Alpha Flights, 14th and 2nd Wings
Flight-Captain James Young always found his surname ironic. At the tender age of thirty-one he was one of the best naval aviators in the VN, and it hadn't taken him long to get promoted through the ranks before ending up in command of the 14th Naval Fighter Squadron, better known, and respected, throughout the Navy as the 'Lifetakers'. But that wasn't the ironic thing really. No, the ironic part of his name was how it mocked his looks, since he still looked like someone in his early twenties. None of which changed the fact he was still one of the best damned pilots in the VNAF. He activated the radio that connected him to the rest of Alpha Flight, ready to give them a final briefing of sorts. "Alright, Alpha-Leader to Alpha Flight, let's see what's up for business."
Another voice broke into the channel. "Command, Fourteen-Alpha-Leader. There's a helicopter outbound to the Tagmatine naval forces. Escort it there immediately, copy?"
"Fourteen-Alpha-Leader, Command, good copy. Flight is inbound to designated coordinates. Okay, Alpha Flight, form on me. ROE is no Spectres, I don't want them locking onto our own allies, so keep it to Spikes. Keep it cool in there. The sooner they can get to safety the sooner we can get to fighting the enemy's naval fighters, copy?"
"Alpha-Two, Alpha-Leader. Got it." The rest of Alpha Flight quickly asserted their acknowledgement of the orders.
"Alright Alpha Flight. Open to full throttle, come to heading Point North Four-Ten degrees. Go for it." The five sleek warplanes swiftly waved off away from their brethren of the Heartbreakers. As in all carrier operations in the VN the first flight of every wing was known as Alpha Flight, and the flights were launched in descending order anyway, which meant it would normally be Alpha, then Beta and so on being launched from multiple squadrons.
The 'Heartbreakers' were friendly rivals to the 'Lifetakers', each squadron permanently trying to outdo each other in the best manoeuvres, the best pilots and the most kills. Flight Captain Dean Graveson was like Young in their shared desire to see their respective squadrons as the top dogs of Naval Aviation. The difference between them was Graveson was the nephew of the very same Admiral Graveson who was commanding the fleet, and he had to struggle almost constantly against the snide rumours of nepotism that passed in the bunkrooms of his stations. Those who knew him well regarded him to be a natural pilot though, and he and Young had become fast friends. "Second-Alpha-Leader, Fourteen-Alpha-Leader, don't worry Young, we'll let some of them stay around for your guys to clean up," he smirked into his mic.
"Heartbreakers, form on me. Targets are UFA ships. Lock weapons, and fire when you find a target. And make damned sure none of you fly solo. I don't want someone pinged by an x-ray just because no-one was around to watch their back."
The five planes swept downwards, the indistinct mass below them slowly reordering into the outlines of warships. Some were aflame, their metal hulls being consumed by on-board firestorms. Others were slowly breaking up, wreckage floating off into the heaving morass of cannonfire and hails of missiles. The vast majority of ships were still fighting, each one a steel beast trying to savage its opponents. They split up, Graveson taking Alpha's 3 and 5 with him while 2 and 4 angled off to the right. The three odd-numbered fighters quickly zeroed in on a Rhydinian destroyer, before loosing off all six of their Mk23 AShM's. It was probably going to be more than needed, but they had to make sure that the enemy was completely taken out of action. The trio broke upwards, suddenly racing into the melee above between the UFA and Batory fighters. The two even fighters had likewise found themselves a target, a crippled frigate limping its way from the field. They raced after it like a pair of hounds chasing a bloodied fox, before their missiles reached out to try and claim it. One of them suddenly exploded as a nearby AA missile turned it into high-velocity shrapnel.
Vetokite Naval Relief Force
The fleet was slowly moving up ever closer. The two fleet carriers had each launched a single E-2 AWAC's to provide cover while they readied another two flights apiece. The vast bulk of a 'Cbayn' dreadnought and three 'Broadsword'-class Battlecruisers accompanied them, slowly ranging out into a line while the numerous shapes of 'Mogami'-class AA cruisers, 'Parish'-class destroyers and 'Firefly'-class frigates accompanied them in a formation designed to provide equal all-round coverage for all the capital ships. The ships that would do the real killing for now though was the five 'Archer'-class Attack Submarines that glided through the deep azure water. They weren't many in number, but most of the others were laid up in dry-dock back in home waters or on patrol there.
"Sir, message from the Batory fleet. They're grateful we're nearly there, and that they'd appreciate help ASAP."
Admiral Graveson looked over to his exec. "Well I guess we should give it to them." He leaned over to the intercom embedded in the handrest of his chair. "Archer Actual to Challenger Actual. Commence discriminate bombardment, range extreme. Danger close, I repeat, fire danger close." A muffled acknowledgement came back before Graveson turned his eyes to the bulk of the Cbayn ahead. The VLS cells on the rear portion of the vast hull opened up slowly, almost teasingly slow in their aspect. The three 'Broadsword's did likewise, the long-range missile-carrying VLS cells opening up.
"This is Challenger to squadron. Commence bombardment, range extreme, danger close." All of them were firing the recently-acquired HK7 Cruise Missile, with the Challenger alone firing a grand total of four-hundred and thirty-two. That was as nothing to the sheer weight of the bombardment put out by the Broadswords however, each one of which could launch one-thousand and twenty-four of the same missiles. Within a few minutes, a vast ripple of fire and smoke heralded the launch of three-thousand, five-hundred and four missiles, all targeted towards the rearmost portion of the UFA fleets. They might not get the best targets but it would be worth it if they could avoid accidentally hitting their own allies.