Hanna smirked as she watched the insignificant scum fall from the sky into a nearby tower. Yes, these fools had no right being up here, nor would they last a day on the front. What waste of materials, but she supposed that many wars, including her own, were simply that, a waste of material. "People should learn to stay in line....." she muttered to herself as she began to turn her Focke-Wulf around to engage a new target.

"You see that, scum? Keep trying to climb back up to my level, as it will be all to enjoyable when I kick you back into the dirt! You made a mis-"

CRACK!

A flak round detonated under the belly of the aircraft, shrapnel and glass flying which way in the cockpit as the aircraft suddenly took a right roll from the impact. The iconic whine of the turboprop engines faltered for a moment as the plane seem to begin gently descending. Hanna was slightly slouched forward in her cockpit, goggles cracked, blood trickling down from the minor lacerations on her head.

It was then the ground crew knew they had fucked up.

Suddenly, seemingly despite the smoking engine, that terrifying high pitch whine of the Focke-Wulf flared to life as the plane suddenly nosed dived toward the deck. Rage. Pure, psychotic rage emanated from the cockpit as the aircraft came barreling toward the Anti Air positions the Jersey Devils had thrown up. The nose of the aircraft was alight as hundreds of rounds of hefty 30mm and 20mm cannons roared with fire. The "RedTail" strafed the positions, coming in shocking low and incredibly fast. Like a fast moving trench raider, the plane weaved from "cover" to cover, letting loose deadly barrages at every AA position in its path.

"You think a moment of cleverness will be enough? A taste of a potential victory...? Please... I bathe in victory, I feast upon its fruits and reap its rewards..... You will be erased!" Hanna spoke across open comms for the first time since she had been hit.

Turn the Tables



JD2 was close to getting a missile lock on Ken Yi, until being battered by well placed gunfire by the Scarlet Harlot the spluttering buzz of the machine's engine became louder as if it was crying out in pain from the damage it was dealt. The Jet pulled a very hard Half somersault to escape but stalled significantly on the way up. Larcen didn't need to think twice about launching a missile.

BRRRRLLLAMMM

The JD2 blew up as the missile struck the tail and ignited the probably leaking engine. Larcen exhaled sharply and radioed through to Alex.

You took a hard shot there, let me get on your wing and see if we cant get a quick repair.

The Pepper bird, slowed down and attempted to approach Alex getting his nano repair bots ready to board her plane.

Meanwhile Hajar had managed to drop some bombs around the anti air gunsite, and with a satisfying boom, 2 of the large flak guns exploded near an abandoned townhouse, bringing the building down with it. But a few more flak guns seem to reveal themselves from the surrounding area, shooting back at Hajar's Bomber, for about 12& damage. JD4 powered through some of the returning fire from the bomber had now locked on a long range homing missile and fired it at Hajar as she was peppered by flak.

Holy crap, Hajar you got a jersey devil lock, break! Try and shake it with the towers!

Hannah was on the warpath, and despite taking a heavy shot, it didnt stop her from reining all bullet hell on one of the higher placed flak guns, even with regular bullets Hannah was able to disable one of the guns, causing it to fall off of the tower and crushing the operating crew along with it. This caught the wicked JD6 ace's attention.

JD6:
Losing your composure are you? I would have thought the 'Queen of Queens' wouldn't be reckless enough to charge a flak gun, but I cant complain if it put you in a nice low altitude to swoop in on.

The mighty fighter jet began spraying short bursts at the Focke Wulf, almost toying with the plane, punching a few holes in either wing racking up around 14% damage. He was on her tail now and was deciding how he wanted to try and finish this plane off.

Larcen screamed down the radio signal.

Ken, we need you mate, get back in this fight and show them some of the shit we learned in flight school, Brooklyn is your territory, show these pricks why!!

Ken grunted in response to Larcen's call, pulling himself around and flying towards the Jersey Devil's ace.

"You think I'm just going to keep doing those old maneuvers? I don't think they taught anything like what I'm about to do, so you'd better grab some goddamn popcorn, limey!" He yelled into the radio, getting steadily louder as he got more and more excited. This was going to be awesome if it worked, and it seemed like there was little chance of it failing, unless the Devils had some serious flying skill, and aside from the ace, Ken hadn't seen any evidence of that.

Pushing his plane above the action but still tracking the ace, he temporarily deactivated his scanning computer, he wouldn't need it for what he was hoping to do.

"I wish I had an intercom, this would have been an awesome opportunity, oh well, I could always just flip him off..." He tossed up his middle finger with a smile. "Hopefully he saw that, whatever, it felt good enough by itself."

Then, with a flick of a switch and a press of a button, Ken's face lit up with a wide grin.

"EMP deployed! Stay outside a ten meter radius from me! Though if the Canadian wants to ignore me as usual, I wouldn't mind." If he was correct, the ace would be going down in a few seconds. Good thing too, the bastard was causing a little too much damage for Ken's tasted.

After letting off the EMP, he pulled the controls around, the Ace hadn't gone down, the EMP was fast, but not that fast, now he was heading towards JD4, though he hadn't gotten far in the short time that had passed since the EMP went off. Unfortunately, his rear gun was now deactivated, as it was on the outside of the plane, and thus not protected. Ken would have to pay more attention than ever if he wanted to ensure he didn't go down.

Meanwhile Hajar had managed to drop some bombs around the anti air gunsite, and with a satisfying boom, 2 of the large flak guns exploded near an abandoned townhouse, bringing the building down with it. But a few more flak guns seem to reveal themselves from the surrounding area, shooting back at Hajar's Bomber, for about 12& damage. JD4 powered through some of the returning fire from the bomber had now locked on a long range homing missile and fired it at Hajar as she was peppered by flak.

Holy crap, Hajar you got a jersey devil lock, break! Try and shake it with the towers!

Hajar threw her hands up in celebration, saying, "Yes!" to herself as she took down two of the gun emplacement with her bombing, only to see more anti air guns reveal themselves and shoot a few holes in her plane. Fortunately, Israfil's vitals were well protected, though she didn't like the sound of wind whistling through the holes. Then she heard Larcen's warning. "Fuck fuck fuck!" Hajar ran in circles for a bit. She had lined up her flight path nicely to maximize how many guns she would pass over and she didn't think Israfil was maneuverable enough to weave between buildings to evade the missile. Choosing to ignore the more senior pilot's suggestion, a decision she hoped she wouldn't regret later, Hajar ran to the back of her plane and took manual control of the tail gun, attempting to shoot down the oncoming missile, letting Israfil continue flying straight, essentially pilotless.

"He actually took the bait... It seems that these really are rats with fancier equipment." Hanna thought to herself with a smirk. She'd figured that this low life couldn't resist her plane being at low level, seemingly easy prey, however, it was now painfully apparent that her opponent had not faced her aircraft before. Combining the built up energy of the enemy plane and her already relatively slower air speed, she suddenly deployed airbrakes and pulled up slightly, before rolling the aircraft around while applying her rudder.

This caused the heavy duel engine aircraft to slow drastically, and hopefully roll over onto the faster enemy's tail. In one, beautiful, synchronized movement, she performed the aerial acrobatics to get on her combatant's tail, as if she had done in a thousand times...

Well... okay maybe not a thousand, but a great may eager Karlslanders met their burning graves thinking they got the one up on an attacker, only to be riddled with cannon sized holes.

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"EMP deployed! Stay outside a ten meter radius from me! Though if the Canadian wants to ignore me as usual, I wouldn't mind."

Alex gritted her teeth as Larcen flew up beside her, throttling back slowly to match his speed. The Harlot groaned and hissed at it's pilot in protest, but remained true to it's course. She levelled the aircraft off and let out a pained sigh as she lifted her off-hand from a once bleeding gut. The ace glanced over to Larcen and nodded appreciatively, before speaking into her radio in a rather pissed off tone.



Alex trailed off and let the radio fall silent as Larcen's nanobots clambered across her aircraft. With her bloodied hand she wrote "I'm hit" on the window of her cockpit facing the Pepperbird. Reaching down into the first aid kit mounted by her right leg, she took out a syringe of injection-based blood clotter and stabbed the ensemble into her thigh. It wasn't a perfect solution, but it would hold for now.

To Hell and Back

Larcen was able to line up pretty easily with Alex's Harlot and the nano repairs got to work, prioritising the most serious damage to the plane, Larcen was able to have direct remote control of the main nanobot so he could address the repairs himself.

Hmm looks like you took major damage to your air brakes, some minor leaking around the wing camber too, engine seems okay, if not a little overheated, when's the last time you had this thing serviced robins? I know maintencne isnt cheap, but you're NYC security now.....what AH SHIT, bloody hell Ken!

The nanobots managed to repair the Scarlet Harlot only by 8% Before Ken Yi's EMP struck and knocked all of his nanobots out. They didn't get a chance to tune each others weapons to friendly fire so Larcen was effected all the same as his nanobots stopped working and simply dropped off.

Fucking hell Ken, thats coming out of your pocket mate......what the fuck?

Brrratatatatatat

Before Larcen could finish ranting, the JD1 had peeled off from its patrol route with it's superior throttle and started spraying hard at Larcen, doing 25% damage to his craft and chewing up his tailwing. He punched the dashboard in anger and pulled a gutsy somersault, but because of his low air speed due to the repair attempt, his bird began to stall, he was out of the line of fire but vunerable as he fought for air balance.

Ummmm little help?! Alex? Hajar? Can you shake him off?!

Meanwhile Hajar had just successfully shot down a pursuing missile using her Rear Gun, the explosion was spectacular and the shockwave did a tiny 2% damage to the Bomber. The Flak Guns were in an awkward position and couldn't get a clear shot on the large craft but tried shooting in the general direction anyway for minor success, the bomber took a further 6% damage from some loose flak.

JD4 had turned his thrusts on to FULL and started to sprint away from Ken Yi, dipping in altitude and weaving round a large building where a flak gun was covering his path. The Flak Gun took a few shots at Ken Yi's Hu but they were wildly off the mark and only managed to graze for 3% damage. However the JD4 had now joined the pursuit against Hannah in the Focke Wulf and even though she had pulled a hard U-turn to evade the JD6's missile lock, she was now being tagged by 20mm cannon fire for a further 8% damage, there was now dark grey smoke coming from the Focke Wulf and the JD6 was pulling a tight rudder turn to re-engage.

"Fuck!"

Things hadn't exactly gone to plan. Ken's EMP had done nothing but harm their own chances, and now his target had drawn him over a flak gun. The explosion of flak and the sound of shrapnel connecting with his plane's hull made Ken flinch slightly as he directed his far slower plane after the escaping JD4, rolling behind a building to escape the flak gun.

I'm not gonna catch up.

Ken continued to push his plane onward, but it wasn't enough, his old plane was far too slow to catch the much newer fighter, so he stopped trying, and dove downwards.

This is gonna suck

Ken flew towards Larcen and his pursuer, pushing Hu as fast as she could go. Though that was far from the hardest he'd push her today. That would have to be right about now.

Ken pulled Hu up, avoiding going straight up to prevent a stall, but still at a great enough angle that it could still be a risk. He lined up his plane with the pursuing JD1, pulling past Larcen and his stalling plane as he did so. He gave the Brit a small salute, hoping that he managed to see it, before clenching the controls and pushing onwards. He gritted his teeth, fired a homing missile, and dove.

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Alex gritted her teeth as the EMP wave fried all the nanobots on her slightly crippled aircraft. Gunfire resonated through the air as Larcen got pounded by yet another Jersey Devil and Alex swore under her breath. That damn Scanner was getting on her nerves. If that’s how they trained pilots at the so called “academy”, she wasn’t sure that’s graduates should even be allowed to fly. So far all Ken had done was stir the pot and put his own life on the line for little, if any gain.

Ummmm little help?! Alex? Hajar? Can you shake him off?!

Alex whipped the Harlot around the buildings with wickedly tight turns, trying to get back on Hannah’s tail to take out the jets pursuing her. The spitfire’s engine roared and bordered on overheating, but remained under control for the moment. The blonde made a mental note to open the hood vents once she had made contact with the Devil’s ahead of her. With a practiced hand, Alex flew overtop of a high-level sky scraper and pulled the Harlot into a tight inside loop overtop, coming down onto the pair of JD jets from above. With a wicked grin, Alex gave them everything she had. In a flurry of combat, four dumbfire missiles were launched from the Harlot’s wings aimed ahead of the jets before she rolled in behind them and lit the pair up with machine gun fire.

Alex quickly hit the hood vent switch and let off the excess heat inside of the supercharged Rolls Royce engine before re-engaging with her machine guns.