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What should the 118th TFW be nicknamed?

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Nothing, 118th TFW suits just fine.
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Author Topic: 118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 9 - Shattered Skies  (Read 66878 times)

I attended the mission briefing, but I couldn't go. After giving back Toby's TDI Vector, I was left without a proper weapon, and the base was dry on firearms. I took the downtime as an opportunity to go and do some shopping at an infantry warehouse located a few hours from the base by car. After test firing a few guns at the range, I decided to take an AKS-74U. Although it felt crude in comparison to the Vector, it was dirt cheap, and the ammunition can be found nearly anywhere behind enemy lines. To go along with the gun, I got plenty of ammo, extra magazines, a sling, and a dragon skin vest. Happy with my choice, I head back to base and did a quick field strip to clean it out and get familiarized with the Kalashnikov design. I had to admit, that guy was pretty damned smart to create such an effective firearm with a design as simple as this. I cleaned it out pretty quickly, and in no time at all I pieced it back together. I held up the gun in my hands and looked at it closely. I thought I could try and help the guys out by flying CAS, but the mission didn't call for it at all, and nobody on the ground was a FAC operator or had a radio stack. I felt a little anxious about leaving them on the ground without any aerial support, but I'm sure they'd be able to make it through without my help. I stow away the AKS-74U under my mattress and lie in bed.
« Last Edit: October 15, 2011, 01:39:34 PM by NoZoner »

"What the hell!?" I said, ducking away from the explosion.

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« Last Edit: October 15, 2011, 09:33:06 AM by Vegetarian Zombie »

I watched the apache. "Damn!" I continued on into the jungle, following approximate coordinates given to me by a spy plane.

"Sergeant Thoms, that's who we're lookin' for, right?" I asked once we were far enough away. "Damn, if my wife knew I was out here, she'd have a fit."

Am I even allowed to fly helicopter CAS in this mission?




Can I randomly asdf out of nowhere with meh plaen?

up to zombie
kamikaze then eject at the last minute

up to zombie
kamikaze then eject at the last minute
Noo, not in my Mura :C

I see a smoking crash ahead. I lower my gun slightly, and signal to the five men with me. I walk up to it.

It wasn't the cargo. I find a downed F-4. It was split into 5 charred pieces, and it had friendly markings. Even curioser is that I find a crashed enemy MiG-23, and  I decided this must have been the ground below the airspace where the two planes had duked it out to the end. They must have both went down when in a head-on duel, considering the holes in the front parts of the aircraft, and judging from where the MiG's roosterpit and the F-4s wing was they must have collided. I report this find, and then check the roosterpits. The MiG roosterpit had a burned corpse in it. The F-4's RIO had apparently failed to eject, while the pilot survived. Both crashes seemed new, considering the bodies hadn't decayed, and the way some airplane parts still smoked and even burned. I told my men to keep a look out for an F-4 pilot. I told my radio operator to relay the following message; "This is Ground Team 001, we have two downed aircraft. It appears one pilot ejected. Keep a look-out."

I continue on in the normal direction, leaving the wreck behind.
« Last Edit: October 15, 2011, 11:48:40 PM by HelplessNobb88 »

I guess if assistance is needed, cont. Me.

"Gah, forget this." I was still too anxious to fall asleep. Not having anything better to do, I got up, grabbed the AKS-74U from under my mattress, and went over to the firing range to squeeze off a few rounds. They better come back alive, dammit.

I lay in bed awake, "Damn," I say, " Feels like I've been sleeping for 2 years." I get my crutches and walk around the base.