardless would tear him a new one financially if he tried to fight it, better it was to just roll with it.

by **Ubaria** » Thu Apr 21, 2016 6:41 pm

Northern Ansan - Captain Noel 'Aguila' Silva

The residential neighborhood was a stark contrast from the rest of the city which was substantially built up and urbanized, here most of the houses rarely stretched up above three floors and mostly consisted of small quaint shops, cafe's and parks, surrounded by apartment complexes and semi-detached modern housing blocks with hints of traditional Seianese architecture. Pink Cherry blossom trees and ornate lampposts lined most of the larger streets and even some of the smaller ones, it would have been a picture of beauty any other time, but at the current moment in time, it looked more like a hellish nightmare-scape than anything else. The streets were completely obscured by darkness, lit only by the moon and small outbreaks of fire that did little to comfort, bathing the area in an unnerving orange glow, casting long dancing shadows of the nearby destruction left behind. Buildings stood in various stages of degradation, some not at all, where they had been the epicenter of a bomb blast or rocket attack, places of residence now only a hollow skeleton gutted by war. Evidence of occupation left behind by the civilians scrambling for safety included belongings discarded in the road in the panic. Trunks, bags boxes and more filled with personal effects that had failed to make the journey with their owners, for some all they owned lay like garbage in the road.

Noel knelt down beside a cardboard box full of toys, stuffed animals and pictures. Some Seianese figures were scrawled on the side in marker pen, un-decipherable to Noel but it was apparent that the box belonged to a child, a little girl. It was filled with stuffed dolls and wooden playthings and even pictures of her and her family by the looks of things, a trio of them, all with wide beaming smiles. What had become of them? Noel wanted to wonder but it was for the best he didn't, there were a million other problems to deal with first. He returned the doll and picture into its box and continued on down the street on a southern heading, if he wanted to make it back to the Airport, he was going to have to make way through the heavily contested Zakiabara district. From what he heard over the Seianese Battlenet prior to bailing out, it was the location of the most intense fighting in the entire city and Noel, armed with nothing but a .45 pistol and his wits, had to navigate through the heart of it. Into Hell.

Each step forward was an anxious one. Sounds of gunfire were barely blocks away from Noel's position and were shifting all the time, even behind him the sharp cracks of bullets could be heard and even shouting, no, screaming. Having his pistol on standby was a wise choice, only wanting to use if if absolutely necessary, not only would the gunshots attract attention, he really didn't like the notion of shooting another person face to face, comically ironic as it sounded given his current occupation. The difference between the two being in the plane, although as dangerous and intense as it was, there was the sense of distance and withdrawl from the fighting, it was hard to describe but the fact of the matter was, he'd rather be flying with a metal box between him and the enemy than on his feet with nothing but fabric and flesh. There was brutality to infantry combat whereas flying, it was relatively 'clean'. Nevertheless, Noel didn't have a choice right now, it was fight or bust, flight was well out of the question.

Eventually, after much deliberation on which way to turn, Noel reached a small break in the apartment buildings into rather open ground. Nothing between him and the next set of cover but open ground, some sort of recreational park or garden, racked by signs of fighting. Noel peeked both ways and stepped from the shadow of a nearby car, but a noise stopped him in his tracks, a sound that put all of his hairs up on end and shot hot and cold shivers through every nerve ending.

'Ch-chk'

"Drop your weapon"

The command was entirely in a foreign language, heavily accented Beiarusian by the sounds of it. The command was repeated again in Seianese and eventually Usean. Noel rose both hands slowly and angrily threw the pistol aside.

"Turn around. Now!"

Slowly shuffling on the spot, Noel turned to face his captors. Around half a dozen Beiarusian troops stared him down with contempt, guns glinting in the moonlight. By now they had realized that he was no soldier, but a pilot, it was hard to tell however, if they knew if he was Mercenary, the darkness shadowed his face too much to be able to make it out accurately.

"Knees! Hands on head!"

Noel resisted at first. His eyes darted from the enemy commander to his gun, and over to the right and then back to the gun. Could he make it to cover? Against one gun, maybe. But not six. And not with only 14ft of space between them. Reluctantly, and spitting curses in both his native language and Usean, he knelt to the floor and clasped both hands to the back of his head. Then he waited. Two of the soldiers at the back began to bicker in Beiarusian, interrupted by his commander who turned and sternly told the two to 'shut up', that much was apparent. The question still remained of what to do with the pilot, the Beiarusian commander began to radio back to his superiors for further advisement.

Whilst the commander awaited orders, he was left in the company of what looked like a private, a grunt probably fresh from conscription, there was a mix of panic, anger and terror in his eyes, he kept nervously shuffling on the spot, flinching whenever the sound of gunfire drew close.

"Hey. Kid"

He was ignored.

"Kid. You want to be rich?"

The young private turned his head back around and looked down upon Noel, there was no way of even telling if the grunt knew what he was even saying, let alone cared.

"You know who i am?" Noel spoke under his breath, wary of not drawing any attention his way.

"Seianese pilot scum." He angrily retorted and spat at the ground beside him.

"Do i look or sound Seianese genius?" Noel rose his head a little allowing the moonlight to show his face, mostly his tanned complexion.

"Do i look like one of those slanties?"

"No."

"Of course not...Listen. I'm a mercenary." Noel paused, waiting for the commander to look away again.

"A Mercenary. Who makes a lot of cash. I could make you rich"

"How?"

"All you need to do." Noel inhaled sharply.

"Is let me go"

The private thinned his eyes, it was hard to tell if it was a scowl forming or genuine intrigue. He soon got his answer.

"Mercenary Scum! I'll kill you no-"

'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

The Private crashed to the floor hard, spraying blood in a gory arc as he fell. Bullets had completely eviscerated his cranium and pelted brain tissue and skull fragments over the concrete and some onto Noel who reeled back in shock horror and disgust. Before the other soldiers even reacted, another hail of gunfire erupted from a second story window and slammed hard into the Beiarusian commander who collapsed in a similar manner. The remaining four troops barely had time to let off any rounds before they were send flailing to the ground with blood erupting from their chest. Noel scrambled backwards and retrieved his pistol off the ground, but he barely had time to raise it before a booted foot pinned his arm down.

"I wouldn't do that"

Noel looked up at the figure, clad in blue and black with a three hole balaclava veiling his face, his voice sounded reassuringly Sieanese. But he wasn't a soldier, that much was evident. Noel let the gun go again and nodded, then took the figures hand as he hoisted him back on his feet.

"We must move. The enemy must have surely heard us. Come"

The man beckoned Noel into an alleyway nearby with three other similarly masked figures waiting with guns covering their movement. They moved deeper into a network of alleyways and eventually dived into the backdoor of a cafe and up a flight of stairs into a makeshift safehouse. Once somebodies home was now the center of some sort of resistance operation, a map was squarely laid out on a far wall with pins and markers detailing places of interest and value, guns from Shotguns to automatic rifles were organised in a row against a couch and there were stocks of supplies stacked in an adjacent room. Nobody else was present when they entered.

"Who are you?" Noel asked the golden question.

The lead figure, the one who had pulled him up, peeled off his balaclava to reveal his face.

"Captain Yoshirou Inoue. Ansan Metropolitan Police. Armed Activities and Riot Response Division." He turned to introduce his comrades.

"This is Lieutenant Sabarou Mianmi. Lieutenant Jiro Kimaru. Corporal Souta Yamasaki and Corporal Kaito Yoshida" Yoshiru pointed to them each in turn, who then returned a greeting back.

"I beg the question. Who are you? As if i already don't know."

Through pure guesswork or probably, more logical thought, the Police Captain had figured out he wasn't any ordinary pilot.

"Captain Noel Silva. Former Sapin Royal Air Force and current Flight Lead for 13th Mercenary Air Squadron Morena" Noel extended his hand in formal greeting. The Police captain returned it.

Noel then turned his attention to the room. It was like something out of a movie almost, a mix of apocalypse preparation and military planning thematics.

"Well...Captain. As soon as the threat of a possible invasion into Ansan came into play. The police co-ordinated with the military to create pockets of resistance, including re-arming of any besieged fighting units in the city with hidden caches" He waved his arms around to gesture to the entire room.

"We're standing in one of those caches. Trouble is, heavy fighting has the military pinned down elsewhere and, as you found out, Beiarusian patrols are combing the area like hawks. We may very much find ourself surrounded in the next couple of hours. How goes the fight in the air?"

Noel could give nothing but a painful shrug. The force of ejection had done a number on his neck and back and by extension, his shoulder blades.

"I had to bail out in the opening stages. Flanker had me in a tight spot and i had no other choice. Morena can pull more than her fair share of weight i can assure you this." Noel tried to remain reassuring, but the fight in the air wasn't the deciding factor, and a victory up there meant nothing if they couldn't hold the ground.

The Police Captain lowered himself into a chair and lit up a cigarette from a pack laying on the table, he pulled another one out the box and offered one to Noel who politely declined.

[i]"Hmph. Then again, can't say i've met a pilot who couldn't hold their fair share of weight. All that g-force." Yoshirou dragged heavily on his cig and held the smoke for a moment, letting it slowly trickle out the side of his mouth. He turned his attention to his second in command, Sabarou and reeled off something in a quick bout of Seianese.

"You got a radio?"

Noel nodded and brang out the PRC-112 unit, still active and dialed into Morenas own frequency.

"We've been trying to get a Helo evac for hours. I'm sure the helicopter forces will listen more to you than they will us. Can you get us a way out?"

Noel make a rather uneasy expression, it was doubtful they would listen to him either, but something then struck him.

"Praeses"

"Excuse me?"

Noel quickly twirled the control knobs and bought the radio unit to life. Before he bailed, Noel had caught snippets of traffic relating to Praeses and more specifically, the mention of a helicopter unit Beolsae which was in the besieged downtown area. If anybody could get them out, it was him.

<<Beolsae Lead - Beolsae Lead. This is Captain Silva of the 13th Mercenary Air Squadron speaking.>> Noel paused and decided to cut right to the chase.

<<Praeses. If you can hear me i could use a hot extraction right now. Location is the Northern Residential district, i can provide co-ordinates on request. I need to know... can you get to us?>>

It was a long shot.

by **Anowa** » Thu Apr 21, 2016 7:34 pm

Tombstone
The one tailing tombstone had finally been identified now that he was closer to the lights of the city. A Fishbed had spied the wounded F-20 from the dark of the night. And while he no longer fired any missiles, he was still on Tombstone's tail.

For the past minute or so, Tombstone had been trying maneuver after maneuver, trying to either shake the hostile pilot off his tail, or trying to get behind him. Yet so far nothing had worked, it reminded him of another situation he had been in, one that seemed to happen lifetime ago.

The sound of a missile alarm pulled Jason from his musings. So he dumped countermeasures and pulled upwards.

"Chaff, flare, low."

Jason let out an expletive, and in the tiny mirror mounted on the frame of his canopy. He spotted his foe follow, the reflection of it's canopy showing Tombstone's own afterburner. And just like Holly did to him five years ago, he did to the Beiarusian pilot now.

The MiG was quickly burnt into nothing by the quick thinking of Jason, at the cost of a single sidewinder, and a bit-

"Bingo! Bingo!"

A red light illuminated Tombstone's cockpit. As several new contacts appeared on radar, now dangerously close to him. With hsi current situation of low fuel and hefty damage, Tombstone hauled ass back to the airfield. His fuel level dropping faster by the second.

Kills
1x MiG-21 Fishbed

by **SaintB** » Fri Apr 22, 2016 4:49 am

Shark, Battle of Ansan

The Past
You aren't supposed to have conscious thought when your black out; that was the first thing that occurred to Garret as he stood in the hallway of the tribunal in his dress blues alongside his WSO Ace and his flight lead Wizard. That meant to him that he must be dead, he couldn't possibly be alive anymore if he was thinking so clearly. Was this his life flashing before his eyes? Ace was dead after he had gone down in a botched landing shortly after Garret retired from the Navy. So was Wizard; Garret knew that because he had killed him...

"I don't care Garret! You took the shot but I told you too! That makes me responsible not you. You can go far, you can lead a whole squadron someday, or be a God Damned Admiral. Me? After 12 years I haven't gotten any farther than this. I'm done, I'm not moving up anymore and I've accepted that. I'm taking the responsibility for this and you will shut the fuck up and take whatever slap on the wrist they give you before you go back to your otherwise stellar career. That's the end of it."

"We can fight this, we did what we were..." Garret tried to interrupt but was cut off...

"This isn't a tribunal to be followed by a court marshal Jones. This is a witch hunt and they won't quit until one or both of us is burned at the stake. Better me than you."

"It's not right, sir."

"Its not about right or wrong, its about what is politically expedient. We killed that pilot and Belka called for blood. Someone's career is over, I can save a good pilot and a good system op then I'll happily take that fall." Wizard said with finality.

Shark wasn't done fighting for his friend and CO yet, "We all know Belka did it on purpose! They ordered that flight crew to violate the buffer zone around The Neptune so that we had no choice but to retaliate!"

"Exactly! And they want this to blow up! I'm disarming the fucking bomb. I'm saving your careers, and possibly the lives of thousands of soldiers because this could ignite a war."

Ace put a hand on Garret's shoulder, "He's right you know? If we fight this we're all done for."

"But we will go down together the same way we fight, the same way we fly!" Garret spat back though his resolve was starting to waver.

Wizard spoke up again, "You're fucking killing me Jones."

Then things took a turn for the decidedly macabre. Suddenly the air behind wizard caught fire, invisible pieces of shrapnel ripped through his body before his flesh started peeling and blackening before Garret's eyes! He instinctively recoiled but didn't get far, Ace, his old WSO was standing there, body contorted in a strange manner, his brown skin now a pale grey and his eyes glossed over. When he spoke blood poured from his mouth, "Just wake up Shark. We shouldn't all go down."

He turned away from the sight of the walking talking corpse, only to find a man in Belkan flight gear reaching for him, a score of others, all pilots or people he knew reaching out to him! He couldn't escape, he backed into the wall and tried to scream but nothing came out, not a single sound. The Belkan pilot grabbed him by the shoulders, held him tight, pulled him toward his face so that Garret saw his own reflection in the flight goggles, "Shark! Do you come in!"

reality/The present

Beiarusia wrote:
Null: << This is Scarecrow-Lead to Hangman-One. Shark, do you come in? >>

Null: << Null to all flights. Shark is unresponsive. Can anyone get visual? >>

Garret awoke to some of the most intense G-Forces he had ever experienced! There was no way he could answer, hell he was surprised he could breathe! He couldn't see anything through the red in his vision as he sucked air in and pumped his midsection to fight against falling back into unconsciousness. The world was sound, about a dozen alarms where going off in the cockpit, and feel as he struggled with switches and toggles trying to get any response out of the aircraft and it's engines. It was a battle against time, against gravity, and against his own body's impulse to give up in the face of all this literal pressure it was under. He tried to pull up on the stick but the fly-by-wire wasn't responding, it had no power to it. Garret blindly reached for the circuit breaker toggle and flipped what he hoped was the main breaker... silence. Blindly feeling around he found all the switches that where facing the same way as his main and one by one flipped them back to on. Then once more to the main switch...

All the noise he had heard before returned but now joined by a new sound, the sound of the engine trying to spool up and run! He pulled on the stick, hoping to level his craft out into a glide and hit the engine - with a grinding noise and a groan it kicked into life and the Tigershark was once more flying, moving forward under its own power!

Obviously weary and in pain Shark's voice came back over the radio, <<This is Shark... Hangman 1... I'm... alive... Coming back around!>>

by **Rupudska** » Fri Apr 22, 2016 10:35 am

<<This is Scarecrow-Leader to all aircraft. Enemy bombers are down and we’ve lost Noel, but we still have work to do. Until the enemy on the ground has been dealt with we have to maintain control of the sky. Do not get drawn into a dogfight against these guys. They’ll outmaneuver you. Work together and fall back if you can’t keep up.>>

<<This is Shark... Hangman 1... I'm... alive... Coming back around!>>

Hound smiled. So Shark wasn't dead. That was good - in a battle against superior foes, every asset counted no matter how small.

I still have missiles to use. As long as I have that I can still fight.

<<Understood, Null. I will stay as long as I can.>>

Another helicopter, this one an attack craft, flew into her sights. Once again, she fired a short burst at it. Bullets tore into its rear section, detaching the tail boom as the helicopter spun into the ground.

<<Hound, scratch one attack helicopter.>> As she said this, a Fulcrum roared in from above to get a lock on her. Instead of turning to avoid however, she pulled up to get a lock on it as well. It opened fire just as she broke away to let loose a Sidewinder.

<<Hound, Fox Two.>> The missile did not have much turning to do, and the MiG-29 was unable to pull out of its dive fast enough to completely get away. The explosion of the warhead was not enough to significantly damage the craft, but it was enough to leave a visible, thick crack in the cockpit glass - enough to take it out of the action at least.

Enemy: <<This is Witcher Two-Three. My cockpit's damaged, I am unable to continue combat! Requesting an escort as I leave the CZ.>>
Rook One-Four: <<Roger, Witcher Two-Three. I'll cover you.>>

She pulled in low into the city skyline, roaring down a (for an aircraft) narrow street lined with tall buildings on either side. Dangerous it surely was, breaking a few windows it may have caused, but it was a good way to discourage most from pursuing her. It was also a good way to hunt for helicopters, since they were right at gun level this way.

One attack helicopter noticed her incoming and turned to fire its gun at her. A few struck, but none did any lasting damage. One bounced off her own cockpit and took out a small chunk - though not enough to depressurize it. Her guns, however, easily shattered and tore through the flat glass of the helicopter's cockpit. It jerked to the left before wrapping itself around a lamppost and exploding.

<<And another helicopter.>>

Bishop One-Three: <<Don't you think that's enough?>>

At once, her lock on alarms sounded as an Su-30 descended from the sky to come in behind her as she turned hard into a much wider thoroughfare. There was enough room for both of them to pass, but judging by the sound of the lock on alarm shifting to a missile warning, he had no intention of merely passing her. Dumping countermeasures and pulling up as hard as she could, she left the streets and returned to the open air - but the Flanker behind her followed. He opened fire with guns and did a respectable amount of damage to her left wing, puncturing it - though luckily not igniting anything.

Hound leveled out as the Bishop fighter shot ahead and turned around for another pass. It was more agile and more heavily armed. The only real advantage she had over it was that her Falcon was smaller and faster. Unfortunately he had the initiative here, and she was doubtful he would even let her turn it into a charging dogfight.

So she would have to do something extra stupid. Just like with the MiG, she charged straight for the Bishop Flanker, Sidewinders hot and locked on. He called her bluff and locked his own IR missiles. He fired first and turned, and she braked hard and turned in the same direction. He noticed, and turned harder in the same direction, exposing his tail to her.

Bishop One-Three: <<What the hell are y->>

<<Hound, Fox Two!>>

There was nowhere for him to turn, and he ejected. She saluted him as she passed.

<<I have two missiles left, but with this damage I do not think I will be taking on any more fighters today. Sorry.>>

2x attack helicopters
0.5x MiG-29
1x Su-30 Bishop

-2x Sidewinder

by **Relikai** » Fri Apr 22, 2016 8:03 pm

Tayner wrote:Are you ok?"

The ambulance drove on, without the wailing of its siren as it took a roundabout route along the city limits towards the hospital. No point drawing attention to it, the drivers simply knew their duty - Get two wounded personnel to Ansan International for an airlift. Questions can come later.

Mayu looked up, her expression a mask of pain. However, she still managed to give a nod. The dressing was basic, but secure enough to last her to another hospital. Yoshima was a doctor, not a miracle cure-all after all, and in his fatigue and the less than ideal operating conditions, the work could be seen as good, but not ideal.

"I.. I'm just happy, that Dan-san is... alright." She replied, a smile forming as her face turned into one of comfort and happiness. Finally, she actually did something she could be happy about. Not being wounded would be perfect, but throwing herself onto Dan when she sensed the flaming bomber about to explode, it was pure bliss for that moment before she was peppered by glass shards.

Suddenly realising that she was in an enclosed space with one of her heroes, someone whom she looked up to after the Battle of Tienanmen and the major battle yesterday, Mayu turned extremely shy as her composure seemed to change into one full of embarrassment. In her mind, a million thoughts came and went, as she sat up and changed to the standard pose of a lady sitting and waiting inside the rocking vehicle. Mayu also realised that her uniform was gone, and she was simply clad in her t-shirt, which was torn on her wounded side, and her shorts, causing her to ever be more awkward.

Mayu never really was the one who's socially active, having different interests than most girls, and this entire setting was just awkward for her.

by **Kassaran** » Sat Apr 23, 2016 1:35 am

Lieutenant Markus Pearsohn
Callsign 'Praeses', Hangman 3
Battle of Ansan, Ansan, Seian

Gunfire ripped through the empty city street as houses upon houses exchanged fire. Their tracers brightly lighting up the surrounding area, Pearsohn relayed what he could see back to the convoy that was Kamaitachi over the radio.

<<Praeses to Kamaitachi, up front is hot with gunfire, requesting immediate course change at next intersection westbound. We got multiple firefights in play and I can't make out which sides are ou->>

Halfway through reporting, a new voice clicked into play-

<<Beolsae Lead - Beolsae Lead. This is Captain Silva of the 13th Mercenary Air Squadron speaking.>>

What in the hell was Silva doing butting in on this op, and how did he get these frequencies, Morena likely hadn't been issued them and Silva hadn't been running something that would have supported a ground element anyways which made his interruption all that more annoying to the veteran as he let the man take the comms. His feelings changed as soon as the next words out of the radio highlighted what must have been an interesting story Praeses had missed in the air.

<<Praeses. If you can hear me i could use a hot extraction right now. Location is the Northern Residential district, i can provide co-ordinates on request. I need to know... can you get to us?>>

<<Praeses to Aguila- uh, Aguila, right? Anyways, I got you clear on the comms, but cannot give exact answer without further conference with Beolsae lead. Requesting Coordinates for pickup, we happen to be in the area, but we've got only a limited window of opportunity with the current ashfall and smoke covering this place. We cannot provide direct pickup, but a convoy we're escorting into Zakiabara can provided it'd be worth it. Over.>>

Aguila had been a fighter pilot meaning he'd likely met his match in the air, dammit, he needed to be up there as soon as possible, but the damned Aurellians had it up their asses with their own damned language and he wasn't about to try and recall two months he'd taken a similar amount of decades ago given the majority had been pickup lines for Aurellian women. The majority of even those had been trashed and had either gotten him into fights with the women's husbands or partners, or outright slapped by the women themselves. Damned Aurellians.

A slight wince of pain as he again tried to shift, he could feel the few metallic fragments that had pierced his cheek were still there, beneath the oxygen mask and the open air of the night sky rushing in through the shattered canopy wasn't a solid favor for that affair either.

by **Ubaria** » Sat Apr 23, 2016 6:14 am

Northern Ansan - Captain Noel 'Aguila' Silva

<<Praeses to Aguila- uh, Aguila, right? Anyways, I got you clear on the comms, but cannot give exact answer without further conference with Beolsae lead. Requesting Coordinates for pickup, we happen to be in the area, but we've got only a limited window of opportunity with the current ashfall and smoke covering this place. We cannot provide direct pickup, but a convoy we're escorting into Zakiabara can provided it'd be worth it. Over.>>

<<Copy that Praeses. Standby for Co-Ordinates.>>

Noel moved over to the map that was pinned on the wall and looked over to Yoshirou for any helpful indication, Noel couldn't read the map as it was all in Seianese Kanji.

"We are here." Yoishirou traced his finger over a building circled in green marker pen and then scanned the rest of the map to determine its exact co-ordinates within Ansan itself.

"042 - 102" The Police captain eventually told Noel, who promptly relayed it via radio back to the Helicopter unit.

<<Zero Four Two Dash One Zero Two, Keypad six. You copy that?>>

Hopefully the Beiarusians were not already monitoring the enemy military traffic, otherwise they had just painted the fattest target on their foreheads for nearby paratrooper units to home in on. Though in saying that, they had enough guns and ordinance in this flat to hold it like a fortress, it was a wonder how they managed to move so much arms within the city un-noticed, then again the Captain had explained it was preemptive measure to support clandestine operations under occupation.

by **SaintB** » Mon Apr 25, 2016 5:08 am

Garret "Shark" Jones
Morena Squadron Hangman 1
Battle of Ansan

Things were just not going well for his flight. Preases was unavailable, Tombstone was totally silent, MIA, possibly down; Dash was unaccounted for, and Shark's own aircraft was badly damaged to the point where it could fall apart on its own if under too many G forces - it was in no shape for a dogfight against Fulcrums and Flankers for sure. It didn't seem like he had a fuel leak but the engine made a grinding noise when the afterburners were engaged which indicated bad damage, his flaps were sluggish but his fly-by-wire system seemed intact, the aircraft shuddered hard in a role either left or right and responded very slowly to a climb but was all too happy to pitch down in a dive. In short this thing was fucked but Morena still needed him, and he still needed his aircraft.

Rupudska wrote:<<I have two missiles left, but with this damage I do not think I will be taking on any more fighters today. Sorry.>>

<<Shark to Hound. I'm too badly damaged for a dogfight too but I have a full combat load, x2 Sparrows and x2 Winders plus an estimated 500 rounds for my cannons. My avionics seem fine, sensors and countermeasures are online. We should team up and go after the incoming transports.

by **Kyraina** » Mon Apr 25, 2016 9:50 pm

2nd Lt. Joseph "Bull" Bridden, 1st Lt. Zach "Knight" Steele

Beiarusia wrote:Capt. Aleksei Tallow “Null”
[b]Null: << This is Scarecrow-Leader to all aircraft. Enemy bombers are down and we’ve lost Noel, but we still have work to do. Until the enemy on the ground has been dealt with we have to maintain control of the sky. Do not get drawn into a dogfight against these guys. They’ll outmaneuver you. Work together and fall back if you can’t keep up. >>

Bull looked over his shoulder at Knight.

"I think if we fly into the Furball, we could distract a few of them. I don't know how long I can try to out move those SU-30s or the SU-37s though. What do you think Knight? Should we hit Mach and blow through the Furball?" Bull asked.

"I think we should hang back and hit them with the missiles we have first, or unleash with cannon. Flying through the middle of that is not a good idea."

Bull nodded and smiled as he pushed the throttle all the way forward. After the Thud accelerated and broke the sound barrier, he shrugged and flew through the middle of the Furball. A Su-30 popped up into his way, and unleashed with it's cannon on him. Bull pulled up but not before some of the rounds from the cannon smacked into the hull just behind the cock pit.

Rook One-Five: <<Looks like we have some fresh meat here, and beef at that, I have never seen that Thud's Emblem before. You ready to dance there Cowboy?>>

Bull flipped the Plane over into a dive and saw the SU-30 was already on them again. Bull pulled the Thud out of the dive, and shot away from the Furball. A fair distance away he preformed a Split S, and shot back towards the Furball.

Then the annoying missile warning sound started to play in both Bull's and Knight's ears. Bull jinked the plane hard to the right as Knight hit countermeasures, the beeping stopped as the missile shot into the countermeasures. The wings where then peppered with cannon fire as Bull and Knight cussed to themselves. Bull looked down and saw the fuel rate very slowly dropping. He shook his head as the SU-30 continued to chase them. After a series of Rolling Scissors, and other combat maneuvers, Bull pulled back on the throttle causing the SU-30 to over shoot. He unleashed with cannon fire but precious few rounds struck the SU-30. He pushed the throttle back forward, and got a missile lock.

Bull: <<Fox 2, Fox 2>>

A sidewinder flew off the rails, but the pilot deployed countermeasures and the winder missed. Bull cursed and let two more sidewinders fly, but the Pilot pulled a Split S turn causing both the Missiles to overshoot and miss. The SU-30 then flew straight at them and started shooting at them with it's cannon. Bull did the same, and opened fire with the 20mm on the Thud.

Bull: <<Guns, Guns, Guns>>

A couple 30 mm rounds went the through the cockpit canopy, effectively shattering it, but amazing neither hit Bull or Knight. But as a 30 mm round hit the hull near the cockpit, Knight screamed in pain as shrapnel went into his right shoulder and side.

A few of Bulls rounds impacted the hull, and the wings of the SU-30, and into the engines as well. There was smoke, then the canopy blew off and a ejection seat was blown clear of the SU-30. Bull slowly brought the plane to just below 10,000 feet.

Bull: <<This is Scarecrow Three-One. Splash one Tango, we have a fuel leak, canopy has been shattered, and Scarecrow Three-Two has been injured will stay in air as long as we can, but it won't be for much longer.>>

Bull: "Yo, Knight are you gonna be Alright?"

Knight through gritted teeth: "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just a scratch."

Kills: 1x Mig-21, 1x SU-25, 1x SU-30
Ammo:
850x 20mm
1x Aim-9
2x AGM-12

by **Tayner** » Thu Apr 28, 2016 12:26 pm

Relikai wrote:"I.. I'm just happy, that Dan-san is... alright."

Second Lieutenant Dan
Ambulance
Gunny

"I'm happy that you're alright." He said, not knowing what else to say. He wanted to scold her for jumping on him and getting full of shrapnel, but he was too grateful to be angry. He was at a complete loss of words, one minute he was watching the battle of Ansan, the next he was in the ambulance with the woman that saved his life. She soon changed her composure to a more formal one, probably out of shyness or embarrassment. He moved to sit across from her, sitting in a much more relaxed composure.

"Arigatou gozaimasu" He said, which he could only hope would properly translate to 'Thank You'

by **Independent States of Tula** » Sat Apr 30, 2016 12:06 am

2nd Lieutenant Vladimir Tula & 2nd Lieutenant Hanna Tula
Ansan Airspace, Seian

As the two siblings flew for the rest of Morena they soon found themselves being targeted by the incoming foes after Null's charge into their formation as the warning tone of a missile lock rang in Vlad and Hanna's ears.

"Shit!" Hanna shouted "Evasive maneuvers! Dumping countermeasures!"

The F-4E Phantom II began dumping their combined countermeasures of chaff and flares seeing how their ECM pod hadn't stopped the lock before making a sharp turn to starboard. The missile that had locked tried following the jet but found itself instead focusing on one of the flares, detonating less than a meter away from the decoy but too far from the F-4E to damage it.

"Missile trashed! Looked to be IR! Shit, got a Bandit closing in on us, it's a Flanker-C!" Vladimir announced over the internal comms.

Bishop-Lead: << Where do you think you're going Wolf? Is the big bad ace afraid of getting shot down again? >>

The feminine voice was intentionally broadcast on an open channel, it seemed the enemy flight-lead wanted to play with her prey before-hand. Vladimir, wanting none of this replied thusly over the open channel:

Wolf: << Eh, not so much fear as much as it is the fact that fighter jets are so expensive, you know? It would be a big drain to my pocket if this baby got shot down. So with that in mind, why don't you take your flight stick...and SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS! >>

Within seconds the two Tula siblings got their reply in the form of a long burst of 30mm rounds flying past the cockpit before the jet that fired them flew over the two siblings' jet.

"They overshot us! Fire the last Sidewinder! Now!" Vladimir exclaimed.

Bear: << Fox-Two. >>

The Sidewinder flew forward at the rapidly disappearing aircraft before the foe released their own countermeasures and quickly performed a 180 degree turn by pulling up and rolling over before finding themselves coming back at the F-4E. The Sidewinder, confused by the flares, was quickly trashed.

Bishop-Lead: << Ah, good, now that that little missile of your's is taken care of...let's have some fun. >>

"Why do I think she wanted us to do that?" Hanna asked before sending the F-4E diving down towards the ground to avoid the burst of cannon fire that appeared where they had just been a second ago.

"Hanna, use that book knowledge of yours! Do we have anything against that Flanker!?!" Vladimir asked as he turned his head to look behind the F-4E as it dived to see the enemy fighter following and lining up a shot.

"Uh...uh...oh shit!" Hanna was pushing her brain to search for the knowledge she needed while simultaneously banking right to avoid another burst of cannon fire, the two jets too close to each other for missile fire, finally Hanna remembered and replied "The Flanker-C is better at quick turning, the F-4E can turn for longer but the Flanker-C is so much better it'll have out turned us and gunned us down before we even make it halfway through our turn. ...Uh...the Flanker-C is not as fast as the F-4E but it's thrust-weight ratio is far superior...they have better acceleration than us so we won't lose them and that just leaves us open to missile attacks, better to keep them close. And...umm...the Flanker-C has a lower flight ceiling than the F-4E by about a thousand meters...that's it, that's all we've got on them!"

Vladimir shook his head at that and wracked his brain for any strategy that could beat that Su-30 with the aged F-4E platform they were using when the Flanker-C pilot taunted over open channels again.

Bishop-Lead << Better pull up or you'll crash into the ground Wolf...wouldn't want our playtime to be cut short like that, would you? >>

That right there, gave Vladimir his idea, "Hanna! Pull up and climb for the flight ceiling, try to keep it at the best angle for a steady rate of climb!"

"Roger!" Hanna replied before pulling up on her stick and bringing the F-4E up from its dive and into a climb after several seconds, the jet flying up and gaining altitude quickly with the extra speed from the dive.

However the enemy Su-30 had the same advantages as them in such and continued to stay behind the F-4E, it made itself known as it put several rounds over the port-side wing of the Phantom.

"Shit! That was close! Wolf, what's the plan!?!" Hanna asked.

"You said we have a ceiling that outdoes them by a thousand meters right?" Vladimir responded with his own question.

"Yeah... but we can't outrun their missiles once we get far enough away from them! ECM might not stop their IRs! One got a lock on us already!" Hanna replied.

"We're not trying to outrun them...we're trying to stall them!" Vladimir replied.

"What?" Hanna asked before realization dawned on her, just as she banked right slightly to avoid another burst of cannon fire aimed for their engines, quickly saying "You want to stall them so we can turn and get on their tail!"

"Kinda!" Vladimir replied before adding "Though I was kinda hoping that instead of getting on their tail you could just turn us around and shoot them as their trying to turn their own jet towards the ground for a dive! We'll only have one-Shit!"

Another burst of canon-fire literally missed by centimeters as it flew right over the heads of the two siblings. And although it kept the two siblings deathly aware of what fate awaited them if they failed to get rid of their opponent quickly the misses were grinding their opponent's nerves.

Bishop-Lead: << Hold still and die already! You can't run forever! >>

Seeing that their altitude was almost where their adversary's ceiling was, Vladimir decided to reply once more.

Wolf: << Getting impatient already? Come on, you've got to work harder if you want to take us out. >>

Bishop-Lead: << Screw you mercenary! You're a dead man flying! >>

Seeing the altitude gauge shoot past the supposed flight ceiling of the Su-30 Vladimir just smirked and replied:

Wolf: << Actually, I think your jet is the dead one flying. Check your climb rate. >>

The enemy didn't broadcast their reaction, rather, as Vladimir looked back at their pursuer and saw as the jet's nose begin to fall backwards back towards the ground he exclaimed over the interior comms "Now Hanna! Pull on the stick now! Bring us into a dive!"

Hanna's actions were her reply as she pulled the stick as far back as she could, bringing the jet into a roll before completing the turn just in time to see the complete underbelly of the Su-30. Hanna's finger on the trigger tightened and a stream of 20mm HE-I rounds flew forward towards the stalled craft, impacting all along the belly of the beast and starting a fire near the engines.

"YES! That's right!!!" Hanna cheered as she watched the wreck enter a dive nose-first towards the ground.

Sometime later at a safer altitude the two crew of the Bishop-Lead craft ejected in hopes of saving their lives, as the F-4E dove towards the ground Vladimir watched as the chutes deployed and the two crew began floating towards the ground but in the darkness couldn't tell if the two crew were alive or not. Ejections at high speeds like those achieved in steep dives over a long period of time could be just as fatal as the plane hitting the ground nose-first. As Hanna brought the F-4E to a level flight Vladimir wondered if the two survived their ejection at 11,000 meters. Just in case they did Vladimir decided to give a parting broadcast over open radio channels.

Wolf: << Bishop-Lead, good fight, we look forward to another match if you guys survived your ejection there. Until then though, Morena, this is Ghost One-Five...scratch one times Flanker-C...Bishop-Lead is downed. >>

Hanna let Vladimir finish his little before switching the channel to Morena's encrypted channel and announcing:

Bear: << Scarecrow One-One, this is Bear, Ghost One-Five is Winchester on Air to Air missiles. We've got about two hundred rounds of twenty mike-mike HE-I left and an ECM pod. What do you want us to do? We can provide distraction, ECM cover, can strafe ground targets, or engage in another dogfight...though without missiles we're becoming a bit less useful against these newer fighters. Bear, Over. >>

Total Victories:

2x MiG-29 "Fulcrum"
2x An-124 "Condor"
1x Tu-95 "Bear"
1x Su-30 "Flanker-C"

Remaining Munitions:

1x M61A1 Vulcan Cannon (199 Rounds of HE-I Remaining)
1x AN/ALQ-131

by **Kassaran** » Sat Apr 30, 2016 10:27 pm

Lieutenant Markus Pearsohn
Callsign 'Praeses', Hangman 3
Battle of Ansan, Ansan, Seian

<<Copy that- Zed-Four-Two-Nought-One-Zed-Two. Keypad Six?>>

<<This is Kamaitachi Leader, we hear your friend, but that area is significantly out of the way and we likely don't have the time to waste on relieving him from his current position. I'm sorry to say, but your mercenary friend is going to be on his own unless by some miracle they can extract to some point along our route, and I don't think I should give that out over the open comms.>>

<<This is Beolsae Leader, I'm one of mind with Kamaitachi Leader, we cannot waste what little time in the District picking up strays. As much a I wish we could help them, we have an objective and a limited time to complete it in. If they can make it to the center, we could probably help them, but even then that's a stretched opportunity.>>

A gloved hand painfully slammed into the space between Praeses and the empty seat where a copilot would be. HE didn't have the time either to be going out of his way to pick up Aguila either, but he couldn't just leave them in the open like that. No doubt there were far too many for him to take in his own chopper and even if Beolsae had agreed, there likely still wouldn't have been much opportunity. Shaking his head, the helmet weighing heavier now than it seemingly had a few minutes later, he thumbed open the comms and sent back the message.

<<Praeses to Aguila, I'm sorry partner, but I can't help you. Your current location is too far off of our operating grid and we don't have much time left, not with the ashes starting to fall. Our engines are already beginning to show diminished capabilities. If you can reach the besieged position in Zakiabara after we hit their local flank, we could likely link back up in the main Rendezvous set. Besides that, I don't have anything for you. I'm sorry.>>

Opening back up the throttle as he slowly turned his helicopter from the direction of his downed wingman, he took a long hard look at the men around him, the small bug-like appearances of the other nearby Cayuse's and the trail of ants that was Kamaitachi. All of this armor, all of this ammunition, and not a single thing he could do about it. Already now, it was certain that the local Beiarusian paratroopers were closing quickly on the location given away by his own wingmate, it had been a gamble and they'd lost it. Gritting his teeth as he tried to force the impending death of his comrade off of his own shoulders and onto the shoulders of his enemy, he couldn't get rid of that feeling that somehow he was still responsible. Somewhere nearby, streaking out of the smoke clouds overhead and engulfed in flames came another plane, massive, followed shortly by another. The faint engine-glow of the various fighters locked in mortal combat, like oh so many fireflies across a darkened meadow in the middle of summer, he watched their dogfighting with something of a jealous envy. To be up there, if he had been able to get up there he'd might not be in this situation now. They'd have just that many more guns and that many more missiles, but this was painful. He was having to leave one of his own behind.

Zakiabara Outskirts
The Battle of Ansan; Ansan, Seian

Fires streaked the skies above the slow moving groups of Beiarusian soldiers slowly picking their ways through the abandoned streets. The sounds of gunfire and the explosions coming from far above or far away echoed eerily through the barren streets, the lifeless corpses of the cars that had once populated now sat, slowly becoming covered in a thin layer of soot and ash from the many fires burning. Some sounds of the locals in discomfort could be heard and the sharp reports of rifle-fire being exchanged between city defenders and the Beiarusian paratroopers could be heard. Now the comms had come alive with the sounds of excitement as one of the strongholds had been revealed. It was only a grid reference, but enough had been collected about the city by intelligence operations in the area beforehand that they had a generally good idea of where this location was. If this was what they were looking for, it could compromise the resistance operations in this area and bring this section of the district to a grinding halt in the fighting as the Beiarusians seized their inevitable advantage.

<<Mustang Squad, moving for grid section AY-12. Supposed local resistance present. Requesting immediate fire support via local ground elements, over.>>

<<Crane Squad copies, pushing from North, you loop from West, Stork is already resetting to allow for enhanced fire support capabilities. We'll lure those chinks out into the open and mow them down where they stand.>>

<<Stallion Squad also moving to cover the South. We'll keep any locals from getting past, you just take care of them slit-eyes for us.>>

<<Understood, begin sweeping AY-12 for enemy resistance.>>

It couldn't take too long as the troopers began their sweep, there wasn't too much really to look for or at in the way of supposed hiding spots, they'd already had several squads go missing in this area earlier, so the idea that it was close stayed well in their mind. Fortunately now for them, they had the advantage of a sniper overwatch team, the occasional civilian dropping dead in the street as they made the mistake of trying to run for a different set of cover as the fires sweeping the area made their way through their last refuge. Not more than three minutes in though, the comms were springing back to life as this game of cat and mouse now suddenly obtained a brand new player. The Dogs.

<<Stallion to Stork, we need eyes over here. Some asshole civilian down the street keeps flashing their lights on and off at us. They got some sort of sports car, keep revving the engine. Giving away our location for a good kilometer, copy?>>

<<This is Stork, we copy, getting eyes on, give us one minu->>

<<Oh shit, they're coming this way, there's more! Quick! Run! Take cover! they've got guns! Oh god! They're storming the blockade, we can't->>

The Dogs

"Make the call! Go go go! The boss wants a clear run!"

The sounds of various multinationals cheering as they hung out the windows of the their overtly souped up and most likely illegally imported cars was nearly drowned out by the sounds of the engines in question giving away immediately the nature of their design. While perhaps every other car in the road had a thin layer of ash built up on it, these had been quietly wheeled into position behind the lead car, a sleek black Aurellian design with solid black window tint. A window slowly rolled down in the driver's position as a long suit-sleeved arm reached out with a single small gun in hand. A click, a bang, and the howling of nearly a dozen car engines filled the air with a chilling and inhuman sound reminiscent of a dog's own howl.

The Dogs, illegal street racing and thieving ring that had been running from under the wing of the man in charge of Ansan's criminal underworld -Anton, had now been let loose upon the city in a way they'd never expected before. Generally they'd be lying low in a situation like this, that's all they wanted to do anyways, but the call to arms alongside the chance to tote some free guns alongside a small cash bonus for their assistance had them raring for action. As the bright red streak of flame from the lead car rose, the sharp smell of burning rubber had the air filled with grey-white smoke as four waves of cars seemed to suddenly rip down the city avenue. Brilliant flashes of gunfire quickly filled the air as those hanging from the car windows opened fire. They weren't particularly powerful weapons, the occasional submachine gun being present, but mostly pistols were prevalent. It didn't matter though as they did their job quickly enough.

The return fire from the Beiarusians, stunned and perhaps more shocked at the idea of the criminals coming out of the woodwork in such a flashy show of arms, quickly diminished as they routed from their places on the streets and dove for cover even as several were caught in the maelstrom of bullets and fell to the ground. Headlights brightly shining in the ash-fall, the rows quickly fell into their separate echelons as the various cars took up their general running positions. Dead center though was something unprecedented as now the flashes of gunfire ripped into one of the light vehicles commandeered by the Beiarusians. A single Yutobanian Armored Personnel Carrier. If there was to be but one man who could smuggle a full-on military vehicle into the heart of Ansan, it would be Anton, now safely peeling back and towards safety from within the driver's seat of his own Aurellian sports car.

"Godspeed friend."

Lieutenant Markus Pearsohn
Callsign 'Praeses', Hangman 3
Battle of Ansan, Ansan, Seian

<<This is Kamaitachi Leader, can one of you boys in the helicopters cast a look towards the right and tell us what the hell is going on? We've got reports coming in from hostile ground comms that there's massive friendly movement, but we don't have anyone in that area as far as we know...>>

<<Roger that Kamaitachi Lead, we have visual and I can confirm rapid movement through the city, looks like traffic of some sort. Multiple vehicles and gunfire. Lots of it.>>

Markus, whom had been in something of a sour mood had been paying attention only to the general area of his chopper, trying to keep her airborne as he did what he could to not nod off as the helmet had steadily grown heavier. Now though, he was listening as Kamaitachi and Beolsae began to talk about this new group of friendlies, heading right for the supposed stronghold.

<<Kamaitachi, Have they identified themselves yet?>>

Negative Praeses, we have no idea who in the hell they are, just that they're moving fast and hard for that spot. Could be locals, but we hadn't been briefed on any QRF's in the city. We hadn't been expecting to maintain street clearance long enough.>>

<<Beolsae leader, requesting permission to establish visual with unknown friendly convoy, could be we're dealing with civilians trying to escape.>>

Markus wasn't stupid, he knew that any group of vehicles moving for a location just revealed to be a stronghold for city defenders wasn't going to be fleeing civilians, besides, this was the direction the shooting was happening and civilians didn't carry guns. Just as much though, Kamaitachi pointed likewise out.

<<Praeses, negative on that split, we've no clue who they are, but if they're toting that much weaponry, they're not civilians, or at least law-abiding ones...>>

And that's why I want to go- He almost said it too, old strings in his heart being plucked by the idea of being a part of a rush again, but he held his tongue and responded as expected.

<<Copy that, I'll inform Aguila that he's got company->>

<<-Scratch that Praeses, I think he'll know by now.>>

The Dogs

Tires screeching as handbrakes and gears churned over and over, the sounds of what could have been some Usean racecar derby now had been carried over into the roads of Zakiabara's outskirts. Headlights and gunfire lit the streets around the convoy as they carved a path through the darkness straight for the heart of the location given. Dirty cops and plenty of preparation had given much of the criminal elements in Ansan clues as to where to avoid looting as to avoid legal reprisal. Now, against all intuition and rules put into play before they were running straight for the law. Insults and vulgarities cast out either side of the sports vehicles as they whipped down the urban streets with careless abandon, a sudden flash of light as a rocket lanced out from a nearby storefront as the formation began to cross it sent the nose of a small Seianese-make high-performance vehicle into a thousand pieces and sent it flipping end over end and to the edge of the street where it quickly wrapped around a signal-light post before taking it down. The driver killed, if not instantly by the concussive force of the rocket slamming into his vehicle was now certainly crushed to death in the flaming wreckage of his vehicle.

A burst of light machinegun fire from another building, slightly elevated sent one of the cars in the middle of the convoy skidding to the right as the driver turned into a reddish hunk of pulp and meat beneath the sheer force of the rounds hitting him. His vehicle was promptly sent skyward however as it made the errant mistake of moving into the path of the flagship of this overland-convoy. The burst sustaining its fire suddenly receiving tenfold as the heavy machinegun mounted to the roof of the BTR seemed to whip into position and send an angry retort back. The overlying machine-gun nest fell quiet for the remainder of the two or so seconds the convoy took to pass it. Already they'd taken several other casualties in addition to just those two, but they'd reached their position as the finally publicly broadcasted location of the Sieanese defense outpost was reached. Several of the vehicles speeding on past, taking the time to apply their handbrakes so as to swerve to a stop managed to do so rather cooly. The BTR on the other hand took less than a few seconds to stop off to the side of the road as the corpses of a Beiarusian patrol littering the nearby area seemed to give away the defender's presence.

The top of the BTR's driver's hatch opening, a Seianese man rose up from it and called out, hoping he'd be heard," Aguila! Aguila! I know Praeses! I take you to him now! Hurry! Bring your friends! We haven't much time!"

by **Beiarusia** » Sun May 01, 2016 2:50 pm

Ansan, Seian

The paratroopers had met little resistance on their march towards the city center. A separate unit had baited the local defenders towards the Zakiabara District, a ploy that had left the more vital zones of the city substantially undefended, enough so that a small unit had managed to breach through several defensive points relatively unopposed. The soldiers, now reinforced by additional troops from a secured LZ, were now making their move on the Ansan administrative centre, aiming to take the local government buildings and the primary police HQ. A successful operation would place the majority of the city under Beiarusian control.

[150 meters,] the sergeant informed in his native tongue, using binoculars to sight a Seianese IFV as it and a squad of soldiers established a checkpoint. The transport choppers had not come quietly and local forces were scrambling to dig in. Not that it mattered. [Now.]

A shoulder-launched rocket streaked from a second story window, striking the IFV and detonating with enough force to peel away the outer armor. Troops closest to the blast fell, the others stumbling and ducking out of the way. Gunfire followed after the rocket, picking off the stragglers with brutal efficiency. All went silent in only a matter of seconds. The sergeant and his unit moved up, kicking aside the dropped weapons and checking the destroyed IFV for survivors. There were none. Joining the others they began their assault.

The city center was an open plaza where two wide avenues met. The municipal building dominated the southern end; the police HQ sat on the east end. Aside from a few trees and abandoned cars there was little cover to be found. A circumstance that local forces took advantage of. Troops on the ground were supported by those in the building, snipers and machine guns, laying down cover as the Beiarusians slowly pushed into the plaza. The sergeant led his unit along the buildings towards the police HQ, avoiding most of the gunfire before being engaged by several soldiers taking cover near the station. The firefight was fierce and the advance stalled. The defenders were holding strong, beating back the enemy, that was until the arrival of a Beiarusian vehicle. A light jeep mounting a grenade launcher that had been brought into the city by the choppers. The grenade launcher made quick work of the buildings, the explosives tearing apart the structures and throwing up a cloud of debris and dust, forcing the soldiers providing cover to fall back away from the windows. The Beiarusians pushed into the plaza now that the support fire had been neutralized, forcing the local soldiers to fall back.

The sergeant led the assault on the police department, breaching the front door as another fireteam entered from a side entrance. Across the plaza more soldiers were in the process of taking the municipal building. Retreating defenders held the station, joined by officers and SWAT that stood defiant against the invasion, giving their all to stave off the paratroopers but ultimately being pushed back. The sergeant led the unit to the second floor where more officers were dug in. Outside fierce fighting could be heard. The building shook as several explosions tore into the structure, the grenades from the Beiarusian vehicle decimating what little resistance remained in the police station. The sergeant and his unit advanced and, having been hit hard, the local officers that still could surrendered and were quickly disarmed.

It was only a matter of minutes before the police HQ was secured in its entirety. Soon after the government building would be taken as well. The sergeant waved over a private that carried the radio equipment, she turning her back so that he could call in their success. [Target secured.]

Capt. Aleksei Tallow “Null”
Ansan, Seian

The Voodoo screamed across the night sky as the battle over Ansan escalated to the point of chaos. The enemy squadron, despite having taken several losses, had easily swept aside whatever Morena and the SAF could throw at them, and air superiority was quickly being gained by the enemy. Null had been successful in stalling the enemy advance but only momentarily. Now he and a J-7 were being pursued by a pair of Su-30’s. The Flankers were relentless, outperforming the two older aircraft that could only just keep themselves out of the enemies’ gunsights. Null managed to pull away. The J-7 wasn’t as lucky. 30mm rounds tore into the plane, starting at the tail and working up to the cockpit, shredding the J-7 until only a burning wreck remained. The pilot was dead before he even knew it.

Null pulled into a hard maneuver as the Flankers continued their chase, struggling to remain conscious as he pushed his plane to its limits, something that the Flankers had no trouble in following.

“Take it easy!” Angel slurred, having not withstood the G-forces as well as Null.

Null didn’t answer as the Flankers sent a burst of tracer fire their way. The Voodoo was only just able to avoid a hit. The Su-30 was faster and more maneuverable, and flying in the open air would see them shot down with little mercy. Given that Morena was busied elsewhere Null was on his own for the time being. Knowing when he was beat in a direct fight the veteran pilot would have to rely on unorthodox tactics.

“Hang on,” he told Angel before swinging into another hard turn. He pulled high and then looped back down towards the city. Angel could only yell out in alarm as they passed below the skyline and sped in between two buildings and down the street. One Flanker followed but the other stayed high. Null reached the farthest he could go and pulled back into the sky. It wasn’t long before both Flankers were back on his tail, and so he turned to make another pass. The F-101 arched high and then dove back down for another take through the city. Both Flankers followed this time.

“They’re behind us!” Angel yelped out in a panic, gripping to the seat in front of her with fear.

Mononoke-2: << I see you. Keep straight. >>

Angel: << Sis? >>

Mononoke-2: << Just a bit longer. >>

The Voodoo was passing through the Zakiabara District, skirting too close to the battle below and even buzzing a squadron of allied helicopters that were moving in to support. Coming opposite were two SAF F-15’s. Null rolled 90 degrees as the Eagles opened up with their cannons as they and the Flankers tore pass one another and near full speed. The lead Flanker pulled up hard, into a cobra maneuver, avoiding the cannon fire but finding itself with little room to re-engage without losing altitude. Fighting a stall the Flanker used its powerful engines to push itself back into the sky near vertical and away from the buildings. The second Flanker was peppered by the Eagles and, before the pilot could react, had lost control, tumbling to its left and impacting a skyscraper. The plane exploded, raining down wreckage and debris onto the soldiers below. Null, tail clear, was able to pull away from the battle.

Mononoke-2: << That was awesome! >>

Neither Null nor Angel shared in the woman’s excitement.

Kokkuri: << Orders just came in. Ground forces are unable to hold the city and all aircraft have been ordered to fall back to Park Air Force Base. We are beginning evacuations. Morena, you are to maintain air superiority over the airport until all vital personnel and equipment is airborne. >>

Mononoke-2: << What?! We can’t just run! >>

Mononoke-Lead: << Follow your orders. >>

Null didn’t like it either but what choice did he have.

Null: << This is Scarecrow One-one. Fall back to the airport until we can go feet wet. >>

by **Anowa** » Sun May 01, 2016 5:06 pm

Lt. Jason 'Tombstone' Cain
Anxiety racked Jason as he approached the runway, his fuel levels were below the 100 pound mark, and he was still leaking something fierce. His radio had yet to pick anything up since it crapped out near the bomber squadron. All in all the situation was fubar for the Emmerian national.

Tombstone made the decision to turn on his running lights despite the risk, just so those on the ground knew that something was landing. After a few seconds of nervous hesitation, the wheels of Tombstone's landing gear squealed as they made contact with the tarmac. Well at least two did the gear that attached to the left wing was making a godawful grinding noise as it's deflated tire tore away from it's mounting. Tombstone began to throttle down in hoped that he wouldn't pitch into a roll.

The craft made a slow, methodical turn to the left that Jason could do little about. Inevitably he made contact with the green patch of turf between the taxi lane and the runway. It didn't take long for the extensively damaged craft to come to a stop, but when it did Tombstone started feeling around to make sure no part of him was damaged. Looking out the front of his canopy he spotted the craft of Joker and Gunny, with a small wave he opened his canopy and began detaching his harness.

It took some time, especially since it was so dark, but Tombstone managed to get free of the bleeding craft. His departure from the craft lacked any sort of finesse, he simply opted to get clear as quickly as he could. When he spotted the reason for his early landing he was sure he made the right decision, under the rays of moonlight the grass beneath the craft seemed like it was in a puddle. Said puddle could be nothing other than jet fuel. Tombstone wisely began to jog towards Joker's craft.

by **Tayner** » Sun May 01, 2016 5:41 pm

Anowa wrote:Snip

Joker had stomped out his cigarette and returned inside to the hangar just in time to hear the orders to retreat. Fuck. He thought to himself. The crew all looked around and the Cheif started giving out orders. "Everyone, get your shit. We're gonna finish arming the Viking, and catch the soonest transport out of here." He said, and after loading the last maverick onto it's pylon, and topping off the fuel tank, they scrambled to get their supplies and gear.

After giving the Cheif a nod, he returned outside to see a plane with its running lights on. He soon identified Tombstone's jet as it went from landing to crash-landing. As soon as the jet stopped, Joker ran over to the wreckage to see if Tombstone was alright. He soon saw the pilot climb out of the cockpit and start jogging towards him, so Joker kept his pace to meet him halfway.

"Hey, you alright?" He shouted to his fellow pilot between breaths as he jogged.

by **Anowa** » Sun May 01, 2016 5:50 pm

Tayner wrote:-snip-

To Jason's surprise, Joker met him halfway, asking him of his current condition. Jason replied, a bit out of breath, "I'm fine, yeah." He turned back to look at his plane, "Probably not gonna be heading up into the air again tonight though." A part of the pilot was still nervous about the current distance to the very large puddle of fuel forming under the F-20, so he continued to edge slowly towards the hangar, "Speaking of which, my radio crapped out a little after I shot down one of the bombers. How're things going with... everything?"

by **Tayner** » Sun May 01, 2016 6:07 pm

Anowa wrote:
Tayner wrote:-snip-

To Jason's surprise, Joker met him halfway, asking him of his current condition. Jason replied, a bit out of breath, "I'm fine, yeah." He turned back to look at his plane, "Probably not gonna be heading up into the air again tonight though." A part of the pilot was still nervous about the current distance to the very large puddle of fuel forming under the F-20, so he continued to edge slowly towards the hangar, "Speaking of which, my radio crapped out a little after I shot down one of the bombers. How're things going with... everything?"

Second Lieutenant Jeff Moreau
Ansan International Airport
Joker

"Orders just came in, we're retreating. For now we're supposed to hold air superiority over the airport, but I can't really do that in the Viking. After that, well, I don't know. Paratroopers have overrun the city. I don't know much else." Joker reported. "Well, how was the fight up there? I heard that another squadron just came in when I needed to RTB."

by **Anowa** » Sun May 01, 2016 6:11 pm

Tayner wrote:
Anowa wrote:To Jason's surprise, Joker met him halfway, asking him of his current condition. Jason replied, a bit out of breath, "I'm fine, yeah." He turned back to look at his plane, "Probably not gonna be heading up into the air again tonight though." A part of the pilot was still nervous about the current distance to the very large puddle of fuel forming under the F-20, so he continued to edge slowly towards the hangar, "Speaking of which, my radio crapped out a little after I shot down one of the bombers. How're things going with... everything?"

Second Lieutenant Jeff Moreau
Ansan International Airport
Joker

"Orders just came in, we're retreating. For now we're supposed to hold air superiority over the airport, but I can't really do that in the Viking. After that, well, I don't know. Paratroopers have overrun the city. I don't know much else." Joker reported. "Well, how was the fight up there? I heard that another squadron just came in when I needed to RTB."

Jason paused for a moment, that wasn't what he was expecting to hear, he thought they were doing well, "Retreating? Shit, didn't think it was that bad." The next question was seemingly harmless, although Tombstone was stumped by it, "Like I said, radio crapped out after I took down a bomber. No clue what had happened between then and now." As the two jogged towards the hangar Jason posed his next question, "Since we're retreating, you wouldn't mind if I caught a ride with you?"

by **Tayner** » Sun May 01, 2016 6:23 pm

Anowa wrote:Jason paused for a moment, that wasn't what he was expecting to hear, he thought they were doing well, "Retreating? Shit, didn't think it was that bad."

Second Lieutenant Jeff Moreau
Ansan International Airport
Joker

"It's not so much as the air battle, but the troops on the ground were just simply outgunned even with our air support." He commented about the situation. The next question shocked him. He didn't really know if he could just bring on another pilot, but he didn't want to leave a man behind. "Sure, you can ride along." He said as they reached the hangar. He looked at the co-pilot who was waiting for him and bluntly spoke. "You're now the co-co-pilot. By strict chain is secession in military structure and organization, Tombstone is now my co-pilot." He turned to Tombstone "You know how to press the right buttons so we don't crash?"

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