"Tourist has translated for us a conversation between the Sky Marshal and a Huit naval commander. The naval commander is threatening use of nukes, I believe. The Sky Marshal and naval forces appear to be about to go at it- I can see some aggressive looking formations on radar.
-Tourist, would you say that is correct? You're our translator,"
Jaakko begins sweating profusely.
: You mean to tell me they're fighting among themselves? That's good news, I suppose, but you must keep an eye out for whatever nukes they have planned to use.
The Huit comms are abuzz again as the Admiral's forces open fire on Tlacelel's.
: [You had your chance to leave, flyboys! Time's up!]
Mission Theme
: [Luthor, G-SCRAM,
NOW!]
: [Deploying Scrambler!]
: [Guardsmen, stay close to me until we reach gun range, then split up and fire at will!]
: You heard the man, we are diving right into the thick of it!
: What!? That's Self Delete, we're way outnumbered!
Tlacelel leads his flight directly towards the densest concentration of Naval fighters, his escort flying close enough to benefit from his own LAMS arrays, though they are certainly struggling to keep up with the incoming ordnance launched after the GSCRAM.
The RWR siren goes off in the Sabre roosterpit. Richard looks at the display to find the Deltan AWACS symbol sitting along the outer edge of the second circle.
"Radar spike, 12 o'clock. They know we're here. We need to act, fast."
Jaakko glances at his RWR panel, if only to confirm. Sure enough, search radar spike, AWACS band.
Both of you can authorize Tourist to speak on behalf of the squad to declare your intention to assist, unless you'd rather watch the fight play itself out. However, your familiarity with Huit military assets is enough for you to know that the ten or so planes currently opposing Tlacelel's group are merely a fraction of what is probably still lying in wait or preparing for launch.
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