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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 67515 times)

"I'll be watching for you if you get hit. If your wing is struck, just fly close, and try and hook with us." Shinenzu said.
"Were there any troop movements on the ground? I'm bringing my chute and a rifle, so..."

"Not really, I don't know, I'm not even apart of the 118th, I'm freelance."

TIMESKIP


"I see Mt. Shenza in the distance. Going weapons hot. I am no bomber, so I can't do this mission alone."

"We're with ya." Shinenzu said, gun loaded as he pulled back the hammer, making sure the belt was properly fed. "Jacov, keep us in close."

"Weapons are hot. Let's go, Silver Baron. Let's light them up."

"Don't worry, I got ya back. There's a hunter-seeker behind you, forget that stuff up. 2 AA emplacements below, and I'm marking them for destruction by bombers or UAVs."


He started to fire, and as the bullets gained speed, they lit on fire. "BUUUUUUURN, BITCHES!" He grinned, as he kept firing at the AA placements.

"Wooo-hooo!" I yell as I light up the enemy base.

As the ammo in the passenger gun ran dry, he fed the gun a new belt, before returning to lighting them up.

Demos kept the throttle up, dodging missiles and bullets. They got closer and closer, and he missed them by a smaller and smaller amount. They were wising up to attack me, for I was the one designation targets.
"They're bringing in mobile AA, I've marked 3 so far."
He rubbed his eyes.
"And they have like, 15 fighters coming in! This is getting too damn tense."
All of this on his first day.

"Alright, Jacov! Strap in tight. Hit the soundbarrier, and stop immediately! The pulse of the wind should counteract with your speed and create a shock wave, and send a few of the bastards flying into eachother!" Shinenzu yelled, pulling down the hatch, after shooting down a fighter.

I slam the throttle into the up position, and the jet screams. I pull the throttle back, and the jet slows down.
I see several enemy pilots slam into each other, out of control.
"HELL YEAH!"

Suddenly, It happened. The wave of fighters was destroyed by a wave pulse, taking out 9 of them. The remaining took their rage out on me. 40 mm cannons ripped through the steel of my ship, and a missile hit my left engine. I attempted to hook up the the smaller ship, but it was traveling too fast. I prayed, and ejected out of the roosterpit, with the parachute opening, and rifle in hand. I prayed.

I notice the C130 go down.
"Oh, stuff! PILOT DOWN! PILOT DOWN!"