Author Topic: 118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 10 - Tango Line  (Read 76604 times)

ok I just thought they flew Fulcrums

ok I just thought they flew Fulcrums
it's totes okay.

"Oh, stuff! Missile lock!"
I pull back on the joystick, pulling into a Cobra maneuver. I stall, then regain my airspeed quickly, flying fast behind the Terminator. I fire a QAAM. It tears through the airframe, obliterating the fuel tanks (in fact exploding them), and sending the wings flying in different directions. I see no chute.
"He's down."

Vyachelsav suddenly pulls up behind a Yellow that was on Talon's six because he was totally there the whole time and saw that he was in danger.

Without any warning, he opens fire on the jet with his QAAM, taking it the forget down.

"Down."

"Three to go."
I shred the wing of one as it pulls in front of me, sending it spiraling.

I watch the screen as I hear from the roosterpit, "Hey, uh, G-Gauss?"

"Yeah?"

Suddenly, the beeping noise repeatedly resounds through my headset. I fire the chaff just in time, leading the missiles off in opposite directions.

I take a deep breath. "Definitely not cut out for this stuff."

"stuff, one on Thunder's tail!"
I buzz past the Yellow, machine guns blazing. I shred his roosterpit, seeing lots of blood as I fly close
"...He's down... 2 left."

"Roger."

I fire more chaff as another missile whizzes by the bomber.

Vyacheslav pulls up  behind one of the terminators engaging the bomber, and takes him out of the sky using his machine gun.
"One lef-"
He is quickly cut off by a beeping sound in his helmet, and the pitter patter of 30mm rounds hitting metal can be head,
"Son of a bitch,"
His right wing suddenly begins to shake rapidly, and it falls off, the plane begins to spiral.
"Hit, hit! Going down!"
He quickly pulls the eject lever, and the roosterpit window flies of, the seat with Vyacheslav in it.... only to be hit in the side by the remaining wing.  The altimeter in the chair goes off, and the parachute ejects.  Vyacheslav remains limp in the floating chair.

"stuff!"
I fire at the last Yellow, ripping his plane to shreds.
"Bulldog! Respond! Vyacheslav, VYACHESLAV!"

I hear the commotion over the radio and suddenly panic.

"What the hell is going on out there? Is someone down?"

I grit my teeth nervously, deploying more chaff.

OMFG STOP COPYING TOP GUN

oh wait nvm you got hit by the wing

"Bulldog's down, but so are the Yellows. Sky Eye, give me a sitrep. Is Bulldog's beacon showing up on radar?"

Bulldog would remain limp in the chair, not responding.

I slam my fist on the console.

"Damn it."

"Sky Eye, is his beacon showing up on radar?"
"Yes it is. We're sending evac now."