Author Topic: 118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 10 - Tango Line  (Read 76944 times)


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Forumer Name: Deoxys And One Noob
Character Name: Heon
Character Age (18-50): 34
Piloting Style (Air-to-Air, Air-to-Ground, or Multirole): Multirole
Personality: Impatient
Callsign: Crow 1

"Everyone, get ready, we're going to have a attack. I know it, get going!"

By the way, my planes are painted black, like a crow, hence the callsign.

Here's the starter MiG


Alright Gojira, time for the battle.

"Leg's bandaged, can I fly?"
"No, you totally can't fly anymore."

I get into my old F-4 Phantom II and take off.

"Crow 1, permisson granted"

I take off.

"Begin guard and assault on enemy fighters. Well, if there are any."

Flying around the fleet, I prepare for the worst.

DESPITE BEING COMPLETELY DISABLED, VYACHESLAV RISES, GETS IN HIS SU-47, AND KICKS SOME MOTHAforgetIN ASS.

Vyacheslav sleeps.

Goodnight mofos.

I rush into my A-10C and run through the checklist. Once my engines are spooled and my avionics are ready, I check my weapons in the right MFD. Two 600 gallon drop tanks, two AIM-9M sidewinders, four AGM-65 Mavericks, and some GBU-24s. I download the mission data on my EGI, and the first waypoint appears on my HUD. Finally, I work the radio stack and contact the ATC.

I taxi to the runway and request permission to take off.

"Enfield 1-1, you are cleared for takeoff."

After making sure the flight pattern is clear, I take off and fly in the company of Talon 3-1.

"Enfield, our objective is to sink those enemy ships."
I lase the enemy ships for Enfield to either blast with his GAU-8 or his guided entry bombs.
"Targets lased."

"Fighters!" Heon targets a enemy plane, and fires a missile. "Fox 2!" The missile hits the right wing, destroying it, and send it spiraling. "Plane down!"

Master arm, on. Jacov confirms that targets are lased, and I switch on the Pave Penny pod. My breathing becomes increasingly ragged as I tense every muscle in my body to increase G-force tolerance. "Enfield 1-1, coming in hot." I slide the piper over the target and release a bomb. An explosion tears through the ship's hull. "Splash. That's one down."

Suddenly, my RWR shrieks to life. I look around and I spot enemy fighters coming towards us. "Bandits 2-o'clock high!" I watch in dismay as I see one our escort fighters getting blown to bits.

I toggle to my missiles, shooting down a black plane.
"Lead's still there, I'll watch for him. Got a crow's beak on his nose."

"Got it. Watch my six." By now, the alarm has been raised in the shipyard, and my RWR picks up potential ground threats. My roosterpit drowns me in a sea of warning tones. "I'm picking up multiple mud spikes in the area, be on the lookout for SAMs."

Dodging AA fire, I swing over and dive on another ship. I release a bomb on the target, and it goes down. "Splash. That's two ships." Upon climbing out of the dive I pump some flares in case I've been targeted with MANPADS.

"Roger that, watching for SAMs."
Beep.
Beep.
Beepbeepbeepbeep.
Chaff barely sends the missile off.
"I swear I heard that thing scratch my plane!"
Little did I know that it actually did scrape my plane.
"Only 10 ships to go, lasing SAMs."
...
"SAM sites lased, cleared to engage."

Little did I know that it actually did scrape my plane.

YOU SUCK