Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]

[Mikoyan]

Name: Marko Primakov
Age: 27
Gender: M
Side: Yuktobanian (Cartelian)
Piloting Style: M
Personality:
Nickname: Mark
Backstory: Family of YAF pilots. recently transferred to the 86th from a Southern Yuktobanian Airbase.

I fly Mig-29 please.

Clay is too complicated now. He stares at the corner of a wall all day.

"Blackwater, Avenger 0-4, checking in, 17 miles West of Darina Flight level 190."

"Copy all Avenger. Expect ILS runway 9. Descend and maintain 12,000"

"Expect ILS runway 9, 12,000, Avenger 0-4"

I turn the ALT hold knob down to 12,000 and the plane begins descending. I pull the power back a little to prevent from speeding up too much. Long day of flying has to end with an ILS approach. Lovely.

[Ad Bot]

[Gojira]

I sight a landing jet and barely manage to recognize the Yuktobanian markings in the morning light.
"Aaand another pilot. Clay's rendered himself useless, just sitting in the corner over there."
"One to talk, Mr. Shattered Limbs."
"At least I have a reason to be useless."

[NoZoner]

The first rays of the morning sun pry open my eyelids, rousing me from my slumber. I faintly hear a low whistle, and spot a fighter sporting the YAF livery landing on the runway. I turn my head to Jacov, who seems to have stayed awake through the whole thing.

"Do you know what's going on?"


ooc: say mikoyan, if you're not going to use clay for the rest the rp, is it alright if i take control of him for a bit and have him leave?

[Gojira]

"No, looks like a new guy. I stayed up all night because of the damn coffee. Oh well, it was worth it."

[Mr. Hurricane]

We arrive over our designated area. Within minutes, Blackwater has some targets for us.

"Tempest flight, we have two UAV's crossing the ocean bearing 285, heading 200, range 100, angels 25 engage them,"

"Copy, let's go kid,"

I turn for the UAV's.

[Mikoyan]

I bring the mig down to the runway and pull the power, having full confidence that the rugged aircraft wouldn't be damaged by slamming into the ground. My predictions are correct. The engines begin to spool down as I roll down the runway.

"Avenger, taxi to terminal via Alpha."

Once the plane had slowed down a sufficient amount, I turn off onto the taxiway and give it just enough power to roll all the way down to the terminal, no doubt waking a ton of people up in the process of spooling the loud turbofans up.

A Yuktobanian ramp worker jogs out and guides my aircraft into place among all the others. I go through normal procedure, turning the avionics, battery, and finally cut the fuel to the engines. To everyone's relief, the screaming RD-33s begin to spool down as their scream slowly fades away.

I wave at the marshaller, giving him the sign I was ok and didn't need help. In turn, he walks away. Once the engines are competey shut off, I open the canopy and begin climbing down from the roosterpit.


Also, feel free to take over clay.

[Blockguy345]

We arrive over our designated area. Within minutes, Blackwater has some targets for us.

"Tempest flight, we have two UAV's crossing the ocean bearing 285, heading 200, range 100, angels 25 engage them,"

"Copy, let's go kid,"

I turn for the UAV's.

"Breaking."
I flip my weapons switch to AIM-20, wait until my plane locks on, makes a solid beep, and I fire.
First one hit.
"I'll let you get the other one."

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Fox Two!"

I fire the AMRAAM. It streaks away into the sky.

"Tempest, splash one," Blackwater reports.

A minute passes before Blackwater chimes in again.

"Tempest flight, we have one flight of four bogeys inbound. Same bearing and heading, altitude and range. Intercept, be aware, they only see your number two man,"

"Copy, drop tanks! Here's what we do, as Blackwater said, they only see you. Fire all of your AMRAAMs, I'll fly straight into them and brake them up, you follow a few miles behind." I say, as a release my drop tanks to make my aircraft more stealthy.

[Blockguy345]

"Fox Two!"

I fire the AMRAAM. It streaks away into the sky.

"Tempest, splash one," Blackwater reports.

A minute passes before Blackwater chimes in again.

"Tempest flight, we have one flight of four bogeys inbound. Same bearing and heading, altitude and range. Intercept, be aware, they only see your number two man,"

"Copy, drop tanks! Here's what we do, as Blackwater said, they only see you. Fire all of your AMRAAMs, I'll fly straight into them and brake them up, you follow a few miles behind." I say, as a release my drop tanks to make my aircraft more stealthy.

"Dropping tanks." I hear a ka-chunk! as I press the switch. I lower my speed down, letting Blackwater go ahead of me. "Firing AARAAM's, watch out man!" "Fire 1, Fire 2, Fire 3, Fire 4."  "Good luck!" I bank off of his tail.

[Gojira]

I welcome the new pilot, who's clearly a transfer from Yuktobania.

[NoZoner]

By now, nearly everyone was awake. The shuffling of feet and idle chatter could be heard all around the barracks, and occasionally a groan would escape a newly awakened officer. I promptly get out of bed and rub away the last of the sleep from my eyes in time to see Jacov leaving to check out the new arrival. I decide to get myself some breakfast in the meantime.

I begin walking to the food court, swiveling my head around to better observe the morning. Not long after leaving the barracks however I catch sight of a figure sitting in the corner who appears to be lost in thought.

“He's been like that all morning,” an officer says to me in a low voice, “A few others already tried to ask him what's wrong, but he keeps avoiding the subject. It might be better to leave him alone for a while.”

“Thanks for the heads-up, but I think I'll see this for myself.”

“Well, good luck with getting anything out of him then. Don't complain to me if you miss out on the food.”

I approach the person in question, and he turns his head towards me.

“Lars?”

“Clay? What's gotten into you? You look like you've just seen a ghost!”

He continues looking at me with surprise for a moment, clearly hesitant to say something. He lets out a sigh, and drops his gaze to the floor. “I've just received a bit of bad news, that's all...” The lines on his face seem much darker than I remember.

“I'm starting to get a little too old for this. I'll probably have a word with the colonel and ask if I can drop down or maybe even leave altogether.”

“... Is it alright if I ask what's on your mind?”

Much to my surprise, Clay slowly looks back at me and takes a moment before saying something in his first language. I almost didn't catch it, and it takes me a few seconds to register his question and respond in kind. A bit of color returns to his expression after he hears my response, and the conversation resumes from where it was dropped.

“I know I've been really damn cryptic about all this, and I apologize. There's just a lot of stuff I have to get sorted out in my head, and it's gotten me all morose and whatnot. Don't let me bring you down, go get yourself some breakfast. I'll stay here for a little longer.”

“Alright then, don't go senile on me,” I say jokingly.

“And you better not die on me, cheeky bastard. You've lightened up a bit since we first met. It looks good on you.”

After finishing my breakfast I returned to the spot where Clay was sitting, only to find that he already left.

[Mr. Hurricane]

I fire all of my AMRAAMS. Out of both the Falcon's and I's missiles, only two manage to hit. That still leaves the other two. Somehow it does not dawn on them that they are being attacked by more then one aircraft, and they continue to pursue the Falcon.

They appear a bit low of me, so I pull back on the stick and roll to come in from behind. I fire a Sidewinder, it streaks for one of the aircraft and hits. The Flanker however, is merely damaged. It turns to limo away, and I spare it for the time being, so I can focus on the last Flanker. He pulls a hard right, but it is futile. The Flatpack can easily keep up with him. I fire one burst of cannon. It misses, but he seems startled. He did not realize that there were two jets. He rolls hard and begins weaving. I fire again, it hits him square on. The aircraft crumbles up and explodes.

I then focus on the retreating plane. It trails some smoke behind it, and I throw my last sidewinder at it. The pilot only bails out, not caring to evade.

"Tempest flight, picture clear, return to base,"

"You heard him, lets go," I say, supercruising to my wingman.

[Blockguy345]

"Okay, copy."
I bank to the left, with my body being pushed down against the chair. I wait for Tempest to catch up and let him get in front.
We near the runway.
"F-16 VFR Approach, cleared for landing runway 9."
"Copy, F-16 VFR Approach, cleared for lading, runway 9."
I lower my flaps and gear about 2000 feet short of the run, reduce my throttle and pull the air-brake a slight bit.
I land on the runway, perfectly.
"Amazing" I say to myself.
"F-16 Taxi to Hangar 8 using Bravo, turn left, then left again and then right."
"Copy, F-16 to taxi to Hangar 8 using Bravo, left, left, right."
I taxi to the hangar, get get out of my plane.
"Whew." I wipe some sweat off of my forehead.
I walk into the lunch room, where I see my fellow pilots standing.
"Hello guys." I say as I walk in in full pilot gear, with my mask hanging from the side of my helmet.
I walk off, and find a paint set.
I paint Fallback on the side of my helmet. (there's one plane infront of the other)
I say to myself "I guess Fallback is my callsign now." I take off my helmet and pilots gear, get out of my G-Suit, put on a  white T-Shirt and some green pants, and go back into the lunch room.
"Hello again."
I look up at the clock.
6:00 AM.
i suppose this is how i look while flying

just imagine 2 planes with "Fallback" under it

[Mikoyan]

"hmph" I grunt as my boots hit the ground. The heat radiating from the hot engines wasn't helping the fact that I was extremely sweaty. I pick a duffle bag up and begin walking to the terminal.

A man walks up to me, "Welcome to the 86th."

I smile and shake his hand. "Where can I find the C/O?" I say in a moderately thick accent.

[Mr. Hurricane]

Blockguy, do your homework. Blackwater is an AWACS and my character's call sign is Tempest.


Light illuminates the runway as I touch down at the airport. I taxi to my "hanger" and leave the plane. I immediately head straight for the showers, and after getting on, proceed to pick up some new, clean clothes. From there I immediately crash on my bunk and sleep despite the noise.