ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Mr. Hurricane]

I turn off of one of the slave's tails and circle around to find the most damaged part of the airship. After a couple passes I find where there are holes. I swing about, making a run on the barge. I ripple fire all of my remaining ordnance, aiming for the holes, in hopes that the HSM's will find their ways in. I pour cannon fire onto the ship in an attempt to do as much damage as I can, aiming for the holes again, though I let the aircraft's nose slew about while firing the cannon.

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[Juncoph]

"Talisman is down!"

I make sure not to let up on the throttle as I begin to not only gain distance, but altitude.

[NoZoner]

"Good kill, Kelton! I owe you one!"

No longer tied up by a hostile, I push the power lever balls-to-the-wall, light the burners and accelerate towards the Rafale. Dammit, I need to think of something fast.

I get a bead and fire my cannons in short bursts.

[Qwepir]

[Traitor? Do you think I enjoy killing my own? To see familiar faces become feral foes put at gunpoint? I do not betray my people by allowing and encouraging slavery. I fight the government that has established these barbaric laws in hopes of one day freeing them! This is my resolve, what is yours?!]

: [You betray our people AND our traditions! You know nothing about what it means to be one of us, so don't talk like you are.]

Another Draken attempts to follow you back to the AWACS.

: Junkers, you are being followed. Don't lead them to us, we can't fight them off.
: I got him, don't worry.

Kelton falls in behind you and dissuades the enemy plane from pursuing any farther with a burst of cannonfire.

I ripple fire all of my remaining ordnance, aiming for the holes, in hopes that the HSM's will find their ways in. I pour cannon fire onto the ship in an attempt to do as much damage as I can, aiming for the holes again, though I let the aircraft's nose slew about while firing the cannon.

Sadly, the HSMs just don't have the same effect on an aerial lumbering behemoth as they do on smaller, weaker fighters. You do manage to take out an AA battery by chance, though. The monstrous vehicle begins to right itself, but it's clearly on its last legs.

I get a bead and fire my cannons in short bursts.

You score a few hits on his fuselage. While you haven't seriously damaged him, he is now on the defensive.

Current hostiles:
1x Air Cruiser
     3x AA Emplacements
     3x Artillery cannons
4x Saab Draken
1x Dassault Rafale

[Mr. Hurricane]

"AWACS, Oxide, I'm out of ordnance. Do you guys have resupply on that AWACS? I want as many RGM's as this Dassault can carry."

[Qwepir]

"AWACS, Oxide, I'm out of ordnance. Do you guys have resupply on that AWACS? I want as many RGM's as this Dassault can carry."

: We do have COMRO operational, but we cannot replenish your radar-guided missiles.

(a COMRO can only replenish basic munitions: The JSM, HSM, AGM, and Unguided Bombs. It also cannot repair damage.)

(Bolded items would be most helpful)

[Mr. Hurricane]

: We do have COMRO operational, but we cannot replenish your radar-guided missiles.

"Copy. Disengaging. Prepare Six UGB's, and one HSM," I radio.

I dive and punch the throttle, then pull back and use the extra momentum to get higher. I light the afterburners and fly to the AWACS as fast as the aircraft will go.

[Juncoph]

"[Traditions... I've learned many things about traditions. They are the gateway for ignorance and hate to be passed through the generations. Do not antagonise me. I have seen slavery with my own eyes; my parents both escaped slavery only when I had become six. I have grown up in the same lands as you. They told me of the atrocities committed to slaves. You are forced to fight or be worked like an a dog.

 They justify this with being allowed to hold possessions to your name... A dog with a doghouse is nonetheless a dog. But you are not dogs. You are slaves who have been taught to be subjected by the manipulative abilities of the Empire. You are meant to fight for their agenda. Break these shackles in a way that will cause others to follow you. Not in a way that ends with the shackles miltiplying onto those around you.]"

I make it to the AWACS, and request that if possible, to rearm me with bigger bombs, and to balance the weight, no JSMs.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"forgetin' preach Junkers!" I yell, hearing him speak in his Huitz tongue.

I can't make out what he's saying. All it sounds like is hard consonants and throat sounds to me. But it seems hes arguing. Maybe. I don't know.

[Juncoph]

"If you're curious, Oxide, I've been working on the slaves' points of view. They are not unlike us. I am unsure if I will succeed, but if I do, we will gain reinforcements where they will lose their escorts. It is ambitious, but behind the steely determination of every Huit is uncertainty greater than that of any other nationality."

[Qwepir]

"Copy. Disengaging. Prepare Six UGB's, and one HSM," I radio.

: Understood.

I dive and punch the throttle, then pull back and use the extra momentum to get higher. I light the afterburners and fly to the AWACS as fast as the aircraft will go.

You reach the AWACS and are able to rearm without incident.

"[Traditions... I've learned many things about traditions. They are the gateway for ignorance and hate to be passed through the generations. Do not antagonise me. I have seen slavery with my own eyes; my parents both escaped slavery only when I had become six. I have grown up in the same lands as you. They told me of the atrocities committed to slaves. You are forced to fight or be worked like an a dog.

 They justify this with being allowed to hold possessions to your name... A dog with a doghouse is nonetheless a dog. But you are not dogs. You are slaves who have been taught to be subjected by the manipulative abilities of the Empire. You are meant to fight for their agenda. Break these shackles in a way that will cause others to follow you. Not in a way that ends with the shackles miltiplying onto those around you.]"

: *Laughter*
: [I see now that words are wasted on you. You are simply too far gone, indoctrinated by Aesthian propaganda.]

I make it to the AWACS, and request that if possible, to rearm me with bigger bombs, and to balance the weight, no JSMs.

: Copy that. Resupply in progress, stand by.

Your plane is rearmed by the COMRO and you are ready to return to the fight.

[Juncoph]

"[Are you implying that Aesthian propaganda has reaches beyond its borders? I left on my own accord, do recall. I find it interesting that you've fallen to accusations of propaganda right after I do the same to you. It is almost as if you are subconsciously coming to an epiphany.]"

I begin to climb, planning to convert altitude into speed to get these bombs past hostile defenses.

[Qwepir]

: [You don't even know what you're trying to argue anymore. This conversation is over.]

Luckily for you, the rest of Mjolnir flight and the remaining Kintharian planes are keeping the remaining Huit fighters occupied. You have the clearest possible shot at the air cruiser.

[Juncoph]

I dive on the cruiser's wound, firing all of my FEAR rockets as I drop both of the bombs. My idea is to have the FEAR rockets act as bait for automated defense guns, like chaff is for missiles, as the bombs fly in.

I put all of my concentration into making sure the bombs hit their mark.

[Mr. Hurricane]

The aircraft gets pissed at the sudden change in weight and drops a few feet. I gun the engines and burn for the sky cruiser. I enter a slight incline so that I'll be able to dice on it. It's plume of smoke is visible against the skyline. The city is mostly dark however, aside from scattered tracer fire and explosions. I roll and correct my ascent. I'm diving on the airship. Just a few hundred meters above it a release all the bombs. The aircraft perks up and starts being less sluggish.


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