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 67694 times)

"All fighters, defend big bear. He goes down, we fail the mission. Understood?"
"Rodger."

"Bombardier, sit-rep."--"Roger, 2 minutes 30 seconds to target.:

"stuff! Squadron, to the 11 'o clock! Breaking formation!"

"All fighters, defend big bear. He goes down, we fail the mission. Understood?"
"Roger, it's what I was saying in the first place," I say as I fire a missile at an enemy F-14. The aircraft loses its wing and spirals to the ground.
"Splash one Tomcat."
"stuff! Squadron, to the 11 'o clock! Breaking formation!"
Six yellow dots in the shapes of SU-35s appear on my radar.
It's Yellow Squadron.
And they want revenge.
"IT'S YELLOW! CLEARED TO ENGAGE!" I yell.
"I thougt Gamma and I killed you all!" I say in a slightly calmer voice, directed at Yellow.
« Last Edit: October 14, 2011, 12:06:13 AM by Gojira »

"Mobius 1, take 'em down, full force!"

David corkscrewed to the right, plunged, then back up to hit from the bottom.

"Sierra! Missile on your six, closing fast!"
I maneuver my aircraft to intercept the missile, hopefully shooting it down.
I miscalculated.
I heard the explosion. I heard the alarms in my roosterpit, blaring as my aircraft started breaking apart.
"I've been hit! Bullet One is down!"

"stuff!" I took down the plane that had shot Bullet 1 down, as vengence. "Send an S-n-D team, right now!"

Sleepeh tiem. Night guys.

I hear the low moaning sound of a missile lock-on, "Chaff-Flare half-- 3, 2, 1!" "Missile evaded captain." "Roger. Mobius we nee you here!"

David struck one right in the fusolage. He manuvered upright and saw the flames.

I bail out, and watch the burning chunks of my plane fall to the ground.
"loving hell. I thought I took down Yellow."
I then notice a pain in my leg. I look down and see a huge gash. It was probably broken too.
"I'm forgeted."
When I land, I draw my pistol, hoping to be able to evade enemy fire.

David saw him in the water.
He couldn't do anything but cover him.

"stuff, if you're still up here with me, check in please."--"Captain, 1 minute to target!"


I see a squad of soldiers heading towards me, presumably to rescue me.
"Oh, thank God."
That's when I see the Erusean flags on their shoulders.
I open fire, killing two, and wounding the rest.
Two of their bullets hit me in my right arm.
The pain was blinding.
I reload and fire a few more shots. The rest fall dead, and their base is unaware.
"Now to get out of here..."