118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 9 - Shattered Skies

[battlebrain]

As I climb into the roosterpit of the Phantom I get a little too shaky and fall, I get knocked out cold.

[Ad Bot]

[xxxxkill]

I looked out the canopy. "Erm... Hammer 4-1 is out cold."

[HelplessNobb88]

Toby, walking out to his Phantom, sees Lenta fall. I call for a medic and immediately start checking over him.

[Shinenzu]

Forumer Name: Shinenzu
Character Name: Shi
Character Age (18-50): 19
Piloting Style (Air-to-Air, Air-to-Ground, or Multirole): Multirole
Personality: Never a bad kid, he's always got his mind on tactics. Sometimes he can be devious, or even joke around a bit.
Callsign (A word and a number): Gamma 6-37
[[Freelance, if that's okay. Due to that, he has a older plane, instead of a Phantom.]]
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The slightly battered plane began to soar, entering the air. Finger sliding over the guns trigger as he came overhead. Turning around with a simple loop, he was in an invert flight for a few moments. All that was seen in the air was a gray streak as he soared over some patches of water.

[Gojira]

"Roger that, I'll go see what's wrong. Something tells me it's PTSD."

note: PTSD = Post-traumatic stress disorder

[Shinenzu]

"Low fuel.." He sighed, turning the plane slightly clockwise, only to let out the landing gear, coming in for a screeching halt, somewhat close to the small group. Noting others, he grasped his MP5 from under the seat, holstering the SMG-sidearm, before exitting the elder plane.

[Gojira]

Seeing the jet land, I draw my pistol, and run towards the pilot who is exiting his aircraft.
"Who the hell are you?"
That's when I noticed his SMG.

[Shinenzu]

"Got any spare fuel?" He asked. He noticed what they were looking towards, and the fact they drew their pistol. He pulled out his SMG, "I don't want a gunfight, I just need some spare fuel. I'm a freelance pilot, known in the sky as Gamma 6-37. If you fire the first shot, I fire back. Make a wise move, will you?"

[Vegetarian Zombie]

"Sir, this is an ISAF base. We need all the fuel we have."

[xxxxkill]

"Got any spare fuel?" He asked. He noticed what they were looking towards, and the fact they drew their pistol. He pulled out his SMG, "I don't want a gunfight, I just need some spare fuel. I'm a freelance pilot, known in the sky as Gamma 6-37. If you fire the first shot, I fire back. Make a wise move, will you?"

"Buddy, we shoot, you die. Fuel's over that way." I pointed to a tank.

[Gojira]

"Sir, this is an ISAF base. We need all the fuel we have."

"He just said it. We apologize for the inconvenience," I say, not sounding very apologetic.

[Shinenzu]

"You see, I run cargo. On my jet is several mounted fifty calibers, to be specific, four, two on both wings. Right now, I'm running six crates of gunpowder, one wrong shot, we all die. This isn't the typical stuff, more of the stuff used in the bombs that could forget up a entire town when it's used right. I could just forgetin' turn around, and blast the thrusters on my rocket, causing a chain reaction, killing us all." He said, notioning towards his jet. "This is what I know as Grade Six cargo, AKA highly important. I'm running it to a base not too far from here."

[Vegetarian Zombie]

"Hold him here. The Captain would like to hear about this..." I said, walking off quickly.

[Gojira]

I head back to get to work on the unconscious guy. I lift him and take him to the medical ward.

[Vegetarian Zombie]

I turned toward the 'freelance' pilot. "Don't. Move."