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 68661 times)

I run back from the medical ward.
"What's the situation?"
I draw my pistol, preparing for a firefight.

I was there with AWACS, aka Captain Davenport. "Captain, this 'freelance' pilot landed here without authorization and is requesting fueling." "Hmm..."

I walk out to my hangar, but see the strange freelance pilot. "Who the forget..." a WSO backseater tells me he needs extra fuel, and he is no ordinary pilot. I look over his plane, a double engine cargo. I could immediately tell it was old. It had dual piston engines.
« Last Edit: October 08, 2011, 08:53:54 PM by HelplessNobb88 »


What the hell is WSO?

Weapons System Officer, the guy who sits in the backseat of a strike eagle and manages the weapons.

What the hell is WSO?
Weapon Systems Officer
Weapons System Officer, the guy who sits in the backseat of a strike eagle and manages the weapons.
damn you beat me to it

Okay.


Captain Davenport was cool as a cucumber. "This is an ISAF base, we need the fuel for our own pilots." He said. I nodded and grinned, standing behind him.

He was silent, but he slightly lowered his MP5. "May've landed without Authorization, but there would've been a loving worse damage if I had to crashland.." He murmured. "I didn't buy her, took up the scraps, made her myself. I'm Gamma, but seeing as you don't want to shoot me in the face, call me Shinenzu. In the sky, I'm known as the Silver Baron. Making money from cargo runs, or even just blasting someone down. I'm a multiple type pilot." He said towards Help.

"Well then. How about we make a deal. Seeing as I could easily take on your own forces with only losing a wing, and staying in the air, why don't I simply join the ranks?"

getting spammed hurts

i cant even post, then i have to add on repeativedly.
« Last Edit: October 08, 2011, 08:54:20 PM by Shinenzu »

"You have no right to barge into our elites." Captain Davenport said angrily. "You couldn't take down this squadron, no matter how hard you tried."

I walk up to Vega. "Careful with this guy, who the forget knows what he is hiding?"

"Let me tell you, have you heard of the fifteen down incident? All I had to do was do a barrel roll, crushed their thrusters, only seven thrusters went down, they all spun off, crashing into eachother. If you don't believe me, send up the best in your crew, I can take them on."

..Braggy Braggy Shinenzu.

"I am a master pilot, the lone inferno of the sky, I have defeated limitless planes, even a platoon on my own, only losing a wing. I can just stay a lone wolf, and have to fight your pilots, or I could join you, instead of having to kill you all in the sky."

"You are ON. What do you say, Captain?"

"We should consider you an enemy anyway!" He retorted. "118th, saddle up. We're going to teach this one some manners."

"Yes SIR!"
I hop into my specialized F-4, ready to take off.
"Control, this is Bullet One, do you read me?"
also when i say specialized i mean it's been modified for air-to-air
as in made lighter, able to take a heavier weapons load, and made more maneuverable, thanks to thrust vectoring and light weight

"Your choice." He said. He clumb into his own plane, administering the thrusters. He checked his fuel. Just enough to teach these bastards not to forget with the Silver Baron. He also had a plan. Staying close down to their base, one wrong move and everyone's sent to hell.