Author Topic: 118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 10 - Tango Line  (Read 75668 times)

(Im perty sure its night so) Nateson sighs as he looks up to the moonlit sky, he lets out another sorrowful sigh before looking down to his cigarette with a blank yet dark expression.                                                                                                  He looks down the runway with a sad expression as he walks to the bunks deciding he should get some rest. He'll be killing tons of jews tomorrow.

"Pft, sleep..." I think, sitting in the abandoned mess hall, tapping my foot.

"Pft, sleep..." I think, sitting in the abandoned mess hall, tapping my foot.
A voice plays in Alexandria's head.
"No sleep will make the mission almost impossible!"

Another voice plays in Alexandrias head, " I should get Nateson some Lemonade and a pack of cigarettes."

"Pft, sleep..." I think, sitting in the abandoned mess hall, tapping my foot.
... Except for the man that sit in the corner of the mess hall, he sits, staring down at his empty tray.

Professor Oak's words echoed...
"Alexandria! There's a time and place for everything! But not now."

"Everybody up and into the briefing room!"
I run into the briefing room to hear this:
"The enemy-held Rigley Air Base is located in close proximity to our front lines, making it the proverbial knife at our throat. A large Erusian bomber contingent was deployed to Rigley. Their intentions are clear - a full-scale strike on our forces at North Point is imminent. Your mission is to catch these bombers on the ground and destroy them. We intend to turn the parking ramp at Rigley into a junkyard."
I run out.
"Everyone, we're going on a bombing run!"
I hop into my Typhoon.
"Permission to take off, tower?"

OH GOD THE VOICES


I follow the crew up into the B-1 and do all necessary procedures before taxiing to the runway and holding to let the fighters go first

I push the throttle to afterburner.
"Talon Flight, taking off!"

I quickly run to my new Eurofighter Typhoon, climbing the ladder and closing the overhead.  No co-pilot this time.
"Booldog, ready."
I head to the taxiing runway, and hit the afterburners, speeding past that stone cold bitch in a bomber Alexandria.  I pull up, taking off from the runway.

I circle the base, waiting for the rest.
"Talon Flight, remain circling around base until bomber takeoff is complete."




I get into my new B-1, which was parked right by where Alexandria's was.
I waited for Alexandria to take off