Raiden 1-2:
"We'll have them cleaned up in no time."As 1-2 trails behind a Saab 37, lighting it up with cannon fire, 1-1 screeches into missile range, launching an LRM that is fooled neither by the flares nor the chaff, and rips into the fuselage of the aircraft, its pilot ejecting.
1-3 proceeds forward, a Saab launching a pair of heatseekers at her. They prove to the ineffective, not as a result of countermeasures spoofing the missiles, but because her aura of absolute batstuff insanity repels the missiles. In all seriousness she weaves between them in a remarkably tight squeeze and both her and the Saab start to play chicken. The Viggen pulls up early.
Bad choice.
As it flies upwards, the Sulla engages the aerial plasma flamer, lighting both aircraft up as the giant plane-mounted blowtorch begins to cook the aircraft to a nice brown state. The Saab's instrumentation literally begins to shatter under the heat, the pilot unconscious from the roosterpit suddenly being 150 degrees Celsius. The plane drops out of the air with a sickening crunch.
The final Viggen, apparently starting to see that assaulting Raiden squad was a bad idea, begins attempting to move away from them. Poor choice. Raiden 1-4 quickly catches up, putting a nice hole or twenty into the tail of the fighter before moving out of the way of an incoming HSM. Bang. Splat.
All of this within the span of a minute and thirty seconds.
NAUC
"Goddammit, Crux." I mutter off-radio. "This is Mjolnir 1-2, I'm engaging the enemy, Lefty, follow my lead." I lock two heatseekers onto two of the Jaguars before firing them off and climbing above the cloud canopy at high speed.
The Jaguars dump flares, attempting to maneuver away. One of the heatseekers is fooled, but the pilot of the Jaguar managed to actually move back into its path. A+ to him. The other is cleanly dodged and the Jaguar is now pursuing.
Targets requiring immediate attention:
3x SEPECAT Jaguars
Other enemy targets:
Numerous enemy ground units.