"I've got you now you sons-a-bitches." I loose two HSMs at two Jags and pull my airbrakes while firing my front lift fan momentarily, slowly my ascent and pushing my nose up as I aim for the clouds once more.

: There! There's where the fire's coming from!
Both planes attempt to evade, but are too late doing so, and each take a hit.
I fire off an AAM and more LCP in heavier bursts (at eklund)

: Damn, I can't shake this guy, he's on me like glue! Can anyone help?
I yank the stick back and engage the afterburners, climbing away. I mash the countermeasures button so many times that I've probably fired off enough stuff to spoof two missiles. I jink as much as the aircraft's hampered maneuverability will allow.
The tiny missiles can't have that much fuel, by for ring them to chase me upwards, I hope that I can force them to run out of fuel, and subsequently energy. I pray that it works.
The ESAM drone uplink reads and error for one of the drones, that error is then overtaken by a contact lost.
I send the other drone to attack the Morgenstern. Maybe I can get the drone to ram the Morgenstern, which would almost be more helpful than having it around.
"Goddamnit, somebody hit the Morgenstern now! He's distracted and on me!"
Holt holds his fire and breaks off, content at having scared you off with a mere lock warning.

: Sit tight, Eklund, I'm coming to help.
Holt takes aim and launches a pair of JSMs at Walt in an attempt to drive him off.
Tippy isn't about to let that hover-forget get away, she stays on its ass and fires an HSM
The VTOL drops another packet of flares as it continues to flee farther and farther from the action.
I try and spray the kid with some AC5 fire.
He returns fire with a blast of cluster munitions from the Shikra's chin-mounted LBX cannon, tearing into your plane all over and even cracking the roosterpit. Miraculously, you yourself remain unharmed after having charged head-on what is more or less a giant anti-aircraft shotgun.

: Got him!

: Well, he's still flying, so you didn't get him good enough yet. Keep an eye out for the other guy going after Rosseau and Ansell if this one turns tail.
"stuff."
I slowly turn around (actually as quickly as this damn thing can but yknow) and bring my guns to bear on the Morgenstern (if I can even keep my guns on it), and start firing the twin GAUs.
You try to catch up with and fire on the Morgenstern, but fail to land any severe hits. The Marines are not pleased to see their strike package attempting to dogfight while their marked targets remain only half-dead.

: [These loving starfishs are leaving us for dead!]
