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 68605 times)

I wake up the next morning, and rub my eyes.


(timeskip, its now 6 AM the next morning.)

I wake up, slightly tired.

I wake up, ready to go. I get into my uniform and head to the mess hall.

I wake up put on my flight suit then G suit, stagger into the toilets and throw up

I put on my flight suit, and walk out, waiting for my next mission briefing.

I struggle to write down my navigators briefing, afterwards I can't even read my writing.

Gets up, puts on uniform, and slips outside for a little while.

I wake up and yawn, feeling refreshed. I noticed the briefing call light winking on the ceiling, so I got up and put on my uniform. I then walked down to the briefing room.

I woke up, ready for the day. I put on my uniform, walked out, and walked over to the mess hall.

Forumer Name: Comatose
Character Name: Ian Verliss
Character Age (18-50): 22
Piloting Style (Air-to-Air, Air-to-Ground, or Multirole): Air-to-Air combat
Personality: Serious and logical, humorous
Callsign (A word and a number): Solaris 73-8

I put on my flight suit and am the first one to the hangars.

I come in second. I climbed into my Tiger II wordlessly.

I hop into my F-4, ready to go.
"This is Bullet One, do you read me?"

After a stroll outside I make my way to the hangar and climb into my F15E Strike Eagle.

"Bullet 1, I read you loud and clear."