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 66927 times)

"Bullet 1, Napper 13, I have bombers in sight, we are cleared to engage. Open fire." I peeled off, and began firing off the machineguns.



I yanked the stick left and I leveled out quickly after. I leveled my sight on the bomber, got radar lock, and fired.


Nothing.
My missile had dropped to the ground.
I got radar lock again, and fired. The ensuing explosion was beautiful. The bomber lost its wing and spiraled out of control to the ground.

I walk out of the barracks, looking over the F-4. She was old, but very powerful. I nod to my backseater, and do the pre-flight tests. I hit the after burner and take off after the others.

"This is Phoenix 5, sorry I was late. SITREP?"
« Last Edit: October 07, 2011, 11:26:52 PM by HelplessNobb88 »

I walk out of the barracks, looking over the beautiful curves of my F-35. She was the latest, and was one of the best birds in the skies. I climb in, and smile as I turn on the lift fan and take off vertically from a helipad. I hit the after burner and take off after the others.

"This is Phoenix 5, sorry I was late. SITREP?"
we're suck with F4s for now

...k, that stinks. Oh well.

"Pheonix, we are to take down 12 bombers. No mercy." I saw one, dived, and fired a missile a split second before I pulled up. The blaze behind me cast an orange glow into the roosterpit. "That's 2 down, take out the others, quickly!"

I get heat lock. I fire a Sidewinder at the lead bomber. The missile hits the roosterpit and the bomber goes down in pieces.
"AWW HELL YES!"

I quickly dived near a bomber, this time firing a missile ahead of me, allowing myself to fly through the inferno. The action left me with an adrenaline rush. "4 down, let's keep going!"

"Roger that, haha. I have one in sight now. Say your last words, bastard!"

I get a good lock with a sparrow, and ripple-fire 2 missiles. One goes ballistic and fires harmlessly straight. The other flies up one of the bomber's engines, tearing it apart. The bomber breaks up and bursts into flames. "Splash one fatcar!"

I bank to the left, narrowly missing the left wing of my victim, and fire into another with my cannon. The bullets tear through the roosterpit, and the bomber enters a dive. I see the crew eject, and pull up. "Splash another fatcar!"
« Last Edit: October 07, 2011, 11:40:37 PM by HelplessNobb88 »

"Nice work Pheonix 5." I pulled sharply upwards, destroying the wing of one bomber with the machineguns. Another went down when I shot the pilot. I destroyed it in midair, lest it crash into the town.

I see a MiG-23 approaching fast on my 8 o' clock. "This is Phoenix 5, I got bandits at 8 o' clock. Engaging."

I turn around, and fire a burst into the MiG. It peels away, smoking.

I notice several more, and immediately go into evasive. I deploy flares as a missile chases me, and it falls away. I down a MiG, blasting it apart with a sidewinder.
« Last Edit: October 08, 2011, 12:12:36 AM by HelplessNobb88 »

Can I be a CT on the AWACS? :3

Forumer Name: NoZoner
Character Name: Silas "Rook" Fuller
Character Age (18-50): 22
Piloting Style (Air-to-Air, Air-to-Ground, or Multirole): Air-to-Ground
Personality: The pissy and hot-headed idiot rookie that manages to get the job done no matter what, even if it means running his aircraft into the ground from target fixation.

Callsign (A word and a number): Uzi 1
« Last Edit: October 08, 2011, 12:28:22 AM by NoZoner »