Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]

[morningstar]

As I leave the ground the jet in front of me explodes and I have to roll to the side.  I lose my right sidewinder to the ground, a warning as to how low I am. 

"We've got vultures, heading NW.  Jester and Brig, pull southbound and join me at gridmark Sierra 53 Victor Foxtrot 2-2.  I repeat: we have hostiles in a southwestern direction bearing in northwest." 

I cruise southward , tailed by my wingmen, and spiral up when we're directly west of the attackers. 

I just bullcrapped the whole "Sierra 53 Victor Foxtrot 2-2" and I know nothing about how this part of military planning really works.  If somebody is offended by my butchery of military language, feel free to tell me what they would really say. 

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[Gojira]

"Enemy interceptors incoming!"

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Gun's radar's active, ECM is barrage jamming!"

I look at the monitor to see a jet fly up from beneath us and try to pull back down to attack. The gun locks it and fires with a perfect solution right on him. The plane burns wildly, turns and rolls awkwardly with the loss of its vertical stabilizer, breaks apart and explodes.

"We got one! Splash one fighter!"

[Swat 3]

"Roger." I turn in my seat. "Any more targets to release the rest of our payload on, assuming we have anymore?" The last statement was directed as a question to Steele.

[Gojira]

"We still have plenty. Targets are dropping in number rapidly, however."
I drop a half-ton bomb. Somehow or another, it hits an enemy jet a few thousand feet below us and detonates. A few moments later, we feel the shockwave.
"Hot damn, did that really just happen? Just dropped a bomb and instead of dropping a ground target I dropped a loving enemy jet. Thing just exploded."
I drop a bomb on our last target.
"Target destroyed, reporting near Winchester."

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Oooohhh stuff! We got another one!"

The gun tracks and fires, but misses at first. It fires again and the plane snaps in half and explodes.

[Gojira]

Flak blows a hole in the left wing. Warning lights and alarms come on in the roosterpit to alert the pilots of the structural damage.

[Swat 3]

I ask Danna what the damages are. "We can make it home, but we have to release all of our payload." I order Steele to drop the rest of our bombs on the airbase, regardless of location. I then turn out heading back to the borders, but then the left tears apart as another flak round hits it, it falls off -- we fall to the ground. I immediately grab a parachute and jump out.

[Gojira]

"OH forget ME. FUUUUUUUUUUUCK." I yell as I slide around trying to grab a parachute. I manage to grab one and slip it on my back before being thrown out of the bomb bay door.
I deploy the parachute after about a minute. My legs take it the worst.
"AUUUUGH"
After about a minute, I land, my legs (again) taking the brunt of the impact.
I fall over on the ground and just lay there, yelling and a moment later sobbing from the pain. A bomb goes off about 750 meters from me and I am deafened. Debris pelts the ground around me, miraculously not hitting me. My ears are ringing loudly, and I can't hear a thing. I draw my sidearm and lie there, waiting.

[Swat 3]

I land in a warm lake. I see Steele lay on the grown and a bomb go off next to him in a deafening proximity. I run to him, screaming "Steele!".

I am shot in the left thigh and collapse hard on a concrete road. The last thing I see before blacking out is a unit of Nerverak infantry running up to me.

[Gojira]

swat 750 meters is pretty damn close to half a mile

[Mr. Hurricane]

The plane rolls violently over as I pull the ejection seat handle. I'm thrown into the sky by th seat and removed from the aircraft.

I count the parachutes below. There are three parachutes. Who didn't make it out-

Steele. forget.

No wait, we were one man short to being with.

I land after some time and immediately paint my face to break up the shadows. I pocket my sidearm and bury my chute, before moving slowly through the woods south towards the coast.

[Swat 3]

swat 750 meters is pretty damn close to half a mile

is that uh, far or close?

oh far okay

still he knew that the impact would loving disable you.

[Gojira]

hey u stuff i made it out
that should read 3 parachutes

[Gojira]

I barely manage to avoid being captured by Nerverak forces by crawling into a forest to break up my outline and painting my face. I find Tosé doing the same thing.
"Hey Tosé."
I can't hear his response because I've gone a bit temporarily deaf.