"Yggdrasil, do you have any information on the make and model of the enemy aircraft?" I check my radar screen again.
"Affirmative. Enemy aircraft appear to be off-hand MiG-21s, do not expect such low-quality aircraft from the rest of the Huitzlaotani militar- what the hell...
...Mjolnir be advised, there is a new engagement approaching, no IFF, single aircraft."
Suddenly a jet screeches past Mjolnir 1-4, far too close for comfort. It heads straight at Valkyrie wing as it turns back for another cannon run, and 2-4 and 2-5 break off from formation to engage. The pilot of the new jet suddenly dumps speed, pulls out of an apparent stall, and looses a missile at 2-5, tearing the pilot right out of the sky.
"2-5 DOWN, REPEAT 2-5 IS DOWN!" yells Valkyrie 2-4.
As the friendly aircraft attempts to out-maneuver the hostile, the enemy aircraft stays right behind him, the bandit possessing greater speed, maneuverability, and skill than Valkyrie 2-4. "I can't shake him, somebody assi-"
2-4's communications suddenly cut out as the plane simply... loses control. The Valkyrie pilot, unable to control his aircraft or eject, just panics in the roosterpit as his aircraft slams nose-first into the ground. There's no way he survived that crash.
The enemy pilot wheels back around to strike the now almost-defenseless remainders of Valkyrie wing, and they spread out. Valkyrie 2-2's voice suddenly registers in your ears. "We're practically loving sitting ducks out here! Somebody intercept that loving aircraft!"
I GUESS WE'RE GETTING TO SOME
ACE
COMBAT
HUEH.