Ace Combat: Broken Line (IC/Open)

by **Theodosiya** » Sun Feb 24, 2019 10:02 am

Lt. Ivan Sidorov Vorkovich
"Raróg"
Su-27M
26th November, Koga AFB, Dorusian Occupation Zone

He silently watched as a new pilot join up. New meat, maybe soon gonna be sent home in ash box Ivan bitterly thought as he gulped a shot of vodka. The Yuktobanian had been confined to bed and grounded after a unlucky stroke of illness that forced him to rest, followed by a serious maintenance issues with Plamya the SU-27, that partially influence him to replace it with a SU-27M. "Yekaterina" (Catherine), he name the SU-27M, with new symbols and camo. After the defection of some of Morena pilot, he got questioned but quickly released after it become obvious that he was both unaware of a plot to defect and denounced the defectors as "Pile of unscrupulous piece of shits that deserve to be hanged, drawn and quartered". In fact, an idea starts to ferment inside his head, to put lifetime bounty on the defectors. Whether or not he'll do it isn't important, although he still thinks about how to payback the defectors. "Mudak! Hope I could put some rounds inside the meatbag they called head. Bunch of eagle, cows and sheepfuckers!" he mumbled. He looks at his glass, before walking to the mess, the vodka bottle on his hand, lid closed. As he walked outside he momentarily stopped to salute Null, and shot a distrustful glare at the new pilot. After exiting, he took a turn to the hangars, towards the one used for Yekaterina.

Ivan finds himself staring at Yekaterina in silence, before saluting it, saying "Slava Yuktobania" and drink one shot from the bottle. He then looked at the new fighter again, admiring the sleek design and the painting of camo and symbols on it, a two headed eagle each side under cockpit and large pagan deity symbol on each side of the fuselage. He smiled and left the hangar, this time toward the mess.

by **The United Remnants of America** » Sun Feb 24, 2019 7:52 pm

Captain Aiden "Frosty" Kelly

Murai AFB, Heian, Seian

12/25/1992 - 19:55

As the conversation drew down between the pilots of the Snowcat mercenaries and a lull settled in, Frosty took to taking more and more glances at the others across the rec room. They were huddled together, talking on their own, except for Zach and Mitsuko who'd wandered off. That left the rest of the recently-established Myojin Squadron, as well as the pair of Seianese pilots that had come to be known as the Duo. They still seemed quiet, as if they were going through some dramatic shit.

Frosty nodded to himself, reaching into the inside of his personalized jacket, retrieving a bottle of Scotch and setting it on the table.

Jyri looked sideways at Aiden, "The hell's that?"

Wulf chuckled, "Have you been holding out on us, Aiden?"

"Shove a cock in it," Aiden replied calmly, "It's not for you or me." He looked over to the traitorous pilots, "They need somethin' to cool their nerves."

Liora smiled, "How generous of you."

"I know, right? Money's running dry since I made all these jackets and hats."

Jyri leaned forward, "About that, didn't you say we were here for the money? Color me surprised, but we haven't been paid since we got here."

Liora nodded and pressed herself into the booth "Yeah, turns out money's tight and we're not at the top of the bills."

"Ain't that some bullshit," Jyri shook his head, "But you're right, they probably need it more than you do, boss."

Aiden rolled his eyes and pushed the bottle to Wulf, "You wanna do the honors?"

Wulf pursed his lips and stared at Aiden before grabbing the bottle by the neck and standing. The Belkan pilot sauntered over to a table that sat somewhat in the center of the other mercenaries and set the bottle down with a noticeable clink.

Wulf glanced over all the pilots and spoke in a sarcastically reverent tone, "A gift from our illustrious Herr Kelly, the glorious Blut Kapitän, may he fly forever."

From his table across the room, Aiden glanced at the pilots, grinned, and gave a mock salute with two fingers as Wulf turned smartly on his heels and returned back to the Snowcat team.

by **Tayner** » Sun Feb 24, 2019 9:45 pm

Second Lieutenant Jeff Moreau
Murai AFB, Heian, Seian
December 25, 1992

"They... what, or why exactly are they here... have you got any idea, anyone said anything?" Yuria asked Joker.

"Well, you see...." He said, giving a slight pause as he thought about what to say, "they're here because when a mother and a father really love each other that, uh-" he said, cutting himself off as he noticed the unimpressed look on Yuria's face. "Right." He said after clearing his throat. "They defected, not wanting to fight for the Dorusians. Why they did it seems pretty straightforward to me." He said. "Well, maybe not for Jax." He added, under his breath.

Angel was forced to choose her country or her family, and she decided to fight with her family instead. Knot had always been a close friend of Angles, even from the beginning. However, Ranger and Knight seemed to have their own reasons. True, they were both freinds and comrades with Knot and Angel, but it seemed that they were more of an outlier. However, it mattered little to Joker, they both wanted to fight for his side. As long as the trend of defecting ended here.

"Any suggestions to cheer-up my sister?" Natsuko asked. Jeff barley knew her, but he chose to pitch in his two cents.

"It starts with an 'A' and ends with 'lcohol'." He said, sounding out the word fragment as best he could. "It seemed to work back early in the war." He added.

"Joker. Knot. How are y'all doing? Knot I need to talk to you. Me and Zach are gonna stay and fight, even do it free of charge. Was gonna see if you wanted to join," Ranger asked Knot as Joker took his seat again, and Joker turned his attention to the conversation at hand.

There's a problem but... well... You know, it's... not important. You can count me in, Ranger."

"Problem?" Joker inquired, leaning in towards Knot. "If it's a problem then it is important." He added, with a concerned tone.

by **Empire of Donner land** » Sun Feb 24, 2019 11:01 pm

Amabel Allard "Knot"
December 25, 1992 // Murai Air Force Base, Heian, Seian

"Problem?" Joker had inquired, turning to her and leaning. "If it's a problem then it is important," Joker had added, his eyes conveying concern, but Knot looked down and away from his eyes, crossing her arms as if in protest as Joker questioned her and her "Problem" she had regrettably briefly mentioned.

Amabel spoke up, looking back at Joker. "It's nothing, forget I said anything about a problem," she spoke dejectedly. Her face beginning to blush slightly in the cheeks. "Let's just... go. They said something about going on a walk, that'll be fun, right?" Amabel spoke, running over her words and attempting to change the subject.

As Amabel had taken her chances at changing the subject. But as she was about to speak again, she was left mouth agape as she heard the loud clink of a bottle behind her. And a Belkan voice spoke. "A gift from our illustrious Herr Kelly, the glorious Blut Kapitän, may he fly forever," and just around his Shoulder, Knot could see "Herr Kelly" giving them a small salute. Her agape face turned to confusion, before seizing the opportunity as the Belkan made his way back, grabbing the bottle.

"See? Just the stuff. Let's catch up with Angel and the rest huh?" She said, starting her walk out of the Rec Room, thanking Captain Kelly in her head.

by **Beiarusia** » Mon Feb 25, 2019 8:51 pm

Major Aleksei Tallow "Null"
December 26, 1992 // Koga Airbase, Seian

Fantasy and Tombstone were silent for a moment. In fact, Fantasy was the first to say anything, a simple, "Fuck," to summarize the mood. Eventually the two headed off to digest the new information, Fantasy to her bunk and Tombstone...well, he didn't say, saying simply, "I need to talk to you Null, but later. See you in awhile."

Null watched them go, then turned back to address Hazard only to again be interrupted, this time by someone unfamiliar. He quickly introduced himself with a crisp salute: Second Lieutenant Oleg Sverdlow. Callsign: Rover. It took Null a few moments but it came soon enough. The new arrival recently transferred into Morena who, recalling the paperwork, was due to have arrived a week beforehand. Interestingly the man was former DAF. Null waved the man at-ease. "You're a bit late. Can't say you've arrived at a good time either. Welcome to Koga. The squadron is currently understaffed so don't expect an easy time, so no hard feelings if you back-out now." The man was here to stay. "Alright, well, make yourself comfortable. No sortie anytime soon I'm afraid. Any questions just find me or Captain Silva."

That taken care of, Null was now free to tentatively speak with Hazard, who'd waited patiently thus far, and who had an interesting request to put lightly.

"That's a lot of money," was the first thing Null said. Hazard wished to requisition a new aircraft, an expensive one at that, but was short the several million needed to purchase it outright. Null generally distanced himself from the affairs of mercenaries and their money, but the DAF was currently interested (in theory) in keeping Morena a capable unit and had shown interested in assisting in the acquisition of new equipment. Well, that had been the case before the defection, so Null couldn't quite confirm the military's stance on the matter. That said, General Zhikov trusted Null and by extension the mercenaries. And he owed Hazard after the fiasco over Songnisan. "I'll look into it and let you know."

As it turned out the General was much more obliging than expected.

Second Lieutenant Mitsuko Kimura "Angel"
December 25, 1992 // Murai Air Force Base, Heian, Seian

Angel was silent as she followed Zach, her gaze lowered to the tiled floor and feeling so much more exhausted than when she was angry. The older man slowed his pace so that they were walking side-by-side and looked to her with genuine concern. His voice was soft but with a parent's reassurance. "Don't question what you did," he said, declaring to the forlorn woman that she was, indeed, doing the right thing. He paused, then continued, his words coming naturally now as he fell into an inspirational lecture about the strengths of these people and the people who had followed her, her friends, but only said what really mattered upon reaching the end of the flight-line. "I also believe Null will forgive you in time."

She looked to Zach now for the first time, tears already escaping from her eyes, tears that she had willed down since making her decision, but the man was too busied with watching two SAF aircraft as they raced down the runway and into the air to take immediate notice.

"It really is magnificent isn't it?" he said sadly as he watched the planes.

Angel latched onto the man, the nearest thing, and cried in the overwhelming despair that had shadowed her since the sinking of the Sapporo. Since the division between home and family. But, deep down, beyond the tears and sobbing and heartache, perhaps everything would be set right.

She so desperately wanted to believe so.

Lieutenant Natsuko Kimura "Tokugawa"
December 25, 1992 // Rec-Room, Murai Air Force Base, Heian, Seian

Natsuko looked to her fellow pilots. The scrappy Estovakian from Snowcat was the first to speak-up, suggesting the nearby Lake Uzume with little confidence in his voice. A possibility made more palatable by the gift of alcohol from the illustrious Herr Kelly as delivered by the Belkan mercenary. The lake was commonly used for recreation anyway, being a popular hangout for the city-folk of Heian, and barring an emergency it was doubtful the pilots would be missed for the night. Regardless, the Aurelian was already on her way out, bottle in-hand, so Natsuko followed to plan the outing, pausing at the doorway to beckon the others. "You coming or what? Be a stick-in-the-mud at the lake."

It was simple enough to find Angel and Zach, the two outside on the taxiway watching the aircraft heading up for CAP. Her eyes were red as if she'd been crying but she wiped away any tears as Knot approached, trying, and failing, to appear alright.

"Heading to the lake for mandatory fun," she informed her sister. "Gonna go find us a truck. You...," a pause to recall the name, "Knot, round-up the others."

by **Relikai** » Wed Feb 27, 2019 9:16 pm

Captain Kanzaki Yuria 'Reppu'
Lieutenant Shimazaki Haruna 'Shinden'
Muria AFB, Heian, Seian

25 December, 1992

Yuria's dead stare was accompanied by a nod as the sound of Haruna coughing her chuckle was muffled by the hand over her mouth. It was known around the circles of the flight line that when she's serious, Yuria could even stare down mechanics nearly twice her size, with the ability to subdue them if things got physical. There was no need for the latter now, for the two simply watched as the defectors got about their business, fellow pilot Natsuko and mercenaries Snowcat suggesting they drop by the lake. Unfortunately for the two, being active for nearly thirty hours meant that they were on the last vapors of stamina, and would probably have to nap on their way there. Other squadrons got their back covered, and unless Heian was directly under attack, Akizuki would not be called for any flying duties.

"Sounds like fun. Why don't you go on ahead?" Yuria said, motioning to the others still around, namely Joker and Haruna, the latter who nodded and left , headed to her bunk where her pack was. There would be minimal packing, but still some energy drinks would do them wonders when they reached the lake...

"So Joker." Yuria said, a hand cupping her chin. "Good attempt at a joke huh? Well, ha-ha I guess? Think that's funny yeah? Lives in the name does it? Tell you what, Joker, since you're the funnyman give me twenty good jokes in perfect Seianese by the end of the... day at the lake. If the mechanics don't laugh at it I suppose we'll have to find something to make up for it. Yeah? What's with that look? You think it's a joke? Yes of course it is." She said, a continuous stream of words flowing, the Captain ending with a nod, before turning around to leave the room.

by **Ubaria** » Thu Feb 28, 2019 6:48 pm

Captain Noel Silva 'Aguila' & Maria Feirrero 'Outlaw'
26th Dec, 1992
Koga AFB - Koga Province - Seian

Food wouldn't be a cure-all for all their problems but in times of hardship and distress, the nourishment from a stomach full of warm food did well to placate any feelings of discontent for a time. Luckily, even though the Seianese had gone packing from Koga in the days previous, they did leave behind vast stocks of food which the Dorusian base staff had continued on using as to not diminish their own supplies any more than was necessary, so the usual choices of foreign dishes were still on the menu. Noel spotted a couple of the usual faces upon entrance to the canteen, Null and Hazard alongside what seemed to be a new character, as well as an old face that passed him on the way out, Tombstone. Noel had thought the Emmerian had left a few weeks back but now he was back, either he had seen Morena was in dire straits or was in need of some more cash, or a third reason which was indiscernible as Jason simply left without another word.

After Noel had grabbed a bowl of egg noodles and chicken alongside a glass of local tea, he wandered through the empty benches and over towards where Null was sat, saying nothing but instead gesturing in question to one of the seats before sitting anyway, the two were friendly enough terms that they could sit opposite one another and share a meal. A moment of silence ensued as the pilot took several enthusiastic mouthfuls of noodles, lubricating them down with some strong tea.

"How are you holding up?"

Null hadn't said much following the ordeal over Songnisan, even after the events which had left most, if not the rest of the squadron shaken, he had stayed rather true to his nickname, stoic and indifferent. There had to be something going on inside his head.

"Not the greatest Christmas i've had ... i'll admit " He continued, attempting to inject some dry humor to lighten the sour mood.

by **Beiarusia** » Thu Mar 14, 2019 2:50 pm

Major Aleksei Tallow "Null"
December 26, 1992 // Koga Airbase, Seian

Null had returned to the mess hall for an early supper, and although he was eating for his own sake he simply had no appetite. He was silently debating on whether to turn-in early tonight when Aguila approached the table. The pilot took a seat and a moment passed between them without a word. Aguila was the first to speak, asking Null how he was holding up. Null shrugged, not wanting to give credence to the many concerns simmering deep in his thoughts. "I'm fine."

Aguila took another bite of his noodles. "Not the greatest Christmas I've had, I'll admit."

Another shrug. "Never was one for holidays. Angel, she was the festive one. I never saw the point." His family had died during the civil war a long time ago, and holidays like Christmas had never really had much meaning after that. Not that he explained himself. History that wasn't divulged simply because it was never asked. Angel, however, had loved Christmas and Halloween and whatever else there was to celebrate, both festive and mundane, oftentimes dragging Null along for the fun of it. Memories that seemed almost painful now. Null buried the thoughts before they could bother him any more than they had. "What do you plan on doing once this war is over? Going home, or maybe out to some new conflict?"

by **Ubaria** » Thu Mar 14, 2019 8:39 pm

Captain Noel Silva 'Aguila' & Maria Feirrero 'Outlaw'
26th Dec, 1992
Koga AFB - Koga Province - Seian

"What do you plan on doing once this war is over? Going home, or maybe out to some new conflict?"

A notion that Noel hadn't given much forethought and his contemplative stare off into the distance betrayed that fact, not because he feared the future, just that the events in the last few weeks had given him little time to think of anything else other than the here and now. He gulped another mouthful of tea and clicked his tongue.

"Well ... hopefully i'll be returning home, spend some time with my family. I'll be in no rush to hop back into the cockpit, this is for sure." He let out a small chuckle. As much as he enjoyed the life of a pilot, being a mercenary was harder than it had first seemed. "In time i'll be up there again no doubt. I just can't seem to stay away from a good fight ... what about you anyway? Are you going to stay on with the DAF? Or take a break from the military life?"

by **Beiarusia** » Thu Mar 21, 2019 12:17 pm

Lieutenant Natsuko Kimura "Tokugawa"
December 25, 1992 // Lake Uzume, Heian, Seian

A borrowed Type 73 lumbered its way along the gravel road. The forest was thinning as it approached the nearby lake, the calm waters shimmering like iridescent jewels in the sunset beyond a thin grove of trees. The truck pulled off, rolling to a stop alongside the road to park in a simple cutaway for visitors, the drone of the diesel-engine lasting a moment longer before going silent. Natsuko Kimura, dressed comfortably in a T-shirt and denim shorts, climbed down from the driver's seat, stretched, and then hurried the others as they dismounted. An odd mix of pilots. Local and foreign; enlisted and mercenary. Snowcat had tagged along, as had a few SAF pilots from Tenko, Mononoke, and Akizuki.

A well-deserved respite in the uncertainty of the conflict.

Natusko led the group along the short trail connecting the road to the lakeshore beach. Mitsuko lingered just behind her identical sister, quiet and somber but having come to distance herself from unpleasant thoughts in the company of friends. They'd brought along a volleyball and whatever else they could think of on short notice, including an appropriated cooler that was left to the men to carry and a handful of battery-powered lanterns. Someone had found an old radio, too.

The paved trail opened onto a simple beach on the lake's southwestern shoreline. Sand and smooth pebbles and placid waters. One of numerous recreational spots zoned at Lake Uzume and the surrounding parklands, complete with picnic tables, barbecue grill, and a small restroom further down the path. Creature comforts for those coming from the nearby city. Down the shoreline a ways a small wooden pier jutted out into the water, and between here and there a volleyball net was erected in a sandy square. No lights save for the yellow lamp marking the restroom.

"Put the cooler over there," Natsuko directed, pointing to the nearby table and grill. "Did anyone bring hotdogs?" Hiro Myeong of Tenko confirmed that, yes, he had indeed brought along some snacks, junk food mostly, but he'd acquired some hotdogs should they get the grill going or make a campfire.

Mitsuko stood off to one side as everyone unpacked. The others had insisted on carrying everything themselves, so she felt a tad bit out-of-place watching them with nothing to do herself. Her twin must have sensed this because she appeared at her side almost instantly.

"Just have fun tonight, okay?" she said, wrapping an arm around her sister and holding her close. Mitsuko nodded with lackluster enthusiasm. Natsuko, pouting playfully, dragged her sister over towards the others. "Fun tonight. Everything else tomorrow."

"Okay." Mitsuko's voice was small but she managed a grin.

"I'm holding you to it." Natusko looked over then to the other pilots. "Knot! You remembered the alcohol, right? Rookie is designated driver!" she called out mischievously, singling out the young Vasil Cosmescu of Snowcat. To everyone: "No war tonight. Mandatory fun is enforced."

Natsuko was true in her enforcement. Tonight was to be a lighthearted footnote in the conflict that loomed overhead like an angry thundercloud. A fond memory, bittersweet in years to come.

Major Aleksei Tallow "Null"
December 26, 1992 // Koga Airbase, Seian

Null wasn't quite sure. He had always assumed he would be a career soldier until the day he retired, but now there was this nagging uncertainty in the pit of his stomach. There really wasn't an answer to give. "I don't know. I never really considered anything but the DAF, so I'll probably keep flying. All I'm really good at anyway. No family or anything to hold me back."

Of course, there was the problem of Angel, but the more he dwelled on it the more he understood just how unlikely it was for them to return to how things had been. As much as he considered the possibilities only one seemed to hold any rational weight: Angel was better off in Seian. That was the only conclusion that Null regarded as probable. Sure, he could try his luck to convince General Zhikov that this entire ordeal was simply a terrible misunderstanding, but did Angel even want to come home? Too many variables. For now Null could only focus on ending this conflict as soon as possible, and then he'd go home to Dorusia, and everyone would go their separate ways. That was for the best of things.

Yes, he'd keep flying because that was all he had.

"You're a good person. You deserve the chance to go home. Maybe our paths will cross again after this war is over."

by **Empire of Donner land** » Mon Mar 25, 2019 10:52 am

Amabel Allard "Knot"
December 25, 1992 // Lake Uzume

The truck creaked and groaned to a stop as the brakes squealed. The suspension rocked with grinding noises, and the engine whirred to a stop, jostling its passengers. Knot, the closest to the exit and the one holding their gift from Snowcat Squadron, vaulted out first. Her speed in exiting the vehicle was less driven by the hopes of a good time, and more from escaping the confined space, having to avoid looking Dan in the eye everytime the truck stopped at a stop light.

As their spot was set up, the pilots, Traitors of Morena and S.A.F alike, went on to do whatever it was they decided to. Angel and her sister were talking to each other, and Knot brightened up if only a bit seeing that she had managed to give a grin of some kind. Then her Sister turned to Amabel. "Knot! You remembered the alcohol, right? Rookie is designated, driver!" they declared, eyeing out the Snowcat Pilot near her.

Like a proper partygoer, she raised the bottle for everyone to see to declare that she did indeed remember it. Even though it was in her hand the entire way there. She then tapped Vasil with the bottom of the bottle, "you heard her, that sounded like a direct order. Though I doubt I'll have any. If there's any left you can have it. I've got too much to think about to drink, then I'll drive if you do," she spoke with empathy to his plight.

With that, she walked to the cooler, placed it within and took a seat next to the plastic box full of ice, drinks, and food in the sand. Amabel rested her chin on her knees and stared out at the horizon of the sea in deep thought...

"Nice Plane," she mumbled.

by **The Central Shadow Nation** » Fri Apr 05, 2019 12:38 am

Second Lieutenant Vasil Coscmescu
Second Lieutenant Karl Kuhn

Lake Uzume. He expected something more urban but the shimmering waters of Lake Uzume definitely delivered. For only the second or third time in Seian he had been able to experience the country from the ground. Travelling was one of the reason's he had become a pilot, but as a mercenary, those two jobs differed in liberties. Vasil received the action he craved for, the ability to dance freely amongst the fly in exchange for his homeland and everyone he knew within it. Freedom was still a step above a cell.

The military-grade truck was a decent ride that lacked comfort but the ride wasn't too long and it was the fastest way to the lake. Vasil hadn't brought along much to eat or drink ; he had packed some salted crisps, a bottle of Estovokian beer and two 50ml disposable vodka containers however Snowcat and the Seianese would hopefully share some of their goods. Besides that he had brought a Walkman along with a handful of Osean rock tapes to listen to while he was up there.

Once the Type 73 truck ceased moving near the lake the pilots from the various squadrons proceeded to unload trucks with the airmen showing and exchanging their food and beverage for the upcoming night. Seian was a beautiful country and Lake Uzume was the perfect place for an outing like this. He glanced over at his wingman and called out for him. "Kuhn, did you bring me any alcohol?"The Stovie cracked a smile whilst Kuhn looked up from his backpack.

"Well, as a matter of fact-" Kuhn reached in and grabbed a bottle of Ratio-labeled liquor. "Well, seeing as how you didn't pack much...lightweight...And you're always talking about your 'superior Estovokian liquor' I decided to give you some of my people's finest." His statement was met with Vasil grabbing the liquor and scoffing lightheartedly. "I've heard about this crap. Probably watered down,"the younger pilot countered with a chuckle.

Vasil read the bottle, noticing that it was some sort of honey bourbon, whilst walking over to the rest of Snowcat. Once he got there he glanced over at Natsuko who had began to call to the group. She mentioned one of the defectors, the woman, before focusing on Vasil.

"Knot! You remembered the alcohol, right? Rookie is designated driver!"

"Me? Designated driver? Thats a bad idea, even with out alcohol,"Vasil retorted with a grin. "Theres a reason I fly instead of drive."

by **Ubaria** » Thu Apr 11, 2019 4:51 pm

Captain Noel Silva 'Aguila' & Maria Feirrero 'Outlaw'
26th Dec, 1992
Koga AFB - Koga Province - Seian

"You're a good person. You deserve the chance to go home. Maybe our paths will cross again after this war is over."

Was he a good person? Would a good person have abandoned those who had really needed him? Would a good man have become a mercenary in the first place? Perhaps it was the idealist in him that was attacking his reasoning but Noel's actions had been a mere act of self-preservation rather than allegiance to the Dorusians, given the same circumstances again, Noel would have almost certainly made the same decisions, or that was what he tried to convince himself, his mind was in two halves. A lump of guilt rose in his throat, Noel tried to wash it away with more tea.

"One would hope they cross over more fortuitous circumstances ."

by **Tayner** » Sun Apr 28, 2019 9:45 pm

Second Lieutenant Jeff 'Joker' Moreau
Murai Air Force Base, Heian, Seian
December 25, 1992

Amabel spoke up, looking back at Joker. "It's nothing, forget I said anything about a problem, let's just... go. They said something about going on a walk, that'll be fun, right?"

Joker paused for a second before responding. "Hmm. If this nothing becomes something, let me know if I can help." He said, before nodding in the direction of the group as they began to walk. After all, Amabel had the alcohol, so Joker would be much obliged to follow. However, before he could set out, Captain Yuria pulled him aside, away from the group as she repremanded him for his earlier remarks.

"So Joker." Yuria said, a hand cupping her chin. "Good attempt at a joke huh? Well, ha-ha I guess? Think that's funny yeah? Lives in the name does it? Tell you what, Joker, since you're the funnyman give me twenty good jokes in perfect Seianese by the end of the... day at the lake. If the mechanics don't laugh at it I suppose we'll have to find something to make up for it. Yeah? What's with that look? You think it's a joke? Yes of course it is."

Not quite sure how to respond, Joker thought for a second. "Only twenty? Light work, ma'am." He said as she walked off, joking and bluffing at the same time. It wasn't long until they assembled a group and some important supplies and transport, and they were on their way.

Second Lieutenant Jeff 'Joker' Moreau
Lake Uzume, Heian, Seian
December 25, 1992

Standing in the back of the truck, all seats taken, Joker was holding onto the framing of the canopy cover to steady himself against the bumpy roads of Seian. Along the ride, he would look around and observe the group of assembled individuals. People of all creeds, ranks, and backgrounds were all together in the war. However they were riding out to forget about it, and Joker planned on forgetting about it in the only way he knew how, copious amounts of alcohol.

Although he noticed Amabel avoiding his eyes. Maybe I struck something earlier. He thought to himself, deciding he would avoid pressing the matter in the future. He'd probably say something wrong and make it worse anyways.

The truck rolled to a stop, and Joker found herself leaving his thoughts behind as he had helped haul the cooler over to a table on Natsuko's orders. After she verified the presence of some snacks, food, and alcohol, she made it very clear what their orders were. "No war tonight. Mandatory fun is enforced." She said. Joker was inclined to respond with a 'yes ma'am' in his native language as he and another pilot sat down the cooler on the table. He reached into the icy depths of the container and retrieved two beers, opting to save the whiskey for later in the evening.

He walked over to Natauko, while he didn't know her all too well, they'd spoken a few times since Joker had been around with the SAF, and she'd laughed at a joke or two of his, at the very least feigning an appreciation for his humor. As he drew near he gave a simple greeting and offered her a beer before speaking. "So, mandatory fun, huh? Maybe you could teach me a few Seianese jokes, I seem to have struck a cord with captain Yuria and I've got orders to learn 20 good jokes that could make a stone wall laugh, spoken in flawless Seianese of course." He spoke, as much humor in his voice as actual inquiry.

He looked west to see the sunset over the trees as he twisted the top off of his own beer and took a sip, awaiting to hopefully be educated on Seianese humor.

by **Beiarusia** » Tue Apr 30, 2019 11:06 pm

Lieutenant Natsuko Kimura "Tokugawa"
December 25, 1992 // Lake Uzume, Heian, Seian

The night was proceeding smoothly. A gathering of friends and comrades and unexpected allies, their troubles loosened by the temporary respite, enough so that the war may well have been a distant memory. An unpleasant thought lingering in the background but one that was easily ignored for the time being. Angel, too, was beginning to enjoy herself, not quite the normal happy-go-lucky ditz but the improvement was noticeable. Of course, the alcohol helped tremendously.

A bonfire had been lit as the sun settled below the horizon. A flicker of light against the cool nighttime air reflected on the still water of the lake. The pilots who weren't otherwise busy with a game of volleyball had gathered likes moths to flame with jokes and stories and idle chit-chat, shared amongst friends, regardless of national origin or, more importantly, former allegiances. Any hostility had since died away. Some witticism, and the occasional wisecrack, but nothing to ruin the good-tempered mood that flared between brothers-in-arms.

Natsuko was questioning Sting's story of proclaimed heroism — a fishing story where the fish grew larger with each retelling — and enjoying the round of laughter she had evoked with her sarcastic rebuttal when Joker approached with a beer in-hand. "So, mandatory fun, huh?" he said before elaborating on his orders from Captain Kanzaki.

"Jokes for Captain Yuria Kanzaki? 'fraid that's a bit over my pay-grade," she said, elbowing the man with a wry grin. "And mandatory fun seems to be working."

Everybody was having fun. Even the rookie from Snowcat who'd embarrassed himself in a pickup game had rebounded. Losing by a landslide trying to impress Angel was bad enough; taking a volleyball to the face was absolutely devastating. Already there was a vote to change his callsign to Spike.

"Humor is subjective and doesn't really translate well," Natsuko said with faux understanding on the pitfalls of comedy. "My suggestion? Drink more and forget about impressing the princess. She's probably just in a mood." To add emphasis she forced another beer into Joker's free hand. "Mandatory fun also includes mandatory drinking, so have at it, and maybe I'll come up with a joke for you later."

Surprisingly, she did have a joke for Joker. Not that it was really good.

Major Aleksei Tallow "Null"
15:30 February 7, 1993 // Valley of Kings, Beiarusian

Negotiations had stagnated. The enemy refused to acquiesce, and with the prospect of a two-front war emerging — as well as general turmoil in the homeland in the aftermath of the attack on Manbasa — the DAF was eager to force a definitive resolution. A final nail in the coffin to force surrender. The culmination of several weeks of planning, and Morena, or what remained, was again at the forefront, the tip of the iron spear in what likely would be the final engagement of the conflict.

The mission was simple: total destruction of the enemy's industrial capability.

A strike-force would penetrate deep within Beiarusian airspace to lay siege on Orwell — a city identified as providing a considerable portion of enemy's manufacturing output — with escort fighters clearing a path through the Valley of Kings. Long-ranged SAM emplacements were unconfirmed yet suspected, thus mission priority was air-to-ground, location and neutralization, however, this close to the enemy capital, interceptors were expected and would undoubtedly pose a viable threat to the operation. Morena had allies, to be sure, Reaper and Warrior amongst others, but were loaded accordingly to be most effective as the situation progressed. To be fluid and to respond to whatever challenge may arise. Simply put, be ready for the unexpected.

The basic essentials of the mission briefing two days ago. A nervous excitement had persisted since, and even now, airborne, the tension was palatable as the pilots neared the area of operations. The point of no return. For Null there was an undeniable excitement after two months of nothing much, but deep down there was some part of himself that felt as if something was missing, and try as he might to think otherwise the void remained, taunting his failure.

Today he flew alone with nobody off his wing.

<< Bannik: Crossing the line in fifty miles. All aircraft minus Verlioka are to proceed with SEAD operations. Confirm. >>

<< Reaver: This is Reaper, understood. >>

<< Estoc: Warrior, wilco. >>

<< Ally-A: Cikavac, proceeding as directed. >>

<< Ally-A: This is Verlioka. We'll remain with the strike-force. >>

<< Null: Morena, moving to the front. >>

Seven. That was all that remained of the mercenary unit. It was enough. The foreign pilots had grown weary of the conflict, of losing allies and friends, of fighting a war devoid of purpose, but the promised victory, so close, was there on the horizon and nothing would stop them from reaching it.

The aircraft tore across unfriendly skies and into the wide valleys between them and conclusion. The enemy, too, would fight, and already numerous radar sites had come online. A gauntlet to be traversed if they were to return home. A challenge that was gladly accepted by the DAF aircraft breaking formation to engage at will. Morena was given the order, weapons free, and dove into the fray without so much a moment's hesitation.

Mission Theme A: Werewolf

15:15 February 7, 1993 // Kao Highlands, Nonsan, Seian

The SAF was losing the undeclared war. Airstrikes were becoming increasingly ineffective, a situation made all the more problematic by compounding attrition. Aircraft maintenance alone was increasingly difficult with the occupation of key supply depots in Tienanmen and Park. The nation had reached out for support, but the political quagmire had left Seian with few options internationally; Osea, although sympathetic, was unwilling to ignite conflict against Yuktobania or Belka. No help was coming for the time being.

Yet, despite the setbacks, the soldiers carried on in their opposition against their former allies, even as they were forced into the concession of Nonsan by the encroaching might of the DAF. They carried on with guarded optimism.

A month had passed with few engagements between the SAF and DAF. The former was mindful of their inability to replace aircraft or pilots; the latter was preoccupied in the north. Reasonings varied but neither side was willing to commit to open warfare so had settled into a tense division all too similar to the border dispute that had signaled the start of the conflict months ago. The SAF in particular had suffered a crushing defeat in their failure to eliminate the enemy Ace squadrons. The 101st Tactical Fighter Squadron was still active, as was the 13th Mercenary Air Squadron. The SAF had destroyed no aircraft whatsoever during the ambush, and although acquiring new allies via defection their losses had seen to no further sorties undertaken in the time since.

Until now.

The SAF had acquired intel indicating a deployment of numerous DAF assets to the north. The enemy was distracted, thus their southern flank was weakened if not outright exposed. The perfect opportunity for an interdiction.

The 24th Fighter Squadron Jiangshi was leading the operation to strike a communications relay east of Nonsan alongside the 11th Strike Fighter Squadron Kasha and the 48th Multirole Squadron Akizuki. Snowcat and the newly christened Myojin were flying support. No hostile contacts had been sighted as of yet.

<< Kokkuri: Unknown transmission detected. >>

<< Sato: Dorusian? >>

<< Kokkuri: One moment… confirming short-ranged SAF decryption. >>

<< Yuuko: This far to the east? >>

A moment passed in silent deliberation as the captain considered his options.

<< Sato: Mercenaries, we should be enough for this operation. Investigate this transmission. Consider that an order and not a suggestion. >>

Confirmation came quickly as the collection of mercenary aircraft broke formation, turning north towards the Kao Highlands on the direction of the AWACS. The SAF aircraft continued east.

Lieutenant Jin pulled close to her flight leader, their Typhoons flying side-by-side.

<< Jiàn: Hey, Reppū. Should we let them go off all alone like that? Me and Shinden can keep them company if you’d like.

A light fog had descended upon the Kao Highlands. The mountains were low, more-so hills than peaks, interspaced by verdant marshlands and ravines. The skies were clear. Empty. The mercenaries were alone as they entered the airspace.

Kokkuri had transferred the necessary codes to establish radio contact, to which Panther did the honors. It wasn’t long before a woman’s voice responded over the static.

<< Panther: This is Second Lieutenant Cohen of the 4-0-5 Special Tactics Squadron to any SAF personnel in the vicinity of Kao. Respond. >>

<< Unknown Woman: Oh. About time. I was beginning to think no one was coming. >>

<< Panther: Identify yourself. >>

<< Unknown Woman: Prisoner Thirteen-Zero-Four-Five. We disagreed with the terms of our captivity so-hey!. >>

A brief struggle was heard as someone wrestled away the radio.

<< Unknown Man: This is Sergeant Watanabe. We escaped from a POW camp in Narasaki. >>

<< Unknown Woman: We borrowed a truck. >>

<< Watanabe: Please ignore her. She’s been nothing but a headache. >>

<< Unknown Woman: It was my idea that got us out. >>

<< Watanabe: If you’d be so kind as to escort us to friendly lines we’d be much- >>

Gunfire tore across the radio as the men (and woman) inside the stolen vehicle yelled out, followed quickly by the revving of an engine and return fire.

<< Unknown Woman: I thought you said we lost them! >>

<< Watanabe: Just shut and drive! We’re heading west on Highway Six! Bastards are right behind us! >>

<< Enemy-G: Aim for the tires. >>

<< Enemy-G: Aircraft overhead! Are they ours? >>

The mercenaries were now overhead the Kao Highlands. A single highway stretched from east-to-west, curving along ravines and crossing shallow valleys. A grey SUV was speeding around corners with two military trucks in pursuit, the occupants engaged in high-speed firefight. The rear window of the SUV shattered as bullets tore through. More trucks and APC’s were merging onto the highway, skidding to a halt so as to block the road before it leveled into an uninterrupted line.

The Dorusians had identified the aircraft above as hostile and were taking appropriate countermeasures. Lacking dedicated AA they were instead reliant on MANPAD’s which, if underestimated, could prove more than capable of downing a low-flying jet.

It was unlikely the POW’s would escape without assistance.

<< Glory: What do we do? Are we just gonna watch?

Mission Theme C: Rotation

by **Anowa** » Wed May 01, 2019 8:35 pm

Capt. Jason 'Tombstone' Cain
Koga Airbase

It seemed that whenever Tombstone went looking for someone specifically, they eluded him. Null had been seemingly missing from Jason's view for a few days now. Until the scarecrow of a man had found his CO in the mess hall, sitting alone. Probably still reeling from the events that happened almost a week ago. Taking a look, Jason took a deep breath. Less for the task of speaking with his CO, and more so for the actions afterwards.

He was going to be asking for a single-seater craft. Obviously, it meant he'd have a higher work load, but he'd be 100% in control, something he was more familiar with. But that left his Co-pilot, and best friend, without a plane. Given Holly's demeanor, it meant that there would be yelling, maybe a punch or two thrown, and after that an abnormal amount of alcohol.

At this point Holly was still wrapping her head around thew news of so many defections, meaning that for Jason, he was about to start playing a very dangerous game for the health of his liver... and teeth.

The man strode across the rather sparsely occupied room and took a seat across from Null.

"Tallow, I have a favour to ask... Involves money, or more favours being pulled." a pause, "I need a plane."

by **Beiarusia** » Thu May 02, 2019 6:39 pm

Major Aleksei Tallow "Null"
A Few Days After the Defection // Mess Hall, Koga Airbase, Seian

Null was preoccupied with his thoughts, musings that consistently returned to his AWOL wingman and on how best to approach the situation. Not that any credible solution was readily apparent. It was like crossing a minefield without a metal detector. Angel was problematic enough, but losing Ranger and Knot, too, had left him in a precarious position. General Zhikov trusted Null and the mercenaries who'd remained loyal. Others, however, looked to them with understandable suspicion, including the base commander, Major Vernadsky, who'd taken to busying Null with copious amounts of paperwork. Not to mention Agents Vaduva and Strauss of the Counterintelligence Bureau, inquisitors on a witch hunt.

The past few days had been exhausting to say the least.

He didn't even notice Tombstone until after he'd taken a seat opposite him. "Tallow, I have a favor to ask... involves money."

Of course. The favor Hazard had requested had been an ordeal in-of-itself.

Null set his fork aside and looked to Tombstone with tired eyes, his face otherwise unreadable. "A new plane? What's wrong with the current one?"

"Too many seats," Tombstone said before allowing a pause to settle between them. "Seeing as how things are going, and how things from here-on-out may turn into a shitshow real quick, I don't fancy mine or Holly's chances in a Strike Eagle. They're heavier than most planes, carry more bombs, but less fuel, less cannon ammo, and aren't all that maneuverable. Gun on it is canted twenty degrees downward as well which fucks with your aim.

"Given how things are going, with all said and done, I need roughly two million."

Null looked to the man, processing what he had said, and although the reasoning was a stretch it wasn't as if Tombstone was asking for some astronomical sum. Given the money the General had approved it wouldn't be too difficult to tack on a small amendment to the previous total. "The Strike Eagle isn't as bad as you say it is. It can hold its own. If this is about your co-pilot have you tried talking it out? She's on contract, too, so where does that leave her?"

Another pregnant pause as Tombstone simply stared at the table.

"Alive." He shook his head. "She has no family left. Car bomb in her hometown. We talked a bit about what if's. If we're otherwise unable to continue our contract, due to a fucked plane, the war taking a turn or one of use getting grievously injured, we head for Gracemeria. Home. Active contract or not. It's not the best plan, and people will probably hate use, but, we won't be gunned after by some crazy Yuke contract killer." He sighed once more. "If I fuck up and pull a lever instead of hitting a button... I don't want her dead with me. And the chances of that go higher if we're in a two seater that isn't designed to go toe-to-toe with some of the best pilots this side of the continent."
"So you want to ground her to keep her safe." Null poked at his food with his fork, stirring the noodles absentmindedly in slow circles. He'd never considered the danger he and Angel had jumped into. It had never crossed his mind, so confident, but now that he'd been thinking how could he disagree. "She's not gonna like this, you know that, right."

He took a bite, chewing deliberately as he made up his mind.

"I think I can do that."

Tombstone nearly cracked a smile when Holly's temper was brought up. As temperamental as she was, Holly wasn't an idiot. She'd understand in time, but for the initial news, well, he was probably gonna invest in a dentist. "Thank you, Aleksei. And I mean that."

"Don't thank me. You'll miss having someone up there you can count on without question."

A slow nod. "Maybe. Maybe not."

by **Ubaria** » Fri May 03, 2019 7:23 pm

Captain Noel Silva 'Aguila' & Maria Feirrero 'Outlaw'
7th February, 1993
Valley of Kings - Near Orwell - Beiarusia

<< Orwell Radar HQ : Sector Bravo, we're picking up a pair of low flying radar signatures entering your airspace bearing one-nine-four from your current position, closing fast. Can you verify? >>

<<Sector Bravo Command: Uhh. Negative HQ, we're not picking up anything on S band ... wait one ... confirming Radar signatures. Low flying, fast movers ... our forward scouts aren't reporting visual contacts. We're not expecting the attack for another few minutes yet. Over? >>

<< Orwell Radar HQ: Copy Bravo, scrambling friendly air to your positions. Recommend you begin defense phase alpha ahead of schedule, switch Radars to low power mode and begin maneuvering into final defensive positions. >>

<< Sector Bravo Command: Copy that ... wait ... forward scouts are reporting sounds from within the valley. They're ... fuck ... confirming enemy greyhounds ... Timur! Bring those guns around! Get into the bunkers! ... It's - >>

<< Orwell Radar HQ: Bravo ... do you copy? Bravo ... come in? Respond! >>

<< Bannik: Confirming two long range SAM sites offline. We've punched a hole in their long range defense net. Good hits Aguila. >>

The Cruise missiles had done their job, which was a relief considering they carried a price tag comparable to that of a large house, however the Dorusians were willing to put in the expenditure if it meant it made it that little bit quicker to end the war, after all, maintaining a two front conflict was costly in both the monetary sense and the 'rank and file' sense, the sooner they could put one enemy to rest, the faster they could bring this whole conflict to a close, one way or another. Of course, Morena hadn't been airborne for a time, they were being held back for this very moment, a means to a hopeful quick end to the northern Beiarusian threat, a strike at the heartland which held up the majority of the enemy's industrial sector, the loss of Orwell as a war asset meant that the Beiarusians would concede, or at least, that was the plan. To achieve this the Dorusians had pulled out all the stops, or as many as they could without jeopardizing their other fronts, Morena, Reaper and Warrior were the tip of the spear, tasked to conduct a SEAD strike to clear the path for a strike element consisting of some heavy bombers carrying enough munitions to obliterate Orwell's industrial sector and then some, but first came the Valley of Kings.

Noel eyed the still unfamiliar instrumentation of the Rafale for his Altimeter, even though he had several weeks to familiarize himself with the flight characteristics and control layout, he still found himself losing track among the many more switches and dials that bristled the dashboard infront of him. Maria had a natural tact for retaining information however and had settled into the new craft nicely, her help would be invaluable today.

<< No mistakes. Everybody comes back. Let's end this here and now. >>

Noel pushed the plane down into a shallow dive through a brushing of local clouds, a smattering of water droplets ran up and over the canopy. Below the clouds stretched out the Valley of Kings, aptly named for it was the final resting place of many of the country's great monarchs, a historical monument to the many great fallen over the millennia, time and nature had reclaimed most of the area and a ribbon of murky blue cut a path through the wooded groves and hillocks, the River Celeste wound through the valley, occasionally bridged where the river bottle-necked or meandered, but otherwise remained rather untainted by urbanization. With the enemy having their eyes cast to the skies above, it was no surprise that Radar spikes started bouncing off left and right, it would be a tough fight towards Orwell.

Kills:

2x SAM Long-Range (Orso Castle)

Ordinance:
AiM-9 x2
AiM-120 x2
AGM-65 Maverick x2
Storm Shadow Missile x0
MK-82 x2
M791 30mm Autocannon x125

by **The United Remnants of America** » Fri May 03, 2019 10:49 pm

Captain Aiden "Frosty" Kelly

Kao Highlands, Nonsan, Seian

2/7/1993 - 15:20

Glory: <<What do we do? Are we just gonna watch?>>

The five aircraft of Snowcat flew in a delta formation, with Frosty in the center and Panther off his right and slightly behind. On the ground, one winding round stretched out in the wilderness. A single vehicle lead what looked like a slowly growing convoy of trucks, and Frosty decided there were likely going to be more vehicles in the future getting on the road if these POWs were any sort of high value. Frosty could already see the beginnings of a blockade on the road ahead.

Panther: <<We should probably do something about that, right, boss?>>

<<Agreed. Cover the escape vehicle's egress. Any followers are considered hostile and closer than danger close. If you engage them, keep it to guns and maintain discipline. Despite that, weapons free. Break formation for sortie on my mark. Mark.>>

The delta formation broke as Snowcat moved out and apart in order to better cover the escaping vehicle. Panther dipped down to just above the treeline and buzzed by the pursuing vehicles before rolling away from the road and regaining altitude. Frosty rolled his eyes as he watched the maneuver, even as he turned towards the first blockade of vehicles. She'd grown more brazen ever since the first major run-in with the DAF and he repeated skillful evasions.

Frosty lined up his heavy Thunderchief parallel to the road and sitting above it. He bore down on the checkpoint. His aircraft handled differently than his last mission, and he chalked that up to the three weeks it had been in a maintenance hanger being almost entirely refitted and tuned. Everything about the Thud responded faster, now, and it felt less like he was flying a garbage truck and more like he was flying a cloud. As the checkpoint came into view, replete with armored vehicles, Frosty made sure his cannon and rocket pods were ready to fire.

The thought crossed his mind that these were Dorusians. People who, not long ago, he'd refrained from killing in cold blood or even self-defense. But as soon as the thought came, it went. He'd refrained from killing friends, not Dorusians. And not every Dorusian was his friend, especially not these ground pounders who happened to be in the way of his objective.

As the large aircraft neared the checkpoint, Frosty depressed the trigger for his cannon for just a fraction of a second, and the heavy BRRT sound shook his aircraft and his ass. Despite barely holding the trigger down, he'd showered fifty rounds at the checkpoint. He followed up with a quick depression of the trigger that was connected to his rocket pods and waited until he heard two faint fwoosh sounds as a pair of FFARs lanced out from their pods and towards the checkpoint.

<<Guns. Guns. Guns.>>

Frosty was already pulling up and out of the attack run as the rockets bracketed the checkpoint and the cannon rounds tore into flesh, metal, asphalt, and earth. One of the APCs had been hit directly with a rocket, and the cannon rounds had turned one of the trucks into an inoperable pile of steel while another truck had become unrecognizable. The other rocket looked like it hit close to the other APC, but it wasn't any kind of direct hit. Frosty was sure that what he didn't hit had the shit scared out of it. Even if the vehicles still worked, he assumed he'd put enough shrapnel and secondary damage into that checkpoint to mince anyone else standing outside or in the unarmored vehicles.

<<Checkpoint one hit. I invite anyone to follow up. Myojin, you're welcome to help.>>

Kills
1x APC
2x G-Cargo

by **Anowa** » Fri May 03, 2019 11:16 pm

Capt. Jason 'Tombstone' Cain
~~2Lt. Holly 'Fantasy' Clarke~~
Koga Airbase

"What the fuck is wrong with you Jason!?"

The man didn't quite know the answer, but he spoke anyways, "Probably autism!" The response was a wrench bouncing off the chair he was using as a shield, "Holly, I did this so you wouldn't die if I fucked up, alright?"

"The fuck do you mean by that you goddamned wanker? Who the fuck is gonna watch your fucking back up there huh? You think Null's gonna come swooping in to save you from a Flanker? Or that psychotic Yuke cunt is gonna jam a fucking missile about to plow into ye? Who the fuck is gonna make sure you don't die if you fuck up Jason?"

Another metal tool flew at Jason's head, who ducked deftly, "That won't fucking matter if you crack my skull open with a fucking monkey wrench, Holly!"

Holly was ready to whip another metal implement at her, now, former co-pilot. Jason could see clearly now that anything else was ready to have her fly into a homicidal rage. Her face was nearly as red as her hair, and her neck had a vein popping out that would've been comical... If it didn't mean Jason's impending doom.

"Holly, I'll be alright. Promise." Holly dropped the wrench and started rapidly approaching, "Holly..?" Jason couldn't really do anything when a fist slammed into his head. "Gah, fuck!"

Holly spoke, with a tone as low and even as it was, this was easily a hundred times more terrifying than her screaming while red in the face, "Jason, I will be taking a flight to Emmeria after your next sortie, you had better give me a quarter of what you make in that sortie, or so help me God, I will put you through the fucking hangar wall. If you don't come back I'm going to kill myself and beat you for an eternity in Hell. It will such a brutal and unrelenting level of pain that Satan himself will remain quivering in fear. Do you understand?"

In most cases, Jason would just shrug and tell the person to fuck off if they went in depth with a threat like that. But, this was Holly. So jason very much beleived that she was serious, and that she would in fact find a way, "Yes ma'am."

"Good. Now if you'll excuse me I have to inform the relevant officers of my rather forced resignation."

Capt. Jason 'Tombstone' Cain
Valley of Kings, Beiarusia
February 7, 1993

His jaw still hurt, but things could've gotten worse.

But now he was in the seat of quite possibly the deadliest machine to have him seated in it. It fed Jason's somewhat reasonable ego, not enough to make him overconfident, but enough to make him feel like the top dog for the time being. Especially with the ECM pod slapped to his centerline rail.

As the call for engagement came from Null, Tombstone settled on his mission. With the ECM pod active, and the F-15's own ECM suite working, anything radar guided from the ground was gonna be a dud. Granted, the ECM effected IR as well, but much less so, and bullets didn't give half of a fuck about the fancy electro-tech on board. That being said, he was armed with BVR missiles, and as an air superiority fighter, and there were a few MiGs in the distance that were on a rather unsatisfactory trajectory.

Fishbeds were far from the most advanced craft, but all it took was a shell in the intake, a missile getting lucky, or their target being fucked on CM to kill someone. And Jason's job was to keep the air boys on his side safe, so they could steamroll whatever they needed to. And that meant making the bad dudes dead.

Tombstone: <<Morena-3, Fox Three, Fox Three.>>

Two missiles launched, Jason waited, as the contrails grew and grew, and the MiGs remained blissfully unaware.

One of them suddenly shifted course, suddenly aware, the other did not. Though out of site for the pilot who fired the missiles, the one who failed to turn ate an AIM-120C head on, the craft's ammo and fuel load immediately beginning to cook off, the pilot dying instantly. A fiery wreck began it's plunge into the ground. The one that was smart enough to clue in, or lucky enough to get a radar warning, simply took an unsustainable amount of damage. In the distance, he punched out, his parachute leaving him to the mercy of the wind. His machine, dying and bleeding fluid of all kinds, simple twirled into the ground, before detonating in a brilliant display of destruction.

Tombstone: <<Morena-3, splash two Bandits.>>

by **Endem** » Sat May 04, 2019 2:55 am

Oleg Sverdlow "Rover"
26 December 1992||Valley of Kings

His first mission since he left DAF. Was he happy about it, maybe, it was nice to be once again able to fly his plane and the killing? Eh, it was just part of the job. He watched as others were getting kills as he stuck to the end of the formation. Suddenly a Yak-141 appeared, he will take him, the pilot didn't seem to notice him.

<<Rover: Morena-7 breaking formation>>

Oleg has slowed down more allowing the Yak to pass him, then it was time for action. He got on its tail and fired 10 round from each gun, the plane flew for some more time before from one of its engines a smoke started to go quickly transforming into a full out the fire, then the plane fell towards the ground crashing into it. Oleg once again activated communications

<<Rover: Enemy plane down>>

He then flew back to the rest of the group.

Kills:
1xYak-141 Freestyle

by **Theodosiya** » Sun May 05, 2019 11:06 am

Lt Ivan Sidorov Vorkovich "Rarog"
7th February, 1993
Valley of Kings - Near Orwell - Beiarusia

Tombstone must've gone coo coo Rarog thoughts as he pushed Yekaterina to its limits. The fighter flies farther from the rest of the flight, waiting for the best moment to launch one of his cruiser missile, a moment that soon came after Aguila launched two Storm Shadow cruise missile. Tempted to try his own luck, he contacted Aguila as he prepared his own missile.

<<Rarog to Aguila. I'd try to launch my Kh-59Mk2. Let's see if these Yuktobanian missiles are better. Over.>>

<<Aguila to Rarog. Roger, go ahead. Over>>

<<Rarog to Aguila, Roger. Target Captured. Missile off. Out>>

The missile flies off, actively homing toward the SAM site. By chance however, something goes very wrong, as Rarog quickly discover...

<<Bannik to Rarog, your missile apparently got jammed and missed the target, and it's now heading to the castle instead. Out>>

<<Чыорт!сука блять!(Choyrt! Cyka Blyat!)>> he screamed on top of his lungs, as the missile slammed the gatehouse, demolishing half of it, before stopping and exploding inside the keep.

<<Rarog to Bannik. How bad is it? Over.>>

<<Bannik to Rarog. You really, really wouldn't want to know it. Better concentrate on the battle...out>>

by **The Central Shadow Nation** » Sun May 05, 2019 7:35 pm

Second Lieutenant Vasil Coscmescu 'Warlock'
Second Lieutenant Karl Kuhn 'Nemo'
Kao Highlands, Nonsan, Seian

Glory: <<What do we do? Are we just gonna watch?>>

<<And screw them over? I'm gonna help them out.>>

Regardless of the boss' decision Vasil didn't want to be the one to screw the prisoners over. The F-16 broke away from its flight prematurely with Snowcat-1 announcing the squadron's orders shortly after. Vasil didn't wish to piss off Frosty but he couldn't just leave the escapee's to die. The F-16 carried a pair of Sidewinders and a pair of Mark-84 bombs, both of no current use due to the proximity between the friendlies and the pursuers. Vasil realized the possibility that the pursuers were Dorusian, but unless Morena was driving ground vehicles now he didn't have to worry about gunning down his friends. As a mercenary who had joined alot later than the others he hadn't grown close to any specific faction, only befriending the Seianese he fought with now and the squadron he was apart of before his switch to Snowcat.

"We've got a few contacts in pursuit, and more set up at a checkpoint and...hey, Vasil?"

"Whats up?"

"The valley is full of hills. Please keep your eyes on the ground."

"No shit."

"Yeah, well...Just making sure the volleyball to the head didn't damage more than your pride, Spike."

"Fuck you,"Vasil broke out in laughter whilst the F-16 continued its descent.

<<Checkpoint one hit. I invite anyone to follow up. Myojin, you're welcome to help.>>

<<I'll pry them off the truck's ass.

The F-16 Fighting Falcon dove infront of the friendly truck, passing it. Warlock squeezed the guns, spraying out a volley of canon fire on the following trucks. The asphalt ignited causing the trucks to swerve across the road momentarily, regaining pursuit of the POW's and reopening fire. As the F-16B turned around for a low pass the Stovie looked down to notice all three black figures continuing as if Warlock had never even sprayed canon fire down on them.

"La Naiba..."Vasil hissed in his native tongue.

<<The targets are still in pursuit, over.>>

"Shit, maybe that volleyball did fuck something up..."Warlock chuckled, readying the F-16 for another strike on the assailants.

by **Tayner** » Mon May 06, 2019 9:46 pm

Second Lieutenant 'Joker' Jeff Moreau
Kao Highlands, Nonsan, Seian
February 7, 1993

Glory: <<What do we do? Are we just gonna watch?>>

Warlock: <<And screw them over? I'm gonna help them out.>>

Frosty: <<Checkpoint one hit. I invite anyone to follow up. Myojin, you're welcome to help.>>

Warlock: <<The targets are still in pursuit, over.>>

Joker: <<Welcome? Looks like you need our help, no?>>

Joker made a quip into comms in a joking tone before lining up his own strafing run.

Joker: <<Sergeant Watanabe, prepare for danger close CAS, be advised I'll be making a strafing run on your pursuers, keep your head down. This is how you fly, Warlock.>>

Joker lined up his lane of attack, and identified his ally as the leading vehicle and the two pursuing trucks as the hostile ones. Weapons tight. Joker thought to himself as he made his decent and lining up his gunsights. He depressed the trigger and 20mm rounds arced over the friendly truck as the rounds tore apart the traffic behind him.

<<Guns, guns, guns! Two enemy trucks look to be KIA. Knot, why don't you help clean up the rest of Snowcat's mess, yeah?>>

Humor filled his voice as he meant no ill will towards his compatriots, but hopefully poking fun would foster some friendly competition, motivating both squadrons to fly at their best.

by **Relikai** » Sun May 12, 2019 9:34 am

Second Lieutenant Kenneth Falkenrich 'Iceterine'
Valley of Kings - Near Orwell - Beiarusia

They got the mission, he's got the goods.

The Sukhoi packed an array of Air to Ground ordnance, Icterine giving himself a leeway of four AA missiles and a variety of SEAD weapons, and electro-optical guidance weapons. Not all SAMs used radars to track, and the occasional infrared weapon used to knock out Erusean helicopters patrolling the wilder areas of the country.

However, getting close given the briefing would be suicidal, and the threat of interceptors are forever real.

4 bombs, 4 AGMs and 4 AAMs were the standard loadout, the Flanker taking the low cap as the interceptors closed in. His first targets - the SPAAGs in the forest.

There wasn't much to see, but the streak of tracers from their cannons were obvious enough. A low-level bombing would be best, as his missiles could be kept for heavier-armored targets. Two bombs flew from the undercarriage as Ice pulled hard on the stick, lobbing the two dumb bombs over into the treeline, tracer fire barely missing his wing as he executed a high-altitude dash, aiming to throw them off with a stream of flares...

Ace Combat: Broken Line (IC/Open)

Operation: Checkmate

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