ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Qwepir]

Badger and Zombi, you can still finalize your loadouts and I'll update them, but I'm just going to kick things off.

Everyone gets to their planes and flies out to rendezvous with the allied fleet. Once there you meet up with the two squadrons that will be assisting you in the attack, a flight of five Kintharian J-20s and three Mercanan Razorbacks.
: Fanak flight here, we're still undermanned from the attack on that carrier, and repairs were incomplete on our surviving craft. We're going to need some people dedicated to taking out any enemy fighters or we'll be torn to pieces.
: Shouho flight copies, we'll keep the skies clear. Mjolnir, will you be able to spare any planes to assist us?

[Ad Bot]

[Mr. Hurricane]

"I could engage from here, but four missiles would be picked off by the fleet. You guys go before me and fill the air with ordnance, then I'll use the ASM's,"

[Operator¹]

"Help out the Shoho flight for now."

[ZombiLoin]

Captain Simon Faw - Gladiator - PAK-FA
Faw pulls up in his refurbished PAK-FA and joins the conversation.

"I'm not specialized for dogfighting but I'm more than able to help Shoho keep enemy fighters off Fanak flight's tail."

[Qwepir]

: We appreciate the help.

A few more minutes of flying and you come up on the outskirts area of operations. You are approaching from due North, and are currently too far away to fire on the ships. A handful of Huit planes begin vectoring in your direction, intent on stopping or at least delaying you from reaching the ships.

[blockguy™]

I notice the approaching planes, barely visible from the naked eye, but visible on radar."
"Bogeys, heading 0° (DUE NORTH FOR THE PEASANTS)"

[ZombiLoin]

Captain Simon Faw - Gladiator - PAK-FA
Faw opens up his comms.
"You guys want to get into a triangle formation? Whoever has more anti-air should probably be on the perimeter of the triangle. We should also have 2 anti-air planes behind us at the rear to cover our backside..."

[blockguy™]

"But, if the guys on the perimeter break off, that leaves us exposed, correct?"

"I'm not saying we won't be able to defend ourselves, it's just our defense isn't very strong without HSM's or other effective payloads. Our guns work, but they just aren't as good."

[ZombiLoin]

"But, if the guys on the perimeter break off, that leaves us exposed, correct?"

"I'm not saying we won't be able to defend ourselves, it's just our defense isn't very strong without HSM's or other effective payloads. Our guns work, but they just aren't as good."

"It's probably better than us just being in a random cloud all over the place. Besides, the point of the formation is that we're not breaking off- having us be on your perimeter where we can all defend each other is better than us just taking on our battles individually. Especially those without adequate anti-air weapons."

[blockguy™]

"I hope this won't happen, but what if one of the guys on the perimeter gets shot down?"

[Badger]

I join in on the Shouho formation.

"I can help you guys out, my equipment is fit for either or job. "

[ZombiLoin]

"I hope this won't happen, but what if one of the guys on the perimeter gets shot down?"

"What normally happens? Somebody takes their place, and we keep on fighting. It literally cannot be any worse than what we've been doing so far."

Faw pauses for a minute and sighs off-comms. After a moment he comes back on again.

"Yes-Man, you want to do the honors of leading the formation?"

[Qwepir]

"I can help you guys out, my equipment is fit for either or job. "

: Acknowledged. Fall in on me and- [Oh, stuff!]

The enemy planes open fire. ARTEMIS'ed MMS-12s from the pair of Sabres target Gladiator, Lefty, Hawkeye, Yes-Man, and two of the Kintharian pilots. 4 missiles for each plane.

[blockguy™]

"Oh stuff!"
I do some evasive manuvers and pop flares.
"I guess the triangle plan will have to wait!"

[ZombiLoin]

"Good luck and kick the stuff out of them... Okay that was awful, nevermind. Just don't die."

Faw continues on a straight path towards the advancing jets at max speed, keeping an eye on the MMS missiles as they advance towards his aircraft.

Right before the 4 MMS missiles come within 300 meters of his PAK-FA, Faw pops flares and pushes his nose down into a drive at half-max speed, reducing his heat signature and hopefully throwing the missiles off his tail.