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    Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Lemniscus 1 on Sat Dec 05, 2015 8:59 pm

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    OVERTURE

    Operation: Skylark
    1000 hrs. 2025 March 27
    Feyador Valley, Tara Province

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    LOADING DATA SWALLOW OS 2.5.0 SYSTEM
    STARTING...
    LOADING PLUG-INS...
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    DATA FOUND.
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    DS System Ver. 2.5.0
    No. 01
    Name: Skylark
    Date: 2025 March 27
    Area: Feyador Valley, Tara Province
    Accessing...


    Mission: Conduct a routine Combat Air Patrol (CAP) of the Feydor Valley and monitor local Verusean Activity in the area. Be wary of Verusean Surface-to-Air (SAM) and Anti-Air (AA) Installations along with Verusean CAP Aircraft. 


    Objectives: 
    Monitor and Protect Yuktobanian Sovereign Airspace


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Ronin201 on Tue Dec 22, 2015 11:25 pm

    March 27, 2025 (Local Time: 1037)
    Feyador Valley
    Tara Province, Yuktobania

    The two Barbets nesting in the trees were disturbed by the distant roar from above. The two other flying beasts soared over, wings swept back to show they were going at high speeds and need the maximum aerodynamic performance they could get. The scattered clouds made their profiles show even more as they raced along to the south. From the cockpit of the lead jet, Eric looked at his wingman. He gave Mark the "kiss off" signal. Mark nodded and broke right and slowed, turning away from the Verusean border. Eric went a little farther before he turned the opposite direction of his wingman. In rapid succession, the two jets had fallen into a 'racetrack" pattern, each jet making a run at the border before turning away well short of it.

    Saber
    <<Shoguns 3 and 4 on station>>

    Eric kept his radar in Track-While-Scan mode for now; if he acquired something he'd keep Multi-Target Track on standby in case that something had friends. The blonde shifted in his seat as he went up the "hot" leg of his CAP. In the meantime Mark checked the relative position of their SEAD trio and the other CAP of Jukebox and Vixen. Ryu was still doing well enough from the lack of Vixen's radio calls. He was probably a little distracted by his sudden confession to Angel. Mark wouldn't judge; stranger and faster loves had happened.

    Vixen
    <<Shogun Lead to Shogun 3. I have about four bogeys on my scopes, closing towards the border. Can you confirm the same?>>

    Eric glanced down at his radar. He caught them just before he turned away.

    Saber
    <<Roger Lead, I've got VID on four bogeys on 225...looks like they're about 120 miles out>>


    Tex
    <<Ah got em too, Lead. Going up the hot leg. Probably Flankers, but they haven't shown any signs of hostility yet>>


    Vixen
    <<Rog...Serpent, Starfighter this is Shogun. Be advised bogey CAP is pushing up; maintain caution>>

    In the meantime Zack and his pack had Gucci Strappe with them. In the backseat of the EA-18 belonging to the squadron commander, the EWO watched as the Veruseans reacted to the changing of CAPs. They were swift, with HQ-10 sites painting the skies with their radars. He also had a Mainring coordinating the whole show from well within Verusean airspace. The tanned-up fratboy of a Commander helped his backseater in pinpointing the radar returns and decided to relay it to the fighters.

    Gucci
    <<Ayo Starfighter 1-1 to Canis and Unicorn, yah gots two SAM batteries along a ridge bout fifteen miles south of the border...standby for coordinates>>

    His Bana accent was thick...very thick.

    March 27, 2025 (Local Time: 1042)
    3rd Battery, 391st Air Defense Regiment
    Near the Verusa-Yuktobania Border

    Captain Vidoje Dani watched over the shoulders of his subordinates while the monitored the radars of the HQ-10 battery inside the command truck. The Yukes had changed aircraft to keep up the perimeter to the north; their own aircraft still had some time to go. He wasn't very interested in what jets they had up; it wasn't his job to coordinate that. For now though he concentrated his efforts on a flight of what had been identified as Belkan-made Ginover fighters. At the moment he simply had them being tracked on radar, much like when an airport tracked flights in its area.

    KJ-3000 AWACS, the same time...

    From the rear space of the airborne command center, the Colonel in charge of this sector of the border was able to coordinate his sixteen fighters. Even the GCI stations below answered to him. As he received more information about the newest wave of UN fighters to the north, he was able to plan accordingly. His jets were primarily interceptors, though the J-11s were also excellent dogfighters. The J-8s, aircraft he'd been working with for many years, were good in close range but ageing.

    The commander had no intention of changing his aircrafts' positions around; it opened up too many holes in his system. For now he would keep the same setup. One of his subordinates called his attention; they had received a communique from their masters. The Colonel raed the piece hastily and nodded. He still gave no orders but started formulating a plan in his head. It seemed today would be another one of those days...


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by shomu1 on Wed Dec 23, 2015 3:38 pm

    30,000 feet above the Yuktobanian countryside, the two Rosenthal F-14Ds were steady in their holding pattern, tracing lazy circles in the morning sky.

    Shamu
    << Ah what a lovely day in paradise.  Somebody kill me now and save me from the boredom.>>


    Sharky chuckled as his RIO griped about the never-ending pattern of circles.


    Sharky
    <<Be careful what you ask for.>>


    Shamu
    <<Like seriously.  This is actually making me wish we were on CAP.  We'd actually have something to pay attention to.>>


    Millie
    << Well, at least nobody's shooting at us.>>


    Shamu
    << Fuckin' WISH someone would pop a shot off.  We'd actually get to kill something.>>


    Sharky
    << Someone's antsy.>>


    Shamu
    << Eh, just bored.  Starfighter 2-1, you up?>>


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Cerberus_K18 on Thu Dec 24, 2015 10:39 pm

    Mind The Gap...
    March 27th, 2025
    Feyador Valley, Tara Province, Union of Yukotobanian Republics
    1037 (Local)


    Ferret kept his aircraft level at 30,000 feet, minding the invisible political border that separated the UYR and it's counterpart Verusa. Ferret gave the signal for Mao to break off and make their turn, keeping an eye on their systems and surroundings as they executed their maneuver. Unicorn flight did more or less the same, bringing the F-16U's around on the opposite side of their patrol pattern.
    Ferret
    << Canis Lead to Pack, status.>>

    Hime
    << Canis Two to lead, everything is green on my end Ferret. Just a little quieter than what I am accustomed to.>>

    Matchstick
    <<Matchstick to Lead, everything is checking out on my end. *yawn* Here I was thinking our little display would get their attention.>>


    Comet
    << It most likely did Aly; Lead. Everything is cool on my end.>>


    Dragonlady
    << Unicorn Lead to Canis One, currently running parallel to your position. Status.>>


    Ferret
    << Canis Lead to Unicorn One, we are currently in the green.>>

    Dragonlady
    << Copy Canis Lead.>>

    As the Falcons continued their lazy circling in the skies, the EA-18G Growler piloted by the eccentric Bana native radioed that Verusan HQ-10 batteries had begun to scan the skies with their radars. Both Unicorn and Canis flight had taken notice as their RWR's began to chirp. Zack radioed back to Gucci.
    Ferret
    << Canis Lead confirms Starfighter 1-1, we're already getting hits on our RWR. Relay coordinates on your go.>>


    Zack then quickly radioed to the rest of the flight. 
    Ferret
    << All callsigns, Starfighter is relaying coordinates for SAM's; keep on your guard. Don't jump the gun.>>

    Hime
    << This is Hime copy.>>

    Matchstick
    << Copy Bossman.>>

    Comet
    << Don't worry about a thing Lead, I'll keep my hands to myself~>>
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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Jason The Salt on Mon Dec 28, 2015 10:27 pm

    March 27th, 2025
    Feyador Valley, Tara Province,

    Union of Yukotobanian Republics




    The younger pilot made sure to keep within range of her impromptu wing lead.

    Steel
    "While I understand the reason, I'm still unsure about this arrangement."

    With a sigh, She looked at her display, nothing yet.

    Steel
    "What I mean..."


    Her hand was still trembling on the controls. It had been years since she was in danger, real danger...

    Steel
    "I'm...My Country is relying on you...All."

    Jetstream
    "Glad you remembered me to."

    The Voice of their Stealthy Escortee chimed in. The young pilot almost jump.

    Jetstream
    "I'm getting some activity on some Radar sites waking up. Maybe you should check the skies."

    Sure enough, at some range, blips showed up.

    Steel
    "Time to work. Orders?"
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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Garuda 1 on Sat Jan 02, 2016 3:17 pm

    Garuda team, upon forming up with Eisern flight, proceeded to go on their patrol near the border. Upon arriving on station, they began their patrol of the area. Dustin drums his fingers on the cockpit interior. While he was hoping for a milk run, he couldn't stand the boredom. He lets out a sigh.

    Beatrix:
    << What's wrong, Rostock? I thought you wanted this to be non-eventful. >>

    Dustin:
    << I know... I just can't help but feel bored. >>

    Claudio:
    << I know how you feel. >>

    William:
    << Let's try not to jinx this. >>

    Beatrix:
    << Indeed. You have more than enough things on your mind, Lautern. Such as Horus Eye watching over us up there. >>

    William lets out a sigh, knowing that Beatrix is right, but decides to stay focused.

    William:
    << Stay focused, Wedge. Save this for when we're back on the ground. >>


    Beatrix:
    << Copy. >>
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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Lemniscus 2 on Mon Jan 04, 2016 9:22 pm

    Take-off was blur. Commands from the flight tower registered in Alex’s mind but were forgotten the moment they were fulfilled. He went through the motions, but his mind was focused on a different topic…

    Shit-fan-contact?! Really?! Did I really say that?!” Alex resisted the urge to slap the Ginover’s control panel in frustration. He calmly reminded himself of the hard work the technicians put into his craft to prevent himself from abusing the technology. “Of all the dummkopf things to say, ‘shit-fan-contact’ is what I chose to exit my mouth.”

    He paused and glanced at the radio; the microphone output was off. He sighed with relief, “Oh good, I had the sense to shut off my microphone before I started to talk to myself.” He was clearly nervous, having to use breathing exercises to remain calm between the occasional radio chatter.

    “My father was right, ‘Remain professional. Don’t act like a flight jock, act like a Lazenreiter.’ But what does THAT mean? Act professional? Stuck up? Humble? Be myself?” Alex inhaled deeply, remaining silent to ensure he didn’t miss any vital radio chatter before he continued his one-sided conversation. “Father, you’re probably right, but what you were right about, I don’t know.” He sighed, “Your speeches were eloquent, but I didn’t understand half of what you were saying.”

    Suddenly, Ryoko spoke up, making his train of thought come to a screeching halt. Yuktobania depends on them. The weight of that statement hung heavily over him. However, he had little time to examine this second train of thought as it, too, came to a screeching halt as his other ally chimed in. Not only that, the sounds of radar alerts rang throughout his cockpit. With his mind completely back in reality, he heard Ryoko ask for orders. Alex, looking at the warnings he received, turned his microphone back on.

    Hund
    <<We should keep calm and keep watch. I see SAM batteries moving and I see J-11s and J-8s patrolling. Let's hope for their sake they don't get wise.>>


    He breathed deeply for a moment. Thinking to himself, 'Take it easy, Alex. Remember what your father taught you. Remember...' He remembered what he said earlier.

    Hund
    <<By the way, Steel. I cracked a joke earlier... about "shit-fan-contact"... it was in bad taste. I'm sorry, I was trying to be something I'm not. Also, I'm not just fighting because I'm parroting the sentiments of my superiors, I want to help Yuktobania purely because it's the right thing to do.>>


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Ronin201 on Wed Jan 06, 2016 7:18 pm

    March 27, 2025 (Local Time: 1042)
    Somewhere Over Verusa
    Altitude: Roughly 4,000 Feet

    Major Sravbcha Belkovich was an expert at this mission. He had flown incursions in Yuktobania for years in his JZ-8F photorecon aircraft.  As Yuktobanian technology changed, so did his tactics. He liked the game of cat and mouse, actually; it kept him on edge and allowed his skills time to exercise and be refreshed. Today was nothing special: enter Yuktobania, capture photographs of the latest developments (he'd been assigned to photograph positions of the 32nd Guards Tank Division), and flee home. If intercepted, he would use the situation to his advantage and complete his secondary mission of collecting updates on the aircraft in the area the Yuktobanians and UN forces used.

    "Pisar 1-1" made a steep, fast dive and brought himself down to roughly 1,000 feet when he hit his IP a handful of miles from the border. Keeping his radar off, he kept his RWR alert and relied on his knowledge of the terrain to carry him through. His crossing point took him near Ryoko and Alex. The camouflaged jet zipped used every piece of terrain to its advantage. In the meantime multiple other pieces of the incursion moved into action. As Pisar 1-2 pierced the political boundary north of the flight of Osean F-16Us, In the meantime the J-11s near the Unicorns began to track them, but made no immediate moves for weapons lock. Further south the YAF-BAF duo that was together for the day and Canis also found themselves being more closely scrutinized by a pair of GCI stations and nearby J-11s.

    In conjunction with this, four more JZ-8's crossed the border, making all the noise they could. They were divided into two very loose pairs, one bound for Arthur's fourship, and another looking to draw the pilots headed by Kristen.

    From his AWACS, the Colonel watched as the border was awoken. He had no way of knowing the actual recon jets had made it; he had to gamble, take a calculated risk. He was informed that he also had two Y-9Js pressing north, employing their jamming gear.

    WARNING!! WARNING!! BOGEYS INBOUND!!
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    Targets (not declared hostile as of yet)
    FVADF 4th Wing, 54th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron, "Pisar"
    x4 JZ-8F Photoback


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Lemniscus 1 on Wed Jan 13, 2016 8:58 pm

    Somewhere over the Feydor Valley…
     
    For the past hour since leaving Tiger Naval Air Force Base, Arthur felt comfort… perhaps even solace, with the peace and quiet of the skies over Feydor Valley. Well… as quiet as the rhythmic hum of the twin engines of his Bm.422C2 Ginover would allow anyway. Looking over at his squadron, and the distant pair of F-15E Strike Eagles from Garuda Team that had formed up with him, he could almost imagine that he was back home over Belka, performing a routine CAP over the Tausberg area and brushing up on fighter tactics for a war nobody would hope ever happen again. It was then that he realized he had allowed himself to be preoccupied with his own daydreams when Anthony piped up on the shared channel between Eisern and Garuda,
     
    Spatz
    <<Oi, am I hearing this right? Lantern, you got the hots for the Base Queen?>>
     
    Katze
    <<I thought I was the base queen for you>>
     
    Spatz
    <<Nah, you’re more like… the 4th base handmaiden… or something? I dunno really…>>
     
    Katze
    <<Trixi, can you launch a IRIS-T up his ass so I won’t get another friendly fire write-up?>>
     
    Arthur rolled his eyes hard from under his visor and quickly decided it was time to rein in his 4th element before things got out of hand.
     
    Wanderfalke
    <<Spatz, aren’t you supposed to be watching our 6?>>
     
    Spatz
    <<Yeah, yeah chief, I got it under–uh…>>
     
    Wanderfalk
    <<What…?>>
     
    Katz
    <<Don’t tell me your radar is on the– sheißt! Now my Radar's acting up! Saftsack Ground Jammers!>>
     
    Trixi
    <<Confirmed, I'm picking up light static... wait... We're being lit!>>
     
    Arthur however didn't need to be told this as his emergency bells went off, signaling that someone's search radar was highlighting his fighter. However, before he could call Horus Eye and ask for a Bogey Dope, the E-767 quickly called in the advisory:
     
    Horus Eye
    <<Eisern, be advised: We show 2 pairs of bogeys inbound on Vector 225 at Angels 22, Range 450.5 Kilometers and closing. They appear to be L-19Is. Move to intercept and establish contact.>>

    Arthur steeled himself as he checked his fuel, his radar, and looked over his shoulder to watch the rest of his flight and the nearby Garuda Team flying in close formation with him. His silently heaved a sigh as he then replied.

    Wanderfalke
    <<Roger Horus Eye. Well, time to go to work. Eisern Team: let’s find out what our neighbors want.>>


    He paused for a moment, before smiling and added good-naturedly but with a hint of cool aloofness just for effect:


    Wanderfalke
    <<Garuda Team... try to keep up.>>

     

    Spatz
    <<Roogeeerrr!>>
     
    Katze
    <<Roger Wanderfalke, after all, it'd be rude to keep 'em waitin'.>>
     
    Trixi
    <<Copy, Schatz, lets give em’ a proper Belkan welcome.>>
     
    With that, the fourship of Eisern quickly rose to meet the incoming Verusean fighters, the echelon forming up tightly in a tightly defensive posture. Taking lead in the Squadron, Arthur flew ahead till he could see into the Cockpit of the enemy L-19I and the pilot at the controls. Knowing full well the Verusean Pilot most definitely knew he was there, Arthur tapped the side of his helmet as close to his ear as he could, gesturing to the Verusean to switch his comms to a Universal Channel.


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Ronin201 on Wed Jan 13, 2016 11:07 pm

    Starfighter 2-1
    <<Rog Basilisk Lead...border's lighting up like Yuktobania back in 10>>

    In the meantime the leader of the Growlers whistled as things got busy. He noted the YJ-9s lumbering north as he handed off the info Zack and The Pack needed to know.

    Gucci
    <<Heads up, bros and gals, we've got a pair a Rusean jams comin. Don't ask, can't do anything against em>>

    In the meantime Eric's attention was centered as the two Photobacks came screaming across the border. Following ROE, he came up the hot leg of the CAP and looked towards Mark.

    Saber
    <<Shogun Four, with me. Go high and get behind em. I'll make initial contact>>


    Tex
    <<Roger that Shogun Three, going high and right>>

    Mark snapped to the aforementioned direction and performed the action of bracketing: approaching from the flank. He craned his neck and spotted the two recon jets to his left. He ascended, the Thunderhawk's wings sweeping back as he gained altitude. The pilot made sure the GoPro camera he had attached to the canopy behind his seat was ready so he could get some shots for intel. Any new info was good. The pilot passed by and came around, keeping them in visual sight. The pilot  settled his jet behind the jet, off their five o' clock.

    In the meantime, Eric went head-to-head with them. He raised his nose a little and made sure his AMRAAMs were close at hand, even if these were only recon jets. Nothing was ever certain anymore, it felt. He approached from below and went upwards, moving closely with his wingman. The blonde pilot looked out the top of his canopy at the JZ-8s as they sped along and completed something of a half-loop so he was flying after them. His own GoPro ready to record, he seemed to float his jet onto their right wing.

    "Okay...VF-138 Red Ronin, 27 March, 2025. Local time's, uh, roughly 1045. Shoguns 208 and 205 have intercepted two JZ-8 Photobacks near the Yuktobanian border. I've got 205 on them from their six, I'm gonna try to make contact." He narrated, speaking clearly, loudly. The pilot made hand signals towards the Verusean pilots to try and get their attention and looked over the jet.

    Vixen
    <<Three Four, this is Lead. We're taking up position to cover your intercept, how copy?>>


    Saber
    <<Roger Lead>>

    As he replied, Eric made note of what he could deduce as ECM pods on the centerline areas of the Photobacks. local goodies, he assumed for now. On the other end of the squadron's AO, Vixen and Ryu reformed and began pressing around Eric an Mark's position, as if to pass them. They reformed their CAP between the border and the intercept by Eric and Mark. Ryu's head swiveled between the location his radar told him the nearest Flankers were and where the two nearest Finbacks were cruising. He felt a bit wired at the thought of how close they were getting.


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by shomu1 on Thu Jan 14, 2016 7:31 pm

    True to Starfighter 2-1's statement, the Tomcat's RWR was lighting up like a Christmas tree.  Shamu kept track of the display in the rear cockpit as Leviathan's EW system registered the signals from the Verusean radar sites and plotted them on the strategic map when it was able to localize them, working in conjunction with the data it was getting from the Growler's own sensors.

    Shamu
    <<Millie, you getting this?>>


    Millie, who was watching his own displays light up, keyed his mic.


    Millie
    <<Roger that, boss.  Looks like you got your wish.>>


    Shamu
    <<Don't get ahead of yourself.  Nobody's shot anything yet.  It does look like they're not gonna be too happy if we get too close to the border though.  Keep those HARMs ready to go.>>


    Millie
    <<Two copies.  We're getting some jamming over here, too.  Guess they've got some Y-9s up?>>


    Shamu
    <<Looks that way.  Shouldn't be an issue for us though.>>


    For now the two F-14s maintained their orbits, the RIOs keeping an eye on their threat displays to make sure nothing surprised them and that they had a solid set of data to use if they did indeed have to release weapons.


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Cerberus_K18 on Wed Jan 20, 2016 1:20 am

    As Starfighter 1-1 transmitted all the necessary information to the patrolling flights in addition to calling out a pair of YJ-9 jammers joining the party; Ferret and Hime kept their eyes affixed to their displays, watching the Flanker pairs intently despite no immediate threat of missile lock and attack. In the meantime Unicorn would handle the marauding JZ-8 piloted by Pisar 1-2 racing north of their position.
     
    <<Ferret: Canis Three and Four, keep your eyes affixed to the HQ-10’s, we got the Flankers shadowing us and Unicorn.>>

     

    <<Comet: Already underway lead, looks like everyone is getting their fair share.>>

     

    <<Matchstick: Decoys and Jammers at the ready.>>

     

    <<Dragonlady: Unicorn Lead to Canis Lead, moving to intercept our bogey close to the deck. I hope that you are watching our six from up there.>>

     

    <<Tabby: I can make out a fast mover, looks like our Rusie Photoback.>>

     

    <<Ferret: Unicorn Lead, we’re watching. Just make sure that JZ-8 doesn’t get far.>>

     

    <<Dragonlady: Copy Canis Lead. Tabby, stay above me and watch my back.>>

     

    <<Tabby: Wilco Lead.>>
     
    Rachel nosed her Falcon over making a dive to catch up with the speeding photo reconnaissance asset beneath her, matching his altitude in seconds the pilot of the single engine fighter keyed up her mic to deliver a warning.
     
    <<Dragonlady: Verusan Aircraft, this is Osean Air Defense Force flight of two F-16’s acting under the authority of the United Nations Security Council. You are actively violating Yuktobanian airspace. Cease your activities at once and allow us to safely escort you back to the border. I repeat…>>
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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Jason The Salt on Fri Jan 22, 2016 8:26 pm

    Steel
    <<Hope you all don't Mind, Flight Lead? AWACS? It does not seem like there in a listening mood...>>



    It seemed Dangerous as the two spread groups closing, but One plane seemed more interested that the rest.

    Jetstream
    <<I think some high altitude peeks at there line wont hurt. Recon is one of Otus's specialties.>>

    The Gray Nighthawk rose ahead, a slow and steady accent. Making sure to stay withing a reasonable range of the Larger Ginover fighter

    Jetstream
    <<Now, let me take a look at your little Defense set up.>>

    Steel
    <<Is that a Good Idea?>>


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Garuda 1 on Fri Jan 22, 2016 8:58 pm

    William:
    << Wedge, move into combat spread. Be ready for anything. >>


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    << Copy. >>


    The two Strike Eagles move into combat spread. Will looks at his radar, and notes a group of HQ-10s; the nearest of which is less than seventy-six miles from Garuda Team, Eisern Squadron and Starfighter's current position. He turns to Starfighter.


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Lemniscus 2 on Sun Jan 24, 2016 8:39 pm

    Alex had little time to mull over how his apology was ignored. Really, he should have expected it. Bantering or talking about personal issues during an operation? What is this, a video game? He immediately returned his attention to his radar, seeing two J-8s and two J-11s approaching them— all bearing Verusean IFF codes. The warning bells telling him he was being scanned only further grew his concern. "Sheißt..."

    Hund
    <<Okay, they're starting to get a little friendly. Jetstream, I suggest we should spread formation slowly so that we aren't all one big target. We can't do much more since they haven't crossed the border. Permission to break formation to keep a closer eye on them?>>
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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Ronin201 on Sun Jan 24, 2016 10:44 pm

    "Pisar 1-1...I may have a pursuer." Belkovich's wingman radioed to him. The man pursed his lips at the breaking of radio contact. Captain Lilpin would get a stern talking to upon return for that. Either way it was too late, and 

    "Have they tried to make contact?" the senior pilot asked quickly.

    "Negative, they are following behind me but I am maintaining present course."

    One more order, then back to silence.

    "Very well, continue with mission until it is clear they are after you. No more talking."

    Pisar 1-2 looked back at the jet after him...some sort of delta-winged aircraft. He looked forward and saw mountains, the ones that outlined the Fedayor Valley. The pilot dared go lower and kept his high speed up, staying out of afterburner to keep himself hidden against the foliage below. He dared go close to the steepening terrain, gulping hard. He couldn't tell if the aircraft was following him, or had even seen him. He had to remain hidden; pretend he was not there.

    For Eisern and Shogun, however, their guests were much more content to err on the side of lazy behavior. As the Ginovers approached the first two Photobacks, neither pilot panicked. In fact as Arthur communicated with the flight lead, the wingman lifted up so his nose-mounted cameras would be able to capture shots of the BAF jets from above. The lead used his right-side sideways camera to capture Arthur's jet on film. In the meantime he smiled and gladly responded to the accented voice trying to communicate with him.

    Pisar 2-1
    <<Ne mogu da te razumen! Haha! Vi gorovite moj jezik, Belkin?>>


    Shogun was having equally bad luck, and were also being photographed. The pilot watching Eric noted the glint of a camera lense behind his head and wondered briefly if the F-21 flying alongside him was capable of more than it appeared. As was planned prior to takeoff, The Verusean pilot had a phrase ready to prolong the intercept.

    Pisar 2-3
    <<Ja ne gorovim Osen>>

    In the meantime, with the jammers in place and the distracting JZ-8s pulling part of the opposing aircraft away, the commander of the Veruseans in the area began to mull on an order, one he may be able to play. He wasn't fond of it, because it could mean using men like scapegoats, but he did not wish to cross his superiors.

    If you should find a situation arise where it may seem like the UN or Yuktobanians have downed one of our jets, truth regardless, use it to bloody their noses and achieve a political victory...

    He looked at a nearby radar display, which showed the movements of his fighters. Timing was the key; right now both sides were always facing each other. He watched the pattern intently, listening for updates on the diversion at the same time. By now Belkovich and Lipin were about to reach their IPs to make their runs. The SAMs were still holding back, acting as nothing more than support to the GCI stations for now. He wanted to locate their anti-SAM aircraft quickest, too.

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    Targets (not declared hostile as of yet)
    FVADF 4th Wing, 54th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron, "Pisar"
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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Ronin201 on Wed Jan 27, 2016 9:03 am

    Eric frowned as the Verusean stuck to his native language. 

    "We've made contact but it looks like the lead pilot is unable to properly communicate in Osean." He narrated for the camera.

    Rummaging through his gear, he pulled out something intel had sent his way: a little sheet with some relevant phrases in the foreign tongue. His eyes scanned down until he found the correct one.

    Saber
    <<Paznja Verusean Aviona, vi ste u zabranjenoj vazdusnom prosturu. Su naredili da nas pratite za pratnju nazad u vasoj teritoriji>>

    Mark chuckled at how slow and broken the order had sounded the first time.

    Tex
    <<That's some Shakespeare-level diction, mah friend>>

    At the same time, however, he couldn't help but notice they were being dragged further and further into the interior of Tara by this intercept, further away from Vixen and Jukebox and thus the ability to quickly help them. Mark was starting to wonder if they should maybe hand this off to someone else deeper inland and get back to the border...

    It was still the same for Vixen and Ryu, though. The Lieutenant Commander had picked the two J-11s they were closest to and adjusted the racetrack pattern so they were nose-to-nose with the bastards every time one of them pushed at the border. Vixen looked down at her "Master Arm" switch and contemplated requesting they be allowed to at least arm. If they had their weapons armed, they could react faster. The jamming wasn't helping, either. AESA was doing what it could to burn through; still wasn't enough to get an entirely clear picture.

    The EA-18s and Su-24s, meanwhile, were starting to play the game of ECM. They couldn't deal with the jamming that was affecting the CAPs, but they could return what the Veruseans were doing. Gucci gave the orders to his fellow aircraft: concentrate on the GCI stations, gum up their coordination a little. the Su-24s would work against the same.


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Lemniscus 1 on Mon Feb 01, 2016 10:38 pm

    Arthur’s face was inscrutable as he listened to the Verusean Pilot laugh and spoke his mother tongue on the comms while his wingman took photographs of both his and Mia’s Ginover Fighters. Now, although Arthur’s Verusean was as good as his North Pointian… which was to say non-existent, he wasn’t oblivious to the blatant mockery coming from the Verusean Lead Pilot. Needless to say, the situation these Recon Fighters were causing was no laughing matter, and the Belkan Major was neither impressed nor amused. Keeping his wits in check, Arthur saw with a grimace that the L-19I were towing both Eisern and Garuda Teams along with Shogun and Canis Teams towards the heart of the Tara Province… away from the rest of ARIA’s airborne contingents. Furthermore, the Verusean Pilot seemed as if he didn’t understand Osean, a fact Arthur didn’t buy for a second.
     
    In the back of his mind, he thought, ‘Bullshit he didn’t understand us. Osean is taught as a second language by most Militaries around the world!”
     
    Arthur's mood was even, and taking a breath, he cleared his mind and quickly worked out the best solution. On the one hand: he could try and most likely butcher to the point of insult to speak Verusean himself using the phrasebook provided for him. No... that wouldn't do. Heaving a sigh, he knew the situation called for a more.... diplomatic approach. Tuning to ARIA’s Frequency, Arthur called out,
     
    Wanderfalke
    <<Horus Eye, Bogies refuse to respond, possible lack of knowing Osean. Can you attempt contact in Verusean?>>
     
    Without any hesitation, the reply came in confidently:

    Horus Eye
    <<Roger, Wanderfalke. We advise you put some distance between your team and the Bogies, you're too tightly packed.>>


    Wanderfalke
    <<Roger, Horus Eye.>>
     
    Looking over his shoulder and spotting Mia tapping her helmet, Arthur swapped channels back to Eisern’s line, and heard his wingmen immediately firing questions at him:
     
    Trixi
    <<So what’s the plan?>>
     
    Spatz
    <<Yeah, do we bloody their nose?>>
     
    Katz
    <<As tempting as that sounds, liebling, I don’t think Arthur wants us starting a war, or do we?>>
     
    Arthur frowned at the suggestion, despite knowing it was most certainly a joke… after all, the image of a war mongering Belka was one he was hoping to erase by example, and bagging the L-19I’s would be counter-productive to that… as tempting as it sounded even to him. Heaving a sigh, he replied,
     
    Wanderfalke
    <<Nien, they shall live.>>
      
    Spatz
    <<Heh, so much for making ace, huh?>
     
    Wanderfalke
    <<If I had it my way, I'd rather never make ace, then to make it under... ignoble circumstances.>>
     
    Spatz
    <<Oooohkay… well then if you don’t need us, I’ll just hang back then.>>
     
    Wanderfalke
    <<Actually, Spatz, congrats on guessing my next order.>>
     
    Katz
    <<Come again?>>
     
    Trixi
    <<Yeah, I don’t… oh, wait!>>
     
    Katz
    <<Okay, either you became psychic, or I’m missing something.>>
     
    Wanderfalke
    << No one became psychic, now listen: these Recon Fighters are obviously dragging us away from the rest of ARIA, and I don’t like that one bit. Personally, I think they’re trying to make us look like fools, and it seems Horus Eye agrees.>>
     
    Spatz
    <<Too bad Hund isn’t with us, we could’ve filled their comms with his Journey Album… or maybe Queen… or Side of the Coin>>
     
    Wanderfalke
    <<Yes… indeed. Anyway, our eye in the sky wants us to give our friends a wide berth. Therefore: Katz, Spatz, I want you two to break off and put some distance between you two and our guests, and be sure to position yourselves behind them. Trixi, you and me will pitch away from them after I relay my message to them in Belkan.>>
     
    Katz
    <<Ah! Just like the time Escarlata Squadron tried to give us a bad time.>>
     
    Wanderfalke
    <<Right, now on my mark, break… 3… 2… 1… mark! Break, Break, Break.>>
     
    With that, the rear two Ginover fighters broke off from the main flight, putting space between the Verusean Flankers and themselves. Arthur’s Ginover could already detect the trailing fighters were now using their active radar, directly tracking the intruding guests and making sure they knew it. He then only had to wait before Horus Eye, who had been monitoring Eisern's frequency, switched over to the international Channel and broadcasted to the Verusean Fighters:
     
    Horus Eye
    <<Pažnja Verusean aviona, vi kršite Iuktobanian vazdušni prostor. Molimo okrenite svoje borce jug-od-jugozapadu i vratiti se Verusean vazdušnog prostora odmah. Ako i dalje leti na vašoj trenutnoj Naravno da će se krši sporazum Veruša je sa Iuktobania, i biće primorani da se vrate.>>
     
    Satisfied, Arthur gave Mia a nod, and both Ginovers broke away from the Verusean Recon Jets, putting distance on either side of the Flankers wings while maintaining a parallel formation with them.
     
    Horus Eye's Warning Translation.:
    Attention Verusean Aircraft, you are violating Yuktobanian Airspace. Please turn your fighters south-by-southwest and return to Verusean Airspace immediately. If you continue flying on your current course, you will be violating Verusa's treaty with Yuktobania, and will be forced to return.


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Cerberus_K18 on Tue Feb 02, 2016 9:48 pm

    Rachel kept with the Photoback as it lowered itself in altitude all while trying to stay out of burner for as long as possible, Rachel's fighter had no issue with keeping up with it. Not wanting to risk slamming into the ever changing incline of the terrain, Dragonlady pulled up slightly to grab a little sky, keeping her eyes affixed to the camouflaged aircraft speeding below her. Tabby in the meantime kept at her current altitude and stance, watching over her lead intently.

    <<Dragonlady: (In Sotoan: Idiot isn't listenting at all...) Guess I will have to issue the order in Verusan.>>


    Miming the actions of her Naval counterpart, Rachel reached down into the pocket of her flightsuit and extracted a small sheet of phrases written in Verusan and picked the appropriate phrase from the list. Her words were spoken faster than Eric's, but there was no doubt that the delivery wasn't one hundred percent.

    <<Tabby: Do what you need to do lead, this guy is getting too far into Tara for my comfort.>>

    <<Dragonlady: Paznja Verusean Aviona, vi ste u zabranjenoj vazdusnom prosturu. Su naredili da nas pratite za pratnju nazad u vasoj teritoriji>>


    Rachel after delivering her message promptly contacted AWACS for additional assistance.


    <<Dragonlady: Unicorn Lead to AWACS, bogey has ignored warnings in Osean, I have relayed a message in Verusan and are awaiting a response. Aircraft is keeping a course on zero-zero-zero out of burner. Request additional assistance.>>


    With that, Unicorn flight kept on their present course waiting for Horus Eye and their guest to reply.
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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Jason The Salt on Fri Feb 05, 2016 5:53 pm

    Taking a Second to mull over the recent information, Carlos Gave his order.

    Jetstream
    <<No, I'll Break off. You Keep the Kid in arms reach. If they get frisky, you'd like the extra body.>>


    With that, the Nighthawk howled further upwards. Ground facing sensors ablaze attempting to grab what information on the enemy boarder regions.


    Steel
    <<Ugh...I think I'll keep it loose to keep us a bit safer. If you do not mind?>>



    The Multirole did a slow loop to gain a bit more space from the fighter, while keeping an eye on the unwanted visitors to her country.

    Taking a quick second with her mic lowered, Ryoko swore under her breath, "'Extra body' my ass" After griping, She returned to normal volume.




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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Lemniscus 2 on Sat Feb 13, 2016 8:43 pm

    Alex arched an eyebrow at the "Kid" and the "extra body" comments, but did not press him about it.


    Hund
    <<Understood. Good luck, Jetstream.>>


    Alex leaned back in his seat, eyeing the Verusean planes cautiously. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, preparing himself for the worst to happen. What did father always say? "No matter the situation, keep your wits about you. Never panic." That was a good one. As he attempted to recall any other gems of sayings his father had, Ryoko stated she was going to loosen formation to keep themselves safer.


    Hund
    <<Roger that, Steel. Let's not make ourselves sitting ducks.>>


    Alex gently adjusted the Ginover's flight path so that the space between their planes increased by several meters on top of the space Ryoko added herself. 'Now's not the time to look to the past. I need to stay in the present.'
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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Ronin201 on Mon Feb 15, 2016 7:00 pm

    The lead JZ-8 Eric was escorting nodded slowly at first, and then faster as the Osean's talk became smoother and smoother.

    Pisar 2-3
    <<Razumem, ce se sada>>

    The pilot switched back to Verusean channels and first told his wingman to follow him. Pisar 2-4 was watching Mark, but immediately acknowledged and followed the other Photoback as they two began a turn to the left, moving slowly and in a nonthreatening manner. He watched expectantly, waiting for the F-21s to escort them to the border. The jets that Eisern was trying to threaten and talk to were still lost, however. The lead pilot only spoke his homelands tongue, a by-product of nationalism surging through the Verusean military. He spoke clearly and slowly, slightly annoyed by the man across the sky from him.

    Pisar 2-1
    <<Ne razumem, Belkin. Govorite li Verusean?>>

    It was at that time the UN AWACS stepped in and spoke the man's language. He nodded and replied to the voice he could communicate with.

    Pisar 2-1
    <<Razumem, ce se sada>>

    The two jets began to turn to the left in the same manner as their brothers with VF-138. Captain Lilpin, in the meantime, was now convinced the unknown fighter was after him. He drew in a breath and decided to hug the terrain as tightly as he could. His flight lead was already less than pleased with him, so he wasn't calling the Major again. He dared to fly closer to the ground, beyond his comfort zone. So low he startled a flock of Southern Red Bishops. The small birds scattered from the trees in all conceivable directions, one of which was into the path of the JZ-8. Lilpin gasped as at least a dozen of the small creatures went into his intakes. He hands flew for the ejection handle at his feet and reached them as the mountains' slope went up. The JZ-8 of Captain Lilpin smashed into the ground at near Mach 1.8...

    "Sir, one of our recon jets went down. Pisar 1-1 reports he saw a fireball."

    The colonel drew in a breath and tapped the side of his mustache in thought. 

    If you should find a situation arise where it may seem like the UN or Yuktobanians have downed one of our jets...

    To disobey meant one of several punishments. To follow through meant combat and risks. A stained conscience, too. The man thought for another minute, and then nodded.

    "The UN must've downed it for straying too far north. Order the Major to abort if he has even the slightest inkling of suspicion he's being chased...and clear the interceptors to retaliate. The treaty has been violated, we are allowed to retaliate." the man in charge ordered. His eyes silenced the questioning look from the younger officer, who turned to his radar console.

    "Order the SAMs to fire as well, and clear Pisar 2 to carry out their contingency orders." He added. The orer went out over the appropriate Verusean frequencies seconds later.


    Fedayor
    <<All Koplje, Stuka, and Katapult elements under Fedayor, You are cleared to engage at your discretion. Pisar 2, action now, action now. Code Slepe, Code Slepe>>


    From their CAP stations, the eight J-11s and eight J-8s turned towards the border and switched their radars into the appropriate mode to fire. They stayed in their pairs, loose and fast to keep from being easy shots for any of the UN aircraft that might be quick enough to shoot before they did. All of the FVADF jets carried the PL-12 long-range missile. Essentially a clone of the Osean AIM-120 AMRAAM or Yuktobanian AA-12 Adder, the weapon was the obvious choice to start the fight. The initial barrage was aimed only at the fighters; jammers and SEAD were a separate matter and less of a threat. They then closed, using the combination of Yuktobanian and Osean tactics they'd watched over the years. The stakes were as follows...

    Taking advantage of Arthur's decision to take his entire flight with him (sans Alex as he was with Ryoko), four J-11Bs attacked in two "loose deuce" pairs. One came in high, and one  from three o' clock. The jets fired a second barrage of PL-12s at the jets to backup their first, bringing the total count of shots fired at the BAF jets to eight, two to each jet. The Verusean Flankers, external tanks gone, then closed with PL-9 heatseekers in case their BVR engagement didn't go in their favor.

    Canis and Unicorn's joint CAP was blitzed by four J-8s, all of them flying in a very loose wall. The interceptors showed they weren't keen on getting close when each jet fired its second two PL-12s. The machines broke their charge and began to scatter in separate directions, hoping to use the time they had to run back towards home. Like The attack on Eisern, the OAF Falcons found themselves facing two missiles each.

    VF-138 could brag they'd always been trained to get spammed by missiles, but neither them nor a single pilot in the Osean Navy would ever admit they wanted it to actually happen, or at they very least they'd try to clarify they meant ASMs when they said missiles. Their adversaries would be Flankers, the much-vaunted bird. Ryu and Vixen would have to bear the brunt of the assault as the incoming J-11s fired their second salvo. To make matters worse, "Code Slepe" had signaled the jets escorted by Eric and Mark, as well as those under the guard of Arthur's band, to activate the jamming pods they carried. Although nothing like the YJ-9s, they were good enough to at least slow part of the UN reaction.

    Last but certainly not least were Ryoko and her temporary wingman. With Infinity Flight also in the crossfire, the other flight of J-8s screamed in from high and above, performing a maneuver called "bracketing". All four jets came at the CAP from the lanks, two to a side. They were both in very loose pairs, moving at high speed to make a hit-and-run with their PL-12s. The frequencies of the Verusean fighters was jammed with calls and procedural jargon.

    While an observer may have casually remarked that the jammers and SEAD elements were untouched, they would quickly be coined impatient. In the terrain bellow, the HQ-10s were the go-to force. short-range weapons meant to defend mechanized forces while on the move stayed un-involved but kept but alert in case they were needed. Four of the ten batteries engaged, while the other two carefully remained "neutral". Inside their command spaces, young men poured over displays and walls of controls. They barked orders and repeated angles, locations, geometry that would guide the big missiles to targets. In seconds the oversize rigs that lugged along the actual missiles were showered in smoke as the SAMs exploded from their tubes and reached for the sky. The only one who was remotely lucky was Carlos in his F-117. The lower RCS meant the lock on him wasn't as solid.

     Each SEAD jet would find themselves the target of four copies of the hated S-300. The "impatient observer" might note it was a rather unbalanced reaction.


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    WARNING!! WARNING!! BANDITS INBOUND!!

    Declared Hostile
    FVADF 3rd Wing, 10th Interceptor Squadron “Stuka”
    x8 J-8IIM Finback
     
    FVADF 8th Wing, 29th Fighter-Interceptor Squadron “Koplje”
    x8 J-11B Flanker

    FVADF 391st Air Defense Regiment, “Katapult”
    x4 HQ-10 long-range SAMs



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    FVADF 4th Wing, 54th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron, "Pisar"
    x4 JZ-8F Photoback



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    Post by Lemniscus 1 on Tue Feb 23, 2016 7:49 pm

    It took hardly a fraction of a second after the JZ-8 crashed into the mountainside that the E-767 circling high above the CAP zone went on high alert. All at once, Verusean Active Targeting Radar from the ground and from fighters approaching the border lighted up the region. Although Horus Eye had no way of knowing who exactly the approaching fighters were, their IFF’s were definitively squawking Verusean, and their heading was putting them on a direct intercept course for the allied CAP. With weapons no doubt about to fire, Colonel Kusanagi heard one of the operators call out, “Ma’am, orders!”
     
    Kusanagi closed her eyes before looking at the digital readout of the area, with rings representing radar emissions growing ever wider, and barked, “Order all fighters to engage hostiles. I repeat: weapons free, engage all targets.” With that, all the E-767 Operators went to work, relaying orders to all the aircraft.
     
    Meanwhile
     
    All at once, the sky became a cacophony of warning bells as the ground radar lit up the sky. Turning the claxons into background noise, Arthur quickly rotated his head when Mia called up
     
    Trixi
    <<Sir! Four bandits closing in, two high and two at 3 o’clock and… SHEISSE! BVRs, coming in hot!>>
     
    Waderfalke
    <<BREAK! Dive under the Recon Fighters and deploy chaff.>>
     
    Spatz
    <<Under the Recon Fighters?!>>
     
    Katz
    <<Fuck it, Spatz, and just do it!>>
     
       
    Arthur knew it was a gamble as he kicked his engines in max power and rocked his wings hard, but as the other 3 fighters began to close in on his own at an ever increasing pace, he knew this might at least unbalance his attackers. With precision, the Four Fighters crossed each other’s path and broke off, firing chaff around the area of the Recon Fighters while jinking hard to throw off the PL-12’s.  With any luck, the BVR missiles would be spoofed and with nothing else to target will either self-destruct near the recon fighters… or directly target them.


    Meanwhile in Sector 2 Bravo, the Finger-Three flight of F-15FA Swift Eagle Fighters belonging to the General Resource Defense Force USEA Division/ 1st Wing/ 11th Squadron Infinity had been for the past, completely isolated from the rest of the CAP. For Captain Abyssal “Abyss” Dision, this was probably for the best; he never was one to socialize with others, and preferred the meditative solace brought by the rhythmic hum of his twin Pratt & Whitney F-100 PW-229 Engines turbofan engines. From both his vantage point in the air and with the help from his state-of-the-art Ver.2 COFFIN’s sensor suite, he could watch the other members of the CAP with impunity. When he wanted its cameras to zoom in on a particular flight, one thought was all he needed to have it bordered and magnified with perfect clarity. Whenever he was in the air, linked up through the COFFIN to his Swift Eagle, he felt as though he were one with the Fighter… and with the Sky around him.
     
    Therefore, one could only imagine the ire he felt when he watched over in Sector 1 Alpha as a Recon Fighter’s engine caught fire and careened into a mountain side, prompting the sky around him to be lit with Search Radar and inbound Bandits. Over on the radio, he heard Horus Eye’s Call:
     
    Horus Eye
    << Attention All ARIA Craft, Repeat, Attention All ARIA Craft, Weapons Free, Repeat, Weapons Free. Engage all Hostiles and Sanitize the Airspace.>>
     
    Abyss
    <<Roger Horus Eye, engaging>>
     
    Through ARIA’s shared channel, he heard his wingman, 1st Lt. Douglas "Holmes" Cartwright, call in:
     
    Holmes
    <<Yo Abyss, this is the real deal?>>
     
    Abyss
    <<That’s right, it has finally started. Robin, Holmes, pick your targets and disperse.>>
     
    Robin
    <<Too Late Boss, looks liked they picked us out first.>>
     
    Abyss double checked his radar and confirmed his third element’s warning. On either side of his flight, two Finbacks were approaching as fast as their single engines would permit, firing their PL-12’s before darting away.
     
    Abyss
    <<Damn. Alright you two, break and dump chaff and flares. Let’s light the sky.>>

    In that next instant, the three fighters picked a different direction and broke off, dispersing and dumping chaff. Within his COFFIN, Abyss noted there were four to his three fighters, which made him feel sorry for the Veruseans… compared to his Swift Eagle, this was hardly a fair fight as he began to turn his plane into the incoming J-8’s after having dumped chaff and flares, with Holmes and Robin doing likewise in succession.


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

    Post by Ronin201 on Wed Feb 24, 2016 12:11 am

    Vixen
    <<Saber, Tex, break!>>

    Things were happening fast, almost too fast for Eric to comprehend before his instincts rescued him. Forgetting the recon birds, he let off a burst off chaff and yanked his stick back and right. At the same time he dared push the throttles up; his RWR panel told him he had two radar-guided weapons after him. The F-21's twin GEs roared from behind him and blue sky filled his vision. He whirled his head around and tried to get a fix on the missiles. The pilot spotted the two small glows and kept up his bank to the right in order to defeat them. He tightened the turn and deployed one more bit of chaff to confuse the missiles. Free of them, he looked around for his wingman.

    Saber
    <<Shogun 4, status>>


    Tex
    <<Four is up, engaged...defensive...>>

    "...Fuckin missiles." Mark groaned as the Gs tested his build.

    Mark had made a particularly violent left break and down, almost going into a Split-S. The pilot ended up with his nose pointed towards the incoming Flankers. Mark felt himself shudder and looked behind as the missiles that had once been after him were now explosions. He could only guess they'd tried to follow his turn, thought he was near, and then popped off. His ears tuned into the exchange of radio calls.

    Vixen
    <<Shogun 2?>>


    Jukebox
    <<I'm up, I'm up. Two missiles after me>>


    Starfighter 2-3
    <<Shogun, we'll take those Photobacks>>


    Saber
    <<Negative Starfighter, bug out and head north>>


    Starfighter 2-3
    <<We've. Got. Em>>

    Whatever their reason, the Growler was given the recon birds. Tex clenched his teeth but was easily able to keep calm. He searched the sky for the J-11s and spotted one as it closed the gap. Mark searched for his lead and saw the guy (or at least he guessed it was him) attacking the formation from their two o' clock. Despite the ECM gunking up the sky, the AIM-120D did have some resistance to jamming. Even then Eric fired twice at the Flankers.

    Saber
    <<Shogun 208, Fox 3, Fox 3>>

    Mark wanted to fire but he was out of position. In fact he was in a pretty bad position. The best he could hope for was the rest of the fourship would distract the Flankers. In meantime he heard the Growler let its two AMRAAMs chase the JZ-8s.

    Starfighter 2-3
    <<Starfighter 507, Fox 3, Fox 3>>

    Vixen, like Mark, felt calm, collected. She'd never been shot at but she'd had a long time to get ready for this. On her command, after ordering Eric and Mark to leave the Photobacks, she ordered Ryu to break their formation. The pilot followed her training and instincts: deploy flares, break  away from the missiles, then moving into a position perpendicular to the missile and firing more chaff. The moves' purpose was simple: overload the missiles. Vixen watched as the PL-12s streaked by harmlessly and then turned into the Veruseans, arming her AIM-9s instead of using her AMRAAMs. She was already too close.

    Finally came Ryu. He drew in deep breaths and broke up and left, trailing countermeasures. The pilot increased his speed and aimed his jet so he would end up out of the electronic eyes of the PL-12s. He barrel rolled so he'd be pointed at the Flankers and selected the lead pilot (Eric had shot at the guy on the far right) for his Sidewinders. The heatseeker had nothing to jam it at the moment, and nothing to block the heat radiating from the camouflaged bandit.


    Jukebox
    <<Shogun 211, Fox 2>>

    For Gucci and his SEAD flights, the SAMs were the only threat. They used the maneuverability they had, given to them by the E/A-18G's similarities to the F/A-18F but affected by their jamming pods. Gucci himself was getting a little more talkative as he danced with the HQ-10s. The HQ-10 was a big missile, around 25 feet, and it could hit Mach 8. He'd gotten four shot at him. The good news, was, that speed and size meant little maneuverability. Once Gucci had been warned, he could fight and win.

    "Come on bros, Gucci ain't nothin to fuck wit. He's a mad man, yo. A real mad man." The Commander muttered as he jinked and weaved, grunting and tensing with the G-forces.

    The man's backseater, in the meantime, was readying their AGM-88Es for a retaliation against the offending site. He kept one hand on a "towel rack" while he worked the rear controls. The Lieutenant couldn't help but flinch every time a SAM flashed by, though. Gucci was really hugging the ground, too, weaving along with the earth at time. It was the kind of stuff you saw in Hollywood action sequences.


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    Re: Mission 1: Overture

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    The RWR promptly began blaring as the 4 HQ-10s lifted off.

    Shamu
    <<Shit, SAM launch break!>>


    Sharky and Showtime promptly broke in two opposite directions, streaming chaff and their towed decoys.

    Sharky
    <<How many?>>


    Shamu
    <<Four!  Bring us back around so I can nail this fucker!>>


    Sharky hauled the big carrier jet into a sharp right turn, now going nose-to-nose with the incoming missiles, but also bringing the HQ-10's guidance radar within the seeker limits of his AGM-88s.  Relying on the jamming provided by Starfighter, his own jet's ECMs, and the towed decoy to buy him some time, Shamu quickly selected the AGM-88 hanging from the left wing pylon and cleared Sharky to fire.


    Sharky
    <<Serpent 1, Sniper Magnum!>>


    The moment the AARGM-ER streaked off the pylon, Sharky pulled once more into a right turn, holding it until he was beaming the missiles coming towards him, before diving for the deck, screaming for the HQ-10's minimum 150 foot engagement altitude.


    Meanwhile in Serpent 2, Millie and Showtime had already managed to juke their four missiles, the combination of barrage jamming from the Growler, self-defense jamming from the Tomcat, the false target from the towed decoy, and the aircraft's rapid change in altitude and direction hopelessly confusing the big SAMs.  As they rocketed along the Yuktobanian countryside at just above treetop height, they silently blessed Sharky's near fanatic devotion to low-level training.


    Showtime
    <<Boss, 2's in the clear.  Orders?>>


    Shamu
    <<*grunting*  Nail those bastards!>>


    Showtime
    <<Wilco.>>


    Fortunately soon after Sharky and Shamu made it to the relative safety of low altitude as well, despite a close call with one of the HQ-10s, which blew off their towed decoy.  Once down on the deck, Shamu radioed, 


    Shamu
    <<Horus Eye, Serpent 1.  Be advised, Serpent is heading south to engage SAM site.  Two, we're on your six.>>


    Showtime
    <<Showtime copies.  10 minutes out.>>






    Soon Serpent 2 was in range of the HQ-10 site.  Popping up to 500 feet, Showtime set the Tomcat on course with the command vehicles, pickling off a pair of CBU-103s once the pipper was in position, breaking hard left and screaming back for the border while trailing a stream of chaff and flares to deter any SHORADS fired at him.  Two minutes later, Sharky and Shamu repeated the maneuver, instead popping up to 3,000 feet, firing a quartet of Brimstones at the general vicinity of the SAM site, leaving the missiles to find targets on their own.


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