Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]

[Swat 3]

"Jacov, you probably banged your head when you crashed, I am pretty sure you did."

The doctor comes over with another dose of pain killer, injecting it into Jacov's IV. "That will feel better. Also, you did get a concussion." The doctor looks at his watch and says that it is his break, and walks out of the room.

[Ad Bot]

[Mr. Hurricane]

I look behind me, as I pull back to complete the loop. I see the burning flanker sinking back towards the ground.

"Good kill! Good kill! Green, you got one on your ta-"

A missile flies by, and hits the flanker on Green's tail, and shortly after, Estaloo's F-35 streaks by.

"Nice shot Estaloo! Kill confirmed!"

I completed the loop and looked at my radar.

"Guys, are we the only 86th here? Steele crashed, Haythem isn't here, Lt. Col. Perchinson was on the ground, I'm probably missing people, but that's what it looks like,"

I see a group of bombers egressing the area. I fly their way and prepare to dive on them. There tail guns don't track me. I fire away my last three IR missiles. Two hits, one miss. No aircraft downed though. The last bomber was smart and dumped a load of flares. I wing for another pass and take out the rightmost bomber, the smart one. I swing from the left and set the leftmost bomber alight. I finish the last bomber with last of my cannon ammo.

"Blackwater, Tempest here, reporting Winchester."

"Copy Tempest, RTB,"

[morningstar]

Name: Jethro Milakovich
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Side: Nerverak
Piloting Style: Multirole (mostly a/a)
Personality: For the most part serious.  He still has a sense of humor and can come up with quips on the spot.  Clever.  
Nickname: "Stig" (derivative of S.T.G.)


Relevant info: I planned on starting with an F35 Lightning II if possible. 
Before accepting, please realize that I specifically chose an enemy pilot because I won't be extremely active.  
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[Comatose]

I look behind me, as I pull back to complete the loop. I see the burning flanker sinking back towards the ground.

"Good kill! Good kill! Green, you got one on your ta-"

A missile flies by, and hits the flanker on Green's tail, and shortly after, Estaloo's F-35 streaks by.

"Nice shot Estaloo! Kill confirmed!"

I completed the loop and looked at my radar.

"Guys, are we the only 86th here? Steele crashed, Haythem isn't here, Lt. Col. Perchinson was on the ground, I'm probably missing people, but that's what it looks like,"

I see a group of bombers egressing the area. I fly their way and prepare to dive on them. There tail guns don't track me. I fire away my last three IR missiles. Two hits, one miss. No aircraft downed though. The last bomber was smart and dumped a load of flares. I wing for another pass and take out the rightmost bomber, the smart one. I swing from the left and set the leftmost bomber alight. I finish the last bomber with last of my cannon ammo.

"Blackwater, Tempest here, reporting Winchester."

"Copy Tempest, RTB,"

I streak by as I key my radio. "Ochoa reporting."

[Mr. Hurricane]

"That still leaves three, I don't have any ammo left, what's the long range radar look like? I saw a group bombers trying to leave, but that's it,"

[Gojira]

A SAM shoots down one of the bombers.

[NoZoner]

"I'm picking up two more on BVR. I still have some AMRAAMs on me, engaging..."

I slew the seeker over each of the bombers and fire off an AIM-120 at the closest one.

"Fox 3 medium!"

The countdown timer on the HUD appears. Upon reaching zero, the target designator disappears and I can barely make out the rapid expansion of dark smoke forming a trail against the horizon.

"Confirmed hit, splash one bomber."

I fire a missile at the last bomber, and it too goes down in smoke.

"... Splash two, that should be the last one."

[Comatose]

As I streak by Jackson's MiG, I watch as the last of bombers plume into flaming balls of metal before plummeting into the Earth below. A couple parachutes bloom out of the fire, like flowers from the sidewalk.

"Tosè here. Anybody think our role here has been wasted?"
Ian pipes in. "Yeah! There aren't any ground units to shoot at."

I glance at him, and he shrugs. I look back at my HUD and radio Blackwater. "Blackwater, Winchester request."
I hear a grunt from his end, and turn back to base. He finally speaks, "Roger. RTB."
"Visiting Steele?"
I raise an eyebrow. "What happened to Steele?"
"Got shot down. Medevac took him back to base. Critical."

Another scowl. Second one today.

[Gojira]

I didn't get shot down
I got hit bad
Wing snapped off at the last second
My plane bit the dirt (and I nearly did as well).

[Gojira]

...come on guys :(

[Swat 3]

i fart in jacov's face

beter?

[Gojira]

nou

[Mr. Hurricane]

"That's false, Tosé, I don't know what kind of screw Blackwater has in his head. Steele crashed on landing. They pulled him out of his plane just in time."

[Swat 3]

*cough*they as in the star me and the star clay*cough*


I take a breather from my oxygen tank after I feel a bit light headed. "Tastes like stuff."

[Mr. Hurricane]

*cough*i was at the opposite end to the runway and couldn't identify you*cough*


I land, and I finally begin to feel sore. Having to tense everything to keep blood flow has made it's mark. I hobble out of the plane, out of the hanger, and to the lockers. I drop off my stuff and make my way to the showers, and prepare for the debriefing, but not before stopping by the infirmary to get pain relievers and saying hello to Jacov.

I hobble in to his room. Clay and Haythem are also there.

"Hey guys, holy stuff, what happened to both of you," I say, looking at Haythem and Clay.