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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 68904 times)

I reluctantly landed, furious.

I run back to my barracks, and grab the USAS-12 from under my bed (yes I kept a loving 12 gauge under my bunk). I walk out, pull off the safety, and point it at Shinenzu.


"Think your pusillanimous individual-ass MP5 can take on this?"

I got out of my plane. "Vega, to your cabin. You will be in there for a week and will miss Northern Eye." "Yes, sir." I hissed.

"Look here. Kill me if you loving want to, but let it be known there's going to be a child wandering alone in this god damn world because of you. I fly cargo runs for my younger brother, and for sport. Without me, he's going to die sooner or later. Plus I just loving risked my own life just to save your wounded buddy here, so lower your weapons, or kill me. I don't forgetin' care anymore."

I lower my USAS 12, but don't take off the safety.
« Last Edit: October 08, 2011, 09:51:43 PM by HelplessNobb88 »

"Look here. Kill me if you loving want to, but let it be known there's going to be a child wandering alone in this god damn world because of you. I fly cargo runs for my younger brother, and for sport. Without me, he's going to die sooner or later. Plus I just loving risked my own life just to save your wounded buddy here, so lower your weapons, or kill me. I don't forgetin' care anymore."
"Shut up. You're just saying that to make us not shoot," I say, ready to pull the trigger.

I'm late.Still gonna post it.

Forumer Name: mlockha
Character Name: Tiron Benens
Character Age (18-50):
Piloting Style (Air-to-Air, Air-to-Ground, or Multirole):
Personality:37
Callsign (A word and a number): Baron 6
« Last Edit: October 08, 2011, 09:58:01 PM by mlockha »

Very late.

You can be freelance if you wish.

"I'm not lying. His name is Tyler Hakuri, he's only four. If you don't trust me, turn the radio frequency to 16.2. It's a private frequency, but you can get in. Ask Vector, he's my grounded UAV, and best friend. He'll even put Tyler on for you."

I radio the downed UAV guy.
"Let me talk to Tyler."
No response.
"I got no response, you lying bastard."

"Damnit, Vector.." He said, before the radio sparked up again. "I read you." A four yearold voice said. "Who're you?" The kid questioned.

"I'm Jacov Steele, pilot for the ISAF. Sound like a cool job? Your brother's here, wanna talk to him?"

"I already know what situation he is in." Tyler replied. "Vector, we've got a connection." Tyler said to someone in the background. "What condition is he in." A older, seemingly twenty four voice said.

Bumpity bump bump. Bump. | "I'm fine, just cut up a bit." Shinenzu answered for Vector. "Do you want me to send the Render?" Vector replied. "No need to send in a prototype jet, Vector."

"What was that about a prototype jet?"