Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]

[Gojira]

"Yeah, it's gonna be a hell of a long time. Which sucks."

[Ad Bot]

[Swat 3]

"Maybe command can get you a drone which you can pilot from here." I say, chuckling. "Just like those video games!"

[Mr. Hurricane]

I speed by Green's plane.

"Don't worry about it," I say as I pass.

I push for altitude, and spot a group of Flankers below.

I dive back on them. All of them but the fourth man break. I dive on him, firing as I go. He finally takes action just as they fall on him. A few impact, some smoke trails just wing. He turns back to where he came. I get a missile alert, and pull on the stick hard, along with deploying flares and chaff. The missile flies away under me. Radar shows there's an aircraft at my seven. He's in a bad gun position, as he's crossing too far above and behind.

A stupid idea pops into my head. He's really close to me, so I go for Pugachev's cobra.

I pull hard and the aircraft shakes violently. I close the distance before he has time to correct his shot. He passes off my right wing. I nose back over as he speeds away, and engage afterburners and fly for him. I give him a small burst. It misses, and I fire again, but just as I do, he rolls. A second aircraft appears behind me and fires. I hear a few bullets hit my plane.

"stuff! Not my loving brand ass new plane!"

I bank and pull for the Flanker. I get a tone and fire. Another stream flies by. The defender evades the missile. I realize how dangerous this situation is and pull back on the stick. I engage afterburners and zoom away. The attacker can't keep up with me and disengage, but not before firing one last futile missile.

[Gojira]

All I'm able to do is lay in bed and groan. I've just been told that it'd be a miracle if I ever walked again, let alone flew again.
Needless to say, I got pissed and started yelling.
"I WILL loving FLY AGAIN. JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE."

[Swat 3]

"Jacov, calm down. You better loving fly before I punch your forgeted up legs and make them better." I say, a little hurt on the fact that Jacov may never fly ever again. "You are very skilled and god forbid... we just need to send you to surgery, really. Those bones can be fixed and maybe some of your nerves can be fixed." I say, remembering my father's surgery on his left arm after it was crushed under a heavy car.

[Gojira]

"This is 2019. They should be able to fix shattered limbs by now."
I start to wonder if they can fix them with surgery.

[Mikoyan]

"You'll be fine." I appear at the doorway.

[Gojira]

"Oh hey. What happened to you and why is your arm wrapped in bandages?"

[Swat 3]

I turn to the door way after a familiar voice appears. "Ah, Clay... er uh, Colonel.." I stop, trying to find the word he told me to call him. "Ah, what ever."

"How's the arm?" I say, looking at the bandages on his arm. I am hoping no one notices my little oxygen tank that I am carrying around with me. I say this right when Jacov asks, me getting sounded out. "He helped me get you out, well, he did all the work. He get a shard of glass in his arm. Remember? I told you I got you in the car and then I helped Clay to the car because he was losing a lot of blood."

[Gojira]

"Of course I don't remember, I crashed. I don't remember anything up until I woke up here. Also, what's with the oxygen tank?"

[Swat 3]

"I mean when I strolled in here I told you..." I was in mid sentence when Jacov points out my oxygen tank. "... Uh ..." I pause, looking around. "Nothing. Not like I need help breath- so how's the weather?"

[Gojira]

"Oh. You have to remember that I had just woken up. I don't remember things that people tell me right when I wake up."
I lay back down, still in pain, and stare at the ceiling.
"Man, I have a killer headache right now... did I get a concussion?"

[NoZoner]

I furrow my brows as I feel the effects of the damage on my aileron. Both responsiveness and overall roll speed have taken a hit, but it isn't unmanageable.

I follow in the direction of the 1.44, closing in on the bandits trying to chase after Xavier. Apparently neither of them noticed me, as both kick in their afterburners to gain speed. I hastily switch to my AIM-9s, looking to seize the opportunity.

The sidewinder seeker growls in delight upon finding its prey, finally uttering it's shrill cry to alert me that I'm within firing range. "Fox 2 short!"

The wingman breaks off to evade, releasing countermeasures in a vain attempt to throw off the missile, failing to recognize his error until the final moments leading to his demise. The missile hits directly, and the Flanker is engulfed in a ball of fire before lifelessly falling to earth.

The other bandit immediately turns around to engage me.

[Gojira]

"Augh, my loving head. Doc, get me some headache meds, wouldya?"

[Deoxys And One Noob]

I furrow my brows as I feel the effects of the damage on my aileron. Both responsiveness and overall roll speed have taken a hit, but it isn't unmanageable.

I follow in the direction of the 1.44, closing in on the bandits trying to chase after Xavier. Apparently neither of them noticed me, as both kick in their afterburners to gain speed. I hastily switch to my AIM-9s, looking to seize the opportunity.

The sidewinder seeker growls in delight upon finding its prey, finally uttering it's shrill cry to alert me that I'm within firing range. "Fox 2 short!"

The wingman breaks off to evade, releasing countermeasures in a vain attempt to throw off the missile, failing to recognize his error until the final moments leading to his demise. The missile hits directly, and the Flanker is engulfed in a ball of fire before lifelessly falling to earth.

The other bandit immediately turns around to engage me.

Seeing the action, I take down the bandit behind Lars, and then take down a bomber. OOC: there will be a bomber mission next mission.