118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 9 - Shattered Skies

[Tomcat]

With the air rushing past my head, I could see our squadron of fighters and the prototype fight on, while my C130 broke apart, hitting two of the enemy fighters. I flew down into the earth, opening my chute just in time. The landing was hard, with my chute trapped in a tree. This was the end, my neck will snap like a twig.
*Snap*
I waited for death to enter me. Nothing came.
A few seconds later I landed on my ass, the rifle in my hand. I had survived. I needed to get my bearings, and so I took out my kit.

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[Shinenzu]

"SPIN ROUND!" Shinenzu yelled. He entered the gunning seat again, blasting down some of the gunners. He stopped, before practically shoving Jacov out of the roosterpit, expertly manuevering the Render, entering a landing near Demos. "Hold position, he needs to get in." He said, before climbing up to the gunner seat again, watching out. "C'mon, Kid!"

[Tomcat]

I took out my flare, deciding whether to pop it or not. I decided not to, that would mark my position for enemies.
I saw the plane touch down. And I ran to it. I ran the fastest in my life. I never thought I could run that fast, until the last remaining fighter shot at me, and ripped my leg off below the knee.
"Such short lived."
I fell to the ground, and attempted to drag myself to the plane.

[Tomcat]

As I moved, dragging myself slowly to the plane, I wondered how I got into the squadron. Was it about my position, my family, or just my observation. Eventually my strenght gave out, and I just lay there, dying.

[Shinenzu]

"Jacov, start gunning!" Shinenzu said, before jumping out, MP5 in hand, he strafed to Demos, firing down a few enemy gunners himself, before lifting up the wounded, and running. He evaded a few shots, before climbing, with Demos. He cut some of his clothing, and clotted the wound after disinfecting it. "Get us the forget out of here! We have to leave him on his own for now, he needs major medical attention!"

[HelplessNobb88]

I spot a group of advanced MiGs. "Bandits spotted. Ready to dance with the Phoenix, ya bastards?" I fire a Sparrow, and it tears into a MiG. The MiG breaks apart in a fireball. The other breaks off, and I chase it. I feel myself being pressed by G force, and I suddenly get a lock with a Sparrow. I fire, and the MiG breaks apart. Dodging debris, I climb high above the battle, assessing the situation.

[NoZoner]

After a long flight back to the air base, I collapse in the barrack bunks and let out a tremendous sigh. I look around, and see that none of the other pilots are here. Tired and stressed, I close my eyes, drift off to sleep and wait for them to come back. Dammit, that's another mission missed.

[Shinenzu]

We touched down at base in practically a minute and a half. I pulled the wounded Demos up, as I exitted the Render with him. I ran into the barracks, "We need a medic!"

[NoZoner]

I woke up immediately and looked over to where the person called out for medic. A new face? Well, I'll have to ask who he is later. Without saying a word, I rushed over to where he needed help and took a wounded person to the infirmary.

I missed out on a lot, apparently.

[Shinenzu]

He returned outside, to Render. Pulling out a toolbox, he slid under, starting to work on improving the landing gear.

[NoZoner]

After taking care of the wounded, I decided to find the person who came up to the barracks and asked for assistance. I walked over to find him working on the landing gear of an older aircraft.

I called out to him casually, "Hey, need any help?"

[xxxxkill]

WHAT HAPPENED?

[*FacePalm*]

WHAT HAPPENED?

EVERYONE DIED

THE END

[xxxxkill]

Go and replace everybody in the video (except Jensen, the badass cyborg with built-in shades) with yourself.

[battlebrain]

I walk through the hallway to the barracks, so anxious to get out of that hospital, I start working out.