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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1543690 times)

"forget you too, little guy."
I pull as hard as I can without blacking out to evade the missile.
Nope, forget it. This isn't working.
I pull as hard as I can, trying to not stall the aircraft, but otherwise ignoring my dimming vision.
« Last Edit: October 06, 2015, 05:52:01 PM by Gojira »

"forget you too, little guy."
I pull as hard as I can without blacking out to evade the missile.
you sure about that
i mean, most people would probably take blacking out for a few seconds over dying in an explosion

bell shoots an aam at drone 3

this isn't needed because the drone is out of missiles woo

Gus flicks on the afterburners and flies by Hawkeye, dropping a packet of flares.

Jaakko begins making a huge orbit around the cloud.

Faw surveys the damage done to the carrier.

"forget you too, little guy."
I pull as hard as I can without blacking out to evade the missile.
You pull on the stick again, careful not to fall unconscious, but it doesn't look like it's going to be enough.

Gus flicks on the afterburners and flies by Hawkeye, dropping a packet of flares.
Fortunately, Tempest has his head screwed on straight, and with a bit of quick thinking manages to prevent Yui from becoming a rapidly-expanding cloud of molten metal and meat chunks. The drone disengages, presumably to go home and sulk.

Jaakko begins making a huge orbit around the cloud.
It would indeed need to be a huge orbit, as you aren't dealing with a single cloud, but an entire formation that appears to cover hundreds of miles.

Faw surveys the damage done to the carrier.
Two of the starboard engines are nonfunctional, the flight deck shutters have been blown open in a few places, and there appears to be a fire on the starboard landing port. The carrier has needed to drop altitude quite a bit, unable to maintain its ordinary cruising height, but at least it isn't dropping into the sea.

There are now no more hostiles in the area except the unarmed and fleeing drone, and no further attempts at a torcreep attack from wherever the sub is hiding. The skies ahead are clear, so it is now up to you guys to decide what the next course of action is.

« Last Edit: March 24, 2017, 12:50:22 PM by Qwepir »

"Carrier, is the flight deck still operational?"

"That's three favours I've earned this operation alone. Hawkeye, Tourist, I expect full compensation in the form of alcohol when we land." Gus turns the F35 around and forms up with the rest of the squad. Hopefully the decks are still operational.

"Carrier, is the flight deck still operational?"
"Landing assistance systems are undamaged, we can recover your squadron if needed. Only from the port port, though, we're putting out the fires to starboard. Launching planes is another matter, though, we've got a breach in the hangar doors that needs to be repaired. If you land it could be up to an hour before we can get you back up in the air."

"Fine by me. I owe you that stuff."
I stabilize my aircraft as best as I can, careful not to put too much stress on the already-damaged airframe.

Something doesn't seem right...

Richard glances over the fuel gauge. Only a couple hundred pounds above bingo.

"Carrier, this is Sabre, would you guys happen to have any mid-air fueling lines you can drop from the ship? If it's at all possible, I'd like to have my aircraft dragged for the duration of the repairs, in case something happens."
« Last Edit: October 06, 2015, 06:39:15 PM by NoZoner »

Something doesn't seem right...

Richard glances over the fuel gauge. Only a couple hundred pounds above bingo.

"Carrier, this is Sabre, would you guys happen to have any mid-air fueling lines you can drop from the ship? If it's at all possible, I'd like to have my aircraft dragged for the duration of the repairs, in case something happens."
You get put in contact with the person in charge of refueling.

"We can, but... I'll have to run a check on what plane that is you're flying. I've never seen it before."

There's a long pause as they check with their superiors.

"Right, let's see here... 'K-22 Raven'. I thought that thing was just part of a conspiracy theory, they certainly didn't show it off when we were learning to identify aircraft. Sorry, I don't know if you're even capable of midair refueling. We'll drop the lines though, just in case, tell us if you figure it out."

A single refueling line is let out from the bottom of the starboard tail boom, but a quick inspection of your roosterpit functions shows that the Raven has no refueling probe, only a receiving port intended to interface with Mercanan refueling booms. Which is problematic, as Aesthian tankers and planes operate using the probe-and-drouge method.

Richard, embarrassed at his own incompetence, instinctively swivels his head around as though to see if anyone noticed his blunder and backs away from the drogue.

".. Unless anyone else is offering to stay outside for the time being, you can retract the fueling line now."

The months of flying Richard has put in with the Raven are really paying off.

"I've got plenty of ordnance left on me - I can stay out here for a bit and patrol, I'm not looking forward to the mess hall quite yet."