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4231
I'm torn out of the seat as the chute deploys. I sigh as I float down.

"I'm sorry guys," I say.

I remember a man, telling me about a place full of freedom, far away from NUAC. It wasn't compulsively militaristic or corrupt, but accepting, and even if you were indentured, there was still a taste of freedom.

One day, they came for him, and took him away. God knows where. They told me that he had lied to me. I believed it for a while, but everything he said I began to see. The suppression of dissenting ideas, the lack of free thought.

4232
"stuff!" I say, "Well, uh, forget-"

The RWR spikes. The sabre has fired a group of MMS. I dump countermeasures, but it's futile. Two missiles impact the aircraft, the right vertical stabilizer is sheared off, and the left engine is on fire and in-op. Also the rear radar receiver is destroyed.

"forget, forget! I'm bailing!" I say.

I put my head down and pull the handle. The canopy blasts off and I'm shot out into the open sky.

4233
I just am getting tossed up because I'm used to realism and we've switched back and forth quite a lot.



I'm left two HSM's, and the MiG's autocannon. The Sabre is still on me.

"Mjolnir 1-2 defending,"

The RWR buddy spike's, a friend is behind me. I kick the rudder and look behind. It's Casey.

"Casey, you remember the Thach weave?"

4234
What's an MMS. This is all throwing me off between fictional and non fictional ordnance, as well as realism and unrealism.

4235
Tracers fly over the canopy. RWR shows radar spike. I fire three R-77's at the Sabre.

"Mjolnir 1-2 fox 2, ripple," I say.

After the shots are away I jam the stick into my gut. The aircraft responds and I start getting tunnel vision.

4236
I loose the tornado for an aircraft that requires more immediate action. I maneuver towards a Sabre and fire a R-77.

4237
I fall in behind a Tornado and let loose an IR missile, as it was growling in my ear.

4238
"Mjolnir 1-2 clear for takeoff,"

"Copy clear for takeoff,"

The aircraft shutters and screams as it rolls forward. It pulls up easily and I begin go-arounds of the base in wait for the rest of my squadron mates.

"Wait, is Captain Obrad with us? I didn't see him."

4239
I look at my loadout. I have an ECM pod slung under the fuselage, four R-77's and two R-73's.

4240
By the time I make it to the MiG, the hanger doors are rolling open and the engines are screaming.

I hop into the MiG as the ground crew pull that last safeties off the weapons. The crew chief hands me the loadout list.

"Mjolnir 1-2, Tower, request taxi route,"

"Tower Mjolnir 1-2 taxi to runway 9 via taxiway bravo,"

I begin rolling out of the hanger, and wait on the hot pavement of Runway 9 for the others to form up for takeoff.

4241
I fall asleep in my bunk, if only temporarily.

4242
"Didn't you hear the intercom? Everyone's grounded."

I'm aware, but our squadron is at half strength.

4243
"What about us, Captain? There are only four of us cleared to fly, assuming that you're under some form of punishment. We've only been a squadron for a few days, if even that."

4244
I stand in the darkness, in awe.

4245
"I... Uh, I didn't expect to see you here, what's going on?" I say, playing stupid to learn a bit more.

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