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

[Gojira]

"I'll take down any fighters that happen to be patrolling. You guys are gonna need an escort."

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[HelplessNobb88]

"I will be on fighter duty as well. I just can't leave Shelby behind."

[battlebrain]

"I can fly a TU-95, we have those right?"

[Shinenzu]

"I have a completely modified F4 in my hanger. And I mean completely. All rounds are incendiary, hits the sound barrier, easy turns, greater handling than Render, and on top of that, it can carry the payload of a bomb. We can swoop on them, and drop it over the target. Explosions."

[Gojira]

"Gamma and I will take the F-4. You ready Gamma?"

[battlebrain]

I'll just assume, "Crew, check in. Starting 1-5, 2-6, 3-7, 4-8."

[HelplessNobb88]

I started the Tiger's engines. The Tiger II, which I had affectionately named Shelby, had two turbofan engines fitted in place of the smoky and loud turbojets. I taxied out to the runway, got clearance, and blasted into the skies, flying towards the Lifeline.

[battlebrain]

"Alright guys, I can't dogfight in this thing, I'll need some escort."

[HelplessNobb88]

"Alright guys, I can't dogfight in this thing, I'll need some escort."

"Roger, this is Phoenix 5. I will be forming up on your left."

I throttle up,and pull alongside Hammer 1-4. I pull up above the TU-95, weaving to stay in formation.

[Gojira]

"That's what we're here for," I say, pulling up next to the large TU-95.
Listen to this while RPing:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpOdDKYXDHI
best Ace Combat music ever.

[Shinenzu]

"They shall burn." He smirked.

[Gojira]

"They will."

[battlebrain]

"They shall die fighting for their country."

[Gojira]

"They shall die fighting for their country."

"You sounded more emotional than normal."

[Shinenzu]

"Hostiles spotted, breaking formation. Keep us covered." Shinenzu said, entering a barrelroll, flying through, entering full throttle. He kept going, shattering the soundbarrier, "Sonic..." He started, before stopping, "BOOM!" The F4 screeched, as they flew past the soundbarrier, twirling, cutting one or two hostiles in half.