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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by Cerberus_K18 on Wed Nov 11, 2015 6:57 am

    The flight lead of the Eighty Third FS Captain Rachel Chang, known by her less than flattering TAC name of “Dragonlady” spoke up as she raised a hand, “Could we expect any popup contacts from other bases being deployed? Such as J-10’s or JH-7’s? Also do we have any specific means of knowing if an area is mined in the case of a downed airman situation?” The busty Sotoan waited for a response while Zack shuddered in his seat at the thought of himself, his wingmen, or comrades having to traverse a minefield on a hostile border; quickly trying to cap any anxiety over it.
     
    “I would like to know as well.” 1st Lieutenant Joan “Tabby” Blackfeather interjected, the much younger Aboriginal Osean served as Chang’s number two and kept the older pilot in check, especially when she came into contact with Mao.
     
    “You okay Zachary?” Mao whispered, placing her left hand on his right.
     
    “It’s nothing, just a little anxious.” Zack replied in an equally hushed tone, his eyes scanning over the briefing data on screen and in his hands, Rein and Alyosha beside him were equally absorbed. Glancing over systems, Zack knew of the HQ-7, a copy of the Savalan Crotale. The IR guided missile could be a threat if the pilot in question was slow to the gun and didn’t take care to keep mobile or above its engagement envelope, the HQ-10 on the other hand was a different ball game; a long range SARH SAM similar to the Yuke SA-20. That would require more care in terms of engagement, preferably the application of Unitary JSOW on BRU-55 rails or a couple SLAM. At least having a Growler for the ride would make things less strenuous but their ASPJ, chaff, and other ECM gear would be needed for this ride as well. Mao looked over at Zack, mouthing “Awoo” at him, giving the ponytailed pilot reassurance.
     
    Mao at the same time thought of what hostile aircraft awaited them; the J-8IIM was an older type but a significantly more modern form of the Finback. The aircraft was similar to a MiG-21 in terms of its maneuverability but could recover energy faster in a close in engagement thanks to its second engine and larger size, it’s weaponry was also closer to its newer brethren which also posed a threat. J-11’s were Flankers pure and simple, their speed, kinetics, and weapons made them formidable opponents but not invincible, finally the aforementioned J-10 was somewhere between a Typhoon and a Falcon from what Mao had read.
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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by Jason The Salt on Sat Nov 14, 2015 3:37 pm

    Carlos piped in with his own concern, "Is there solid word of the AWACS showing up? And any estimates on location? The Ground Stations can be dodged with ease, but but having an the Airborne dish on you is harder to avoid. Last thing needed is to get Comona'd by a finbacks first gun kill." His thinking stemmed about the various times a determined AWACS operator could figure out were stealth aircraft were. Famously over the Comona islands resulting in a lose of over half of the Erusean bomber corp in one afternoon. "Some of us can't fight back as easily."

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    Loosing the shuffle of sleep when the briefing began, The Yuke pilot was calmly taking in the information. Finbacks and Flankers...Looks like I'm flying with one of the Belkans...Oh, Korvet is running in my group...Did I save my game last night?...Wonder how the Belkans are going to split up?...

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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by Garuda 1 on Sat Nov 14, 2015 6:36 pm

    Will and the rest of his squadron listened carefully as the Yuktobanian and North Pointese explained. He also noticed that his flight is to be paired up with the Eisern Squadron. Each of the concerns in his mind were being asked by those around him.
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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by Lemniscus 1 on Sat Nov 21, 2015 1:00 am

    Arthur frowned as he looked down on his tablet and saw that his unit was being split apart. Sure from a tactical point of view it made sense, especially since the unit contained both a Captain and a Major, it would be easy for one senior member to detach while the other covers the rest of the unit in order to cover more ground. However, as he had mentioned to the others when he arrived, Eisern was his family. So, even though the pilot he detached would be operating with a fellow pilot from ARIA, Arthur couldn’t help but feel disconcerted with the plan. However, the numbers didn’t lie… someone would have to detach to cover Castle Squad’s lone pilot. Bearing that in mind, Arthur heaved a sigh as he began to wonder how best to split the unit up,
     
    ‘Since the only candidates for detaching further Alexander and myself… I’ll have to consider who would be better equipped to keep everyone together carefully. Although Alexander has proven in the past to be capable of handling Anthony and Katryn on his own on the ground… we never practiced him leading the whole unit in the air by himself before. Alright… that settles that, I’ll let him know after the briefing to...’
     
     Arthur’s thoughts were halted in that moment by the arrival of Colonel Mara Kusanagi. Although she held herself with a professional air and looked neither hurried nor troubled by arriving late, anyone with a good look at her would’ve seen a different story… she was in fact exhausted mentally. Hours before, Mara and the main chiefs of ARIA were rushed into an emergency briefing as Verusa increased its troop movements, which ran later than the Colonel anticipated. With a thumb drive attached to her wrist, she carried with her both the Strategic Forecast she had to draft using her latest intel, and the implications her intel had on the tactical forecast that was currently being given out by Misaki and Katrina.
     
    Without fanfare the Colonel spoke softly, “Ekaterina, thank you, allow me to wrap this briefing up,” and with a graceful swift move of her hand inserted the thumb drive into the projector. Immediately, it displayed on both the big screen and on the tablets given to the pilots the large view map of the Verusean Theater, showing ARIA and her allies in Blue, neutral forces observing the conflict (such as Valga, Elladas, Sunehra, Krugis, and Aslan) in yellow, and the Verusean Federated Republics in Red. As the screen began to indicate an increase in Verusa’s air patrols and troop movements, the Colonel continued,
     
    “In the past 2 days, Verusa has doubled the amount of troops stationed along its border, and satellite images confirm an increase in activity of Mechanized Divisions and at CJ-10 sites along the border, along with an increase in enemy air patrols over both Verusean and Rascan sovereign airspace. Reports from social media, eyewitnesses, and other credible sources indicate both Civilian and Troop morale are at an all time high thanks to the Verusean propaganda machine. The situation along the border is rapidly degenerating as we speak, and the NUN is having difficulty keeping the reps from Yuktobania and Verusa in the same room for negotiation. Lastly, we have more confirmed reports of individuals defecting from the Yuktobanian Military into Verusa, some taking valuable equipment with them."


    The Colonel quietly heaved a sigh and took a breath as she continued, "So, how will this have any bearing on your current operation? Simply put: Expect the Veruseans to be very... wary of our presence over Tara. Although our sources indicate they are under orders not to shoot, our intel suggests that some unit commanders or soldiers may be liable of shooting regardless. Although the ROE emphasizes restraint above all, I personally want each and every one of you to be on your guard."

    Leaving the projection on the board, which showed the additional defenses Verusa installed, the Colonel concluded, "Any questions?"
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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by Ronin201 on Tue Nov 24, 2015 8:48 am

    Ekaterina let the other questions be asked before she answered them. She figured it would be best to take them all on at once rather than jumping from each one to each one.

    "Your charts provided for this mission will show the general areas of minefields. If you are unable to locate them at any time keep in mind they are concentrated along the border." She said, pointing out the spaces on the map with a small laser pointer.

    "As for your question, Mr. Millie, you will be in a holding pattern. We want SEAD aircraft close at hand; scrambling from Tiger would eat up precious time if, pardon me, the shit were to hit the fan, as Oseans say." She replied, adding a frank smile at the end. The woman directed her attention to the interior of Verusea.

    "On that note, the Colonel does raise a good point, as does Unicorn Lead. The Veruseans' Mainring AWACS has been acting sporadically, since domestic air defense is mainly under the control of GCI stations. Our latest reports indicate it stays well within the border and does not show often. If anything, for now it only comes to peek further north. To answer the second question, unless the Veruseans are looking to fire first, then no. Don't expect them to push any JH-7s or J-10s. The latter is especially unlikely due to the fact they already have J-11s here..."

    Yeah, they'd have no reason to take away from their other defenses, Eric thought in agreement.

    "...The main incursions are by the Photobacks. They use a variety of tactics to sneak in and get what they want. They will most likely push things as far as they can without giving you any justification to fire. They'll most likely also photograph you." She went on. It was about this time that the Colonel took over. Ekaterina nodded silently when she did and scooted to the side.

    It went without saying that the Veruseans wanted the UN and Yukes gone, Eric thought. They were massing up like the Yukes had near Romny in 87 or the Eruseans had along ISAF's borders in 03. A preemptive strike was all too tempting while they sat in wait. AAA could be found, noted, and crated, then the big hit. Though air power couldn't stop any significant mechanized force, it could beat it well. For now he didn't find it fit to worry about neutral states. When they started swaying, forming opinions and declaring support for whomever, then they'd become a concern. He had higher priorities on the list.

    As Kusanagi gave her spiel, Mark only noted what hadn't already been said. Of note were the CJ-10s...cruise missiles; enemy number one of the carrier. He noted a few and decided it would be best to see if the Wellington knew about them and all that. The carrier would need to survive at all costs, and it would. He had no questions for the Colonel, like his wingman Eric.

    Ryu and Vixen were the same. Ryu was honestly still too green to want to think at the strategic level yet. As Eric had told him, today was a matter of applying training and using what his elders knew. He wondered if he should've done something more before he went off, at least told the OAF ordnance girl she was cute...no, no that kind of thinking guided you to the grave, Mark had said.

    Vixen was no stranger to what was being set up. The policing and strict ROE was what had been the precursor to Groundhog, and she had few doubts about the intel machine. If the UN screwed her, the carrier would slip her what she needed. That was the only thing Vixen didn't like about this; the UN was emphasizing restraint almost TOO much. She wondered how often, if at all, the RO card would be played. What would it take to get it played? A simple weapons launch? A jet lost? Guess she'd have to see and just do it how she always did it in peace. Smack em if they get cheeky, but otherwise be a polite person. Intercept, grab photos for intel. Who knew, maybe they could get the Veruseans to be a little friendly.


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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by shomu1 on Tue Nov 24, 2015 9:54 pm

    As Ekaterina mentioned a holding pattern, Millie nodded, "Yes ma'am."  At the same time Sharky looked down at his tablet to check the tanker plan to make sure they would have enough fuel to remain airborne through the course of the whole mission.  Viewing the map, his concerns were satisfied.  

    Sharky's mind then went to his own aircraft.  The new radar had performed fine on the flight to Tiger, but in the days following the arrival, many small issues had begun to pop up.  While the radar functioned just fine for normal use, the features that made it superior to its previous variant were unreliable, despite the efforts of Irina and the rest of her team to fix them.


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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by Cerberus_K18 on Wed Nov 25, 2015 10:02 pm

    "Understood and noted Lieutenant." Rachel replied curtly as she kept her arms and legs crossed, Tabby meanwhile simply nodded to the Intel Officer as she looked down at her tablet and notes, looking over potential CAP loadouts for the delta winged F-16U's that would be accompanying two of the four F-16G's of Canis Team.

    "Photobacks. Those could prove troublesome, especially if either side jumps the gun first." Rein murmured to Mao who quietly agreed with the blonde pilot.

    "I have no additional questions at this time Colonel. Pack?" Zack spoke up, his wingmen gave similar responses while looking over their own materials as they had been through the course of the briefing. Alyosha twiddled his pen out of reflex at the mention of degrading relations which came as no surprise to himself, his flight lead, and the rest of the Pack. "Of course it's going to be difficult keeping them in the same room, you think these two nations with deep seated ethnic and political tensions are just going to up and give each other a diplomatic reach around?" Alyosha mused sipping on his coffee.

    Zack shared Eric's sentiment when it came to the buildup along the border; everything to him screamed preemptive offensive. The whole setup reminded Zack of not only Erusea and her neighbors in 2003 but a war that was significantly closer to home for him; Belka in 1995. The cruise missiles were also something that gnawed at him, major infrastructure and ships would be within reach if such an offensive were to occur.
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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by Jason The Salt on Thu Nov 26, 2015 8:38 pm

    Carlos responded, "It's nice to know you someones looking out for little ol' me." Giving a wide smile to his new teammates.


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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

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    "No further questions from us, ma'am." William stated after taking in the information.
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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by Lemniscus 1 on Sat Dec 05, 2015 8:38 pm

    Looking over his shoulder, Arthur only had to glance at the rest of his companions to see they all comprehended their instructions to the letter. However, upon a second glance, he had noticed while hardly anyone was paying attention, several more groups of people had joined the briefing. Directly behind him was a man with green hair sharp looking eyes wearing a GRDF jacket over a green flight suit with two more wearing similar outfits, recognizing them from his time at Sandbury as the mark of the GRDF's Infinity Squadron. Next to them and further back, 8 more individuals had filed in wearing the proud uniforms of the OADF, to which Arthur had to guess they were Paladin and Comet Squadrons mentioned in the briefing.

    Quickly turning back around, Arthur announced, "No ma'am."

    The Colonel glanced to the furthest corners of the room to check for any further questions. With no questions, the Colonel then announced, "Very well, Eisern, work out who'll detach and fly with Rook Squadron. Dismissed."

    With that, the Colonel saluted everyone and made her way off the podium and walked out of the briefing room. With everyone dismissed, Arthur looked over to Alexander and asked, "Think you can watch over Rook's lonely bird, or do you think you can handle everyone and lead the squad by yourself without tearing your hair out?"
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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by Ronin201 on Sat Dec 05, 2015 11:38 pm

    Vixen stood up and stowed her charts in one of her clear pockets on her flight suit. Her kneeboard with freqs, callsigns and the like went on the opposite leg. She didn't feel any kind of anxiety or anything that still; this was old hat. Lead, coordinate, and kill. Only difference was the bullets that flew would be real. The Lieutenant Commander had plenty of training, she reckoned. The only thing bugging her was having to account for Murphy's Law. She turned to her flight.

    "Okay you three, standard pairs in racetrack formation. Juke and I will takeoff first, then come around and pick up Saber and Tex. We'll go left echelon, four mile spread between each jet. split at the IP." She outlined as they gathered around her squadron.

    "Who'd they chop us from VAQ-208?" Eric asked his superior.

    "Don't know their names...the Air Forcers in the F-16s got stuck with Gucci Strappe." Vixen chuckled.

    The pilots let out a collective snicker. The CO of VAQ-208 was infamously known for acting like a pompous annoyance, despite being a jammer pilot. Few liked to fly with him and hear that nasally whine of his when he complained.

    "So would that be it then, Vixen? Time to step?" Mark asked. She nodded.

    "Let's go, gents. Time to reinforce world peace and all that warm bullshit." She smiled wryly. As they all started to walk away, Ekaterina approached them

    "Excuse me, Lieutenant Commander." she spoke up. Vixen and the others looked at her.

    "Come to say goodbye to your cowboy? Go right ahead, Ekaterina." the XO nodded.

    Ekaterina bowed thankfully and dropped her professional demeanor once again. She enveloped Mark in a full-bodied hug and kissed him. He returned her embrace and kiss.

    "Come back safe." She demanded as she pulled away and was let to the ground.

    "Ah always come back, Kat. Ah've got Eric to back me up, too. Even Juke." Mark assured.

    "We'll have him back, Kat. Believe us." Eric assured. Mark, despite his usual grudge for the object, affixed the cowboy hat on his head. The couple smiled and parted ways. Eric started to leave when a voice addressed him.

    "I expect the same to go for you."

    Eric turned to face Misaki, who had her arms crossed over her chest uncomfortably. Eric placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

    "Yes, Princess Kuro." He nodded. It did little to ease her state.

    "You heard what Mark said. Same goes for me." He whispered.

    "Yes, but like any loving girlfriend I'll reserve my right to be concerned...promise you'll tell me the second you're back?"

    "Of course."

    "...Okay, then good luck. Don't start a war, Eric Bradford."

    Eric nodded, kissed her one more time, and told her he loved her. The pilot followed his fellow pilots from the briefing room and out of the building. Unlike working on the carrier, the pilots had to return to their building to get their flight gear. They'd set up a small area in their assigned hangar where they had all their things. Each pilot carried the same basic load: G-Suit, survival vest, oxygen system, and HGU-55 with the Joint Helmet-Mounted Cuing System, Mark II (JHMCS II). 

    The pilots were distinguished by their helmet's markings. Eric had opted to paint his yellow with two black lightning bolts on the sides, his callsign in cursive on the back. Mark's was midnight blue with a red-trimmed white star on either side. Ryu's, airbrushed to look like a guitar, bore thin, white horizontal lines along each side and his callsign on the back in the same font as Gibson Guitars. Finally, Vixen's was almost completely blank, save for her callsign and a lipstick print on the back. They stuffed the headgear in helmet bags and waddled on to get sidearms. Their gait became more normal as their bodies adjusted.

    Mark was perhaps the most enthusiastic about his survival weapons. He carried both his old hunting knife on his lower right leg, and a Colt Python with a four-inch barrel, black metal finish, and ivory grips.

    "I swear Mark, you need something like this." Ryu commented, referring to his Glock 17

    "If yer goin fer yer handgun that soon, yer an idiot. How many times Ah gotta say that?" Mark asked as he holstered the weapon. Eric chuckled and secured his own weapon, a SiG P226 with a threaded barrel for a silencer. The aforementioned device was in his survival gear.

    The fourship left the hangar for the revetments where their F-21s sat, undergoing final care by the groundcrew. As they walked along, Jukebox cleared his throat and stopped the quad of naval aviators. They all looked at him as he  became absorbed in his boots for a minute, and then looked up so he could see their faces.

    "Before we go, let it be known that I thought the one Air Force girl who like heavy metal was cute." He admitted with a frown. Mark hooted.

    "Jukebox has spotted a pretty lady!" He laughed, clapping his hands together once. The youngest pilot of the detachment hid his face.

    "Want me to tell her that, sir?" Ryu's Plane Captain, Scarlett, asked with a grin. Jukebox looked at her.

    "You know what? Screw it, I'll write it down and you can give it to her. If some cheeky little shit of a Verusean greases me, I can have one less regret in life." He finally said.

    "Alright alright enough faffing around, to your planes." Vixen spoke up.

    Eric split off from the group with Mark and headed towards Shogun 208. The Thunderhawk rested in the sun, awaiting its partner in war-waging, weapons hanging from its pylons almost artistically.

    "See y'all up there. Good luck." Mark said. Eric nodded.

    "Good luck, Tex." He replied.

    The two went their separate ways and Eric greeted his Plane Captain, Ruiz, next.

    "How's the bird, Ruiz?" Eric asked, taking out his helmet and sliding it onto his head.

    "She's all good, sir. Nothing I wouldn't be even a little worried about." The enlisted man said confidently. Eric felt good at the sound of his enthusiasm.

    He walked forward and set his empty helmet bag by the front landing gear. With that he set off to inspect the jet, giving every inch his own approval. He gave each AIM-9 and AIM-120 a solid shake to make sure it was totally secure, and felt the skin of the bird with his own hands to see if he could pick out any bumps or odd feelings in the metal. Eric liked to admire the appearance of the fighter while he did, from the red bolts on the black tailfins to the sharply-written "NAVY" identification marks just forward of the horizontal stabilizers. He clambered up between the two jet exhausts and looked over the top of the jet before ending up on the far side. When it was all said and done, he came around to where he started and went up the boarding steps into the cockpit, helmet bag in hand again.

    The ground crew scrambled to make sure the fighter was flight-ready as he strapped in and got comfortable. Like they had so many times aboard the ship and at Altaria Bay, he was unchained and given clearance. His weapons would be unsafed well away from the built-up area.He lowered the canopy and his visor as the fighter came to life. A checked showed what he wanted to see: all systems green. Misaki's picture was placed where it was supposed to be and The Pilot's Prayer was uttered, and he rolled out of his spot towards the runway to have his weapons armed.

    The ground crews watched as their four pilots taxied, got their weapons cleared, and sailed into the sky in pairs. No one said anything; most were thinking about the fact that their work would reflect in what happened over the next few hours. Some wondered if they would see the jets they worked so hard to keep in shape would return. Or the pilots they'd established friendships would, for that matter. As they lifted off, Scarlett ran across the way towards the realm of the 32nd FS, yelling for a woman named "Angel". In her hand was a piece of paper with the simple words "I think you're pretty" from Ryu. After a minute she was able to locate the aforementioned ordnance handler to deliver the message.

    "From my pilot. Said he wanted to relay it before he went off and some Verusean greased him." She explained.

    In the meantime, the Thunderhawks screamed off with the CAP as they launched head of SEAD.

    Vixen
    <<Shogun Lead, airborne>>


    Jukebox
    <<Shogun Two, airborne>>

    Eric and Tex launched so they would end up forming on the lead twoship's wing when they got up. Eric had to admit smoothly rolling off the runway and easing away into the sky was nice. Not all the fun of a cat shot, but good enough.

    Saber
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    Tex
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    The four jets, Vixen in the lead, snapped to the appropriate vector and ascended to 22,000 feet. In the meantime, OFS Wellington had already gotten its three E/A-18G Growlers aloft so they could smoothly get into the mission. Each was loaded with the standard SEAD load of two AGM-88Es, two AIM-120Ds, three ALQ-99s, and a pair of drop tanks. Leading them was the infamous Gucci Strappe.


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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by shomu1 on Sun Dec 06, 2015 3:15 am

    The four Basilisk pilots stood up, stowing the charts in the clear pockets of their flight suits.  While the tablets were hardened, they wouldn’t be flying.  Pen and paper still had their virtues, and the relevant data had already been uploaded to their jets’ mission computers anyway.  If digital handhelds were truly necessary, they could make use of the hardened smartphones included in their survival gear.  Sharky reflexively patted his pockets to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything, and then looked around at his RIO and wingmen.  “Shall we?”

    “Let’s do it.”

    The four followed the VF-138 pilots towards the flightline.  As they left the briefing room, they noticed the new arrivals.  Once they were out of earshot, Millie said, “Looks like we’re not the only pirates here now, eh boss?”

    “Apparently not.  And we’ve got Raptor drivers too.”

    Shamu sighed, “As if we didn’t have enough egos here already.”

    Showtime said, “Oh come on, most of these guys seemed nice enough, sir.”

    “We’ve got Belkans, Show.  And they’re not the fun kind.”

    “Fair enough.”

    “But we’ll see.”

    Sharky nodded, “Yes we will, Shams.  Yes we will.”  The four Basilisk pilots made their way to the 8th TFS’s hangar, which sat next to those occupied by the SOAR, to gear up.  Their gear wasn’t too different from their Osean Navy counterparts, G-suit, survival vest, oxygen systems, etc, but their helmets were different, and rather than wearing the usual olive drab flight suits, theirs bore a Multicam Tropic pattern to better blend in.  Instead of an HGU-55 with JHMCS, the Basilisks used helmets similar to those used by F-35 pilots with improved helmet mounted displays.  The newer helmets were also lighter, which brought with it its own advantages.  Sharky and Shamu picked theirs up, which were painted to resemble a tiger shark and killer whale, respectively, while Showtime’s bore the silhouette of an old-school movie camera, and Millie’s had a stylized wizard’s hat.  After stuffing their helmets into helmet bags, they moved on to their personal weapons.  

    While the Basilisk pilots all carried tanto combat knives in their leg sheathes, their sidearms had significantly more variety.  Sharky picked up his tan FNX-45 Tac, a gift from Gale, which she had had equipped with a ruggedized red dot and Osprey suppressor, and experimentally worked the slide back and forth before loading a magazine and sliding it into its holster.  Shamu did the same with his own FNX, which, due to his lack of an often-worried significant other, among other reasons, was not as fancy as Sharky’s.  Shamu did have an Osprey suppressor as well, acquired at the behest of Sharky.  As Millie and Showtime holstered their Glock 17s, Sharky clucked, “Tsk, tsk.  Such unoriginality you two have.”

    “Hey, not all of us have wives and girlfriends who shower us in custom firearms, boss,” Millie retorted.

    “What can I say?  Gale’s a worrier.”

    “I’m still surprised she didn’t strap you down with something heavier.”

    Sharky chuckled, “Believe me, she tried.”

    Shamu spoke up, “Yep.  Remember her attempt to stick MP7s in the seat pans?”

    “I try not to…”

    Shamu laughed, “Well, at least you’ve still got your cutlery store,” referring to the SOG Ops and karambit fighting knives Sharky also carried.

    “Yeah, but I’d rather not be using those, ya know?  I prefer to keep my knife fighting distance at two miles or greater.”

    Showtime nodded in agreement.  “I heard that, boss.”

    The four PMC pilots finished securing their gear and headed out into the bright morning sunlight, walking to the covered revetments that housed their Tomcats.  Walking to Leviathan, Sharky was surprised to see the nosecone open, exposing the radar antenna.  He opened his mouth to ask Victor what was going on when he saw the cable hooked into the radar leading to a laptop held by a frowning redhead.  “Irina.”

    Irina didn’t hear him at first, grumbling at the laptop and typing in a few commands.  When Sharky repeated himself, more forcefully this time, she looked up, frowning at the tall Tomcat pilot.  “What is it?  The radar’s still being a whore.  The goddamned thing STILL isn’t talking to the Vipers.  Swapped out processors, rebooted the whole firmware, NOTHING.”

    Sharky frowned.  “Irina.  When did you wake up?”

    “Uh…”

    “Irina…”

    “Damnit, I had to fix it!”

    Sharky sighed, “Does SAR work?”

    “Yes.”

    “Are the range gates fine?”

    “Yes, it’s just the AIM-156 functionality that’s intermittent.”

    “Then leave it.  We’ll fix it when we get back.”

    “Get ba- SHIT you have a flight!”

    “Yes, dear.”

    Irina typed even more furiously, frantically running error check after error check.  Victor moved towards her from where had been leaning against the revetment wall, but the redhead glared daggers at the man, forcing him to back away slowly.

    Sharky sighed, “Okay, that’s enough.”  He walked over to Irina, hitting the hotkeys to save her work before closing the laptop and setting it on the table near her, wrapping his arms around her to restrain her.  As she protested, he said, “We’re running SEAD, Monkey.  We don’t need it to talk to Vipers.  We don’t even have any in theater yet.”

    “But it’s not 100 percent!”

    Shamu spoke up, “Irina, it’s basically a v2 at this point, right?  If it is, I think we’ll make it another day or two.”

    “Yes, but…”

    Sharky at this point noticed the electronics tech’s eyes were bloodshot from her lack of sleep, combined with her countless hours staring at the screen of the laptop.  “Okay that’s it you’re getting sleep.”  Sharky disconnected the diagnostic equipment from the radar, allowing the maintenance personnel to close the nosecone at last.

    Irina said coyly, “Will you come with me?”

    “Monkey, I have a flight.”

    “Damn.”

    “And you need SLEEP, not anything else.  Shams, start preflight.  I’ll join you in a sec.”

    “Got it.”

    Sharky flagged down a passing Rosenthal security officer.  Handing him the laptop, he said, “Terry, I need you to do me a favor.”

    “Sir?”

    “Escort Miss Demelova to my quarters.  Lock this laptop away.  Release it to no one but me personally.  Ensure she sleeps for at least six hours.  Get relief if you have to.”

    “Sharkyyyy…”  

    Sharky ignored Irina’s plaintive whine.  “You understand?”

    “Yessir.”  Terry extended his hand to Irina.  “Ma’am?”

    “Fine…”

    “Thanks, Terry.”

    “No problem, sir.”

    As the two walked off towards the Rosenthal quarters, Sharky turned back to the task at hand.  “Finally.  Victor, how is she?”

    “Other than the radar, sir, she’s as good as ever.”

    “Excellent.”  Sharky crawled around the Tomcat, shaking the AARGM-ER, two AIM-154 Anacondas, and two AIM-9Xs to make sure they were secure before crawling under the jet to to do the same to the Brimstones and cluster bombs hanging from the belly.  Once he was satisfied, he clambered up the boarding ladder to join Shamu in the cockpit.  As he stashed the helmet bag in the small cubby next to the seat, the ground crew finished removing the chocks and REMOVE BEFORE FLIGHT tags around the aircraft.  When Sharky was settled in the cockpit, Victor stepped out in front of the aircraft and gestured to him to start his engines, the roar of Showtime’s Tomcat already carrying over from the next revetment.  Sharky started the engines, the twin F110s coming alive with a low whine that filled the steel walls of the revetment, before closing his visor and the canopy, nodding slightly in approval as the proper symbology crossed the HMD.  “Ready to get to work?”

    Shamu’s voice came over the intercom.  “Been ready.”

    “Let’s do it.  Two, you up?”

    “What took you so long?”

    “Housekeeping.”

    “Roger that.  We’re ready.”

    “Serpent 1, moving.”  With Victor’s guidance, Sharky advanced the throttles, Leviathan slowly moving forward out of her berth like a nervous kitten, followed by Showtime’s jet as they advanced towards the apron to have their weapons armed.  Finally, the two F-14Ds rolled onto the runway, just after the F-21s took off. Sharky toed the brakes, stopping the big jet on the hold line, allowing Showtime to pull up next to him. 

    <<Tiger Tower, Serpent 1 requesting permission to take off.>>

    <<Copy that, Serpent.  Wind 005 at 5.  You are cleared for takeoff.>>


    While he waited for clearance, Sharky had pushed the throttles to military power.  Any trace of nervousness in Leviathan was gone.  The big jet shuddered against the brakes like the monster she was named for, begging to be released.  Finally, Sharky released the brakes and the Tomcat began rolling down the tarmac, followed by Showtime’s jet.  He waited until the airspeed indicator read “180” before pulling back gently on the stick.  Leviathan eagerly leapt into the air, as if it was excited to be in its domain at last.  Sharky quickly retracted the flaps and landing gear, climbing up to altitude.

    <<Serpent 1, airborne.>>


    <<Serpent 2, airborne.>>


    <<Roger that, Serpent flight.  Switch to departure.>>

    <<Switching.>>


    The two F-14s switched to the departure frequency as they climbed up to 22,000 feet and turned towards their holding pattern.


    _________________



    Loadouts:

    Basilisk 1: SOAP -ON-
    F-14D Quickstrike Ordnance Status:                                   
     
    M61A2:  675x PGU-36/B SAPHEI
    6x AIM-9X
    6x AIM-154C
    2x AGM-88 AARGM-ER
    14x AGM-118 Brimstone
    2x CBU-103
     
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    Basilisk 2SOAP -ON-
    F-14D Quickstrike Ordnance Status:                                   
     
    M61A2:  675x PGU-36/B SAPHEI
    6x AIM-9X 
    6x AIM-154C
    3x AGM-88 AARGM-ER
    14x AGM-118 Brimstone
    2x CBU-103

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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by Cerberus_K18 on Wed Dec 09, 2015 12:10 am

    Zack inhaled sharply as he walked out of the crew ready room alongside his comrades, holding his breath for a second to help him quell any fire in his system and allow him to focus, any kind of fear was relegated to the back of Zack’s mind; they had been through this before, only the objective and making sure his pack followed ROE to the letter occupied his thoughts now.
     
    “Alright, make sure to keep tabs on all callsigns in your sector, keep your intervals, and watch your surroundings. We know what the Verusans have at their disposal and we know the situation at hand. Keep the fangs to yourself until the time comes, understand?” Zack spoke as they approached the hangar with their aircraft sitting at the foot of the structure, the area bristling with personnel preparing the aircraft for takeoff.
     
    “Got it Bossman.” Alyosha nodded in response as he slid his HGU-55 on, the artwork depicting the infamous “MENTLEGEN” meme on the back; Hime in the meantime shook down her gear and checked her pistol; a HK VP20, making sure the Belkan made sidearm was secure in its holster, “Understood Captain. Kon-Kon.” The shorter Pointese girl kissed her flight lead on the cheek and tugged his braided ponytail. “So any idea who the dudes in the VAQ-208 Growler are?” Alyosha chimed in.
     
    “Kon, Oh and Aly to answer your question. I don’t know who but work closely with them.” Zack responded, smiling in Mao’s direction. Rein who was checking herself shot back with a wink, “No worries love, I’ll make sure to keep it tight and clean.”
     
    Alyosha snarked, “Comet, phrasing. Ah! What was that all about?” Matchstick felt Mao’s gloved hand tap his brain bucket. Rein simply smirked at Mao’s expression as she walked over to Halley which was being checked over one last time before they taxied out.
     
    “Really?” Mao said, rolling her eyes as she broke off to board her aircraft. Stopping for a second to glance over at Zack who was nearing the ladder that led to the cockpit of his F-16.
    “Let’s just hope for everyone’s sake that we don’t go off and start a war…” she thought to herself as her aircraft’s crew chief approached. “Heya Cody.”
     
    Unicorn in the meantime who were down the way from them in another hangar prepared themselves for takeoff after quietly breaking off the livelier bunch in front of them. Rachel looked to Tabby as they broke off in unison, the younger pilot throwing her a thumbs up while her form disappeared behind the grey F-16. Rachel gave a brief nod to her crew chief and ascended the ladder to the cockpit of her Falcon derivative. “I’ll never understand those four and the other two they operate with; always riding the line between professionals and reckless mutts…But we need to work together no matter what.” Rachel mused as she glanced briefly at the four machines of Canis squadron lacquered in their strange lizard like splinter camo, their pilots strapped in and doing their checks before takeoff.
     
    “Looking disgruntled as always my dear Fara.” Zack playfully said as Fara checked his belts and looked over the MFD laden cockpit of the F-16G.
     
    The dark-skinned woman rolled her eyes, “Working with you is always a pleasure, this is a face of happiness.”

    “I sense sarcasm.”
     
    Fara chuckled lightly, “Excellent deduction detective.”
     
    “Made you smile~” Zack replied as he gave the side mounted control stick of the F-16 a nice once over and checked his kneeboards that contained his notes for the mission.
     
    “You did. Now. Everything ready?”
     
    “Let’s blow the cobwebs out and give the Lady some fresh air.” Zack said as he lowered the canopy of his Falcon, dropping the visor of his helmet.
     
    “Bring my plane back intact Captain or I will beat you senseless when SAR brings your skinny ass back.” Fara said to Zack like she did many times before as the canopy sealed. Zack grinned back to the enlisted woman. “Hazz Saeid Zachary, bring them home safe.” Fara said under her breath as she descended the ladder.
     
    Angelique in the meantime did one last check with the ordnance handlers; making sure the pilots of the 32nd’s ordnance was in place which came in the form of six AIM-120D AMRAAM on triple launch mounts, four sidewinders, two drop tanks, and AN/ALE-55 decoys for the CAP flight while the SEAD flight of Alyosha and Rein would be carrying Four JSOW on BRU-55 rails, with two AMRAAM and Sidewinder a piece in addition to fuel. All aircraft were also loaded down with a full 20mm gun payload. Jamming would be provided via the tail mounted Advanced ASPJ developed for the Falcon+ and its Delta Wing Kestrel counterpart. Unicorn’s payload more or less mirrored Zack and Mao’s with the exception of the conformal carriage of four missiles close to the fuselage.
     
    The busty blonde looked up upon hearing the voice of another crew member; a Navy Plane Captain by the name of Scarlett shouting her name, the girl quickly checked the last decoy dispenser and bounded out to meet Scarlett and receive the note in her hand.
     
    “I-I am Angel!” Angel shouted in a slight stutter to the Navy woman as the whine of six F110-132 afterburning engines began to fill the air, blushing hard as she heard Scarlett state that the note was from Ryu and it was intended for her in case the unfortunate happened. Angelique shakily took the letter and put it in her pocket for safe keeping for later, thanking Scarlett in her family’s native tongue of Savalan, “Merci! Merci! Tell him I-.” The young girl’s words began to be overwhelmed by the din of the engines spooling up. Fara went over to Angelique and spoke up, “Get clear airman, you too squid!” The aircraft after the ground crews cleared taxied out to the runway.
     
     “Never gets old does it love?” Mao radioed Zack, waving at her ground crew as Hime’s plane followed the other three out, the artwork of a cherry blossom personally done by her beloved gleamed in the bright sunlight as her fighter rolled away
     
    Zack grinned under his mask, “Never does.” Zack placed his gloved hand on a picture of Mao before their deployment to Sapin as he led the aircraft out, their takeoff happening shortly after the larger variable geometry Thunderhawks and Tomcats sped off into the sky.
     
    After requesting takeoff clearance, the two flights began their roll. Each aircraft shuddered to life as they brought the single engine combat aircraft to full military power, the blue-orange tint of the afterburners shooting out of the nozzles as the planes began to rush down the runway in sequence. For Alyosha; it brought a rush of adrenaline to his system, the rush itself something he had become very familiar with in his youth. The loaded F-16’s rapidly raced into the air with authority; their pilots ready for the task ahead.
     
    <<Ferret: Canis Lead, airborne>>

     

    <<Hime: Canis Two, airborne>>

     

    <<Matchstick: Three, airborne>>

     

    <<Comet: Four, airborne>>

     

    <<Dragonlady: Unicorn Lead, airborne>>

     

    <<Tabby: Two Airborne>>
     
    The Falcons linked up in formation at 22,000 feet after snapping to their departure frequency.
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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by Garuda 1 on Mon Dec 14, 2015 1:24 pm

    As the four members of Garuda Team got into their F-15Es and started up their engines, Will couldn't help but feel nervous as this was his first real mission. The two Strike Eagles taxied to the runway and awaited take-off clearance.

    Tiger Tower:
    << Garuda Team, you're clear for take off. >>


    Garuda One:
    << Roger. Let's go! >>


    The two F-15Es accelerated down the runway and lifted off.


    Garuda One:
    << Garuda Team is airborne >>


    The two Strike Eagles turned to a holding pattern awaiting Eisern.
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    Re: Ace Combat: Skies of Tomorrow Part: 1

    Post by Jason The Salt on Tue Dec 15, 2015 9:19 pm

    With the briefings close, The various squadrons did a quick look over with each other, but one squadron had a choice to make. With Anthony Making his voice known quick, "Yo, Arthur, Let me Fly with the Yuke unit."

    "Why?" Arthur retorted.

    "C'mon, They're gonna need all the luck they can get!"

    That's when Katryn turned to him, "Hey! What about us!" To which Anthony responded with a shrug, and Alex's Comeback, "With you, They'll get the wrong kind of luck." "Says Who?" retorted Anthony.

    Arthur raises an eyebrow and interjects," I appreciate the offer, but I think we will all feel safer if you stay with the unit."

    With a tone, Anthony states "Fine, oh noble leader, so who detaches then?" With little prompt, another voice chimes in, "Yes Noble leader, Who?"

    Behind Anthony was the Aurelian strike pilot, Carlos Anthony. The New addition to the conversion did give Arthur a opening.

    "Alex, think your up for flying outside of Eisern? For the time being of course."

    Alex, a little off guard took it well, "Me? oh, uh, sure."

    Arthur gestures between the two pilots, "Well, there you have it. I give you Eisern 2, Captain Alexander Lazenreiter."

    Cheery as ever Carlos reached his hand out, "Nice to meet you Captain. I'm Lt. Colonel Carlos Anthony of the AAF. Hope you can Cover like the best of them." With Alex keeping in step, "Pleasures is all mine, and I cannot wait." Shaking on it. "Now with your permission Eis-berg one, I'd like to wake up our wingmate."

    Taking more fortitude than expected, Arthur holds in a eye roll and gives a diplomatic chuckle, "Granted, oh lord of the land of snow." With a return grin, Carlos and Alex started to the third of the group, with Alex stating, "That was good. Better than Eis-cube. Lead the way."

    This lead them to the contemplating mind of the Yuke pilot, seemingly unaware that the briefing had ended. Carlos reaching his hand in front of her face and cracked a snap. Without missing a step, the younger pilot snapped back, "Wow. Do you leave your manners at your door, or is this a special occasion?" Looking up at them with a face that could be the dictionary for 'irked'. With a grumble, She stood up, giving a look at the two that came over. "So your the New Iron being teamed with me?"

    From a touch behind, Anthony just had to comment, "Well Ain't she a ray of sunshine." A statement that earned him a punch in the arm. "Forgive the asshole, He doesn't know when to stow it sometimes." The Yuke could only grumble, just trying to change the subject. "So anywise, What's your plan Captain, was it?"

    "Yes, I am Captain Alexander Lazenreiter. Just call me 'Alex'. As for a plan? We go in, make sure shit doesn't hit the fan, and leave." Extending a friendly hand to the younger pilot, "Also, Your name is...?" The Return was both expected and unexpected, with her giving a light tap on his hand "Lieutenant Ryoko Tompson. And I'm sure that's the last thing we need." Setting a hand on his fellow Eisern's shoulder, Arthur responded "Agreed." Alex pointed out,
    "And yet, this world has known its fair share of 'shit–fan–contact'." This earned him most irked stair possible under military rule "Your eloquence is noted ingot." She said under her breath. The Bounce back was delivered by Carlos, "Welp, We have to make sure to keep this op nice and clean!"

    Arthur gave the last word, "Right, so lets suit up and head out." It was undone by Anthony,
    "Hell yeah! Now you're talking, Wanderfalk."
    "What happened to Dohl?"
    "Eh, I don't really care to be honest, want me to call you Loki?"
    "What.. I just.... just.. what? You know what, nevermind."

    The Eiser's back and forth was ended with Carlos, "Welp Eis-berg, Lettuce be going!" This got him a Groan from Ryoko as they took their leave.

    -/-/-/-/-

    With the two sets suited up and ready to launch, it did not take long for each of the pilots to take off in turn.

    Though like many things, Ryoko was ordered to launch first.

    <<Castle Lead, Rook, Taking off>>

    <<Eisern Squadron, Taking off>>

    <<Otus Squadron, Like always, Airborne>>



    With that, they formed up to their respective flights.

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