The return went smoothly.
I climbed out of my Falcon, the maintenance chief hands me a few papers.
"Commandant wants you to report your encounter today, and there's this," he says, and trots away without another word.
I look at the papers, there is a blank envelope too, it reads "Confidential" on its faces. There is nothing in the envelope. I notice there is a second envelope, it reads "Confidential" too, but has a fair number of papers in it.
I leave all of the papers in my locker and quickly shower, and grab something to eat from the local cafeteria, the return to the confidential envelops. The one I had believed to be empty had a small note in it, stating that the commandant only wanted my assessment of the situation, not to keep it long, and that flight data was being taken from the plane. This was the easier part, it took no more than ten minutes. The next envelope contained about ten sheets of paper, the first one had a small note on it.
Confidential
Etral AFB
86th Elite Air Wing
1/4/19
Command has authorized the personal selection of aircraft. Select one to best suit your needs. Once you are finished, return articles to the envelope, and turn this packet into the base command. You will be notified whether your request has been denied or approved in a few days time.
I looked over the planes, a few if them seemed enticing, but one plane seemed better than all else. The Mikoyan 1.44.
30mm Cannon, 1,300 RPM, RAM coated, supermanuverable, twin engines, trust vectoring, internal ordnance bay, supercruise...
However, it also made certain that it was known that the aircraft was statistically unstable. I hope that won't bite me in the ass. I put an X by its name and signed my name under it.
The halls were somewhat quiet, and I tried not to do anything that would start up conversation. At this point I was beginning to feel a bit tired There were a dew people in the command area. I handed in the documents to the secretary and head to my bunk to take a nap. Miraculously I managed to avoid being sucked into gossip about the unidentified aircraft that were shot down, and crashed on my bed and slept...
"-amble fighters! Scramble fighters, this is not a drill! "
I jumped out of bed barely noticing the drool that had begun to accumulate on the side of my face, I brushed it away with my hand and wiped it on my suit, not giving it a second thought.
Sirens were howling all over the base, there were pilots in the hallway, running towards the lockers. I followed them, determined not to be the last aircraft off the ground again.
The locker rooms were full of pilots, I found my locker and took my helmet and mask, and ran for the hangers. My plane was still being fueled and armed. I approached the maintenance chief.
"What are you giving me?!" I yelled over the sound of jet engines spooling up.
"Counter air! Four AMRAAMs and two Sidewinders, full belt of cannon, ECM pod, and half fuel!" He report.
"Why half?"
He shrugged. "It was what I was told!"
"How much time!" I
"About two minutes!"
"It should have been ready two minutes ago!"
I climbed into the roosterpit and started looking through the checklist. The little truck took hold of the nose gear and removed the aircraft from its hanger. The tower gave me a taxi way. I noticed to that those maritime defense aircraft had been lined up and had racks full of anti-ship weaponry.
"Sonovabitch, even the roostersucking cannon fodder planes beat me to it!" I exclaimed in the roosterpit.
The takeoff was rushed, and Blackwater immediately handed me my briefing in flight. Planes were attacking Etral. Since it was within, 50 miles of the base, you could fire away your AMRAAMs as soon as you took off, I launched two, only one of which hit, leaving two behind for the others. I fire walled the throttle and burned for Etral...
Deoxy correct me on my story if you have anything in mind, and also, you being command, what about the Mikoyan 1.44?
