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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 69326 times)

"Borrow one of my guns. Lift up my bunk mattress, and pick between the shotgun or the SMG. Just get them back to me in decent condition or your buying me another one." (im in the infirmary part of the barracks right now, not laying on my bunk)

I walk over to his bunk and lift up the mattress. Two perfectly good guns, maintained and ready to shoot. I began eyeballing the SMG. I picked it up and liked the way it handled. "You sure about this?"

"Yes, just loving take it."


(here is the shotgun, and here is the SMG)

"Damn, wonder when they are going to take off. I haven't heard 'em yet."
« Last Edit: October 09, 2011, 11:57:10 PM by HelplessNobb88 »

"Hah, stuff. Thanks man, I owe you one." I head over to my A-10 and stow it away for future use, and head back over to the briefing room.

An A-loving-10 and a TDI-loving-Vector, damn straight. I feel a lot better about everything now.

"Glad ya like it *chuckles*. "

I pull out Aviator's Monthly and start reading a column about the modern MiG family.
« Last Edit: October 10, 2011, 02:51:25 AM by HelplessNobb88 »

I pull out my radio and start listening to Red Army Choir music.

Um. Everyone ignored my crash except for Gojira. :/

Um. Everyone ignored my crash except for Gojira. :/
We weren't even flying, and even if you were stop being a pusillanimous individual about us ignoring it

We weren't even flying,
Seperate flight.
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and even if you were stop being a pusillanimous individual about us ignoring it
...What

I cant do anything about it, my leg is still forgeted over.

I'm too busy hanging with Toby. Oh yeah and I gave an arm wound. *takes out a bottle of scotch*

Um. Everyone ignored my crash except for Gojira. :/

I hear firetruck sirens outside. I glance out the small window and see a crash farther down the taxiway.

"I wonder what happened? Someone must've crash-landed. Good luck to him."

I flip to a page about possible future aircraft.

"Holy stuff Lentov, if they get a hold of these Su-47s we are all forgeted. Let's just hope we can kick their ass before they get these things developed. Dear god we need to get this war finished with, they have all sorts of bad things in development."

"Oh wow, the proposed SU-34 actually has a damn bathroom and galley, along with pressurization! Its more of an airliner than a damn fighting machine!"

"Goddamn, this is taking too long." I finish a cup of coffee, walk out of the briefing room and step outside to see a smoldering mess on the taxiway. I wonder what happened there. Well, the fire department already took care of it. I casually stroll over to the hangar with the A-10, and climb inside of the roosterpit to prep for the mission and whatnot.

The seat was pretty comfortable, and lo-and-behold! No MFDs! The only part of the dashboard which could be considered glass is the video monitor used for the AGM-54 Mavericks. I chuckle mischievously with satisfaction and run my fingers over each gauge. "loving sweet."

Pre-flight checks are done. I can hardly wait.

*takes out a glass* "Toby, do you want any?"

"I don't drink, sorry."

Also holy stuff no one who is involved in this is posting or online.