Everything had been going pretty good so far, well, as good as it could get when one was fighting a steady stream of enemy troops, vehicles, and aircraft in a raging storm and temperatures below freezing, which, admittedly, wasn't very good. But still, the Emmerian air cover had been doing a good job of supporting the troops on the ground defending the Toredo Munitions Factory, destroying enemy forces below and their air support. That was, until, a dozen new Estovakian fighters arrived.
Rusalka-1: <<Colonel Stroika. Your defection has forced our hand. We had hoped to try and get you to return for a proper trial, but we can see your mind has been poisoned. There's no other explanation for your association with these hired guns, these honorless beasts with no nation. Judicar, take the mercenaries out. Heretic, level the ground facilities, it matters little to our war effort.>>
Spectre: <<We got company!>>
Honorless beasts with no nation?!, Villanueva fumed in his head. He needed the money for his family! He was rudely jolted from these thoughts by a sound that forebode trouble: the sound that indicated someone had locked onto his Fitter. He immediately pulled hard on the stick and climbed steeply to break the lock, almost like a rocket. Villanueva grunted as he felt the strain of G-forces on his body. Pushing the stick forward to bring the nose down, he looked around in search of the aircraft that had locked onto him. For a moment, he couldn't find it. Then, he saw a Stovie MiG-21 Fishbed flying below. Judging from its position, that was most likely the plane that had locked onto him. He hesitated for a millisecond.
Although he had decent air-to-air combat skills, they were better for defensive action or with the element of surprise rather than offensive without surprise, meaning a dogfight would be difficult for him. His specialty was in air-to-ground combat. But in that split-second decision, he decided to ignore all that and dive after the MiG, opening fire with his NR-30 gun.
Spectre: <<Gun.>>
He missed. Cursing, he brought the Fitter out of the dive and sped up after the Fishbed. He was in the thick of the dogfight now. The next few moments would be what Villanueva later considered the most difficult of his career as a military pilot. He perceived the dogfight as the most difficult one he had ever been involved in. His eyes were busy, keeping the MiG-21 in his line of sight and watching out for other aircraft to avoid a mid-air collision. The two planes dived, climbed, turned left and right.
That enemy pilot is good, Villanueva thought to himself. The Estovakian pilot had been unable to shake Villanueva off his tail, but had prevented him from getting a good lock on his plane. Suddenly, the MiG dived. Villanueva dived after it. But in front of him was a dark mass: ground. Solid ground that could turn him and his plane to a smoking wreck of pieces. Reacting quickly, he pulled up, narrowly avoiding a crash and a maneuvering kill for the Fishbed pilot.
Disregarding the fact that it was the enemy pilot's job to kill him, Villanueva cursed the Stovie for almost costing him his life. He was angry now, and wanted more than ever to shoot him down. He realized he could no longer see the Estovakian MiG-21. He banged his fist on the right side of the canopy. He wanted revenge. Then, out of the edge of his peripheral vision, he saw it: the Fishbed. It was flying slowly, presumably because the pilot thought he had done away with Spectre. Villanueva quickly made a plan, intent on pulling up right below the Stovie fighter, catching the pilot by surprise, and firing his last R-60 missile into the engine.
Usually, because he specialized in air-to-ground combat he would be wary of flying at this low altitude due to the threats of AA guns, MANPADs, and SAMs. But now he was mad and more reckless, his ability to plan and take these factors into account deteriorating. He sped up to subsonic speeds for the third time in the mission, really pushing the AL-21 engine to its limits. The MiG had begun to climb. The pilot had probably figured out he was still alive and after him, and was getting ready to make his escape. That made Villanueva's window to shoot him down shrink every second he wasted.
Being the proficient ground-attacker that he was he noticed of a pair of BMP-2 IFVs and Estovakian infantry attacking an allied position as he followed the MiG. He made a mental note to come back and destroy them after dealing with the Fishbed. He was right below it now. He pulled up and fired his last AAM.
Spectre: <<Fox 2.>>
The missile hit the part of the underside right below the engine. It caused a small explosion and a fire that took out the engine. The fire spread, and smoke trailed from the MiG-21 as it fell back down to earth. Almost robotically, Villanueva said:
Spectre: <<Splash one enemy Fishbed.>>
He turned around, the destroyed Estovakian fighter falling down from the sky in his wake. Now that he had dealt with the MiG, he would deal with the enemy BMPs. Once he had the targets in his sights, he unleashed two S-8 rockets on one of the BMPs. The first rocket damaged it, the next blew it to pieces. He proceeded to strafe the Stovie infantry with his NR-30 and came around for another pass, destroying the last BMP in the same fashion and again strafing the enemy soldiers. Climbing again, he reported the kills.
Spectre: <<Enforcer 7, confirming destruction of two enemy BMP-2s. Winchester on air-to-air missiles.>>