ABS FIESTA REDUX

[blockguy™]

I quickly strap on my flight suit and hop in my plane to take off and join with the rest of the squadron.

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[Qwepir]

"Roger, coming in to help you now."

Faw aims at the first Sabre with his MMS and at the second Sabre with one HSM and one RGM, using his Artemis to paint both targets at once. He fires the salvo at medium range.

Being at the distance you're at from the contacts, your radar has difficulty maintaining a lock. One of them even flickers off and quickly reacquiring itself, which would have meant a certain waste of an RGM. Are you sure you wish to fire from this distance?

mini-update:

"[Agh, stuff.]"
I run to my aircraft as fast as possible and start getting ready to take off.

Well, forget me! Richard jumps out of his seat and bolts out of the carrier's common room, throwing on his helmet as he makes a beeline for his aircraft. Despite being nearly thrown off-balance by the carrier's sudden acceleration, he makes it to the lower deck quickly, climbs into the Raven, and starts the aircraft.

The massive Corsair is firmly secured to the flight deck, presumably so that the crosswinds don't throw it towards the back of the hanger. Jaakko climbs in, and quickly secures the roosterpit over himself. The deck crews are busy preparing other aircraft. Jaakko begins the startup procedure.

I quickly strap on my flight suit and hop in my plane to take off and join with the rest of the squadron.

Yui and Richard's planes are towed out and hooked up to catapults C and D, on Flight Deck 2. Directly above them, on Deck 1, Jakko and Ralph are put on catapults A and B. The carrier slows down considerably and crewmen begin scrambling to get off the flight decks and close them up in preparation for opening the shutters.

[CypherX]

Gus's eyes widen as he sees the two contacts breaking through the clouds and thundering towards him. "I've got two Sabres coming in hot. I hope you've handled those drones because I'm bringing the party to you." Gus throws the stick right and rolls over, using the lift fan to aid in pointing his nose back towards the squad as fast as possible. As he rounds out the turn he slams afterburners. For their trouble, he fires an HSM at Sabre-1.

[ZombiLoin]

Being at the distance you're at from the contacts, your radar has difficulty maintaining a lock. One of them even flickers off and quickly reacquiring itself, which would have meant a certain waste of an RGM. Are you sure you wish to fire from this distance?

Faw axes firing off the salvo at the last minute, and instead approaches Sabre-2 from the side, keeping as great a distance away from Sabre-1 while moving on Sabre-2. He locks on with the MMS, RGM, and HSM, and fires all three from close range.

[Mr. Hurricane]

The aircraft tractor shunts Jaakko in and secures the center gear to the catapult. The foot locks to the gear with a audible clunk. Jaakko briefly looks down to inspect his instruments, then looks where the tractor was. He looks around. Crew are scrambling to get off the deck. The radio chatters away in his ears, launch controllers drone with launch babble. Jaakko, being a standard ground-based aviator understands little of it.

Deck two clearing deck. Aircraft loaded, catapult C, D, alternators green. EMALs green.

Deck one clearing. Aircraft on catapult A, B, alternators green. EMALs green.

Confirm clear decks. Outer doors?

Negative, a few more moments until decks clear. Hold doors.

[Qwepir]

Bell deploys the airbrake and turns around on the tail of the Drones. She fires two seekers at Drone-6 and moves in to finish off Drone-4 by lining up a shot with her autocannon.

Drone-6 is destroyed, and Drone-4 continues its attempts to evade. Drone 5 continues to fly in a straight path, its maneuvering systems apparently shot out entirely.

Gus's eyes widen as he sees the two contacts breaking through the clouds and thundering towards him. "I've got two Sabres coming in hot. I hope you've handled those drones because I'm bringing the party to you." Gus throws the stick right and rolls over, using the lift fan to aid in pointing his nose back towards the squad as fast as possible. As he rounds out the turn he slams afterburners. For their trouble, he fires an HSM at Sabre-1.

Sabre-1 jinks hard upwards and to the left, deploying a packet of flares to evade the missiles. This distraction allows you to disengage without eating a dozen missiles, but the hostile plane is hot on your tail as you leave, lighting up the sky around you as it attempts to zero in on you with its pulse lasers. Your plane takes a hit, though no systems are impaired. Furthermore, you have led him close enough to the rest of the fight that he is no longer hidden from radar.

Faw axes firing off the salvo at the last minute, and instead approaches Sabre-2 from the side, keeping as great a distance away from Sabre-1 while moving on Sabre-2. He locks on with the MMS, RGM, and HSM, and fires all three from close range.

At close range, the Sabre is easily able to evade the RGM, and two packets of flares dispose of the MMS. It is unable to evade nor provide countermeasures against the HSM, however, and takes a hit, abandoning its pursuit of Tempest and instead bringing its attention towards you.

The shutters open and the waiting pilots feel their planes shudder as they get blasted with 180+ mile per hour wind. Then, the catapults fire off in rapid succession, sending the planes airborne.
: [Look! The enemy is launching reinforcements!]
: [Understood, firing up jammer.]

Right as the reinforcement pilots are able to get their bearings, the Imperial jamming system takes effect, flooding every available communication channel with an Aesthian metal band and making verbal communications completely impossible. The large contact on long range radar appears to split into multiple smaller ones (albeit with one still much larger than the rest), which appear to be heading for the carrier. Making matters worse, a second wave of drones emerge from the clouds ahead of the carrier, opening fire on the fresh meat. Shortsword, Sabre, and Gladiator may be able to recognize the implications of this situation.

[Gojira]

stuff i was late
"Two locks alre- what the hell is this music?!"
I drop two packs of flares and break hard right to evade, making sure I don't hit the carrier.

[Operator¹]

Bell fires a burst of autocannon fire at Drone-4 and proceeds to engage Sabre-2 with a radar missile to attract the pilot's attention, so that Gladiator is free to engage the Drones with Artemis.

[Badger]

"what's this trash?" Walt turns down the receiving volume on the comms

Walt enter a vertical climb to get try and get out of the clouds, no communication and vision don't seem to work well.

[now at work for like 7 hours]

[CypherX]

With a sigh of relief Gus turns off the afterburner and makes it back to his squad. He notes that stealth panel over his left intake took a glancing blow from a laser, causing superficial damage. Furthermore, he sees with satisfaction that Sabre-2 has broken off.

His relief is short-lived, however, as renewed laser fire shoots past the canopy. Sabre-1 is still on me. Obviously. A stupid idea crosses his mind - use the lift fan to enhance a Pugachev's cobra. Of course, if he fails, he will have just put himself in optimal position to get vaporized. He weighs the odds.

With comms jammed up, it'd be unlikely he'll get any help. There never really was another choice. He disengages the attack angle and G limiters, pulls the nose of the aircraft up sharply and engages the lift fan momentarily, throwing the plane into an almost 90 degree stall. The aircraft's computers panic for a moment, and Gus is slammed into his seat. The frame of the plane shudders slightly. Hopefully it will hold together. A combination of torque and thrust vectoring begin to pull the nose back down.

[Mr. Hurricane]

The shutter doors come open, Jaakko feels the aircraft shudder in the wind. His aircraft launches first, and with little warning. He punches the throttle, mid way down the rail. The foot releases, and the aircraft is thrown into the sky. Jaakko immediately picks up a lock, and drops flares to compensate.

He scans for targets.

[Operator¹]

you always have the option of hitting the larger one that may or may not be jamming our asses

[blockguy™]

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pretty much
My ears fill with the rock music. I jump, not expecting that to happen.
"[Oh, stuff! Ow, ow, forget!]" I turn the volume down on my headset, to the point where barely anything is audible.

I then realize I'm being locked on. I pop flares and do some evasive maneuvers to try and lose the two HSM's that are locked on.

[Gojira]

just saw the martian

With a sigh of relief Gus turns off the afterburner and makes it back to his squad. He notes that stealth panel over his left intake took a glancing blow from a laser, causing superficial damage. Furthermore, he sees with satisfaction that Sabre-2 has broken off.

His relief is short-lived, however, as renewed laser fire shoots past the canopy. Sabre-1 is still on me. Obviously. A stupid idea crosses his mind - use the lift fan to enhance a Pugachev's cobra. Of course, if he fails, he will have just put himself in optimal position to get vaporized. He weighs the odds.

With comms jammed up, it'd be unlikely he'll get any help. There never really was another choice. He disengages the attack angle and G limiters, pulls the nose of the aircraft up sharply and engages the lift fan momentarily, throwing the plane into an almost 90 degree stall. The aircraft's computers panic for a moment, and Gus is slammed into his seat. The frame of the plane shudders slightly. Hopefully it will hold together. A combination of torque and thrust vectoring begin to pull the nose back down.

looks like you're gonna have to
science the stuff outta this

[Qwepir]

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