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Postby Lauzanne » Tue Jan 28, 2020 12:48 am

Igrane Airbase, Oisijek Province, Lauzanne.
3km from the town of Igrane.
0912 Hours


Flight Lieutenant Clara “Remi” Dupont gazed out at the small menagerie of aircraft in their hangars. The MiG-23’s that formed the base’s main squadron sat prepped and ready to go for the second round of exercises. Her eyes drifted past the LDF technicians checking those aircraft and instead settled on the Froxian contingent. She was confident she’d not seen a single man among them, and was still bewildered whenever she saw the odd non-human ears or tails. They tirelessly worked on prepping their own F-15’s. Remi was quite taken aback by the size of them, but even they were dwarfed by the Su-27’s she’d seen at another LAF base on exercise. Next up was the JL-9 Trainers with the Hurti Air Force, their sleek look reminiscent of F-20’s to the pilot’s trained eyes. Lastly, her gaze settled on her and her wingman’s craft, the newly-made MRF-1 “Groza”. The culmination of Lauzanne’s efforts to upgrade it’s military, beginning with a small multirole fighter. The pilot knew today should be straightforward, just joint flying for the next week. It should be, but a gut feeling was telling her today was going to turn out interestingly.

Blue Sabre was the name given to a string of co-operative training exercises of various branches co-operating with other nations, an attempt to bolster the nation’s defence and give them new tactics to fight the Red Star Movement, a local communistic insurgency. The LDF has been fighting against this force for quite some time, mainly concentrated to the northern provinces of Novo, Oisijek, and Kieno. As of late they’ve been quiet. Perhaps too quiet.

Blue Sabre was being conducted in other parts of the country, as well. The neighbouring Kieno Province was host to various countries’ SOF on training, however Remi knew that there was more to such an exercise as she was told. But that didn’t matter to her, right now. What mattered was the blue sky above her, clouds only on the horizon. Remi looked up, and through the uneasiness eating at her, she smiled.
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Postby Hurtful Thoughts » Tue Jan 28, 2020 8:00 pm

Lt Major Grable was present more for administrative purposes, officially. Realisticly, he was an old war-pug that had seen hard fighting, and the leadership trusted his opinion on his matters of observation. The actual flying was being entrusted to some younger lads from the 508th Army Tactical Figher wing with tarmac-detail falling to some 90th Zeta militiamen that he'd caught loafing around a prison-camp in Chitzeland.

Elsewhere, Lt Marinez was inspecting his JL-9s, they were indeed manuverable, although the non-adjustable intakes meant the grunting big turbojet had problems going above transonic... ever... Chinese backwards-engineering at least made them theoretically supersonic... so there was that. Still, he missed the F-5M mk IIs his unit had to trade in after a... 'barracks incident' and was forced out from the 106th Chemical Warfare Division. He was briefed that Froxians would be present, and had been informed that certain exceptions were to be made to accomodate their privacy for his own safety. Plus the more capable planes could not be spared for a milex, so he just had to make do... He noticed his wingman Lt Kobe Jordans was eyeing the MiG-23s with an envious gaze. Kobe wasn't wrong to want one, the clean lines and powerful engine on even a MiG-27k allowed such planes to pull away and make a hasty escape from otherwise 'superior' aircraft with such frustrating ease that it had become commonplace to teach Hurti bomber pilots to abuse such 'tactics'. These fighter-pilots, however, would need to outmanuver their Froxian and Lauzannian comrades.

Further back was the familiar sight of Specialists Schwartz and Foyt arguing over a deck of cards by their assigned hangar, a beat-up old Mi-17 sporting Hurti insignia in the background. Where those two went, the rest of Alfa-team was seldom far away.
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Postby Monfrox » Wed Jan 29, 2020 4:35 am

Of all the places, and all the people, sometimes you found yourself in the most interesting of predicaments. That was the main attitude Lieutenant Colonel Scarlett "Maverick" Wiske had while walking out onto the tarmac with her wingman, Major Anna "Sidewinder" Fokker. The 13th Night Fighter Wing had been given the illustrious task of providing neighboring countries with skilled pilots for dogfighting lessons among other aspects of flight operations. The idea was to not only build up regional allies and relationships, but also bring their pilots up to a higher standard. It was for this reason that the 147th Tactical Fighter Squadron had been sent in place of a usual aggressor squadron. Monfrox was the top dog in military power by sheer numbers and arguably in quality of soldiers depending on who you asked on what day at what time and in which nation. Despite being rather xenophobic and isolationist, they heavily monitored the regional borders with early warning radars and other such defenses. In that sense, Monfrox was very much the big sister who didn't pay attention to you on the daily, but would happily beat the shit out of anyone who tried to bully you.

To this end, the 13th Fighter Wing had been sent with some auxiliary units to help secure their equipment and assets. For a week-long stint, the 147th "Voskhod" Squadron was complimented by the 30th Operations Squadron, the 655th Air Refueling Squadron, a contingent from the 99th Combat Military Police Group, and even a detachment of operators from the 1st Angel Company for the possibility of special operations training. The existence of Hurties on the base had put the MPs on the edge and the lookout for anyone trying to make funny business. Strict policy of no co-ed barracks was being enforce, by gunpoint when necessary. For now though, it was time for Scarlett to get her shit together for the flight mission for today. She and Anna stopped outside their hangar, watching the airmen in munitions load the training ammo into the 25mm gatling. Unlike the previous Eagles, the F-15AIM "Aurora" fighters had large front canards for added agility, but this also mean the gun could shred the right canard if fired during a turn. Rather than trying to hinder the dogfighting capability of the aircraft by disengaging the arming of the gun when the canard was over the gun port, the gun was simply taken our and mounted under the fuselage. The trade-off between losing pilots and losing the gun on an emergency landing was a no-brainer.

"Alright, let's pull the chocks and get these bad boys in the air." Scarlett said with a gleam in her eye.
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Postby Lauzanne » Thu Jan 30, 2020 12:22 am

Remi remembered the gist of the briefing well, seeing as most of it was just scenario talk, ground crew co-ordination and the SOP's she'd heard a million times. But she found it interesting that the two other participating nations, the Hurtis and the Froxians, would be squaring off before the Lauzanneans simulated their duel with the Hurti's JL-9's, and finally the Lauzannean's mixed squadron of Grozas and MiG-23's against the formidable Auroras. the 23's themselves were old 23MLD's that had been upgraded to fire more modern missiles, as well as improved helmet sights, among other changes and modernisations to give the ageing planes a fighting chance in the modern skies. However, Remi knew now wasn't the time to idly think. She saw a pair of Froxian pilots stood near their planes. Remi was intrigued by the pair, opting to stroll towards them, her traditionally-playful look on her face

Remi made her final approach, coming within sight of the pair. She stuck her hand out to the two, looking welcoming to the pair of foreigners.

"I'm looking forward to seeing how you folks perform in combat. Name's Remi."

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Postby Hurtful Thoughts » Sat Feb 01, 2020 11:29 am

Specialist Schwartz looked up from his adult-themed cards long enough to see one of the host-pilots wandering dangously close to the Froxian 'camp', and swiftly jumped up and moved to intercept. He was too late to stop them from getting close, but he finally managed to place his body between her and the other two Froxians.

"Woah there! Those are Froxians. Best not get too close to their things. They have this habit of leaving bite-marks. Not that you cann--"
With his back to the Froxians, and still hiding his cards from Foyt, his winning hand of cards were in plain view of Sidewinder... it was a stacked Froxian deck.

Foyt meanwhile just shook his head, and began inspecting his light machine-gun just to subtly discourage any excess amounts of stupidity rolling back his way.

Marcus and Kobe were busy pre-flighting their planes, a Mokan trainee they picked up with the 90th boys in Chitzeland simply named "Tsu" was hovering and lingering with them. Aparently he was some sort of accomplished pilot of some sort from wherever he was before all this, asking to at least be a backseater to a JL-9... Marcus relented on this issue, but instead opted to have him in the front of his plane so he could see how he'd do, and at least still had instructor-override should he be lying about his qualifications.
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Postby Monfrox » Tue Feb 04, 2020 4:11 am

The Lieutenant Colonel heard footsteps and, after a brief glance, she was glad to see it wasn't one of the Hurties coming over. In fact, it was one of their grateful host nation's pilots who came to introduce herself. It wasn't long before the seemingly normal exchange was interrupted by one of the Hurties, who very rudely referred to the Froxians as if they weren't here.

"Oi!" Scarlett elbowed the man out of the way and stepped around. "You wanna go run laps around the flightline for me until I get tired, grunt? Don't you run up on me unless you got a salute and the greeting of the day for me, first. Now beat it!"

In a bit of a rare face, Scarlett threw the book at the Specialist. Really, she was just using it as an excuse to dissuade him from such rapid approaches in the future. Anna had a rather blank stare on her face, like she was expecting something.
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Postby Lauzanne » Thu Feb 06, 2020 7:03 am

Remi watched the Hurti Specialist and the Froxian Lieutenant Colonel seemingly argue with a smirk. She'd heard rumours, but it was amusing to her to see them play out right in front of her. She laughed ever so quietly, evoking the 'hon-hon-hon' that would be expected of one with her accent.

"Leaving bite marks? What a terrible thing to have happen to little me." Remi said in an innocent tone that belied her apparent intentions, but Remi's thoughtful look turned into a shrug.
"Oh well, perhaps I can talk to you two ladies tonight. Slivovitz or vodka?" Her expression turned from one of innocent and naivete to a more businesslike one, finally smiling.
"Both. I'll bring both. See you two in the skies. And I'll see you-" She points at Schwarz "-around, you apparent Hero, saviour of innocent girls from teethy Froxians." Remi smirked at the Specialist, before turning around and idly striding towards her Groza.

"Took you long enough. Mingling with the locals?" Ivan "Vlad" Dumitru quipped, holding out a large, HUD equipped helmet for Remi to take.
"It's not like we're in a hurry, Vlad. Still waiting on the 23's to be ready." Remi replied, gently taking the helmet and nestling it in the crook of her arm.
"Right, did you tell them you're Remi or did you use your real name for once? Pays to be upfront with them." Ivan replied, letting a small smirk appear on his face.
"Did you tell them you were the top pilot in the country, or the second best? It pays to be upfront~" Remi shot back, causing Ivan to shake his head.
"I'm the better pilot and you know it."
"Funny, I remember being the first pilot they contacted. Oh well. 2, are you ready to show them what we can do?" Remi asked, Ivan rolling his eyes and copying her smirk.
"Yeah, let's rock and roll."
The pair bumped fists, before heading off to their respective aircraft, the other LAF pilots were similarly ready, only awaiting the Hurti and Froxians to be ready to takeoff.

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Postby Hurtful Thoughts » Sat Feb 08, 2020 10:17 am

Schwartz looked past Scarlet and at the jet-black F-15s behind her, the nose and tail-art being vagueley familiar...

"You know, we have a lot in common, colonel. Your squadron was in support of Operation Blind Knife a few months back, correct? I suggest you read Ristovski's detailed report when you get the chance... of course even that'll omit how one of our specialists bagged a red haired colonel the night before... one of your flight mechanics..." He flipped out a playing card, sporting a photo-realisticly hand-drawn scantily-clad red-haired buff-Froxian-vixen sporting a distinctive-eyepatch over her left-eye, "I believe you'd recognize her. She'd be quite hard to miss."

He then returned the card back to his hand, gave a quick yet professionally brisk salute, and returned to his game. Manipulating Froxian paranoia into curiosity was an art best practiced slowly under a low flame, preferably via candle-light and with plenty of alcohol... Hurti/Froxian drinking-contests were often quite legendary whenever they did actually occur.

Meanwhile, a pair of JL-9s were already kitted-out,their pilots prepped. Marcu would be taking a backseat to Tsu to see if he had any talent, while Kobe would be their baseline-figure for this skirmish. Their loadout was mostly simulated in favor of carrying three full drop-tanks to stay in the air. Kobe's backseat compartment was crammed with an ECM/recon-pod for data-gathering purposes. The JL-9Gs featuring wingtip-pylons for housing a pair of live Python 3s plus a few banks of 20-cell 80mm (B-8V20), and 5-cell 130mm (B13L) rocket-pods for air-to-ground gunnery-practice.
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Postby Monfrox » Sun Feb 09, 2020 2:00 am

Scarlett simply stared at the Specialist as he walked away, not bothering to return the salute. She spat onto the tarmac and turned around with Anna following suit.

"Was he trying to insinuate that-"

"I don't give a goddamn what he was trying to say. I didn't hear the words Blind Knife and I didn't hear a greeting of the day. Next time he runs up to me like that, I'm socking him in the gut."

"Colonel, you're getting hotheaded again."

"Yeah, I know. Let's hurry up and get into the air already. I wanna personally show these guys who they're dealing with."

By now the planes had been towed out onto the ramp and the crew chiefs were waiting. Scarlett and Anna did a forearm check to each other before heading off to their respective planes and donning their flight helmets and G-suits. With their enhanced eyes they could see very well in the dark without night vision devices, which was why every pilot in the 13th Wing was like them. Only a few could be aces though, and even still these were daytime exercises. No aces up the sleeve for today beyond the AIM's maneuverability. The engines roared as Scarlett did the start up alongside the pre-flight checklist and found everything to be satisfactory. For the purpose of training, a universal frequency was given where all pilots could hear each other, though the Froxians had programmed a separate channel that was private to the Lt. Col. and her wingman.

The Auroras made their way to the hold short line. No missiles on the hardpoints beyond targeting pods for simulated lock on, and even the 25mm gun had been loaded with inert casings. Of course, the Froxians were not happy with the lack of any real munitions, but the 25mms could work as slugs in a pinch. It was all for the sake of training, and for that they obliged the Lauzanneans. Scarlett contacted the tower for clearance for take off and then moved onto the taxiway, following to the designated runway with Anna not far behind. They would be playing the role of the aggressors today and would intercept the Hurties. Scarlett felt better taking a look out her tinted cockpit at the JL-9s on the ramp. They looked like nothing special so she figured she'd have a little fun with them. Payback for the Specialist. She revved the engine.

"Voskhod 1, callsign Maverick, taking off."

"Voskhod 2, callsign Sidewinder, taking off."

Both fighters roared down the runway and took off before normal speeds had even been achieved compared to other aircraft. Even at rotation speeds as low as 68 km/h, the Auroras could take off and climb up as their engines started to open up. They had barely made it halfway down the runway and were already soaring up into the air.

"Sidewinder, let's stick up around Angels 5 and head out towards our vector while we wait for company."

"Roger, I'm with ya. Any pre-planning?"

"Give 'em the ol' bait and switch and flip it."

"I love it."
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Postby Hurtful Thoughts » Sun Feb 09, 2020 4:30 pm

The Hurti mission for this exercise was simple, simulate a deep-strike mission getting bumped by light air opposition. Their goal is to remain viable in the ground-support role, aside from not being shot down before the Froxians reach their simulated bingo-fuel and knockoff the exercise. In real life, they would ideally have a fighter escort, but being multi-role the briefing surmises that planning decided to risk it and instead had Kobe's plane designated as "buddy-tanker" and wingman with his air-to-ground stores being slated for an imaginary secondary target closer to the front.

As such the air engagements would be conducted in reverse order, with the simulated deep-strike being intercepted after loss of its escort to bingo-fuel, followed by a ground-engagement exercise by Kobe's plane and an in-air refueling, followed by a re-engagement to simulate an escorted strike-intercept before finally dropping all stores and actually taking the air-to-air seriously.

To be quite honest Colonel Grable was expecting to take considerable losses, as their planes were burdened with external stores in addition to not being particularly advanced in the first place. Best he could hope for was to maybe get a Froxian to hit the simulated hard-deck.

A quick check with each of the pilots and all the ground crewmen with a thumbs-up for go and they were soon off on the taxiway while the Hurti security-forces watched and listened to the radio chatter of all pilots involved. Foyt slapped Schwartz on the back of the head for trying to goad an emotional response from the Froxians.

The Hurti takeoff roll occured much differently than the Froxian one. They had to get to 120 km/hr before attempting to rotate off the tarmac and it even took them longer for the planes to accelerate up to that speed. But that was where the differences began, as instead of immediately pulling into a steep climb, they pumped afterburner and drag-raced their jets out to 800 km/hr before sharply pitching to a 70 degree climb at the edge of the runway, where they cut burners and continued to accelerate out to 880 km/hr at a sustained climb rate of 170m/s, pulling nearly 8 Gs in the process as they shot into the sky like a laser-beam and leveled off at angles 11 to simulate the "hi" portion of their Hi-Lo-Hi strike-run, allowing the Froxians to get a positive track on them before they dive to the "Lo" portion and begin the actual intercept at angels 5 to simulate being only 500 meters above ground level rather than 5000.
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Postby Lauzanne » Mon Feb 10, 2020 7:27 am

The Groza's were fitted with the standard loadout for a training op, which did include standard air-to-air missiles, however one of the MICA ER's spots was taken by a targeting pod to simular radar guided missiles, and another replacing an R-73 to simulate the IR missiles. The reasoning that the others would have heard (and that any branch of the LDF operates on) is that they need to be able to respond to a situation at a moment's notice.

The pair of LAF pilots were the last to take off, taxiing to their designated positions. As they watched the others do their flashy manoeuvres, their radio headsets sprang to life.

"Angel-1, Angel-2, clear for takeoff. 6 Archangel and observe, over."
"Affirmative." Remi replied, looking over to her wingman. His reply was making wings with his hands, which caused Remi to smile.

The pair of Grozas took off as normal, kicking in the afterburners as they started to lift off. The pair started to fork apart, going as vertical as their planes would allow. After climbing high enough and far apart enough, they both activated their flare dispensers, sending them out in such an arc to resemble an angel's wings to the other two nation's pilots and ground crews. After reaching Angels 6, the Dumitru converged on Remi, inverting and flying above his leader before flipping around again and finding his way on her rear-left.

"Good view, Hurties' attacking and Froxians intercepting?" Dumitru asked, peering out at the four other craft sharing the sky.
"Looks like. We're going to have a tough time beating those Froxians, but the Hurties... I hear they're unpredictable, at best."
"I'm going to worry about the Froxians more. Way I heard it, we're dealing with ace pilots in those."
"At least we're earning that paycheck. Eyes out and let's see what they do."

The two LAF pilots watched the events with great interest. Analysing teamwork and behaviours of the other two nations' pilots.

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Postby Monfrox » Mon Feb 10, 2020 4:51 pm

Disc 1, Track 01 - "Training Flight"
"Good morning gentlemen, the temperature is 64 degrees and it is a beeaautiful day for flying. We'll be your dance partners for this exercise, but don't worry if we take the lead." The Lieutenant Colonel said over the training frequency before pushing back to the private channel.

Scarlett led Anna in on their designated vector and looked ahead. The Hurty JL-9s were on radar, but nowhere near close enough to lock yet.

"Tally bandits. Side, let's get flashy. Fence 'em. Scissors into roll and we'll see how we can shake 'em up. Keep on the move. I don't want to get splashed on the first pass."

"Roger, Mav."

"Alright, Major. Let's get the fangs out."

Scarlett and Anna flipped their master arm switches on to activate the targeting pods, which curiously enough were made up to resemble AIM-9s as much as possible, but had no rocket fins to be able to distinguish them from the real thing. It kept training exercises relatively uneventful, as the last thing that was needed was some munitions officer to mix up the two and create an incident. The F-15AIMs came in head first, with Scarlett hitting the afterburner a bit to get out in front of Anna. Being the best pilots in the Monfrox Air Force, they were also responsible to doing acrobatic demonstrations in their Auroras. And so they broke formation and began to perform an alternating scissors maneuver that evolved into a rolling scissors as they got closer and closer, and even started to sharpen the turns to dissuade the Hurties' targeting systems from acquiring a stable lock.

The rolls went tight and they passed right over and under the formation, though Scarlett did not hear good tone. Oh well, you couldn't get lucky all the time. She and Anna came up into alternating high yo-yos, crossing paths before coming along to reacquire the JL-9s.

"Take 'em both at the same time, Side. We've got the edge on 'em, so don't be afraid to get fancy. Don't let 'em touch ya."

"Don't get too cocky, Mav."

"Who, me? Never! Push back to training frequency."
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Postby Lauzanne » Wed Feb 12, 2020 2:22 am

On the ground, a small group of individuals on the edge of a forest saw the planes approaching them. With ramshackle uniforms and mismatched gear, a man with binoculars keeping his eyes on the six jets roaming the skies signalled to the others to get ready. The men wasted no time taking the camouflage netting off of their vehicle. The netting being removed revealed it as a 2K22 Tunguska, the crew jumping inside the metal beast to prepare to fire on the planes flying over their territory.

"Six of them. Two flying straight, two flying around, two at a distance. Look like fighters, but they could have rockets."

The Tunguska fired up, the radar dish raising to the top of the turret as the gunner started to aim it at the encroaching jets.

"Fire when they get closer. We have to surprise them."
The turret rotated towards the encroaching planes, the radars not activating yet so as to not alert their enemy to it's position. But soon enough they would start to fire on them.


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