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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 67952 times)

"Just appeared on radar... six Su-35s inbound! Heading straight for us! I can hear their radio, it's Yellow! Permission to engage?"
« Last Edit: October 11, 2011, 03:07:49 PM by Gojira »

He downs a pill, before running out, going to his plane. "Gamma in the air." He exitted the hanger in the F-4X, going up beside Jacov. "Engagement is likely if they try gunning us down." He said over the radio, before doing a barrel roll, evading shots. "forget this, overdrive." He said, turning off the radio, and going at a practical hyperspeed x 12, ripping through one of their wings, for them to crash in a tree. The plane erupts, but the pilot is brutally spiked down.

"You could be our key to taking down Yellow. Mind helping me engage?"

"Keep a eye on your left, there's a few of them on your side. They've got a lockon." He said, spinning again, before gunning one through the roosterpit.

I perform a split-s, breaking his lock. I quickly maneuver onto his tail and get Sidewinder lock, and fire before he can loose a flare. He goes down in flames.

"Three down, three to go."

I listened to the chatter on a large portable radio set in the infirmary. As far as I could tell, no one had been shot down. Yet. there was a microphone for me to talk back to the pilots but I didn't want to. Apparently the dreaded Yellow squad had appeared, but some of our own aces had engaged them and even destroyed one.

In a quick snap of the joystick, I bring the aircraft onto the six-o'clock of one of the Yellow Squadron's fighters. I get radar lock, and fire quickly, before he can deploy his chaff. He goes down in a fireball and does not bail out.
"Woo-loving-hoo! Four down, two to go!"
I had no idea that I had just shot down their top pilot.

"TO HELL WITH YOU!" Shinenzu blasted off all of his missiles, all into a single lockon, dropping the last two down. Entering a barrel-roll and latch-pulling Jacov out of the way, we both evaded shrapnel.

"Yellow Squadron is down! Repeat, Yellow Squadron is down!" -over radio to base
"I can't believe that we took down Yellow in a duel like that." -to Shi

"forgetin' hell we did, man!" He smirked, before turning around. "..I think the pi-- forget." He passed out, in the roosterpit. His F4-X barely landed, the landing gear up already, it stopped before it struck the wall.

I pick up the handset. "This is Phoenix 5 from the infirmary, that is gonna impact their morale quite a bit! Good job!"

I walk into the infirmary in good spirits, "Hey Toby! What's going on?"

"They just downed the Yellow Squadron!" I say, still holding the handset.

"What!?" I exclaim with nervous shock.

Shinenzu hazily dropped, holding himself up, "..I think.. the pill didn't work. ..but.. Jac got their best flier.." He dropped completely, unconsious.