Ace Combat: Broken Line (IC/Open)

by **Beiarusia** » Tue Jan 09, 2018 11:43 pm

Major Aleksei Tallow "Null"
20:21 December 2, 1992 // Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia

The eight F-15C Eagles of Warrior were quick to follow after Snowcat, splitting formation with half going low to engage hostile anti-air whereas the others remained high on overwatch as if daring the enemy pilots to intervene. A single Fishbed moved to intercept but was chased off, and without capable air support the naval base was reliant on its gunners on the ground to provide some measure of defense. Tracers tore into the nighttime sky as the first bombs were dropped. A cargo truck narrowly escaped incineration; an APC wasn't so lucky as the blast tipped it end-over-end, a cartwheel of metal and screaming men. More explosions followed as the Eagles dropped their munitions. Then came the Seianese planes to repeat the pattern. Enemy AAA was ineffectual, and allied aircraft were allowed to disengage without so much as a scratch. They circled back around for another pass.

Elsewhere, the BRN Scarborough was making headway towards the open ocean, its defensive picket forming a formidable shield between it and the attacking aircraft overhead, but the allied squadrons were undeterred and already planes carrying anti-ship missiles were moving to standoff range. Low-flying missiles were loosed, and immediately after shipboard CIWS came online to counter the attack. Of the ten missiles fired only one reached its target. The closest ships retaliated with a barrage of surface-to-air missiles, downing a Seianese JH-7 as it attempted to slow to pull around, sending it and its pilots careening into the dark waters, as well as hitting two Dorusian aircraft for light damage. Another attack by four F-15E Strike Eagles fared little better.

The battle in the sky was turning to the favor of the allies. Two MiG-21's had been shot down early on in the engagement by Reaper, and while Jiangshi stalled the enemy Fencers an enemy Flanker had been destroyed by Null with assistance from Angel. Not that casualties had been avoided. A friendly F-16 had been lost in the fighting as had two Chengdu J-7's, the latter pair having been avenged soon thereafter. The enemy aircraft were losing ground, but they were making life exceedingly difficult for the allied squadrons, their pilots both skilled and desperate.

The enemy knew that this skirmish could well decide the fate of their nation. They wouldn't make things easy.

Code: Select all: ALLY Warrior -> APC Warrior -> Tank Warrior -> SAM, Fixed x2 Warrior -> AAA Q-5 Fantan -> Cargo x2 Q-5 Fantan -> AA, Fixed Q-5 Fantan -> AA, Fixed Q-5 Fantan -> AA, Fixed Q-5 Fantan -> AA, Fixed x2 Q-5 Fantan -> SAM, SPAAG JH-7 Flounder -> N-Frigate F-15E Strike Eagle -> N-Light Reaper -> MiG-21-93 Fishbed Reaper -> MiG-21bis Fishbed Null/Angel -> Su-27M Flanker-E F-16A Fighting Falcon -> Su-33 Flanker-D ENEMY Su-27M Flanker-E -> F-16D Fighting Falcon Su-33 Flanker-D -> Chengdu J-7 x2

by **Rupudska** » Mon Jan 15, 2018 3:06 pm

There was really only one purpose to carry anti-ship missiles, and that was to destroy ships.

And it was for that purpose that she was flying low and fast, practically skimming the water and far too low for any anti-air missiles from the ships to hit.

Ships and planes shared a similarity when it came to attacking each other.

Each needed luck to avoid or block the enemy's fire every time to survive.

But the enemy, the enemy only needed enough luck to hit once.

And it at last came, several minutes into the battle, that the Scarborough's luck ran out. An opening in the battle group's anti-air net just large enough for a certain Nordennavican fighter jet to pass through, loaded down with anti-ship missiles.

Like a torpedo bomber of old, she dove further down to the water and accelerated to as fast as the plane's Volvo turbofan would take it, just above the speed of sound. All the speed Hound's plane could take to maximize the amount of time she had to fire.

<<Firing.>>

She decelerated to subsonic right before firing. The RBS-15 Mk I was a Nordennavic-designed anti-ship missile with a range of up to 70 kilometers and launch-only guidance. The Mk 82 unguided bomb was a simple cigar-shaped canister of high explosive, guided by inertia and the grace of God.

At this distance, launch-only was all the two missiles needed to hit a target the size of an aircraft carrier. And even a rookie could hit the broad side of a carrier with a bomb.

Loadout remaining:
2x Mk 82 UGB
2x AIM-9M Sidewinder

Hits:

1x CVN (Severe damage)

by **Ubaria** » Mon Jan 15, 2018 7:02 pm

Captain Noel 'Aguila' Silva & Maria 'Outlaw' Ferrerio
Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia

Too close for Radar guided missiles to be effective and the fact that the two MiG's and the Falcon were approaching head on made the usefulness of IR guided munitions dubious at best, there was only one other option at such a close engagement range. Noel mashed the trigger as soon as the gun pipper passed over the first approaching Fishbed, unleashing the growly staccato report of the 20mm Vulcan which flung fiery hot lead into the night sky. Not a split-second later, both approaching hostiles responded with their own 23mm cannon fire, lighting up the area in the immediate vicinity of the Falcon and despite the amount of gunfire in such a close vicinity, both sides failed to make any mark and passed one another perhaps within dozens of feet.

Of course the Falcon had the turning speed advantage against the aging airframe of the MiG-21's and quickly made a sweeping turn 180 degrees before either Fishbed had time to make even half of their turn, making the rear exhausts a prospective target, even whilst the enemy pilots were winding down the throttle. No sooner than the Sidewinders had acquired a target, a pair were unleashed on one single aircraft. Maria called the missiles.

<<Fox Two, Fox Two>>

Missile one curved and missed as flares spouted from Beiarusian plane, the second was at terminal phase and crashed into the starboard side, a hefty 25kg of explosives blossomed outwards and the punishing wave of pressure resulted in a less than fortunate end for the aircraft and indeed its occupant, which showed no signs of vacating his craft as the fireball claimed all.

<< ¡Eliminado! >>

The other Fishbed had obviously been spooked enough and descended to almost sea level, planes from Jiangshi took over the pursuit of the scarpering hostile and others that had turned to engage, leaving Aguila to re-position.

"We won't get to that carrier at this rate. Time to wade in?"

"Let's do it. We can sneak in the back door."

Many of the ships had their attention turned to the masses of SAF and Dorusian aircraft buzzing near to the carrier group, point defenses and anti-aircraft fire were focused around preventing missiles slipping through. A lucky missile delivery from an uncovered vector would devastate the smaller missile cruisers and perhaps heavily damage the larger ones to the point they were combat ineffective. Smaller vessels would be more difficult to hit, the warm resonating glow of a nearby frigate on the FLIR camera was a more optimal target than a fast moving cutter or missile patrol craft. A single Maverick placed just right would be enough, the F-16 went low, not exactly to sea level but not high enough to be singled out on a fire control radar either, once the Frigate was within effective range, the missile darted away.

<< Missile away. >>

Something began pinging the Falcon directly, a nearby radar signature from a missile cruiser or such forced the plane away, however the IR seeking Maverick was independent and remained true until the end, impacting the BRN Rhuna rear port side, near to the engine. The explosion claimed a large section of hull and inflicted heavy damage, two torpedo tubes were blown clean away whilst the rear 40mm CIWS detatched from its housing, further above the Radar illuminator had taken irreparable damage, not to mention the engine itself which was belching smoke, leaving the ship to slowly drift to a halt.

Remaining Munitions
430x 20mm SAPHEI
0x AiM-9 Sidewinder
2x AiM-120
1x AGM-65F
2x GBU-12
1x LANTIRN POD

Kills

1x F-3 (MiG-21bis Fishbed-N)
1x N-Frigate (BRN Rhuna) Heavy Damage - 40mm Cannon, Offensive Radar, Engine & Propulsion

by **Relikai** » Mon Jan 15, 2018 8:39 pm

Second Lieutenant Kenneth Falkenrich 'Iceterine'
Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia

Enemies in the air, as Iceterine followed the planes providing air cover. It was his job to ensure that the bombers get to their targets, that the skies were clear enough for them to do their job with only the ships to worry about. Even then, the ships themselves won't be easy. Iceterine was born close to the start of the era of modern CIWS systems, and enough trips to the Aegir Fleet during exchanges and military exercises informed him of their anti-air capabilities. Guns... missiles... what a plane could launch a ship could do it better, with multiple reserves of weapons. Getting through the cloud would not be easy, but the need for improvement for the defenders were proof that no defence was ever foolproof.

Iceterine: << Scarecrow Four here. Try attacking a single target from multiple directions. Come from its front and rear to distract their countermeasures.>>

That was what advice he could give. Arming an anti-radiation missile, Iceterine selected a nearby ship, a frigate from the size of it, launching the weapon as it soared right towards the radome of the warship. Tracers could be seen flashing, firing at the incoming missile, but it traveled much faster than the usual anti-ship missiles or bombs. A flash, and the ship wobbled slightly from the force of the explosion. There was no critical damage to its superstructure, but a fireball marked where its critical targeting systems were. It could fire blindly, but given it being dark, the crew would be much better off abandoning ship before more bombers hit it.

There was no time to celebrate, as a warning blared over his headset. An Su-33 Flanker-D on his tail, the Beiarusian plane scoring a hit as a heavy thunk sent vibrations throughout Iceterine's Flanker. A quick twist of the joystick sent his plane turning away, Iceterine focusing on getting away as the enemy pulled away from its pursuit. His breathing was quicker now, as a quick check on his systems determined what the round has hit. A shot on his controls, Iceterine's plane was now on a perpetual tilt to the right, something he was trained to compensate for but an irritation still.

A quick look showed the enemy Flanker on his radar, coming in for another pass. Another blaring, but it was a missile this time, firing from a ship as he turned his plane upside down for a quick dive. The glowing sign of its flaming exhaust told him enough of its projected path, as Iceterine pushed his plane forward, seeking to create an angle awkward enough for the SAM to miss before making a dive for the deck. Another missile launch, this time from his Flanker, sent his other anti-radiation missile streaking towards a destroyer, but a premature explosion had Iceterine cursing at the miss. This would be a tough fight.

Remaining Ordnance -
8x R-73 (AA-11 Archer) SRM
2x R-77 (AA-12 Adder) Medium range missiles

150× 30 mm autocannon

Kills -

1x Frigate

by **Beiarusia** » Mon Jan 22, 2018 6:19 pm

Major Aleksei Tallow "Null"
20:21 December 2, 1992 // Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia

They were coming back around for another pass at the enemy. The DAF Prowlers took point, loosing another salvo of anti-ship missiles before pulling up and away, clearing space so that the SAF aircraft could add their own munitions to the mix. CIWS opened up but was unable to intercept the majority of missiles. A corvette was bisected, the first of several to be sent to the bottom. A destroyer was listing to starboard, bleeding oil into the water; a minelayer was engulfed in flames; a cruiser had simply gone silent. The defensive picket was maneuvering to avoid the sinking wrecks, and in this moment of complete disorder a quartet of DAF Strike Eagles were free to dive upon the smaller ships that had been caught too far from the protection of their fellows.

The vanguard had suffered high casualties from the attack. The BRN Scarborough continued on towards the open ocean, its guard diminished but not yet defeated, but soon the carrier itself came under attack. Hound saw an opening, and despite the risks was quick to work her JAS39 Gripen into position, target locked, and soon thereafter two anti-ship missiles were trailing away alongside a lobbed unguided bomb for good measure. The first missile was intercepted and detonated harmlessly; the second was moments from impact when it, too, was destroyed, the blast causing minimal damage overall. The bomb, however, hit the The ships identified the offending aircraft and retaliated in kind. Bullets tore after the Gripen as it turned away, puncturing the fuselage, damaging the engine and causing severe damage to the internal components of the plane, and if the ire of the AA wasn't enough SAM's were quick to join in. The first two missiles were defeated, but the last scored a hit on the left wing, shredding it and sending the aircraft spiraling before some measure of control was regained. SAM's were still active, but Hound was beyond engagement range (or simply no longer a concern) as no further attacks came her way. The plane, however, could hardly stay airborne for much longer.

Allied aircraft were slowly gaining air superiority, but the carrier was launching more fighters into the fray. Pilots determined to protect their carrier no matter the cost. The Flankers were quick to gain altitude and were soon diving headfirst into the fray.

<< Princess: They hit our ship! What the hell are they doing up there?! >>

<< Prince: Tis but a scratch. >>

<< Princess: Dammit! I'm taking off. >>

Two red Flankers were soon airborne, and with their Aces up and away the enemy squadron was rallying with new vigor.

On the shoreline the naval base proper was fairing little better. Attacks from their air were whittling down the defenses, at great cost, and allied bombers were soon to enter the airspace. All capable ships were now pushing off into the harbor to assist the carrier group. The battle wouldn't last for much longer.

Code: Select all: ALLY EA-6B Prowler Sq. -> N-Light x2 / N-Frigate / N-Destroyer x3 J-H7 Flounder Sq. -> N-Frigate x2 / N-Destroyer / N-Cruiser F-15E Strike Eagle Sq. -> N-Light x3 ENEMY BRN Scarborough -> Hound (damaged)

by **The United Remnants of America** » Thu Jan 25, 2018 8:38 pm

Lieutenant Aiden "Frosty" Kelly

Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia

12/2/1992 - 20:23

The battle had been going in their favor. It was quick, and it was currently devastating on the enemy forces, which were taken almost completely by surprise. A couple of their allies had fallen, but the Seianese, Dorusian, and mercenary troops had been demolishing the Beiarusians. Even the arrival of Beiarusian reinforcements was unlikely going to slow the devastation.

Ravenwood had taken light damage, but that wasn't the real target they'd come for. Ravenwood was for the bombers, they were here for something else. The Scarborough had been gouged out, as had its entourage of ships. The other vessels in Ravenwood's ports seemed to be react for the first few minutes, but now seemed to be mobilizing. That was just as well.

Snowcat had split up. Panther had gone to take out some of the lighter fixed-wings to clear the way for the incoming allied bombers, while Warlock and Frosty had gone after the ships in port, trying to clear them out and needle as much of the Beiarusian Navy as they could get. The system had worked. Panther had been chasing after the MiGs and had gone quiet, nearly causing Frosty concern before she finally checked in.

<<Snowcat-2, confirm a Fishbed kill. He was a little more trouble than he was worth.>>

<<Copy that. I'm going in on another run of the port ships.>>

He'd been one of the first in, and had ended a cargo vessel, but after that, he'd surveyed the battle, making sure he could run in again. The AA at Ravenwood seemed more focused on self-defense at this point than covering the ships. But now he moved back in towards the port, confident he could bring revenge to more Beiarusian assets.

As he moved over the water, lowering his altitude, he laid his sights on a frigate that was swinging around, tracer fire streaming from its guns into the sky, obviously trying to hit something. On its helipad deck were two helicopters. One wasn't moving, but the other had its running lights on as if it were beginning to take off. Frosty decided that couldn't happen, so he quickly readied a Bullpup and fired it off, aiming it towards the frigate's tail end. He was coming at the ship from the side, and he doubted they even knew what was coming as Frosty aimed the air-to-ground munition down over the waves and into the aft section of the frigate between the two helipads, the semi-armor piercing warhead of the AGM-12C Bullpup exploding and punching a hole straight all the way through into the water below. One of the helicopters, a Ka-27 on the end of the frigate, was blown to pieces and scattered over the ocean. The other helicopter, a Ka-25 that had been readying for take-off was torn in two pieces and shoved forward by the blast into the bridge of the ship, killing several crewmen. The frigate, however, had been fatally crippled as water rushed up into the gaping wound in the aft section of the ship, it was a wonder the entire back end hadn't been sheared off from the explosion. Either way, as Frosty flew over the frigate to inspect his damage, it had already begun to sink into the water.

<<Mark one frigate and two helos off for me.>>

by **Tayner** » Sat Feb 03, 2018 11:40 pm

Second Lieutenant Alexander Tolshev
Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia
December 2, 1992

Enemy SAMs had taken the opportunity to engage Hazard as he made off, forcing the pilot to break right hard before diving and coming back around. The missile was trashed, and Hazard was back into the fray. The SAF and DAF had opened up a volley of fire on the enemy fleet, and Hazard joined in. He fired two missiles, his mavericks, at a cruiser, the first being defeated by CIWS, but the second striking it's waterline. The ship joined many others that were sinking in the harbor.

Hazard: << Scratch one cruiser. >>

In formation with the sinking cruiser was a destroyer and a few light vessels that has now turned their AA weapons to Hazard. Tracers started to light the sky up before he targeted a JDAM on the destroyer, dropping the bomb and quickly firing another maverick. The CIWS would destroy the missile, but the bomb would strike the vessel's starboard side, rocking the vessel in a large explosion and leaving a large hole in its hull. Not soon after the ship would take on water and start to capsize.

He would strafe the two light vessels that were a part of the once menacing formation of ships. The 30mm cannon would make quick work of the small vessels, and after a few runs and an observation, Hazard deemed the vessels disabled. It wasn't long before other ships in the area took notice of him, however a fellow pilot had managed to attract even more attention. Hound had smacked the aircraft carrier, drawing much attention from the fleet, allowing Hazard an opportunity.

Hazard: << This is Ghost-4, I'm going to finish off that carrier. All available hands, sound off! >>

He quickly thought up a plan of action, and relayed it to his allies.

Hazard: << If you have AA munitions, cover me. If you have air-to-surface weapons, form up and prepare to engage the enemy defensive ships. If you can, hit the carrier too. Let's blitz that boat! >>

He waited for a response and to see if others would form up with him as he came around on an approach vector against the carrier.

by **The United Remnants of America** » Sun Feb 04, 2018 11:01 pm

Lieutenant Aiden "Frosty" Kelly

Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia

12/2/1992 - 20:23

<<If you have AA munitions, cover me. If you have air-to-surface weapons, form up and prepare to engage the enemy defensive ships. If you can, hit the carrier too. Let's blitz that boat!>>

<<Snowcat-1 copies, Hazard. Panther, Warlock, copy? Engage the picket and engage any local hostile flyers.>>

<<Panther copies, moving in to attack some vessels.>>

Frosty moved towards the picket of remaining ships surrounding the damaged carrier. There wasn't a whole lot left to the picket, other than a few destroyers, there wasn't much notable left. Panther formed up off Frosty's starboard side, her rockets lancing out from her aircraft towards the water's surface, stitching a short line before two rockets hit a fast attack craft, blowing it to pieces. Frosty hadn't seen that little ship, and he assumed they had a MANPADS or some other small weapon that could threaten them.

<<Thanks.>>

<<Panther copies, moving in to attack some vessels.>>

Frosty decided one one of the destroyers in the defensive picket that was currently occupied with Hazard who had flown out ahead of them. The AA rounds were creating an almost white line from the destroyer into the air, moving as it followed Hazard and other allied aircraft. Frosty grinned as he loosed his last AGM-12 Bullpup.

The missile fell for half a second before it shot forward, its control being slaved to Frosty's control joystick, allowing him to steer it down towards the waterline, making the missile jink left and right as he used his other hand to keep his Thud from flying in a straight line. It took 6 seconds for the missile to impact the destroyer amidships, about halfway between the waterline and the deck, but the location didn't matter. The armor-piercing warhead blew threw the armored hull and slammed into the ship's interior, blowing up when deep inside the ship. The shockwave of the blast tore small holes along the ship's holes, but most of the crew belowdecks was injured in some way from the direct hit, if only incapacitated momentarily. The destroyer would survive for now, but it was marked for death. Frosty had given the small combat vessel a time limit.

<<Check one of those destroyers in the picket. Warlock, come in, how are you?>>

by **Ubaria** » Mon Feb 05, 2018 3:40 pm

Captain Noel 'Aguila' Silva & Maria 'Outlaw' Ferrerio
Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia

Echos of explosions thundered across the bay, often accompanied by the blossoming of flame erupting from ships as they succumbed to missile attacks, or indeed planes as the fleets defenses worked overtime to engage the plethora of targets headed their way. In a desperate bid to even the odds by just a little, every ship from the nearby harbor had been released and were rapidly powering across the bay to catch up with the main picket defending the Scarbourough. The flagship herself had taken damage, a daring assault by Hound had placed a high yield bomb into the upper decks of the aircraft carrier, gouging a significant portion from the vessel yet remaining ineffective on the operation of the ship as a whole.

Taking a moment to look away from the green tinted night sky, Noel glanced down towards his rightmost MFD display to which he found little intelligibility, the FLIR Camera was painting a scene of monotone calamity, the grey waters of the bay were almost occluded by the glowing white hot fire emerging from the burning wrecks of the Beiarusian fleet, that and the intense tracer and missile volume made targeting difficult. The Radar was a similar story, icons moving in and out of one another, appearing and vanishing at a moments notice, created an almost static like effect on the scope, impossible to humanly keep track of.

Bringing the F-16 low once more, Noel skirted the perimeter of the bay before swinging hard back south, putting him on the rear end on the escaping vessels. Whilst the enemy Close-In Weapons Systems were engaging targets from all sides, an opportunity presented itself. A cruiser pulling hard to port presented the full length of its side, using the LANTIRN Pod, Maria placed a targeting laser directly over amidships before Noel released the two GBU-12's stashed away on the underside of the aircraft.

<< Bombs, Bombs >>

Even with laser like precision guiding the munitions, the first bomb missed and slammed into the water, the second bomb would strike the point however and violently unleash the 500 pound explosions within, forcefully pushing the ship to one side and ripping a gaping breach from where water began to uncontrollably flood in. Secondary explosions also littered the ship and the FLIR could just about pick out sailors jumping from the side in a last ditch attempt to clear the doomed vessel.

<< Poor sons of bitches >>

The F-16 darted over the vessel and onward, pulling up over the rising smoke stacks of the crumbling defensive line.

Hazard: << If you have AA munitions, cover me. If you have air-to-surface weapons, form up and prepare to engage the enemy defensive ships. If you can, hit the carrier too. Let's blitz that boat! >>

The A-10 had already shifted into an attack vector, closing in on the carrier with deadly intent. This was their moment, it was all or nothing.

<< Copy Hazard, we'll follow you in. Ghost flight, this is it, hit that carrier with everything you have. Sink the Scarborough>>

Noel jostled the Falcon just off the rear of Hazards own Thunderbolt, keeping up with the larger attack aircraft was easy as it was rather slow, yet that would make it a target for hostile aircraft in the area.

Remaining Munitions
0x AiM-9 Sidewinder
430x 20mm SAPHEI
2x Aim-120's
1x AGM-65F
0x GBU-12
1x LANTIRN Pod

Kills
1x F-3 (MiG21bis Fishbed-N)
1x N-Frigate (BRN Rhuna)
1x N-Cruiser

by **Relikai** » Tue Feb 06, 2018 11:54 pm

Second Lieutenant Kenneth Falkenrich 'Iceterine'
Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia

It was odd, seeing a Thunderbolt in the operation so far from land, but effective in its ordnance capacity and ruggedness. However, even if it were to be tested, the incoming onslaught of fighters would prove too much for the attacker who already had to deal with a bunch of pickets and whatever's left of the fleet who are still throwing considerable amounts of lead into the air.

Meanwhile, the latest wave of enemy fighters have regrouped, splitting up once more to take care of the multiple planes attacking the carrier from several sides, aiming to overwhelm its defences and draw aerial resistance from the other groups of attackers. Iceterine pushed his engine forward, the slightly damaged craft kicking into action immediately as a volley of AA-11 SRMs found their target, a Fencer bursting into half followed by a Flanker-E as he knifed through their formation. Four empty pylons where the missiles formerly were, the Morena Flanker immediately turned hard as the warning blare sounded in his helmet, Iceterine gunning the afterburners to gain some distance before diving towards the deck, tracer and gunfire coming at him from both sides.

There was a flash behind him, as the CIWS of a ship missed his wing and clipped the Fencer behind. Not waiting to let loose a missile, the interceptor pulled away, or tried to with Iceterine flipping his plane around, not losing speed in the face of a ship as a missile shot from his wing towards the ailing Fencer.

The fireball was bright, but only a small puff was registered. Tracers continued to fly at him, but more were focused on the attack group.For a moment, something crazy lit up in his mind, the thought of doing a stunt similar to one he did as a boy coming into mind...

Iceterine: << This is Iceterine. Enemy aircraft are in disarray. Follow my vector lead. >>

Supermaneuverability came into play as the plane continued its path along the attacking squadron. There was no time to explain much, except that once he got a bit of distance from Hazard, a bundle of flares were popped to mark out his position above the water. Not just for the squadrons to follow, but to make him an immediate threat to the carrier as the Flanker skimmed above the water surface, twin engines blasting tall geysers of water as the Flanker yawed left and right, flashes coming from its cannon as it headed straight for the carrier's launch deck.

There was little time to modify the target, the last R-77 medium-range missile falling from his wing as its motor kicked in. It was no AGM, but the bridge was similarly wrecked when the warhead speared itself through the command room when fired from practically point blank range. The warhead had no time to arm itself as Iceterine skimmed the deck of the carrier, cannons rattling at the surface as crewmen tried to escape the afterburners, be it by jumping into the sea or by being blown off by the pressure...

Remaining Ordnance -
4x R-73 (AA-11 Archer) SRM

105× 30 mm autocannon

Kills -

2x Fencer
1x Flanker-E
1x Frigate[/quote]

by **Parcia** » Wed Feb 07, 2018 10:27 am

Dragon

He was bored.

He had been sticking to around 23,000 feet, acting as over watch for the rest of the flight. It had largely been uneventful for him though, other then a few spikes by lone range SAMs and the occasional ping by active radar from a Flanker, he had otherwise been unmolested. He checked his weapons again, thumbing through the master list.

Then the call out of a clear vector came out over the radio and he smiled. It was about time.

<<Dragon: Roger on that vector, moving in for a run>>

Flipping the bird over he dove, finding the burst of flares that Ice's flanker dumped. Closing in quickly, he switched his master arm to the twin Harpoons.
Holding until he gained tone, he sent the twin missiles right after Iceatrine's.

by **Tayner** » Sat Feb 10, 2018 9:02 pm

Second Lieutenant Alexander Tolshev
Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia
December 2, 1992

It wasn't long until the pices fell in together. Kelly and his Snowcat Flight made quick work of the picket, and many of Morena's best were forming up on Hazard either to attack the Scarborough or to cover them from enemy air, although simply a precaution with enemy air in wide disarray. A duo of J-H7s and another duo of F-16Bs had formed up with Hazard, along with with the F-16 of Captain Noel. Not soon after another pilot took the lead, guiding the mixed flight on the best attack vector.

Falkenrich had dumped flares and fired the first missile, with Dragon quickly falling in and sending another two missiles, not only destroying the bridge, but setting the whole island of the carrier ablaze in an inferno. The J-H7s rushed forwards next, each firing their last ASMs at the carrier's flight deck, but being caught by CIWS. One of the J-H7s took heavy damage to their port side, and two of the four missiles were defeated, but now it was Hazard's turn.

The CIWS already being overloaded with the fast and repeated attacks failed to address the approaching A-10 as it fired two Mavericks, each hitting the carrier's hull, well above waterline. However, a prolonged stream of 30mm Cannon rounds also tore into the closest CWIS turret, shredding the vessel's defenses. Hazard pulled up, and already started banking for another run when he crossed over the flight deck of the vessel.

Hazard: << I'm coming around for another run, everyone who's available, strike now! >>

He said, almost ordering. While he held no authority, he certainly spoke like it. He readied his last weapons, two heavyweight Mk 84 JDAMS, surely enough to finish off the ship after a little more beating. He observed the vessel as he banked, seeing multiple pillars of smoke rise from it, although it still continued on.

Prince: << Oh no you don't! >>

Hazard's RWR started to go off, the enemy ace descending upon the strike craft which had done considerable damage to the fleet.

Prince: << I've got tone- wait!>>

The offending aircraft finding itself offended by a familiar pair of Sienese F-16Bs, forcing the Ace to disengage and go on the defensive.

Ally-A: << We have you covered, keep going! >>

Hazard: << You heard them Morena! Let's finish that tub! >>

by **Beiarusia** » Mon Feb 12, 2018 1:17 pm

Major Aleksei Tallow "Null"
December 2, 1992 // Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia

The Beiarusian fleet was making a desperate last stand. Many ships had already been lost, sunk or else disabled, the defensive picket having been torn asunder to the point of combat ineffectiveness. The BRN Scarborough had taken damage to its starboard side. The bridge had been hit, and the mighty vessel was now adrift in the harbor as crewmen struggled to restore control.

<< Enemy-N: We've lost contact with the Scarborough! >>

<< Enemy-N: The carrier's been hit! >>

Hazard was leading a final strike against the enemy carrier with Icterine and Dragon taking point. The Su-27M was pulling up and away from a successful strike; the F-16A wasn't as lucky. The first missile was intercepted by CIWS, and although the second slipped through a nearby destroyer was quick to retaliate, peppering the Estovakian with 20mm ack-ack. The F-16A was fortunate to escape with little more than a few punctures to the fuselage.

Above, the Su-33 of Princess was pulling up into an extended loop with two SAF F-16B's in close pursuit. The leading plane loosed a missile at the Flanker. Countermeasures were dumped as Princess twisted herself into a gut-wrenching corkscrew, the phosphorous flares trashing the shot. The second F-16B was moving into gun-range, the pilot straining hard to keep the agile Flanker locked dead in his sights, and with the HUD pipper crossing over the target he depressed the trigger. The Flanker banked away to safety, and in those fleeting moments the SAF pilot had to register his miss he was consumed by the 30mm autocannon of Prince who'd unknowingly positioned himself to intercept head-on. The cockpit of the Fighting Falcon exploded in a spray of burning shrapnel with the plane disintegrating entirely soon thereafter. His wingman tried to reorient himself but suffered a similar fate as Princess came back around. The remaining Su-33's (seven in total) flocked to their leaders and were soon diving upon the mercenaries like hawks with intent to kill those attacking their nest.

A missile strayed into the formation, forcing many of the lesser pilots to abandon the last-ditch attack as DAF Eagles intervened. Reaver was coming in high alongside Daemon and Skull Kid; Null and Angel were low. Prince and Princess remained on-target as the others pulled away to counter the new threat.

<< Skull Kid: Up high! >>

<< Reaver: I see him. Heh, he's good. >>

The Flanker pulled away from the attack. Another was jousting with Daemon, tracers cutting across the smoke-filled sky as the two aircraft passed one another. Angel was fencing two Flankers as Null repositioned.

<< Null: Fox Two. Fox Two. >>

The Flanker juked, narrowly avoiding the first of the two missiles, and although the second failed as well it forced the plane to abandon its pursuit of Angel, allowing Null the opportunity to close in against its wingman. The second Flanker escaped, but Angel was clear. She radioed her thanks before turning back into the engagement. Her cannon was enough to spook one-of-the-two Flankers into a poor position and it was quickly shot down by Null who was trailing after. Its wingman was bugging out to regroup with the two Eagles closing in from behind.

Code: Select all: ALLY Dragon -> Scarborough L-SAM (destroyed) SAF F-16B Fighting Falcon -> Princess (miss) Angel -> Su-33 Flanker-D (miss) Reaver -> Su-33 Flanker-D (miss) Daemon -> Su-33 Flanker-D (miss) Null -> Su-33 Flanker-D (miss) Null -> Su-33 Flanker-D (miss) Angel -> Su-33 Flanker-D (miss) Null -> Su-33 Flanker-D (destroyed) ENEMY N-Destroyer -> Dragon (damaged) Prince -> SAF F-16B Fighting Falcon (destroyed) Princess -> SAF F-16B Fighting Falcon (destroyed) Su-33 Flanker-D -> Daemon (miss)

by **Tayner** » Thu Feb 22, 2018 7:37 pm

Second Lieutenant Alexander Tolshev
Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia
December 2, 1992

Hazard: << This is Ghost-4, I'm going to finish off that carrier. All available hands, cover me! >>

He waited before the pilots of the coalition and the mercenaries answered before checking over his instruments. This was going to be akin to a trench run, but it would complete the objective. Once satisfied with the information his instruments presented him, he pressed his assault, finding the carrier's least guarded flank and pushing the aircraft as fast as she would go. It wasn't long before he was within range.

Hazard: << Pickle times two! >>

His last two explosives went soaring at the carrier as the fleet started to engage him, and his RWR started to sound. Multiple missile locks were detected, and he broke off hard. The two thousand kilogram bombs impacted the vessel, smacking into the starboard side's waterline. Pillars of smoke started to raise from the carrier, the beast succumbing to its many wounds, even taking down one of the Su-33s that couldn't escape in time.

Princess: << That bandit just scuttled our ship! You'll pay for that mercenary filth!

Hazard: << She doesn't sound happy, I could use some cover. >>

Princess: << You're mine, dog!

Prince: << I'll cover you! >>

Before Hazard could make any distance from the fleet two Su-33s broke from the fur ball above to engage him. They weaved around smoke columns as they tried to get a visual on the slow A-10, catching the hog in less than a minute. Princess would engage while the other Su-33 woman lag behind, covering the Ace while she attempted to force Hazard into the water where he has also sunk so many ships.

Princess: << Fox two! >>

Hazard dumped flares as he juked hard, the Su-33 simply reaquiring the target. Hazard ran a million courses of action in his head, and settled on one. The Flanker-D was heading just under twice the speed of the Warthog, if he hit the air brakes to reduce his speed they would likely go flying past him, giving him a window of escape.

And that's what he did.

One Su-33 flew past him, bearing the red markings of Prince. However Princess was too agile and smart to fall for such a simple maneuver, and she bled speed to keep the Warthog in her sights. While still overcoming the A-10, Princess would have the opportunity to riddle all of Hazard's starboard side with guns, before flying past in his wake, her quickly losing the craft's stability in his jet wash, but easily recovering it from much piloting experience and before she prepared to come back for another round.

Hazard looked back, his head on a swivel as he observed the damage. Engine #1 was smoking hard, so he had to cut it, and his side was torn to shreds. He tried to limp away from the battle space as the Su-33 hunting him would undoubtedly pursue him until they were completely drawn away from the fleet and their support.

Hazard: << My plane's hurt bad, and she's coming around for another run, I need some cover! >>

Princess: << Time to finish you, you bastard! >>

by **Ubaria** » Fri Feb 23, 2018 9:04 pm

Captain Noel 'Aguila' Silva & Maria 'Outlaw' Ferrerio
Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia

Things were happening much to fast to even register. Iceterine, Dragon and Hazard had all taken their shots and by the time it was the turn of the F-16, the Scarbourough was already within frightful proximity, there was little choice but to loose their last remaining Maverick at point blank range. The missile fell away and instantly sped towards the side of the stricken vessel, yet there was no time to stick around and observe the damage as several aircraft were now converging towards the attacking force. Noel wrenched the fighter into a tight right hand turn, climbing as he did so, clearing above the carrier by a football pitches length or perhaps less and carrying enough momentum to propel him skywards.

They were far from out of the woods yet however. Hostile SU-33's swarmed the skies like angry wasps, low and high, they were keen to avenge the destruction of their comrades and countrymen, starting with those who had just sunk their boat.

Hazard: << My plane's hurt bad, and she's coming around for another run, I need some cover! >>

Noel could just about see the 'Hog and its smoldering engine in the not too far distance against the backdrop of ash choked skies and oil slicked waters. In the best of situations, the A-10 wasn't much of a dog-fighter, against a pair of super-maneuverable fighters, Hazard didn't stand much of a chance if nothing was done. Aguila had the position advantage and the munitions to at least attempt to take one of the fighters out of the game, though the unique livery the Flankers were sporting suggested these were no rookie pilots. The two aircraft moved in tandem like a pair of Tango dancers, near perfect synchronicity between them, trying to take one would mean attacking them both. Luckily, Hazard managed to buy himself some time by cutting his velocity rapidly, forcing the Sukhois to split and move wide.

<< ¡Vamos! >>

Princess climbed high, opting to finish Hazard with a peppering of 30mm from above, rather than wasting precious missiles. The Falcon had the speed to intercept at the critical moment and forced Princess's nose wide with a bout of its own cannon fire, unsettling the Beiarusian pilot enough to warrant her peeling off the attack on Hazard. The Flanker-D wasn't defeated that easily though, the exceptional agility of the aircraft meant that the pilot could re-position without a second thought, turning to face the F-16 at a shallow angle.

<< Incoming! Break, Break! >>

Princess: << You poor mercenary fools. All of you. Archers away.>>

Two Infra-Red seeking missiles broke free from the craft, matching the Falcons trajectory with robotic precision and caught up in no time at all. Noel pulled the Falcon into a high-g turn, the incredible forces torturing every muscle for the duration, threatening to suck them into unconsciousness. A few seconds more passed, the fact that they hadn't permanently passed out meant that the missiles had been trashed by the combination of violent turning and countermeasures.

Princess roared past a few moments later, trying a last ditch attempt to cleave her quarry in half with more cannon-fire, but she had little range to play with and far too much speed behind her, meaning the roles were now flipped. Noel gave chase.

<< We can't outmaneuver that thing. It's too quick >> Maria was quick to inform.

<< We can try. >>

Both aircraft were now caught in a rolling scissors, Prince was observing the battle from a distance yet was still being harassed enough by allied forces to prevent becoming involved in the fight. Princess was becoming impatient.

Princess: << Get off my tail! >>

Princess broke from the scissors and powered away, swinging her aircraft around in a tight curve. Noel managed to bleed enough speed and kicked the rudder outwards, placing him on the inside of the Su-33's turn, yet within radar lock parameters. With barely enough pulling power, the Falcon managed to keep pace.

<< I have tones. Fox Three, Fox Three! >>

Two AMRAAMS left at speed, the two missiles blazing course through the night on a one way trip. Princess managed to dodge the first one with an artful flick of the tail, the second one reached her just as she was inverting, the missile exploded but just outside the lethal kill range, yet close enough to cause significant damage to both engine nacelles and the rear of the airframe. The aircraft rapidly spiraled out of control and quickly pitched almost vertically downwards.

Princess: << Fuck! I've taken a hit! Moran, i'm punching out! >>

Princess managed to escape the craft before it plunged into the depths of the bay at speed, leaving her helplessly dangling until she hit the frigid waters below.

<< Hazard. Your tail is clear. Continue egress at Two Zero Six, i'm weapons dry so i'll walk you out. >>

Remaining Munitions
320x 20mm SAPHEI
0x Aim-9 Sidewinder
0x AiM-120
0x AGM-65F
0x GBU-12
1x LANTIRN POD

Kills
1x F-3 [ACE - Princess] (Su-33 Flanker-D)
1x F-3 (MiG21bis Fishbed-N)
1x N-Frigate (BRN Rhuna)
1x N-Cruiser

by **The Central Shadow Nation** » Tue Feb 27, 2018 9:33 pm

2nd Lieutenant Vasil Cosmescu | Warlock
2nd Lieutenant John Kun | Nemo

<<We're good. Going after the base.>>

Warlock hadn't done much besides eliminate a small vessel. The F-16 hadn't taken any heavy damage so far and had been providing an escort to Frosty, trying not to let Snowcat-1 or Snowcat-2 out of his sight. He still maintained 3 of his Penguins and decided to pull away from his two wingman and decrease in altitude. Warlock called back to his weapons systems operator,"We're going after the base." The F-16 began to ready it's Paveway bombs. When will it stop... Warlock thought, looking at the naval base light up from the bottom. Fires rose up from buildings, with shots from all around the area illuminating the rest of the night sky.

The Osean designed multirole fighter dropped a Paveway as soon as it was in range, with the WSO of the craft, Ratio born Nemo, wasted no time. This bomb missed anything important, however the explosion caused a nearby AA truck to focus up on the sky. A barrage of heavy anti aircraft rounds came darting towards Warlock, with one impacting the fuselage, however it would cause no problems immediately. A second bomb was dropped with the same results as the first. Another barrage came but Warlock was ready. The final Paveway was dropped from the sky, and it managed to hit and destroy a small structure.

<<All out of bombs. Don't think I hit anything. Pulling around.>>

by **Beiarusia** » Fri Mar 02, 2018 7:38 pm

December 2, 1992 // Ravenwood Naval Base, Beiarusia

The battle was over. The Scarborough was listing to starboard, mortally wounded, and with the flagship of the Beiarusian Navy lost the remaining aircraft were quick to disengage. Only a single Su-33 remained overhead, flying low in search of its wingman who'd gone down defending the aircraft carrier. The pilot had ejected but radio contact was lost upon entering the brackish water. In the aftermath of a crushing defeat search-and-rescue would be no easy task. Allied B-52 bombers soon crossed into the airspace under DAF escort to deliver a final blow against the stricken naval base, and although spared total destruction the infrastructure was damaged to the point of inoperability. Ravenwood was no longer a viable asset.

Beiarusia had lost its final strategic resource.

Major Aleksei Tallow "Null"
20:13 December 5, 1992 // Ibaraki Foothills, Koga, Seian

"Watch your step!" Angel paused mid-stride near where a tree root had churned the simple dirt pathway, her lantern casting a warm and cheerful glow in the twilight of the grove. She wore a white tank-top and grey shorts with a backpack to complete the hiker's ensemble. Keen and energetic. Having identified the tripping hazard, she danced off on ahead of the others, her lantern a will-o'-the-wisp meandering deeper into the foothills outside Koga.

Null was careful of his footing. He, too, was dressed for the simple hike and carried a flashlight.

There was talk (rumors) of the war ending soon. The enemy had lost its advantage, and the coalition had already crossed north of the Tokage River. No official ceasefire had been declared as of yet but it was only a matter of time before the Beiarusians sued for peace. They had no choice. The Beiarusian Air Force had lost many of its senior pilots, and the navy fleet was in ruins, sunk or damaged beyond repair or else with too few serviceable vessels to be considered a credible threat. The army faired little better. Laask (a Beiarusian city) was likely to surrender in the coming days, and Braken Air Force Base was under threat. The personnel at Koga Airbase were hopeful for a swift end of hostilies.

With no pressing matters to attend to, Morena was allowed a few days rest. Angel had been unwavering in her desire to visit the hot springs in the nearby Ibaraki Foothills, thus Null and a few others had come to enjoy the evening, borrowing a few jeeps and hiking the trails crisscrossing the low mountains with Koga in the nearby distance.

Alcohol was undoubted stowed away in someone's bag so they'd likely camp out for the night.

Angel led them higher up the mountainside. A simple, effortless hike considering the low gradient. An old and weathered sign posted on the trail confirmed them heading in the right direction, and soon thereafter they arrived at a small lake, shallow and clear, bordered on its eastern edge by a collection of small ponds that bubbled with geothermal heat. The shore was mostly pebbles with darker patches of shale. A few trees — a willow overshadowed the springs — but the space was mostly open.

Null dropped his belongings near the tree, but Angel could not wait, stripping down without a care as to who witnessed her nakedness (Null was courteous enough to turn away) before jumping into the nearest pool with a splash. She surfaced a few seconds later with a laugh but, thankfully, kept much of her body submerged.

"Hurry up!" she called out.

Null was modest (more-so than his wingman) so did not strip completely (choosing to remain in his underwear) before slipping into the water. Instantly his body relaxed, the tension of the war seeming to melt away. He regretted not coming sooner.

"This is great. I told you this was a good idea," Angel said, floating over to one side of the pool with toes breaking the surface.

"It's okay," Null answered.

In the distance the faint howl of a Dorusian F-15 could be heard as it returned to base, but in this moment, isolated, the sound may well have been a trick of the mind. A nonexistence to the hear-and-now. Tonight they were civilians enjoying a much needed respite in a conflict that had overstayed its welcome. They could be soldiers another day.

by **Relikai** » Sun Mar 04, 2018 10:30 am

December 2, 1992 // Koga Airbase, Beiarusia

As Morena broke off for their rest after their successful strike at Ravenwood Naval Base, a flight of four F-16C Fighting Falcons came in late, three of them screaming in to land quickly as the last one showed traces of smoke coming from a damaged wing. The ground crew was standing by in case the plane skidded off the runway, the ground arrestor cables and aircraft net ready to catch the damaged aircraft as the squadron taxied off the runway. The last to land, Koga's single runway would be available for the damaged aircraft to land, with no waiting aircraft needing rerouting in case the runway gets blocked with wreckage.

The plane landed, its wings tilting side to side as it came to a halt, smoke visible from the burning rubber as fuel leaked from the damaged wing of the F-16. The tanks were mostly empty thanks to the pilot's action of dumping them before landing, the F-16 lasting the journey back to Koga only thanks to mid-air refueling, the damage becoming severe only after it cleared the sea.

Of the three F-16s which landed earlier, two figures looked familiar to the ground crew of Koga, as if they were back where they were a long time ago...

Kenneth Falkenreich 'Iceterine'
20:13 December 5, 1992 // Ibaraki Foothills, Koga, Seian

Hot springs.

Freaking hot springs.

Do they come with hot babes? If so it might just melt the ice.

He wondered if the others would come as well, at least the flight lead and his wingman seemed to be enthusiastic about this. Not much of a hiker, Kenneth seemed to lag a little behind as he navigated the rocks, his legs slightly aching due to war injuries, most notably a knee where the nerves to his back were slightly damaged by his ejection near the Ambean Islands years ago. Moving in a short sleeved khaki shirt and grey track pants, he carried a small pack which held his toiletries and towel for use in the hot springs.

The sight of Null and Angel in the pool sure did widen his eyes a little. He was used to hitting the pool with his fellow friends and comrades, including the businessmen he met in Osea after his military career in Erusea. Seeing a woman in the buff was something new, although he did turn away when he caught the hint of her changing, turning back only when she was in the water. His own body wasn't much to show off, although daily runs and physiotherapy followed by the occasional hard cardio managed to keep the fats at bay. healthy he is, but not exactly one with a bodybuilder's physique.

"Good stuff." He said, dipping into the hot spring in his own corner after losing his shirt and pants, choosing to keep his briefs on as a towel provided some cushioning between his neck and the edge of the pool. His muscles seemed to tense a little before beads of sweat began to appear around his forehead, the water of the pool seemingly rejuvenating the Erusean as he let off an audible sigh.

Kanzaki Yuria, Shimazaki Haruna

If there was an outing, one of the two women were certain on not missing out on the occasion. Despite her protests, Kanzaki Yuria was ultimately dragged over by the energetic Haruna as the two pilots secured leave passes from their commander for a successful mission in support of the Ravenwood operation, the four planes of Tenshi managing to knock out a power plant to allow B-52 bombers to level the naval base with little resistance.

Now free of their uniforms and changed into civilian attire, the two did turn a few heads back in Koga as they left mainly because they were dressed for the occasion. Simple shorts and light shirts, perhaps it was because of how different they'd look out of the bulky flight suits, or a change from the uniforms they'd wear or the standard olive green PT tank tops... one does indeed look different when given the chance to step out of the norm and into.

Not as enthusiastic as Angel, and aware of the presence of guys, the two came prepared in bikinis which did well to accentuate their figures, an aftermath of much shopping during their many off-days in their career in Koga. Hair tied up into a ponytail, Yuria lowered herself into the water slowly while Haruna slid in quickly, her feet finding the bottom quickly as she stealthily lowered herself down, eyes seeking the floating Angel as the predator went in for the attack, hands finding the Dorusian's sides as she went in for the killing tickles.

by **Empire of Donner land** » Sun Mar 04, 2018 11:37 pm

2nd Lieutenant Amabel "Knot" Allard|2/12/1992

Ibaraki Foothills, Koga, Seian

Following the beam of the flashlight and the dancing lantern ahead of them, Amabel wore olive drab cargo pants and a white T-Shirt with a black pair of boots, apart of her usual uniform, to be used as hiking boots for the moment. Clothes she didn't mind getting wet. The number and variety of clothes she had with her were limited and not particularly exciting, but it'd do for taking a break in the town or casual outings like this.

The path upwards wasn't anything to be taken too seriously, she'd been on more exciting hikes, like summiting the mountain that her families ski lodge was on. If there were snow and a good slope, she would have probably tried to get the equipment in, maybe from a mountaineering unit on the front if they didn't need extra. But these were foothills, not mountains, she doubted they could do anything too fun on them. Meanwhile, during her thoughts, the destination was ahead.

While some of the pilots stayed back, she seems obligated in some way to join one her flight mates and a friend to the springs. She stayed close to Ice and behind Null and Angel, who, upon getting close to the springs, ran ahead. She could hear an audible splash. While everyone changed briefly, Amabel stayed back for a moment next to the tree and dropped a messenger back containing her own necessities.

When everyone had settled in she went over and sat behind Ice on the ground, she wasn't particularly ready to go in the water, for now at the very least, she was fine. Though, she had a feeling somewhere that edged her on to do it. Even though she wasn't planning to take a dip, she still had the appropriate clothing underneath. Despite those, like Angel, who preferred to go it naturally. Maybe it was the feeling to just try something new, or something or someone else.

"Hey, enjoying the water?" she leaned down and asked, tapping on Ice's shoulder, getting comfortable in her spot, crossing her legs. She was sitting above him, bending down talk to him face to face. "I'd get in but... I'm not so sure about it yet." she tried to avert her eyes from Angel, who, despite mostly being under water, was still there.

by **Ubaria** » Mon Mar 05, 2018 10:50 am

Captain Noel 'Aguila' Silva & Maria 'Outlaw' Ferrerio
Ibaraki Foothills - Koga, Seian

If you had asked him several weeks earlier what he would be doing in the near future; hiking through the foothills of rural Seian to find a secluded hot springs would have been one of the last things on Noel's list. Not that he wasn't up for the experience, it was a well needed distraction from the wearying encumbrance that was war, a respite that had been well earned over the last few weeks of heavy fighting, Morena of which were almost always at the forefront of.

Their destination was a natural geothermal spring hidden away in some secluded area of the Ibaraki Foothills, a few miles outside Koga, their only route was an unlit and rugged hiking trail that wound its way up the shallow slopes. The trail itself wasn't much of a hazard although given the lowlight conditions, some care still had to be taken around some of the larger drops where the ground had weathered away with little warning, a misplaced step could still cause some injury if caution wasn't exercised, especially the slippery rocks which were starting to ice over with the biting December air. Despite the crisp winter temperature, Noel was comfortable with a simple grey fleece jacket that was open at the zip and a pair of olive drab cargo pants, his coffee tinted aviators were perched atop his curved brim 'Rudigo Lions' baseball cap. Slung over his back was a simple hiking pack containing an assortment of items.

Maria was similarly outfitted. Not bringing much personal belongings with her when she arrived, the Weapons Officer had borrowed various articles of clothing from Angel, which were ill fitting given her miniature stature but nonetheless she had managed to acquire a pair of slim fit leggings and a back pullover. The pair were located towards the rear of the pack, Angel's lantern cast a soft dancing glow somewhere up ahead, their only beacon leading them up the beaten trail. Eventually the lantern stopped, signifying they had reached their destination.

"This place is amazing." Noel commented as the spring came into view, the waters edge was shrouded in a fine veil of vapor, the surface mostly still until Angel came crashing down into it. Noel paused and hung his backpack on a nearby tree branch before shedding his outer layer of clothing and into his trunks underneath. He slipped into the water with Maria following soon after, not bearing as much skin as Angel but dressed in her underclothing, it wasn't far off.

Warm water did wonders for the body and mind, every pent up emotion and tensed muscle seemed to release, worries vanished and physical pain faded away.

Noel remained silent for a long while, enjoying the moment, submerged with the warmth of the water lapping up against his neck without a care in the world.

"Drinks anyone?" He asked casually, suddenly remembering about the unopened bottle of traditional Sapinese Tequila stowed away in his day pack.

by **Relikai** » Mon Mar 05, 2018 9:01 pm

Kenneth Falkenrich 'Icterine'
20:13 December 5, 1992 // Ibaraki Foothills, Koga, Seian

"Hey, enjoying the water? I'd get in but... I'm not so sure about it yet."

The voice had Kenneth turning to face the Aurelian, the man giving a chuckle as he nodded, shifting slightly so he was sitting straighter, his back against the rocky wall. Well, there wasn't much time to connect with Amabel after their flight, so this would most likely be an excellent chance to do so. The naked girl floating in the water seemed about to be ambushed by a Seianese girl he doesn't recognise, so attention was best invested in the woman beside him, expressing her doubts as she observed the pool.

"Don't worry about it." Kenneth replied, giving her a smile and raising a hand from the water, giving her a pat on the shoulder after drying it with the towel behind his head. "We're here to relax... been a while since I managed to do it... whew." He let off an audible sigh, wiping the sweat off his brow as he turned to Amabel again, his hair wet with sweat as he swept it backwards, allowing him a clear sight.

"Feeling nervous going in with the guys... or anything? I'm here to talk about it if you need an ear. The rest are pretty far to hear us I suppose.

by **The United Remnants of America** » Tue Mar 06, 2018 2:09 am

Lieutenant Aiden "Frosty" Kelly

Ibaraki Foothills, Koga, Seian

12/5/1992 - 20:30

Morena wasn't the only group of mercenaries that had been given a reprieve from the fighting. Snowcat had also been given a quick leave since they'd returned from the most recent sortie in Beiarusia. Aiden hadn't seen it himself, but reports were that Ravenwood Naval Base had been left in shambles and it would take months, if not longer, to bring the base back up to full capacity, if it could ever even be fully repaired. Beyond that, the Scarborough had been destroyed, as had a large portion of the Beiarusian Navy. Rumors were this was going to be a major setback for the Beiarusians for the rest of the war. And it was all thanks to Morena and Snowcat.

Lieutenant Aiden Kelly, known in his plane as "Frosty" or as "Snowcat 1" was leading the hike to their own part of the spa. Kelly had decided it would be best for Snowcat if they bond on their own as a team, but knew that it wouldn't hold up forever. Liora Cohen was with them, anyways, and the Levantese pilot would want some alone time, since she was the only woman on the flight. Vasil Comescu and Karl Kühn had also tagged along. Aiden hadn't spoken to Comescu or Kühn since they'd landed. The two young pilots had been on his shit list, since they seemed to bring nothing but bad luck to anyone they were around. Snowcat already had a whispered reputation around Koga AFB for having a high mortality rate, and Aiden knew it was only a matter of time until those kids offed themselves in some flight accident. Liora and Aiden had had bouts of dark humor taking bets on whether it would be combat or a mistake that took the two young pilots out.

Joining the four Snowcat pilots up the hill was a fifth man. The Belkan man was almost thirty, and had been out of Morena for a few weeks, but he'd been on the top of Aiden's list when the Vladimir and Hanna Tula had been killed and a replacement was needed. Lieutenant Wulf Hetzenauer, known by his callsign "Serpent" was the newest pilot to join Snowcat as "Snowcat-4." Wulf was the top of Aiden's list because Aiden knew Wulf well. Not only had they both served briefly with Morena, but they'd also both served in South Sotoa together as part of the infamous Wolfhound squadron, and Aiden knew the Belkan pilot and his A-4SU Super Skyhawk would be the perfect addition to Snowcat.

Wulf and Aiden walked in front, catching up like old friends did, while Liora followed close behind, and the kids followed in the back of the pack. All of them were wearing street clothes, but Aiden had "ordered" them all to pack a second set just in case they got wet before they got into the springs. It was natural here to bathe nude in the hot springs, but Aiden had insisted his flight bring swimming attire if they had any. Of course Wulf and Aiden hadn't brought any.

Aiden and Liora needed this to cool down. And Aiden knew Karl and Vasil would need this to try and clean their past mistakes and get ready for their next assignment. Wulf needed this to get ready to work with a new team. Snowcat could only benefit from these hot springs. Story had it magical things happened here, and Aiden was wondering if the magic was really the companionship one found while there.

Mentioning as much to Wulf drew a laugh, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Aiden rolled his eyes and glanced behind him at Liora, "Maybe, but I think there's something to it, right, Li?"

Liora snickered in response, "Sure. You ordered us to do R and R, and you didn't even give a choice on how to do said R and R. We're totally friends."

Aiden sighed and looked back ahead at the trail, "You're all just killjoys, that's it, just fuckin' killjoys."

Wulf and Liora laughed as the group finished the trail to the hot springs.

by **Empire of Donner land** » Wed Mar 07, 2018 11:06 pm

2nd Lieutenant Amabel "Knot" Allard|2/12/1992

Ibaraki Foothills, Koga, Seian

"Don't worry about it." Ice reassured Amabel, it helped her apprehension, if only a little. "We're here to relax... been a while since I managed to do it... whew." Ice continued while sweating, and he had a point. It'd been a while since she was able to not have to think about how to jink a missile off her tail, let alone stretch and just think calmly. Well... maybe... I don't know... she thought, arguing with herself in her head for a split second before she offered her own answer to Ice. She had all of this stuff crammed in her head to worry about now all of a sudden as the war came to a close, would she go back to Aurelia? Should she tell the Family of Rainer what happened to try to give some kind solace in death?

With all that, the answer wasn't hard to find with herself. It was straightforward.

"You know what... yeah," she said at first to herself, a small lightly voiced 'yeah'. "Sure! I mean why not. I've got nothing to lose besides stress right?" she answered confidently to Ice with a laugh, but also answered her own argument, putting away any anxiety behind the idea of slipping into the hot spring. It would be nice for once to just forget, which brought Alchohol to mind. She wasn't an avid drinker, nor shot taker at all, but if it was for just one night to completely loosen herself up. she'd do anything, she had convinced herself and it seemed like she had just the right companion to help her do it right next to her.

Amabel stood up and took off her clothing, leaving her in a 2-piece black swimming outfit she had put on underneath out of sheer indecisiveness for what she was going to do at the springs (it was either go in or just sit outside, she opted for both), revealing a somewhat thin but effectively toned figure. She placed her clothing on top of her bag by the tree and went back to the spring. She crouched down and crawled into the water slowly, above the springs she was rather cold, but now the water slowly climbing over her body and becoming immersed in the steam, she felt hot but it was a good hot, the 'I need a hot shower' kind. And she needed this, the tension in her shoulders went away and she just sat there breathing it all in. Her only words describing it, "yeah, this is not too bad," she complimented the Spring, talking to Ice. "Not too bad at all actually."

by **Beiarusia** » Thu Mar 08, 2018 11:09 pm

Second Lieutenant Mitsuko Kimura "Angel"
December 5, 1992 // Ibaraki Foothills, Koga, Seian

Angel sunk down into the water, self-conscious of the fact that no one else had stripped completely. Her sister — who'd recommended these hot springs — had been adamant in explaining the local customs, knowledge that Angel had shared on the otherwise uneventful hike up the mountain, and although it was customary to bathe in the nude it would appear that there was little interest in doing so. Angel was the odd-one-out much to her embarrassment. She contemplated the pros and cons of making a grab for her underwear, but doing so seemed almost more humiliating, so instead she remained in the water, hiding as best she could without making her mistake too obvious.

Had she been paying attention Angel would have noticed Haruna slinking across the pool like a fox sneaking into a chicken's coop. The smaller pilot attacked with a flourish of tickling fingers, and with a splash Angel escaped more-or-less unscathed.

"Missed you, too," said Angel after the uncomfortable laughter of her tickling had subsided a bit.

Haruna and Yuria — now official Seianese Air Force pilots — had landed at Koga Airbase due to a damaged aircraft in their squadron, and likely would stay until said aircraft was deemed airworthy to manage the trip back west to Murai Air Force Base. It was a sudden yet pleasant surprise, and the trio of friends had quickly picked up where they'd left off. Angel, however, glad as she may be to see them, couldn't help but to be disheartened in seeing their common sense in bringing swimwear.

If anything she expected them of all people to adhere to local customs.

Or maybe this was a cruel prank with Natsuko as its mastermind.

"Enjoying the new job?" she asked, friendly, but keeping just beyond Haruna's reach, a tad awkward what with her lack of clothing. No need to tempt the touchy-feely pilot. "Bet the pay isn't nearly as good, and with the war practically over you'd have had a nice retirement lined up. Guess you guys will be busy even after the peace treaty is signed."

The night was only getting better as Aguila announced that he had, in fact, brought along some alcohol. Angel was the first to claim her share of the offer with an enthusiastic flailing of her arm (careful to remain suitably submerged).

Alcohol was not the cure for embarrassment but it would sure help.

by **Theodosiya** » Fri Mar 09, 2018 3:55 am

Lt. Ivan Sidorov Vorkovich
"Raróg"

Ivan stares to the sky, few vodka bottle carried on his bag.He only wear a swimming pants and his berret, his uniform left in the base. For few day since Ravenwood strike, he drank slightly more than usual, not out of sadness, but out of shame. About how he managed to end up in a badly damaged Su-27 while fighting a Mig-21. How he limps back to Koga without even single fighter kill, or even boat. It cost him alot to fix Plamya, and even more time to calm his frayed nerve down. Only recently he started to go out of his room again for things outside combat training related, even then he still try to avoid the others, feeling that everyone would laughed at him or even hurl out insults. And he personally think that most people won't react well with a Su-27 flying nearly half a day, few days after the strike. Day by day, 122mm rockets would flies and explode, followed or preceded by Air to Air missiles launched from his fighter to targets posted safely away from the base. He even asked if he could train with other pilots from different squadrons, and sometimes act as the aggressor, fitting since he flies a Flanker.Well, at least I might have a prospect to return to Yuktobanian Air Force, if I managed to keep my nerve and my brain inside my fucking head, unless a Beiarusian missile end up in Plamya ass, he thought, as he sat next to a rock, watching everyone else. He contemplates to jump in with everyone, but, given what happens, he think that by that point he's basically a pariah to the rest of the crew, with the incident that happens and the nearly non stop flight of the Su-27. And a pariah must be kept away from the rest of society he bitterly thought, before opening his bag and pulling out a bottle of vodka out, alongside an accordion.

He take a sip off the vodka bottle, while watching some of the girl plays. His emotions changed from rage to sadness. Even after years breaking up with Vasilisa, he's still a lone man, and no woman looks at him. That's what you get when you're never feel enough, Ivan. She goes away, the love of your life. And you never feel it until you realized how much you love her until you saw her wedding invitation. And the lucky fucker who is her husband... he takes another sip from the bottle, and sighed. Inevitably, he also thinks about his parents and siblings. Most of all, though, is his young and fiery nephew, Vladimir. Boy must've grown up ever since last time I met him. Likes to talk about airforce, maybe joining up too... he stopped drinking and lies against the rock, trying to recall the old times.God, how I started to miss old times...

Ace Combat: Broken Line (IC/Open)

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