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What should the 118th TFW be nicknamed?

Mobius Squadron
4 (19%)
Wardog Squadron
7 (33.3%)
Nothing, 118th TFW suits just fine.
8 (38.1%)
Garuda Team
2 (9.5%)

Total Members Voted: 21

Author Topic: 118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 9 - Shattered Skies  (Read 67328 times)

Only few of the bullets grazed, one of them hitting the wing at a wrong angle, causing the missile to detonate. "Breaking max speed! Thrusters are on fire!" Vector called out. "A forget shall not be given!" He screamed, as he hit 900 MPH. His wings were about to practically shatter as he went under Vega, and went right above him, blasting off sixty shots from his MGs.

"EAT LEAD, MOTHER forgetERS!" He grinned darkly, as he spun around again, going straight for Kill. He spun out of the sky, before coming back up, turning sideways again, "Wind Render procedure!" Vector yelled. He hit the max thrusters, his roosterpit's glass nearly shattering as he ripped through Kill's right wing partially, leaving it dangling in the wind.

"Soundwave Overdrive, Max speed." He said, as the plane began to become less stable. A Self Delete procedure, only used by the best. He started to let off all the bullets he had loaded into Vega's plane, before going sideways, one of his wings beginning to shatter, falling apart as he soared, it tore into fragments, damaging his thrusters.

He fought to keep steady in the sky. As the missile chases, he dives down, before going straight up, managing to lose the missile, although losing some of his left wing aswell.

"You're going down..." I flew ahead of him, and as our eyes met, I lifted my open hand, and flipped him off. I then procedded to fly up, come back down behind him, and shoot his plane down. By the laws of inertia, he landed nowhere near the base, crashing into a...

Zombie, you decide.

I noticed Shi's plane start to break apart.
"His plane is traveling too fast! It's starting to break apart!"
I manage to get right behind him and begin firing my MG into his left engine. The engine is ripped to shreds by the MG's high-explosive rounds.

I noticed Shi's plane start to break apart.
"His plane is traveling too fast! It's starting to break apart!"
I manage to get right behind him and begin firing my MG into his left engine. The engine is ripped to shreds by the MG's high-explosive rounds.

Beat you to shooting his ass down.

I helped tear him apart, k?

"You're going down..." I flew ahead of him, and as our eyes met, I lifted my open hand, and flipped him off. I then procedded to fly up, come back down behind him, and shoot his down. By the laws of inertia, he landed nowhere near the base, crashing into a...

Zombie, you decide.

Slight godmod, plus he was already about to go down, but not before leaving a nice ol' present on the base.

It's a Self Delete flight, mainly.

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He was a bit too smart. As his engine is ripped to shreds, he does one last thing: As one more shot is sent towards it, he sends his plane directly down, the shot striking the hull. He dives out, as the roosterpit shatters, and pulls the string, flaring his parachute. The plane explodes behind him. The shrapnel rips through both of Gojira's wings. One last crate was falling. He pulled out his MP5, and fired. Boom goes the mother forgetin' dynamite.

I watched the fire works show, and ducked inside a hangar.
« Last Edit: October 08, 2011, 09:33:56 PM by HelplessNobb88 »

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"stuff!" The explosion tore off both of my wings, shattered the canopy and gave me a stuffload of burns. I was unconcious from the force of the explosion, meaning my plane was going down.

I was still far enough away to not be hit. I heard the control tower. "Sierra Seven and Bullet One are down! Repeat, Sierra Seven and Bullet One have been shot down! Blaze One, track their locations!"

I heard and felt the shrapnel rip through my wings. My aircraft shuddered.
"C'mon, keep it together..."
That's when the crate exploded in front of me.
I flew above the explosion, managing to keep my plane together.
I see the guy with his parachute, and I get into firing position. The explosive rounds tear through his parachute like a warm knife through butter.
"stuff!" The explosion tore off both of my wings, shattered the canopy and gave me a stuffload of burns. I was unconcious from the force of the explosion, meaning my plane was going down.
"Sierra Seven, NO!"
I was still far enough away to not be hit. I heard the control tower. "Sierra Seven and Bullet One are down! Repeat, Sierra Seven and Bullet One have been shot down! Blaze One, track their locations!"
"I'm not down, I'm fine."

"Bullet One, land NOW." I commanded. I watched as Sierra Seven's plane went down about a mile away near the coastline.


His parachute began to slow him down more, but he latched onto Kill's plane, pulling open the roosterpit, cutting his finger a bit as he forced Kill out of it, the parachute starting to drag him away with Kill grasped firmly. The rounds blasted through his parachute, only to hardly make it through, fastening his descent although. Gojira's plane was too far off. As we neared the ground, I put him above me, dropping him as I had to roll, undoing my parachute. I grasp my MP5, pulling them up into a fireman's carry.

I see the two planes get torn up, and all I can do is watch in horror. I knew that man was crazy, but not THAT crazy.

I manage to land my aircraft, feeling that I had lost a good friend, despite never knowing him.

"She's gonna need some repairs, sir."
His parachute began to slow him down more, but he latched onto Kill's plane, pulling open the roosterpit, cutting his finger a bit as he forced Kill out of it, the parachute starting to drag him away with Kill grasped firmly. Gojira's plane was too far off. As we neared the ground, I put him above me, dropping him as I had to roll, undoing my parachute. I grasp my MP5, pulling them up into a fireman's carry.
((God damnit, now this post is invalid. DAMN YOU GOJIRA.))
hells yes, you are ded fool.