ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Gojira]

"I have no idea what they just said."
I turn towards the last Gripen and spray some more flak at it, my plane hopefully keeping chase.

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[Mr. Hurricane]

"Hey Hey Hey! Someone help me! Damn it Talisman watch your fire!"

[Gojira]

"That wasn't me!"

[Mr. Hurricane]

"I can hear shrapnel hitting my plane!"

I look in the overhead mirror.

"Damn he's close!"

[Gojira]

"I got him."
I fire a heatseeker at the last Gripen, hopefully keeping up.

[Qwepir]

one post at a time, please, it keeps things simpler

"I have no idea what they just said."
I turn towards the last Gripen and spray some more flak at it, my plane hopefully keeping chase.

The Gripen looses a pair of heatseekers at Kissinger before breaking off to evade your flak (which ends up pelting your ally instead).

"I got him."
I fire a heatseeker at the last Gripen, hopefully keeping up.

He pops flares and continues to take evasive action. The two newcomer Gripens begin to close in to attempt to provide him some backup.

Both of your planes are now shrieking at you to warn you of the incoming RGMs as well.


Remaining enemy craft:
1x Saab Gripen (within close range)
2x Saab Gripen (moving to close range)
2x Rafale (long range)

[Gojira]

"stuff."
I drop even more chaff and try to get out of this starfish's radar circle. Afterwards I lock on again and fire another heatseeker at the last Gripen from the last wave, then close with one of the incoming Gripens and spray it with flak.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Agh!"

The aircraft fights me and wants to roll right. I look. My wing is full of holes.

I look at one of the LCD screen. TURBOCHARGER INOPERABLE appear in flashing letters.

"loving stuff! The turbo's out!"

[Gojira]

"Oh god I am so sorry I did not mean to do that."

[Mr. Hurricane]

"That wasn't you, it was that loving Gripen, that bastard better rot.

[Qwepir]

"stuff."
I drop even more chaff and try to get out of this starfish's radar circle. Afterwards I lock on again and fire another heatseeker at the last Gripen from the last wave, then close with one of the incoming Gripens and spray it with flak.

Your chaff proves to be too little, too late, and you are hit by the missile. The heatseeker finishes off the enemy, and your flak cannon does some considerable damage to the incoming plane, but your gun is now on the verge of an overheat.

"That wasn't you, it was that loving Gripen, that bastard better rot.

You, having made no attempt to counter or evade the RGM fired two rounds ago, are also hit. Your wing, weakened by Steele's botched flak cannon, is torn off completely and you begin spiraling out of control. The Mercanan plane meets a similar fate.

The RGM lock process begins anew. Steele and Kibble are placed in the Rafales' sights.


Remaining enemy craft:
2x Saab Gripen (close range)
2x Rafale (long range)
1x Huit AWACS (long range)

[Mr. Hurricane]

Oh stuff I don't remember getting shot at by an RGM. Oh well.


An explosion rocks the aircraft.

"forget! forget! forget! FUUUCK!"

The wing folds back onto the fuselage, burning, crumpled like paper. It sheers off and takes with it the vertical stabilizer. I straighten up and yank the eject handle.

My neck is blasted with cold air. The seat fires. The oxygen tube is torn from the helmet. The aircraft continues rolling, and rolling. The aerodynamic stresses snap the fuselage back onto itself just before the aircraft slams into the ground.

[Qwepir]

Oh stuff I don't remember getting shot at by an RGM. Oh well.

(I'm gonna update once steele and/or operator post I'll just show you this)

Steele, Kissinger, and the final Mercanan fighter receive another radar lock and incoming missile from the planes loitering farther away, and to make matters worse the AWACS starts blabbing at you.

Both of your planes are now shrieking at you to warn you of the incoming RGMs as well.

[Mr. Hurricane]

(I'm gonna update once steele and/or operator post I'll just show you this)

stuff I'm dumb.

[Gojira]

"forget meeee."
I take a look and see Cassius going down.
"forget. Oxide's down! Kibble, what are you doing?!"
I fire off a heatseeker at one of the Gripens and spray it with some flak.