I hear Oracle's calls over radio. We're fighting a loosing battle. From the nonstop chatter, it sounds like we've lost another one of our own.
After a few more minutes of flying, the scanner picks up the airfield controller's calls.
"Contact 0712, IFF response, good. This is Colossus Tower state identification and purpose,"
"Colossus Tower this is Mjolnir 1-2, 514th Strategic Fighter Wing, Aesthian Air Force,"
There is a few moments pause.
"Assisting the defense of the shipyard?" was the tower's reply.
"Yeah, but my maneuverability is hindered severely, I have damage to some control surfaces. Any possibility of a quick fix?"
"What aircraft?"
"MiG-29,"
"We don't have those in our inventory, anywhere, sorry. We can still at the least scab patch the surfaces, maybe make some makeshift repairs, but that'll take time and there's no guarantee that we can return you to combat. We probably don't have the munitions you would need either.,"
"I'll take whatever repairs you can give. Thank you," I say.
I continue flying and begin a gradual decent.