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UHH

Also rockets on G2 (i've had rocket pods this whole time wtf)

I come around spray the area some more.
With only two targets left you aren't entirely sure if your inaccurate fire even hit anything.

I order the drone back onto the outlying target.

I double back and launch a JSM at one of the target in the third group, then strafe the last remaining one with a shot from the P3. The anxiety knots itself up harder. It is overridden by a sense of excitement as I make the run and pull out of it.
The drone drops an AGM on the bunker.
Not only do you wipe out the forces taking cover in a fortified dugout, you start a fire in its immediate surroundings. Though the damp area ensures it probably won't spread, you have effectively prevented anyone from taking advantage of that position. Unfortunately, firing this third shot in such a short span from the last two has triggered the emergency shutdown of the weapon.

The P3's cooling system hisses audibly as it begins shedding the massive amount of heat that the gun has generated.
Not only does the cooling system hiss, but the roosterpit tempurature raises by approximately 30 degrees (fahrenheit because you are an aesthian). In addition, the venting of such quantities of superheated gas damages the fuselage further.

I turn around for another pass on group ÆO!xoc.
You swing your flying landship around and line up for another gun run.

another strafe run I guess
You clean up what's left of group 3.

rockets on g2
UHH
Also rockets on G2 (i've had rocket pods this whole time wtf)
You perform your rocket runs in a cross over the enemy emplacements, wiping out the majority of them in one run.

: We got fast movers at tree-height! Take cover!

A squad of Huit attack VTOLs come screaming onto the beach, laying waste to armor and infantry alike. 1 and 2 keep moving, while 3 and 4 loiter and begin firing on allied units with their chin guns. One of the air-superiority drones goes down due to MANPADS, and the new guy enters the battlefield at extreme range.

« Last Edit: March 24, 2017, 11:52:35 AM by Qwepir »

1 MMS at a VTOL-2 and a HSM each for VTOLs 3 and 4.
« Last Edit: July 22, 2015, 05:32:53 PM by ZombiLoin »

"How the fu-... Is this go-... -ckin' Mercan-..." I say as I fumble to operate the unfamiliar radio. "...is thi- yeah, the light is on..." Clearing my throat, I say, "How the hell are you guys doing, Mjolnir? I heard you could use some help."

I nose down towards the beach and slam the afterburners. The G forces push me into my seat as I push the upper limits of this aircraft's speed. I begin to line up for a run on VTOL-1 as I close to missile range.

"forget me I've done it now!" Multiple alarms ring in the roosterpit.

I swing around and let loose an HSM onto one of the VTOLs. I neglect to take another shot. I pull back out to sea and examine the roosterpit. It's loving hot, I put one of my feet against the roosterpit floor. It melts some rubber off

"God's be damned,"

I look to the glass roosterpit. Some of the systems are acting slow, even the radar's software, so now I don't have a gun solution in the mean time. The datalinks are also down. I'm effectively blind until all of the hardware running this bullstuff cools off and stops its gimmick to preserve itself.

"I'm effectively blind, gun's out, some systems are forgeted up due to the heat. They'll quit being stuff when they cool off. I need some time to get this thing unforgeted,"

I increase the throttle to go further out to sea. A crash screen appears over the stuffty datalink program. It begins rebooting. The processor crashed the program due to the heat.



Qwep if I'm doing something unsavory here I'll correct it.
« Last Edit: July 22, 2015, 05:59:15 PM by Mr. Hurricane »

Bell opens up on G2 with the railgun and the GAU.



still on the trip

I realize the ESAM was untouched, and sic the drones on the VTOL's in place of myself.

I strafe what's left of group 2, then punch the turbochargers to close to missile range with the VTOLs, then fire my AAMs at VTOLs 2 and 3.
"How the fu-... Is this go-... -ckin' Mercan-..." I say as I fumble to operate the unfamiliar radio. "...is thi- yeah, the light is on..." Clearing my throat, I say, "How the hell are you guys doing, Mjolnir? I heard you could use some help."

I nose down towards the beach and slam the afterburners. The G forces push me into my seat as I push the upper limits of this aircraft's speed. I begin to line up for a run on VTOL-1 as I close to missile range.
"Oh, hi. Yeah, a little help would be great. Thanks."
I go back to engaging Huit forces.
« Last Edit: July 22, 2015, 09:53:15 PM by Gojira »

1 MMS at a VTOL-2 and a HSM each for VTOLs 3 and 4.
The majority of the MMS salvo strikes the second vtol, and the third and fourth attempt to deploy flares.

I nose down towards the beach and slam the afterburners. The G forces push me into my seat as I push the upper limits of this aircraft's speed. I begin to line up for a run on VTOL-1 as I close to missile range.
You are currently in RGM range.

Bell opens up on G2 with the railgun and the GAU.
The railgun takes out several trees but doesn't seem to do much to the concealed position, thankfully the GAU solves that problem.

I realize the ESAM was untouched, and sic the drones on the VTOL's in place of myself.
Unfortunately, the ESAM was indeed affected by the processor crash. Fortunately, as it tries to flee from Gladiator, VTOL-2 stumbles into one drone's engagement radius and is chased off.

I strafe what's left of group 2, then punch the turbochargers to close to missile range with the VTOLs, then fire my AAMs at VTOLs 2 and 3.
2, already spooped and on the run from both Gladiator and the drone, drops its flares. 3 drops its last set of flares and performs evasive maneuvers to avoid the second missile. It continues to hover around the same area, barraging the Marines' exposed rear flank with rockets. The next wave of the assault force has been deployed and is heading for the beach at this time. The existing forces have marked several new targets that need to be taken out.

: Mjolnir, be advised, I'm picking up more enemy aircraft at long ranges heading for the beach. And one of them is moving damn fast for its size. They'll be on top of you any moment!

« Last Edit: March 24, 2017, 11:53:07 AM by Qwepir »

I get a lock on VTOL-1, and fire off one RGM while at range. At the same time, I throttle back and prepare to gain altitude after the missile hits in preparation for the new bogies.

"I hate to interrupt your beach party, Mjolnir, but we've got new contacts. Can the ground targets wait?"

"Beach party? Were you sitting on your ass for the first half of the mission?"

Once in range, I try to fire an HSM at VTOL-4.

"Nah, I was saving your asses from another shipment of stuffty coffee, thank you."

"Nah, I was saving your asses from another shipment of stuffty coffee, thank you."
Tom scratches in the back of Ralph's mind. "It is stuff, actually."


"Whatever."

ESAM crashes and begins restarting.

"forget! forget, forget, forget!"

I slam my fist against the roosterpit glass, which fails to react.

Anxiety buries itself in my chest, the anticipation of the incoming wave fuels it. I'm sure I'd be in a cold sweat if it wasn't about 90 to 100° in the roosterpit.

"Mjolnir flight, Mjolnir 2-1, I need another minute or two for everything to come back online. My ESAM just crashed, radar is almost done, but the data links seem like they're gonna be out for longer,"

I use the rudders turn my heading towards the beach, loitering to give the radar's software more time to come online. The heel of my boot touches the ground, more rubber is taken away. I pull back on the stick and start gaining altitude.

"I'm going to need a few good men to assist me with these incoming aircraft. Somebody sweep up the VTOL's, or just let our truffle hog strike craft have them,"
« Last Edit: July 23, 2015, 12:35:17 AM by Mr. Hurricane »

"Negative, Crash. Stay out of the combat zone until your systems reboot, we've got them. Don't put yourself in unnecessary danger."