Poll

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 66777 times)


And helpless, check your PMs, I just want your approval before I put your name down

I wake up, too tired to move. I grab the remote and turn on the TV, watching progress on the ground war.

I walked back to my bunk. I had done some "shopping" the day before, and I pulled out the ACR 6.8 MM, and then donned some DragonSkin body armor. This wasn't kevlar. forget no. It had MK III protection - it could stop small rifles. The vest covered my entire  torso, and I put on some cargo pants. I drop a VERY thin cotton shirt over it, with lnog sleeves. It was green, and painted down the two sleeves were two bright orange Phoenixes, their beaks open in a screech. Their wings wrapped almost all the way around the sleeve. I put on a steel helmet painted grey, and stepped out on to the airstrip. The late chopper was waiting, and I climbed in. The M1911 in the holster at my side rustled as if it were nervous. The Chinook climbed into the sky, it's rotors beating. I sighed, remembering my army training.
« Last Edit: October 14, 2011, 08:58:50 PM by HelplessNobb88 »

Screw it, I'm using the Chengdu J-20.

I cought a few winks of sleep in the chopper, but soon I found out we were being fired at and we were near the LZ. I checked my ACR, and loaded it. A few 40 MM tracers wizzed by the window. The helicopter slowed, and i took off the safety and roostered it.

"Consider this a warzone." I said cautiously.




I clicked it

what are you going to do about it

Updated yo foo' ass.
Somewhat.

I see the helicopter that the rest of the 118th was in, and it was being fired at. A couple rounds hit the pilot and copilot, killing them, and our pilots took over, trying to stay alive till they made it to the DZ.

The helicopter lands, and I hop off. I pop off two rounds, dropping an enemy. The rest clamber off, and I take down two more with only 3 bullets. We run into the jungle, and I feel a small force against my chest. I look down, and there is a 9 MM bullet on the ground - flattened. I look up, and some starfish is hiding in a tree with a suppresed pistol. I drop him with a single shot.
« Last Edit: October 14, 2011, 08:55:07 PM by HelplessNobb88 »

"Weapons lowered." Thoms said, walking up to the three. He spun around, dropping several with his HK16.