118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 10 - Tango Line

[Watcher In The Myst]

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Claire turns on her stuff. Ryan sits there idly because co-pilots dont do stuff ever and then the defensive systems officer is Markus.

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[Mikoyan]

"What's the anti aircraft situation near the complex?"

"HEY, TALON."

[Comatose]

Markus stares idly at his radar screen, glances at Claire, and back at his screen.

"Do we have an estimated arrival time, or do I get plunged into this without warning?"

[Gojira]

"HEY, TALON."

"Oh, er, sorry. I would assume that it's well-guarded, and I'll be surprised if it's not."

[Gojira]

Forumer Name: Comatose
Character Name: Markus Ordena
Character Age (18-50): 28
Piloting Style (Air-to-Air, Air-to-Ground, or Multirole): Air-to-Ground
Personality: No-nonsense, cynical
Callsign: Gauss-81
Backstory*: (Will do later.)
Picture*: (Will also do later.)

Accepted but you're the last one.
Sorry Frontrox.

[Mikoyan]

"ETA. 2 hours, but we'll definitely encounter fighters before then."

[Comatose]

Markus nods, and looks back at his radar screen.

[Gojira]

"ETA. 2 hours, but we'll definitely encounter fighters before then."

The radio buzzes.
"Sky Eye here. We've got three enemy fighters moving to attack the bombers. Intercept."
I switch to my special weapon, the QAAM, which can hit anything no matter where it is or how maneuverable the enemy plane is.
I lock on to one of the enemy planes WHEN HE'S BEHIND ME and fire, ripping his plane to shreds.

[xxxxkill]

"Aimhacks ban," I say dryly, peeling off from the group and quickly taking down the other two fighters, taking mild damage.

[Gojira]

"Aimhacks ban," I say dryly, peeling off from the group and quickly taking down the other two fighters, taking mild damage.

I chuckle at the first comment.
"No aimbot, it's the way the missile's designed."
I see the damage.
"Wing damage confirmed, you alright?"

[xxxxkill]

"I can fly, I'll be fine."

[Comatose]

"Enough chatter."

[Gojira]

"I can fly, I'll be fine."

"Roger that."
An hour and a half later...
"Sky Eye here. 30 minutes to target."
I mutter, "I should seriously sneak some Coke loaded with caffeine in this thing. I'm exhausted."

[Mikoyan]

I put my sunvisor down and strap my oxygen mask on to get HIGH ON LIFE calmed down before the run.

[Comatose]

I put my headset back on, and watch the radar much more intently. My finger sits on the chaff trigger, tense and jittery.