Author Topic: Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]  (Read 87040 times)

Mach disks form behind the exhaust nozzle as I push the power lever past the reheat threshold. Once airborne, I turn on the night vision overlay in my helmet and recolor the HUD orange. Blackwater directs me to the threat, and I move in to intercept.

Closing in on the first flight of fighters, I find two columns of false radar contacts showing up on the BVR scanner. Heaving a heavy sigh, I slew the cursor over the first column and gain a passive lock with an AIM-120 seeker. The letters "HOJ" appear on my HUD, as well as a target designator over the supposed ECM jamming source. Making sure I'm well within firing range, I release an AMRAAM and watch as it races towards a fighter. "Swordsman, Pitbull!"

White specks shoot out from the hostile aircraft as it begins maneuvering evasively. To my frustration, the bandit foils the missile and accelerates towards me to engage.

At the moment, I'm terrified. I don't know wheter or not we're going to get shot down, nor do i know who's even still alive. Suddenly, I remember something.
"Oh God no. No. No. NONONONONONOforget"
I start uncontrollably sobbing at the realization that my family (my wife, three year old son, and two year old daughter) is dead. They were in Etral the day of the attack.
"M-may as well j-just give me the ~sniff~ gun n-now..."
I'm inconsolable.
« Last Edit: January 13, 2014, 01:11:36 AM by Gojira »



I gain altitude so that I am above the fighters. I dive on the entire flight, as they are concentrated on avoiding incoming AMRAAMs. I lock up a fighter and fire. He's clueless. He suddenly jukes and drops flares, but this is a Semi-active radar missile. It doesn't work. His plane explodes and falls away. I fire a second sidewinder. He drops chaff but it fails, and the missile slams in to him.

I pull the airbreak for one last Sidewinder shot. I lock up the flight lead and wait. He weaves back and forth. I decide, perhaps killing him would perhaps send the rest of the fighter force into some confusion, but just maybe.

I pull up and maneuvers so that I will come down right on top of tr flight lead.

"God help me, oh God please help me,"

I dive on him. The Sidewinder locks, and the flight less weaves. His chaff is useless as it falls behind him too fast to make a difference. I fire it, and it streaks for him, and explodes. His plane crumbles up and falls away in a ball of fire. The whole foremation is confused, and I take the opportunity to pull away and climb.

The whole formation falls apart as the Flankers and Hornets are sent into a frenzy.

"Please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't see me,"

I get a radar lock alert, but it falls away within a second. It keeps happening. They know I'm here, but they can't lock me. I get a missile warning and dump chaff and flares, and manuver hard, and finally turn carefully turn and head to the bombers, and climb, so that the top cover aircraft don't see me coming.

"There you are you prick." 

I unload my GAU 22/A in Jackson's direction, not bothering to get a lock. 

A stream of tracers erupts from under me, a few strays hitting my plane.

"Holy stuff!" I exclaim.

I roll the aircraft sideways and pull hard. My suit inflates as I strain my muscules to keep from passing out. The supermanunverable Flatpack responds well, however my vision narrows slightly. I look and my helmet boxes in an aircraft that was on my tail.

I contemplate my next move.

"You sneaky devil," I mutter, swerving to keep up with the surprisingly maneuverable enemy aircraft.  I evade as I realize that he is now closing in on my tail. 

I pull around and close on his tail. He seems a bit clueless as to what happened. I get a tone and fire my last 9X.

I chaff and pull a hard right.  The missile shoots past without harming my jet.  I pull up and ride for a little while, purposely stalling my jet.  

As I fall back down, I struggle to get the air friction to turn, but I get the angle I need and am now behind Jackson's jet, however I'm about 70 meters too low.  I begin pursuit. 
« Last Edit: January 13, 2014, 02:26:59 PM by morningstar »

I loose track of the jet for a moment, but find him again watch him fall back behind me. He had pulled up and stalled his aircraft to get behind me. I don't particularly like this situation.

I press throttles to full and straight pitch upwards, the Flatpack's glorious Lyulka engines carry it higher, with increasing speed too.

Impressed with the enemy's speed, I hesitate for a moment but open up another burst of GAU at the MiG. 

I pull just before the shots get to me, and look back over to see that the agressor had followed me. I pull a wide loop to get leverage, and to deter a counterattack. I line the aggressor up in my sights, firing my cannon.

"Xavier, you have another fighter trying to sandwich you, intercepting." I swoop down, getting a big lead over the fighter trying to help the bandit that Xavier is chasing. I get as close as possible, and I fire a burst from my massive cannon, feeling the massive vibration from the huge gun that the plane was built around. The plane seems to be unaffected at first, but the wing tears off and the plane spins down into the beach that is currently being bombarded by the CS Falcon. I can see a large explosion, wiping out an advancing force of infantry.

"Haythem, isn't that supposed to be anti-tank?"

"Dannaaaaaa, do you have a sighting of any heavy armored or light armored vehicles? If so, fire the Hellfire and throw it into a group of them. I think that is anti-tank and infantry."
« Last Edit: January 13, 2014, 05:31:14 PM by Swat 3 »

The shots rip through my tail fins and light up the back of my plane as I push on the throttle to evade.  I radio for some othe planes to help me and one responds by firing AMRAAMs at the Cartelian fighter and then opening up with its own guns.  

I radio in "I may go down.  Is there a chance I can get recovered?"  The response is negative.


It took a while for me to post, and Swat's kind of ruined my thing, so I'm adding to it in a weird way.  

As a plane tears apart my help, I turn straight up again, but this time follow through with a loop-the-loop and open fire with my own AMRAAMs at the two fighters nearby.  "No more help, guys?  It's clear I'm going down.  Tell Taylor I went with honor," I radio in as I point my fighter now at an enemy jet and pull the tab on the emergency release, shooting out of the roosterpit.