Author Topic: 118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 10 - Tango Line  (Read 75785 times)

Greasemonkey loves technology because he is a technopath.  He was kicked out of MIT because he was making love to a particle accelerator.

"Incoming bandits, seven o clock, dumping speed."
Vyacheslav hits the air brakes, pulling up, and two MiG's fly past him.  He dips the nose of the plane back down, gaining speed once more.
"Engaging..."
Vyacheslav pulls the trigger on his joystick as the targeting systems lock onto the closest jet.  Two rockets launch from under his wings, destroying the MiG.  He then opens fire on the other jet, tearing one of the wings off and causing it to spin out of control.
"Down."

Night begins to fall while the pilots are still out fighting and the bright floodlights turn on, illuminating the base in a synthetic white. Claire continues on the firing range.

I fly towards one of the bandits, rather recklessly, using the rotary cannons to tear through one of the planes, locking onto another, and destroying that. I then turn the plane in a downward spiral, attempting to get away so I could flank.

Vyacheslav would use his jet's stealth capabilities to his advantage in the night, going for the kill on one of the transport planes.  He locks onto his target, firing a missile directly at the tail, ripping it right off.

An enemy plane rams into mine unexpectedly, shearing off my entire wing, although I managed to bring it down with me. "I'm hit!"

"Son of a b-"

I frantically look around,
"Eject!"

I pop the canopy, and eject out of the plane, holding onto a UMP.

As I watch her fall to the ground, I report the loss to Skyeye,
"Sierra 7 is down, need evac."
I pull up behind another transport plane, cutting it down with my machine gun.

Double post because fcuk u nigas


One of the MiGs finally sees me, and pulls up behind me just as I pull up behind another transport.  The MiG locks onto me, and fires a missile at me.  Quickly, I dump my flares, but instead of going for me, the missile hits the transport, taking it down.  I pull up quickly, avoiding the debris, and the MiG follows.

You guys need to learn to stay up late and get up early.  I always feel alone when I'm the only person to post for a few hours... :(
« Last Edit: September 22, 2012, 08:57:06 AM by blazerblock2 »

400th reply in thread bitches
Claire goes to sleep as it's now 10:00 PM on base.

"Son, son of a bitch I can't shake thees one."
The MiG still follows Bulldog, the gap between hem begins closing rapidly.  As they near another transport, Vyacheslav makes a split second decision.  He dips the nose down, flying underneath the transport, and quickly pulls up on the other side, the fin on the tail of his jet just barely skiddng on the bottom of the transport.  The MiG, in an attempt to follow him pulls up, which, to Vyacheslav's benefit, proves to be a fatal mistake.  The MiG slams into the transport, ending the jet and transport. 
"'Oly loving sheet!"

Two Blackhawks and a Chinook proceed to the area. "We need some forgetin' support, we can't do much with the Minis on these!"

wtf why would you need a chinook

Two Blackhawks and a Chinook proceed to the area. "We need some forgetin' support, we can't do much with the Minis on these!"
"Copy, will provide air to air support.  Watch your heads."