Poll

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 69128 times)

My explosive hits an oil rig dead-on, lighting an impressive flaming visual display. "How's that for fireworks?"

GOJIE
Did you see my signature?
yesh i did
i made an AC megathread

I see the bomb envelop one of the fighters.
"HELL YES! KEEP IT COMING!" I yell as I dive down, guns blazing.

yesh i did
i made an AC megathread

I see the bomb envelop one of the fighters.
"HELL YES! KEEP IT COMING!" I yell as I dive down, guns blazing.

Saw it.
Posted.



"This is gonna be fuuuun..."

"Escort flight, I have some '35s coming up on my 6, could use some assistance over?"

"Roger that."
I swing my plane around and come up behind the SU-35s, and fire. They all go down in balls of flame.

"Nice shot..."


Not so many elite planes peeps, this is still pretty early in the war. In real life, our planes would get the stuff blown out of them by Su-35's.

"Thanks for the assistance Bullet 1."

"This is Phoenix 5, I have SU - 27's at my 10 o' clock!"


I bank towards the 4 SU - 27s, and fire one of my two AIM-120 radar-guided missiles. The missiles slams into the enemy's  right wing root, causing the aircraft to break apart in flames. The pilot never ejects. "Splash 1 bandit!"

Another oil rig goes up in a blaze.

"Tally-ho on the bandits." I hear. I look, and see faint shapes in the distance. "That little group? They needed the Yellow Squadron for THEM!?" "Let's rip 'em apart."


"118th, this is SkyEye, that's the Yellow Squadron! They have total air superiority, get out of there now! Go go go!" "Yes sir!" I stammer. I make towards the escape vector.


"Bullet One, you are NOT cleared to engage those Yellows! Get back to base!"

"Grrr... Yes sir. I'll be able to take them later on."

"Haha, we got 'em on the run!" I hear one of them. "We can outspeed them, any day." I gun the engines and hope for the best.

Our machine-guns open up on the fighters and take out 2.

Our machine-guns open up on the fighters and take out 2.

No.



"Ah, let 'em go... they're too far out."
"I think we're out of the woods, friends." I breathe.