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| ZombiLoin:
Faw rises above Walt and tries to get a nearly-perfect bead on Coaxoch, aiming at the engines. "If you guys are going to launch any munitions down her way, just let me know. I'll try to compensate." |
| CypherX:
As soon as I hit Holt I turn and look towards the mid-air catastrophe. Flaming wreckage and smoke combined with distance make it difficult to discern but I see the edge of Whiskey's parachute as he descends into the jungle. Quietly I let out a breath that I had just now realized I had been holding, and say, "Motherforgeter, I see a 'chute!" while shaking my fist in the air. Going back to watching Holt line up to kiss the treeline, I flip my radio to what I believe is open channel. "You're next, Shikra, you Huit son of a bitch!" I turn around and head back, preparing to line up on the Jag on Hawkeye. |
| Tayasaurus:
Tippy sighs a breath of relief as she sees whisky disappear into the trees. "That's why i don't trust you." Tippy falls in behind Miller with shortsword shooting at him with dual AC5's |
| Mr. Hurricane:
I scream in terror as the missiles explode around the aircraft. The airframe shudders with the forces of the explosions. That fleeting moment of action passes, and I come out physically unscathed. The aircraft on the other hand has suffered severe damaged. "Who the forget was that!?" I yell into the radio. I pull the aircraft around and get away from the fight. I dump my ordnance into an open spot in the sea to lighten the load. |
| Operator¹:
Bell fires off the AAM at Miller. |
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