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« on: March 02, 2015, 11:53:11 PM »
I immediately recognize the accent and smile faintly. "Porlaqis? Why?" I tug my stick without effort, putting a little more thrust into my engine, and gain altitude. I fly above one of the fighters and tap my stick left as well as towards me once forth. I get on the tail of one of the Porlaqi's, a little more elevated as well as in sights of the top and mumble "May God forgive me for killing this conscript." I burst my autocannon.
I look to the side for a second and see one of the guys shoot his whole guided arsenal at the two bombers. "I heard they don't like anyone wasting missiles." I mumble half to myself.