Author Topic: 118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 10 - Tango Line  (Read 76477 times)

psst hey swat this is 2003
i don't think we had scouters or anything of the sort back then
I launch an AIM 9 at the one I was tailing originally, splitting his aircraft horizontally in half.

Not anything detecting power level of course.

But if I spend all day in my mancave, I think I can invent a simple radar gun that attaches to my face.


Not anything detecting power level of course.

But if I spend all day in my mancave, I think I can invent a simple radar gun that attaches to my face.
sounds painful

"Dammit why isn't anyone else up here? I'm gonna get killed!"

Ew, no it's not surgically implanted to my face.  It's a pair of headphones that have an earbud on the right side, nothing on the left, and a small translucent screen from the right that has digital numbers on it, basically a scouter, but it just detects distance and speed.

It's just a nifty tool I whipped up.

I switch to my MG, and blaze as one flies in front of me, removing his left wing.
"I'm in someone's lock! I'm gonna die here!"
Beeping.
Chaff.
Explosion kills my port engine.
"forget, I'm hit. Requesting some damn air support!"

Sounds cool.
« Last Edit: September 26, 2012, 11:34:10 PM by Gojira »

I run to my room and do nothing

I run to my room and do nothing
Get in a flak gun or somethiiing



I blow up whatever is chasing Steele and save his life
Go me
Oh yeah and also my plane's wing gets damaged again whoops

I blow up whatever is chasing Steele and save his life
Go me
Oh yeah and also my plane's wing gets damaged again whoops
yay

"Only two up here defending against twenty...
...
...
We can handle this."
I keep pressing my plane to the limit, despite the broken engine.
I launch what remains of my missiles, taking down three, with the last missile dropping to the ground armed.
I take down another two with my machine gun, snapping the roosterpit from one of the planes, and setting fire to the other's fuel tanks, with massive explosions subsequently following.

"My plane's probably gonna break up. Come on, one last kill!"
I fire my machine guns more, shredding three more.
I nurse my plane back to the landing strip, and am about to come to a halt, when all of a sudden a missile hits my plane in the rear of the fuselage - near the engines, but not at them.
"stuff!"
I jump out, running away, and trip, firing at any downed enemy airmen that come my way.


lol flak gun?
dead now
not me
the flak
and it was two missiles that did my plane in.
"forget."
An enemy airman fires his pistol at me and hits my ankle, tripping me.
"forget!"
I fire back, hitting his gun arm and his knee foot.