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 69324 times)

"How do squadrons, or detachments work in this Air force? When I flew for the motherland, right after basic I was sent to the 5th Independent Long-range Reconnaissance Aviation Detachment and flew an An-20, I was reassigned to a classified squadron. All I can tell you is we flew many "exotic" aircraft. And then I went to the 85th Independent Helicopter Squadron where I flew an Mi-8 just a couple if years before I left the Soviet Union."

"Hell, atleast you flew in the union. I'm mainly british, but mum's forgetbuddy was a russian, resulting in me being four halves, 10% American, 50% British, 20% Russian, 10% Japanese. When I met my father, me and Tyler just left un-noticed with Vec. Learned how to fly, and formed into what you see now. I honestly wanted to fly in the Union, but Vec held me back, said I was going to get into some tough stuff if I did."

I laugh, "How does Japanese fit into that?"

"You really don't wanna forgetin' know. She was pulled apart like gr- I will not say it."

"haha, speaking of forgetbuddy, I need to find that nurse."

I was lying down in my jet. My head was swimming.

"Whoa, thought the Captain was dating her." Shinenzu said, looking towards him.

"Well, she gave me a nice little look when she walked out."

I walk out to see Alex passed out in his jet, "Aah what the forget."

"Say, I'll take one of the scotches. Could you put a little more lemon in?"

"Coming up." I hand him the glass of Scotch

I take a sip, letting the somewhat odd yet delicious flavor roll around in my mouth.
"Hm, not bad. Better than anything else I've ever had."
I down the rest.
"That was good," I say, with a slight slur in my voice, my vision starting to get fuzzy.
"Where's my -hic- glasses..."


"Sure..." I say, my vision getting ever blurrier.
I down the next glass, and collapse in my bed, unconscious.


irl i hate alcohol
had a taste of beer one time, parents were too drunk to care, lol