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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 69280 times)

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."hells yes, you are ded fool.

Negative.

Uh
Explosive rounds + parachute = parachute go bye-bye

I growled in anger. "I am going to KILL that bastard!" I screamed. "Blaze One, calm." Skyeye said. "DON'T TELL ME TO BE CALM! GET PEOPLE DOWN THERE!" "You are NOT in command, Blaze One!" "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!" "Blaze One, you are ordered to be restricted to your cabin until further notice. Land. Now." "Negative." "Do it." "No."

"Blaze One, GET THE HELL DOWN HERE! HE'S ALREADY DEAD!"

Uh
Explosive rounds + parachute = parachute go bye-bye

You don't even need explosive rounds. The guns would've torn through the parachute anyhow.

GTG.

I walk up to Jacov's plane. I look at the holes in his wing, and see my thumb can fit through. "Jesus Christ, I will be amazed if this bird can ever fly again. Her innards are shredded."

"I refuse!" I snapped back. "I refuse to let one of our own die. I refuse to lose our lead wing. I refuse to land, and I refuse to submit."

"Dammit! Only my third mission, and she's probably grounded forever! forget!"
"I refuse!" I snapped back. "I refuse to let one of our own die. I refuse to lose our lead wing. I refuse to land, and I refuse to submit."
"He's dead. Sierra 7 is dead," I say with a sniff.

"NO! HE'S NOT!" I yelled back.

The parachute burned weakly, then. The wind started to stop the burning, but it was lit ablaze more on impact. It was quickly disconnected. | "Every forgetin' bone hurts. But I may be a bastard in the sky, but not on the ground.." Shinenzu grumbled, still carrying Kill. It was a long run, but he made it to their base, heavily winded, aswell as thinking he was going to loving die anyway, even after saving one of their pilots from a steep death. Clicking off the safety, Shinenzu coughed, moving up, one hand on the MP5, one wrapped around the unconscious pilot's stomach, as he carried him. "forget, my shoulder aches like hell.." He murmured. "He's not dead. You might've almost killed me in return, but he's heavily wounded." I said, sneaking up on the two. "He needs a medic ASAP."

"Im no mechanic, but I know a critical hit when I see one. Might as well buy a new one, repairing her is gonna take as much money as buying a new jet."


You're like a mile away now.

the power of running, damnit. Shinenzu is athletic enough to run atleast 17+ yards, he would make it after atleast three hours total, power of timeskip perhaps. I don't know, aslong as he made it, and Kill's not dead.

"Did you not see his plane go down? He didn't even react to his plane being torn apart! Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with you? The enemy pilot's down, and Sierra 7 is down. THEY'RE DE-"
I see the Silver Baron run in with Alex's unconscious body.
I draw my pistol, and pull it on the Baron.
"Put him down. NOW."

"I have a god damn SMG, and I've been bleeding for the past mile. I loving saved his life no matter how you look at it." Shinenzu said, aiming his SMG at Gojira, putting Alex down as he did so. He ripped off some of his own suit, clotting the wound. He looked as pale as ever. "God, Vec's gonna be pissed." Shinenzu sighed.