Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]

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fixed the dimensions lol

[Ad Bot]

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Blackwater, reporting B-52H's attacking Ramond. F/A-18s in the area as well," I report.

"Tempest, acknowledged. Are you aware you don't have a wingman?" He replies.

I am busy trying to scan the sky for the next target.

"What the hell kind of question is that?! I know I don't have one! Why do-"

"It is standard procedure that every pilot have a wi-,"

"I don't have time for this! And your the one who chews people out for talking!"

I line up for a run on a flight of F/A-18s

I fire the a missile at the one closest to me, the number four man. He dives away, but the missile follows and destroys him. I lock up the number one and fire. It hits home, and his plane crumbles up and falls, burning. The number three dives away, but the number two pulls up, and tires to inter the Immelmann turn. I pull and easily get him in my sights. My gun chews him apart. His nose section collapses, and the mid section of his fuselage burns. I bank and look for the number three. He tries to burn away but I follow him and catch up quickly. I fire the last of my cannon into him. His plane fuel lights in a fireball, and his plane slowly slips away, but I accidental fly through the huge plume of smoke and exhaust. I get an alarm tone. My right engine flame'd out.

"Right engine flameout! Gonna try to restart,"

I check my airspeed, and I see I'm going fast enough to pull a windmill restart. I push the ignition, and the engine comes back on.

"Success, Blackwater, reporting Winchester."

"Copy, Return to base,"

The return goes quickly. The aircraft is parked outside the hanger. I report to Pete that there was a flame out on the right engine. He checks the engine's sensors through his data pad, and confirms that the engine hasn't sustained any damage. I wait a while for more fuel and weapons.

[Gojira]

I tear most of the port wing off of one B-52 with my gun and destroy the tail of another with one of my Sidewinders. It goes down in a stalling , spiraling mess of flames and smoke. Parachutes are visible from both planes. I hit a Hornet directly in the fuel tank, blowing it to little itsy bitsy pieces. The pilot tries to eject but his parachute catches on fire as a result of debris, fails to deploy, and leaves him falling. Death won't be fun for him. At all.
Suddenly, bullets tear through my right wing, putting holes the side of a golf ball clean through it. The half of the wing that remains appears to be holding on by a thread. I let the plane behind me overshoot, and then knock him out of the sky with a Sidewinder, removing his starboard wing.
"stuff, my plane's wing is gonna tear off at any second. I gotta head back to base, cover me!"
That's when I notice that the hydraulics on that wing have failed.
"forget, NOW THE HYDRAULICS ARE forgetED. I'M TURNING ON ONE WING HERE."
I turn around and head back to base.
"Megalith, requesting landing permission. Sustained heavy damage to wing."
"Permission granted, Megalith. Good luck."
My plane wobbles down to the runway. A moment before I touch down, the wing snaps off and causes me to lose control. My plane slams into the runway hard. Sparks fly in the roosterpit. The rest of the wing shears off, along with the elevator, and the intake. I skid, causing a ton of sparks. Speaking of sparks, some fuel hits a spark and ignites after a massive tear in the fuel tank (read: an entire side of the fuel tank), and causes smoke and flames. The roosterpit is bent in at the nose, trapping and shattering my lower legs, and, to a certain extent, protecting the rest of me. The runway is heavily damaged, and my plane is irreperable. I black out, some of the roosterpit glass shattered, causing minor cuts on my chest and arms.

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I can't join if I don't know if I have an A-10BC or not.

make it happen I wanna do stuff :)

[Gojira]

You could
Y'know
Help Steele out or something

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Since my plane is forgeted, I had to wait for a replacement. While I sit and watch the runway for landings and takeoffs, I see what appears to be Jacov's plane do a really nasty crash landing on the strip.

A super nasty crash. I knew it before it even touched to ground. I yelled at some nearby engineers to get the fire-fighters and medics. I grabbed a large fire-extinguisher and any vehicle and sped to the crash site. When I get near the flames, I cough and hag when the wind changes direction and goes into my face. I put my pilot helmet on, hoping at least my eyes won't sting. I put my shirt over my face and I go to the opposite side. "Oh stuff." I see Jacov pinned inside the roosterpit, the nose of the plane bend so badly is appears to be crushing his legs, or worse, cut them clean off. I curse and wonder how the forget am I going to get him out. Medical crews are on break, and they won't be hear for another 7 minutes or so.

"forget, forget forget. I watch as the fuel from the fuel tank leaks and get's caught on fire. I try to find a way how to get Jacov's lower feet untrapped, or my last resort will have to be cutting his legs off and pulling his ass out of their.

"forget, forget, forget." I say as I look at the fuel again. "Another 3 minutes or so... where are the firemen?!" I try to wake Jacov up by shaking him. The smoke turns back into my direction so I switch sides. "Jacov, you need to loving wake up and help me help you...." I grab the radio from the vehicle I took and ask the tower what the forget do I do.

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wrong thread lol

[Mikoyan]

"stuff!" I yell from inside a hangar. I sprint out to the crash site as fast as I can. I arrive before paramedics. Haythem (?) was already out there. Flames are dancing all around the plane. I try to pry open the canopy and eventually take my sidearm out and shoot a few holes in it. I then use a piece of metal debris to bust open the rest of the glass.

"Come on buddy." I slap Jacov a few times. Nothing. I unstrap his harnesses and begin tugging on him, trying to pull him out in places where there aren't jagged pieces of glass sticking up. I get half of him out before cutting my forearm on shattered glass almost all the way down the side. I let out a yelp of pain and look back up at Jacov. The fire was starting to spread, I figured the fuel tanks would explode any minute.

Bleeding like hell out of one arm, I wrap the other one around his chest, locking it between his armpits and tug as hard as I can until he's out. A moment later, paramedics arrive and take Steele and I to medical. I pass out due to loss of blood.

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I watch as Clay moves me to the side and pulls Steele out, withstanding an injury to the arm.

I help him pull Jacov out of the roosterpit and carry Jacov to the vehicle and help Clay into it as well. I put as much distance from the plane to us as far as possible.

Then paramedics arrive, and tell me that I have a shard of glass in my leg. "Oh."

(I wanted to partake in this because you kinda made believe I wasn't there. If you want me to edit this I can)

[Mikoyan]

Oh idk you were kinda just standing there

[Gojira]

The only sound I'm able to make is a small groan. At least I'm still breathing. Unfortunately, I'm still unconscious.


Right after everyone is far enough away, the fuel tanks explode, sending debris flying.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Tempest, hold at taxiway, aircraft coming in for emergency landing."

I watch as the F-15 staggers on its way down, landing, but just as it does, it's wing falls off and the aircraft rolls over.

"Holy stuff... Steele! STEELE!" I yell into my radio.

"Tempest, shut up. He's not in your hands. Proceed to runway nine."

I hesitated, and watched. I saw two figures run over to the plane and pull Steele out. A truck took them away. Just as the fire crews were coming, the aircraft exploded. A huge piece of metal bounced past my plane. I watched in awe.

"Tempest, proceed to runway nine!"

I shook myself out of it and taxied as fast as I could to runway nine, a shorter, but clear runway.

The launch went smoothly. I fired away my AMRAAMs. two hits, jammed twice, two misses. After this, I pushed throttle to max and speed for Ramond once again.

[NoZoner]

... Rather, zooming and booming is what I would have done hadn't more escorts arrived. Right before I could recover from a dive, a Flanker locked me into a turning fight. He's been on my six for some time now, but thankfully I've managed to keep off his nose for the greater duration of the fight, if only marginally. I've asked for help a number of times, but the rest of the pilots in the 86th either had their hands full or returned to base.

Every now and again I glance at the mirrors, only to find the aggressor persistently glued in place as he tries to close the gap. I try to pull up for a loop in hopes that he'd lose enough energy for me to make a run for it, but as I reach vertical he gets a lock on me and fires off a missile, despite not even remotely aiming in my direction. forgeter probably has a high off-boresight cueing system mounted to his helmet.

I clench my teeth and tighten my grip on the flightstick. Instead of completing the loop, I pitch down a ways before rolling around 180 degrees to start a split-S, careful not to show the underside of my aircraft. I pop chaff and flares, pulling back hard on the stick until finally hearing the cackle of sonic boom as the missile shrieks past.

By that time I realize the bandit has me right in his sights, and he lets out a stream of cannon fire. I desperately try to stay away, but several rounds make their way home, tearing a chunk out of my port aileron. Before the stream could climb further up on the wing however, a missile comes in at high speed and hits the Flanker directly, tearing the fuselage clean in half in a brilliant explosion that lights up my roosterpit. Deus ex machina at its finest.

The RWR beeps once more, but this time the contact is displayed in the outer ring. It's a buddy spike, none other than Xavier in his damned Mikoyan 1.44.

"Holy stuff, good kill! Finally got that forgeter off my tail, I owe you one!"

[Gojira]

I wake up in a hospital bed, covered in a gown.
"I just had the worst nightmare... I was in a plane crash, knocked unconscious, and ended up in a hospital."
"...that actually happened, Steele."
"...dammit."

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I was the one who responded to Jacov. "You got forgeted up. I thought you were about to die... but Clay here came and helped me pull you out. He punctures a blood vessel and started bleeding out, so I took you and put you in the car I came to the plane in, and I helped Clay into the car. I drove right out of there, and then the plane blew up shortly after..."

... The Marshaller lay limb in my arms, looking around weakly for a few seconds and then died ...

I look around and hope no one noticed my pause. "Uh, so according to your chart and Mr. Doctor you have forgeted up legs, multiple minor glass punctures in your chest and arms, and some other injuries."

I sigh, breaking the news, "Looks like you are not flying for a while, Jacov."