Author Topic: Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]  (Read 74894 times)

My radar shows a nice, rather large target approaching Etral, I quickly target it and fire one of the AMRAAMs. A second later, the tones in my ear go haywire, I look at my radar screen and it gets staticy, I am being jammed by the target. The air war is beginning to come into view. I notice a rather small object on my radar, it is to my 10 o'clock low. I roll a bit, and notice that it is a drone, in a silent orbit around the battle. I roll over and dive on it, the drone gets bigger and bigger, my HUD indicator alerts me that I can use guns. The little drone disintegrates under the overwhelming volume of fire. I pop a few flares and climb sharply, then level off, take my picking of a target, fire my last AMRAAM, and get jammed again. Afterburner active, I burn for dogfight. The chattering of other 86th pilots fills my ears.

A wing of bombers lumbers underneath me and I roll over to engage, the tone of the sidewinders fills my ear. I launch it, and it hurdles down towards the flight lead. The bomber deploys flares but it proves futile, the missile strikes one of his engines, which begins to burn. The bomber looses altitude and drops its bombs into the ocean. I realize my speed and the dive angle, and accidently overshoot before it can be corrected, and loop around for another pass. I come in behind the second bomber, how is shaking back and forth. He drops flares every few seconds, I wait. The last flare drops and the sidewinder is fired, the bomber dumps another load of flares. The missile follows one and explodes harmlessly.

I close the gap between us and press for guns. The first burst misses, but the second stream opens his fuel tank, but doesn't light it. A white stream of glittery fuel trails the bomber as it leans left on its damaged wing.

The HUD lights up with a radar warning, indicating I've been locked.

"Tempest, your nine high!" An unfamiliar voice cries.

The radar warning lights up.

I dump flares in time to see a missile speed away into the sky, a bright stream of tracers cuts by my roosterpit. I look left, a fighter is bearing down on me. The aircraft overshoots and screams past, and I dive for him, we enter the dreaded rolling scissors...



I think it would help if we had more information, like locations, vectors, a map, aircraft types, a better description of what is going on, etc. Just a suggestion.

EDIT: Swat, for future reference, sidewinders have a 20lb warhead, they would not penetrate the deck of a carrier, that is not to say though that the carrier's deck could have planes on it, however, I'm not sure how many planes they would have on the deck during launching an alpha strike of sorts. I'm not a mod so I wouldn't worry about changing up your story.
« Last Edit: January 04, 2014, 09:58:03 PM by Mr. Hurricane »

I meant that I shot into a group of people and used three other ones at the captians's tower or whoever.

"Just finished repairs, and now we're loading weapons and refueling." It's good news, though the extra waiting time means I'll be the last one to take off. I anxiously walk around the aircraft, inspecting closely as the ground crew rushes to fit the weapons onto the pylons. One everyone is clear of the aircraft, I hop into the roosterpit and spool up the engines. The F-110 turbofan roars to life, and after contacting the tower I roll out of the hangar and onto the tarmac.

Thankfully there wasn't any traffic, so I managed to get to altitude pretty quickly. Before long I found myself high above Etral's skyline. The F-16 was fit with a pretty solid mixed loadout, so I first turned my attention to the incoming ships. Just as I was about to fire a Harpoon, my RWR beeps to life and the missile avoidance tone floods the roosterpit. A Flanker's on my tail. "Fox-1 inbound. Swordsman, defending." I begin breathing in grunts as I tense every muscle in my body to increase G tolerance. I drop chaff and jink. The missile sails past harmlessly, and I turn around to go on the offensive. "Fox defeated. Swordsman, engaging offensive at angels 9."

My opponent begins to turn as well, and soon enough I find myself opposite of him in the circle. Before I could do anything, the Flanker quickly executes a cobra mid-turn to gain aspect, and fires a missile before pitching back into conventional flight. "stuff." The move caught me off guard and I was left with an exceedingly small amount of time and space to dodge it. I pop chaff and flares before jerking my aircraft down just in time to evade. The ensuing yo-yo allows me to catch up to my opponent, and right as he recovers I fire my cannons into the broad side of his aircraft. The fuel tanks explode, and the fighter falls out of the sky without any ejection. "Splash one Flanker."

I strafe the deck of a destroyer identified as hostile, sending up debris and somehow managing to hit an ammo store, blowing a massive hole in the port bow, which promptly fills with water and brings the ship down.
"Who the hell's attacking?! Blackwater, do we have an ID on the attackers?"

As my aircraft pulls up from its strafing run, I hear the missile avoidance tone in my ear, and look to my HUD for confirmation. I quickly deploy chaff and roll before pitching downward to attack a destroyer.

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?


You can have the 1.44 after this mission if you like. For now: F-16C Fighting Falcon

I wonder why I didn't fire an AMRAAM sooner.
"Blackwater, I repeat, do we have an ID on the invaders, and any info on why they didn't annihilate us with AMRAAM missiles, given their range?"

"Blackwater here, aircraft are confirmed to be Su-33 "Naval Flankers" possible F/A-18's on radar too, but cannot be confirmed, along with assorted Boeing-built strategic bombers. Bombers known to be carrying potent ECM defenses. Country of origin is unknown at this time. Su-33s seem to be prepared in an alpha-strike configuration, carrying bomb loads rather than anti-aircraft ordnance, numerous escort aircraft in the area, however. Light surface vessels are approaching the coast line. Maritime recon confirms a carrier force far from the coastline, within strike distance. They may not be firing upon or aircraft because of locational security concerns, or they may have switched the majority of there VLS ordnance to anti-ground weapons, over."



The rolling scissors continues, I am scrambling think how to get out of this, but an idea pops into my head. On my descent, I engage the F-16's airbrake. The aircraft shudders wildly, and while I end up behind the aggressor, I don't have a firing solution. I disengage the brake pitch over and burn for the ocean below, the aggressor rolls high and preforms a pseudo-high yo-yo to fall back on my tail. He fires once, bright tracers fly over my wing, a few strays hitting the base of my left wing. The ocean approaches fast.

At 1500 feet, I pull the airbrake, turn off the afterburner and yank the stick into my gut, my g-suit inflates and my vision is swallowed by darkness. I regain sight a few seconds after, engage afterburner again and see that I'm climbing fast. The Flanker is following but is falling behind, a few seconds pass and I pitch over to see him stalling and falling back down, and finish by completing the loop and diving on him. I pull for the airbrake to get more time for a gun run, only to be alerted that the airbrake's hydraulics have failed. The Flanker burns for the ground, he can dive faster than my Falcon. The sidewinder locks him, and I let it go. It streaks for him, but looses track mid flight. I pull for a futile gun attempt, but see the sidewinder re-adjust its aim and fly in to him. The Flanker is consumed by a fireball. I see the pilot eject and I roll away to re-engage the bombers.


I guess Nerverak uses Sukhoi, Tupolev, along with the original Boeing and Lockheed Martin aircraft. Ill change Blackwater's description of the situation if needed.

EDIT number i forgot now - Nerverak using boeings, I would assume that the bombers would be B-52s...
« Last Edit: January 05, 2014, 02:32:49 PM by Mr. Hurricane »

Ohstuffojstuff sorry guys


I walk out onto the ramp, "We got any Martels?" I ask my crew chief. "Yes sir, why?" I begin climbing the ladder into my aircraft with my navigator not too far behind, "hoist 2 sergeant." He shouts orders to some ground technicians and they run off. "Ok let's do our preflight..."

"Parking brake?" "On."
"Air source?" "Norm"
"CNI?" "Backup..."

I quickly bomb a destroyer and take it out. I see an aircraft carrier, and I take out the deck with a bomb. Planes are demolished and I take out the carriers bridge. Making sure of the kill, I bomb the carrier again. It now sinks.

"I loving hate this plane, not like my old one." I mumble as I flank to the right. I spot a bomber group that are in a defensive position, with the gunners each having a part of the sky to shoot at. "This is Mayhem, I need one of you guys to help me against these 4 bombers."

"Matt, get ready for a climb."
I tense my muscles and starting breathing in grunts as I take a vertical-like climb to get in a blind spot above the bombers. "Do you think the rest of these ordinance on our belly can hit at least one of those pretty targets under us?"
"Yeah."

I flip a switch and hear a beep confirming that I can use my bombs, and I let them go in front of the group after I slowed down to allow them to catch down to the bombers. "Confirmation on a hit?"

"One down, now they are on you... I see two unknown fighters approaching our position."
"stuff."

(guys make believe my navigator came with me ;))

Er, Swat, F-16s aren't 2-seaters.


Once the checklists are complete, chief orders me to close the canopy and spool up. The AS missiles had already been attached to the aircraft by technicians. Once the engines are started, I quickly taxi, takeoff, and adjust my heading towards the battle.

After firing my Sidewinders at the destroyer, another 86th member swoops in and finishes it off. I change our heading and turn back to base, and open the comms channel. "Blackwater, this is Tosè. I'm heading back to base."

"Blackwater copies. I request that you use proper radio jargon."
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
"Bu-"

I quickly cut Blackwater off by keying the comms button again before shutting the system back off. Double checking my weapons systems, I confirm I am out of missiles and my cannon is empty. As I turn the locking systems back on, I suddenly hear the missile lock tone buzzing in my ear. Nonchalantly, I reach to release the chaff and check my HUD.

"Oh, forget me."

I'm out of chaff.

I quickly disengage the afterburner and pitch downward and begin to roll, attempting to break the missile's lock. As the tone grows louder, I begin to key the radio.
"Mayday, mayday! Countermeasure systems down-"
The tone's volume increases.
"-need immediate assistance-"
It's faster.
"-fa- Just. forget it."

I quickly pull the cord for the ejection seat, and everything goes black.

NO SIDEWINDERS ARE AIR TO AIR MISSILES NO

NO SIDEWINDERS ARE AIR TO AIR MISSILES NO

turned on manual fire