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Just waiting on operator and hurricane to post before an update can happen.
Actually just hurricane because operator is asleep, I'll just assume kibble ejects unless operator corrects me for some reason. Either way her plane was struck down.
« Last Edit: March 13, 2015, 01:58:31 AM by Qwepir »

"Holy forget! That's it, I'm egressing. stuff, I've lost my horizontal stabilizer!"

I disengage the turbo so as not to put undue stress on the airframe. The aircraft fights me when attempting to climb. It wants to roll right. RWR is still spiked.

"Are those missiles still on their way?! stuff! Somebody help me the forget out! How about it Misfit starfishs? You've done nothing! Look at us-"

RWR is getting louder and louder. I slide a hand to the ejection handle.

I jink one last time with what little altitude I have. The aircraft only wants to roll. If this fails, I'm done for.

I push the engine as hard as I can and get as much speed as I can without destroying my plane, so I don't die a hot beamy death. I get as far away as I can, and watch the battle from a distance.
You successfully exit the ship's effective range.

While the Mercanans tried to attack it, I was getting into position. I attack it from port side, firing both of my coaxials into the 500mm-gun turret and then into the forward shock cannon before dropping chaff and flares, pulling away and waiting for the stress warning.
You succeed in destroying the turrets. The only remaining heavy gun is on the aft.
Speak of the devil, the rear shock cannon fires again, no doubt sinking another Mercanan vessel.
: Dammit, I'm going in.

Kelton dives in and takes out a few LAMS turrets on the aft of the ship, as well as damaging the shock cannon.

I jink one last time with what little altitude I have. The aircraft only wants to roll. If this fails, I'm done for.
As you roll, your damaged wing breaks loose entirely. This sudden complete loss of control throws the missiles off, but comes at the cost of complete loss of control.

« Last Edit: March 09, 2017, 12:28:25 PM by Qwepir »

I start breathing heavily, and lean back and relax a little bit, laughing because I'm so god damn relieved.
"Jesus Christ. Say, has anyone heard anything from Shortsword? Is she down?"

yes qwepir was completely right about me going to bed, I would have ejected anyways, so that's a plus.



Bell grabs her flight bag from the sinking ejection seat and starts swimming after turning on her emergency transponder.

"Fuuuuuck! Oxide ejecting!"

I yank the ejection handle. The canopy flys off. The seat fires and I feel my body being flung by the seat. The seat reaches its peak height and releases a parachute. I claw at the pilot bag. I unbuckle myself and hold on. The seat hits the water. I fall out and take with me the pilot bag. A small raft deploys. I throw myself in and bring the bag in on top of me. I start looking about for the survival equipment.

I fly around to the aft of the ship in an attempt to finish off the other shockwave cannon with my cannons. After I send a couple of rounds its way, I pull up a tad and unload a few more into the bridge. Then I pull up and left in an attempt to take advantage of the ship's partial deadzone.

I fly around to the aft of the ship in an attempt to finish off the other shockwave cannon with my cannons. After I send a couple of rounds its way, I pull up a tad and unload a few more into the bridge. Then I pull up and left in an attempt to take advantage of the ship's partial deadzone.
The heavy cannons blow the barrel clean off the turret. Though the rest of the assembly remains intact, there's no way that thing will be firing again unless this ship gets back to port. You take a few good hits from the LAMS, but for all intents and purposes, your mission is complete.



: [Well then. We've done all we can. I am going to what's left of the bridge to see if I can activate the Electrosphere system. Lieutenant, deploy a RHIB to fish those downed pilots out of the water.]

Bell grabs her flight bag from the sinking ejection seat and starts swimming after turning on her emergency transponder.
Due to the immense pain and bleeding, everything feels like a blurry mess. You don't recall much of the events that happen, only what happens during brief moments of consciousness. You remember swimming away from your seat. You remember seeing a Zentragothic RHIB approach you, and hearing the crewmen talking among themselves as they drag you aboard. You remember lying on your back on the floor of the boat staring skyward and seeing a crackling ball of energy expand from where the Octarius must have been. And then, you black out. (You aren't dead, what happens when you wake up is just going to be detailed later.)

I yank the ejection handle. The canopy flys off. The seat fires and I feel my body being flung by the seat. The seat reaches its peak height and releases a parachute. I claw at the pilot bag. I unbuckle myself and hold on. The seat hits the water. I fall out and take with me the pilot bag. A small raft deploys. I throw myself in and bring the bag in on top of me. I start looking about for the survival equipment.
As you finally find the survival equipment, you hear an ungodly shrieking noise come from the Octarius. You look over at it in time to see a massive EMP detonation, or at least something similar. Soon enough, the Zentragoth's RHIB comes for you as well, and you are taken aboard. Shortsword is there too, lying on a stretcher and being tended to by a medic.

MEANWHILE IN THE SKY
All of you in planes are hit by an EMP. It isn't a very severe one, and you're all able to recover. In fact, the only things that seem to have been seriously affected are your missile launch systems and HUD. Comms are a bit garbled, but at least you can still make each other out.

Kelton flies up behind one of the Mercanan planes.
: I got him, don't worry.
: What the hell are you talking about? Got who-
And fires a long burst of cannonfire into it. The Misfit plane spirals into the ocean, with no ejection seen. Kelton begins maneuvering to chase Junkers.

« Last Edit: March 09, 2017, 12:29:44 PM by Qwepir »

"God loving dammit!"

I hit the afterburners and disable the locks on my missile hardpoints. My missiles are now bombs, following my UGBs from earlier into the water. Kelton was always off. As far as I know, most of Mjolnir noticed it but didn't mention it. Whatever the case, I can't fight him, but I'm considering him the enemy now.

Traitor...

I head towards the Mercanan fleet for assistance.
 
"Gladiator, do you read?!"
« Last Edit: March 13, 2015, 12:13:02 PM by Juncoph »

I head towards the Mercanan fleet for assistance.
: Relax, I've got your back.

His MiG is more than capable of keeping up with the Jag, and he gives pursuit. A burst of cannonfire shoots over your head.

"Yeah, that's the problem!"

Murderer...

I hit the air brakes in an attempt to make him overshoot.

I hit the air brakes in an attempt to make him overshoot.
He rolls as he goes overhead to avoid a collision, and as he does so you notice that his roosterpit is entirely empty. There is nobody in his plane. Or maybe you're just seeing things.

I pull up to get on his tail as I fire my UACs at him, although I doubt they'll hit.

Sociopath.

 I'm completely panicking at this point.

Is that, Kelton attacking us? What the stuff? Wait, Kelton's here?

I look over to the burning oil slick that was my aircraft. The ocean spray hits me and burns my eyes. The RHIB is returning to that massive ship. Bell is on a stretcher, some bloodied water is sloshing around the RHIB. She seems pale, there's blood soaking her flight suit from underneath. A medic is working feverishly over here.

The Zentragoth soldiers say things periodically. I listen and can pick up simple things, as Zentragothic is one of the oldest languages known, it's left its influences on Asethian. I can pick up simple things like "the" and some cross-language cognates. It's futile to try to know what they're saying.
« Last Edit: March 13, 2015, 12:41:35 PM by Mr. Hurricane »

I pull up to get on his tail as I fire my UACs at him, although I doubt they'll hit.
You hit him good, knocking out his engine and destroying part of his tail.
: Mayday, mayday! This is Lieutenant Notas Kelton, I'm under attack by multiple Huitzitlaotani hostiles! Can anyone assist?
: The Huits aren't even in this theater, bilge-for-brains, you're out of your mind!

« Last Edit: March 09, 2017, 12:30:08 PM by Qwepir »