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No problem bro. Slypheed did a decent job of keeping your character in the action and I was convinced that you two were doing collaborative posts so I didn't mind. Can't wait to see your post.
Ping! New post is up, the last of huge twists for a good while. From here on out, it's all hopefully smooth sailing.
Meanwhile, at twenty-thousand meters above Oured.
In the cockpit of the XB-70 Valkyrie, the two pilots felt almost suffocated by the number of meters, gauges and other indicators on the dashboard. Built before the era of glass-cockpits, the XB-70, with it's once state of the art design that still held up today, was a complicated beast to fly, but effective. Through the tinted glass of the cockpit, the pilot, dressed in a Yuktobanian Air Force uniform, could see only the blue skies. "Opening bay." his co-pilot, sitting to his left reported as he hit a switch. The pilot himself nodded as he held the black yoke, with a overhead view of the XB-70 on it. He refrained from speaking. At this altitude, speaking was difficult, even with an oxygen mask.
He heard the sounds of the bay opening, with a mechanical shudder. This Valkyrie, salvaged from a boneyard and refurbished just for this mission, had somewhat faulty sound-dampening, and the pilot could thus hear the sound of the aircraft's six engines rather well, but their roar steadily grew somewhat weaker as the pilot slowed the plane down to prepare to drop the nuclear bomb. Even with a high-speed endurance bomb such as the one they had been given for the mission, it was unsafe to drop the bomb at speeds over Mach two-point-six. After a minute or two, the plane had slowed down to the safe speed and his co-pilot readied to drop the bomb. "Dropping in thirty seconds." The pilot acknowledged this with a nod once again. As he counted down in his head, he let his eyes drift across the dashboard, checking that everything was ready.
He kept a calm scan as he looked over the indicators, but his eyes freezed when he looked at the radar screen. The man tilted his head quizzically as he noticed two green dots headed straight towards them. As he reached over to tap it, wondering if it was broken, his co-pilot reassured him. "They're probably below us. No one can get up this altitude." Though his mask was covering his mouth, the pilot could see that the other man was grinning. He chuckled then nodded, before sliding down the tinted goggles in preparation for the blinding flash when the bomb would destroy the city. His co-pilot began the count-down, "Five. Four. Three. Two. One-"
CRASH
The Valkyrie shuddered as it was impacted with what was most likely a missile. Immediately, it began to dive. "What the hell?!" This time, the pilot was the one to speak. As he recovered from the impact, he heard the roar of engines different to those of the Valkyrie and he looked up. Two MiG-31's, with black, white and yellow triangle roundels on their wings zoomed past, their gigantic engines spewing fire.
"Belkans?!" His co-pilot exclamed. The two planes flew off at a blistering speed away from the crippled Valkyrie before turning around. "Sir, we gotta eject. The bombing mechanism is toast. If we're lucky, the thing will explode with the bomb upon impact." The pilot nodded and readied himself by getting a better position before pulling the ejection lever. With a clang, the ejection capsule closed like a clamshell around him, almost crushing his right arm and a blast sent it flying upwards. Through the tiny window of the pod, he saw the Foxhounds fire their missiles and the Valkyrie explode. The nuclear weapon, unarmed, was sent flying off and would hit the ground to little effect...
Seven minutes earlier, Oured Bay.
A F-15S/MTD flew close to the water as it sped towards the Osean capital. Alongside it flew a mismatched formation of other F-15S/MTD's and Su-35's, along with an odd pair of MiG-31 interceptors readying to fly upwards to meet the supersonic bomber. Looking to his left, Major Dustin Zondervan, the pilot of the centermost F-15's eyes met with those of the closest Su-35's. The female pilot gave him a thumbs-up and he took to the radio to give orders to the Belkan Air Force flight. "Alright. We've discussed what we'll be doing here on the way, but I'll recap. Lili, take Wichianmat Squadron and take down the enemy still in the city." The female pilot gave a polite 'roger' in confirmation. "Wolf Team, head up and destroy the XB-70 before it can drop its payload. Finally, Templar Squadron and I will head off to clear the fighters around the flying antiques. Understood?" The radio was saturated by confirmations and Zondervan smiled before giving the final word. "Let's do this! Operation, begin!"
The formation then broke up. The two Foxhounds roared upwards, their afterburners creating streams of flame behind them and the Flankers, all painted white with grey accents and lightly blue tinted cockpits, similar to the colors of Siamese cats rolled over to head towards the city. The white and grey colored F-15's triggered their afterburners to get over to their allies in Peace Sparrow, who as of yet had no idea they had been reinforced. Within moments, the formation had split up and fire had once again opened up in the skies above the Osean capital. Far below, those who hadn't yet gotten to shelter stood in the streets, watching in awe as the Flankers chased down and easily destroyed the stragglers and as the Foxhounds rocketed upwards to meet the deadly sparkle miles above them.
It only took a minute for Templar Squadron to reach the enemies that were considered a threat to their allies; a group of ten Su-27's that had arrived right as the order had been given to retreat and were as such not included in Peace Sparrow's briefing. Zondervan kept his distance from the smoking A-7, as to not bring it into danger and set his sights on a close-flying pair of Flankers. Switching to SAAM's, he kept them within the aiming circle displayed on his HUD and fired and his allies did the same. With a bang, the formation was ripped apart, leaving only four Flankers to fight their own Eagles. However, it was clear that the Belkans had the advantage as the Yuktobanian aircraft moved to retaliate, with their thrust-vectoring engines and canards making it easy to outflank the somewhat basic fighters.
At the same moment, Captain Liane Suchenwirth, or "Lili", as her comrades preferred to call her, finished off a crippled MiG-21 that had been left heavily damaged after the dogfight with Peace Sparrow. She fired the thirty-millimeter cannon and the Fishbed burst into flames within seconds. Counting "one" in her head, the Belkan woman then moved to chase down a group of Harriers that were slowly attempting to escape. Another plane of Wichianmat pulled alongside her and she gave its pilot a nod before the pair moved in to finish off the Harriers with their missiles. Each destroyed two of the four Harriers before turning around to look for more targets. When their search turned out fruitless, they reported over radio to the rest of the BAF flight. "This is Wichianmat-One. The city is clear. How's things with you, Templar?"
Over the suburbs to the east, Dustin nodded before answering. "Peace Sparrow is safe. Wolf, I hope that bomber's down? I'd hate for this all to be for nothing!" As if response, an explosion could be seen high above and flaming bits of shrapnel and debris came falling down.
"We're good. We'll stay up here for awhile just in case there's more and then we'll meet up with you for refueling." A rough voice, that of Wolf Team's leader, Captain Franz Chattam responded and Dustin let out a breath of relief. Setting his radio to the frequency that he had been told Peace Sparrow would be on, he then spoke to the weary pilots.
"Peace Sparrow, this is Major Dustin Zondervan, of the Belkan Air Force, Seventh Air Division, Twenty-first Tactical Fighter Squadron "Templar", with Fortieth TFS "Wichianmat" and Tenth Interceptor Unit "Wolf", all under NUN orders. The airspace is secure, nuclear threat eliminated. We shall escort you to get refueled and we'll lead you to new basing. Can you refuel alright? We can land at the nearby CAC base if repairs are essential, but I'd prefer not to waste anytime. The new base is a bit far."
In the cockpit of the XB-70 Valkyrie, the two pilots felt almost suffocated by the number of meters, gauges and other indicators on the dashboard. Built before the era of glass-cockpits, the XB-70, with it's once state of the art design that still held up today, was a complicated beast to fly, but effective. Through the tinted glass of the cockpit, the pilot, dressed in a Yuktobanian Air Force uniform, could see only the blue skies. "Opening bay." his co-pilot, sitting to his left reported as he hit a switch. The pilot himself nodded as he held the black yoke, with a overhead view of the XB-70 on it. He refrained from speaking. At this altitude, speaking was difficult, even with an oxygen mask.
He heard the sounds of the bay opening, with a mechanical shudder. This Valkyrie, salvaged from a boneyard and refurbished just for this mission, had somewhat faulty sound-dampening, and the pilot could thus hear the sound of the aircraft's six engines rather well, but their roar steadily grew somewhat weaker as the pilot slowed the plane down to prepare to drop the nuclear bomb. Even with a high-speed endurance bomb such as the one they had been given for the mission, it was unsafe to drop the bomb at speeds over Mach two-point-six. After a minute or two, the plane had slowed down to the safe speed and his co-pilot readied to drop the bomb. "Dropping in thirty seconds." The pilot acknowledged this with a nod once again. As he counted down in his head, he let his eyes drift across the dashboard, checking that everything was ready.
He kept a calm scan as he looked over the indicators, but his eyes freezed when he looked at the radar screen. The man tilted his head quizzically as he noticed two green dots headed straight towards them. As he reached over to tap it, wondering if it was broken, his co-pilot reassured him. "They're probably below us. No one can get up this altitude." Though his mask was covering his mouth, the pilot could see that the other man was grinning. He chuckled then nodded, before sliding down the tinted goggles in preparation for the blinding flash when the bomb would destroy the city. His co-pilot began the count-down, "Five. Four. Three. Two. One-"
CRASH
The Valkyrie shuddered as it was impacted with what was most likely a missile. Immediately, it began to dive. "What the hell?!" This time, the pilot was the one to speak. As he recovered from the impact, he heard the roar of engines different to those of the Valkyrie and he looked up. Two MiG-31's, with black, white and yellow triangle roundels on their wings zoomed past, their gigantic engines spewing fire.
"Belkans?!" His co-pilot exclamed. The two planes flew off at a blistering speed away from the crippled Valkyrie before turning around. "Sir, we gotta eject. The bombing mechanism is toast. If we're lucky, the thing will explode with the bomb upon impact." The pilot nodded and readied himself by getting a better position before pulling the ejection lever. With a clang, the ejection capsule closed like a clamshell around him, almost crushing his right arm and a blast sent it flying upwards. Through the tiny window of the pod, he saw the Foxhounds fire their missiles and the Valkyrie explode. The nuclear weapon, unarmed, was sent flying off and would hit the ground to little effect...
Seven minutes earlier, Oured Bay.
A F-15S/MTD flew close to the water as it sped towards the Osean capital. Alongside it flew a mismatched formation of other F-15S/MTD's and Su-35's, along with an odd pair of MiG-31 interceptors readying to fly upwards to meet the supersonic bomber. Looking to his left, Major Dustin Zondervan, the pilot of the centermost F-15's eyes met with those of the closest Su-35's. The female pilot gave him a thumbs-up and he took to the radio to give orders to the Belkan Air Force flight. "Alright. We've discussed what we'll be doing here on the way, but I'll recap. Lili, take Wichianmat Squadron and take down the enemy still in the city." The female pilot gave a polite 'roger' in confirmation. "Wolf Team, head up and destroy the XB-70 before it can drop its payload. Finally, Templar Squadron and I will head off to clear the fighters around the flying antiques. Understood?" The radio was saturated by confirmations and Zondervan smiled before giving the final word. "Let's do this! Operation, begin!"
The formation then broke up. The two Foxhounds roared upwards, their afterburners creating streams of flame behind them and the Flankers, all painted white with grey accents and lightly blue tinted cockpits, similar to the colors of Siamese cats rolled over to head towards the city. The white and grey colored F-15's triggered their afterburners to get over to their allies in Peace Sparrow, who as of yet had no idea they had been reinforced. Within moments, the formation had split up and fire had once again opened up in the skies above the Osean capital. Far below, those who hadn't yet gotten to shelter stood in the streets, watching in awe as the Flankers chased down and easily destroyed the stragglers and as the Foxhounds rocketed upwards to meet the deadly sparkle miles above them.
It only took a minute for Templar Squadron to reach the enemies that were considered a threat to their allies; a group of ten Su-27's that had arrived right as the order had been given to retreat and were as such not included in Peace Sparrow's briefing. Zondervan kept his distance from the smoking A-7, as to not bring it into danger and set his sights on a close-flying pair of Flankers. Switching to SAAM's, he kept them within the aiming circle displayed on his HUD and fired and his allies did the same. With a bang, the formation was ripped apart, leaving only four Flankers to fight their own Eagles. However, it was clear that the Belkans had the advantage as the Yuktobanian aircraft moved to retaliate, with their thrust-vectoring engines and canards making it easy to outflank the somewhat basic fighters.
At the same moment, Captain Liane Suchenwirth, or "Lili", as her comrades preferred to call her, finished off a crippled MiG-21 that had been left heavily damaged after the dogfight with Peace Sparrow. She fired the thirty-millimeter cannon and the Fishbed burst into flames within seconds. Counting "one" in her head, the Belkan woman then moved to chase down a group of Harriers that were slowly attempting to escape. Another plane of Wichianmat pulled alongside her and she gave its pilot a nod before the pair moved in to finish off the Harriers with their missiles. Each destroyed two of the four Harriers before turning around to look for more targets. When their search turned out fruitless, they reported over radio to the rest of the BAF flight. "This is Wichianmat-One. The city is clear. How's things with you, Templar?"
Over the suburbs to the east, Dustin nodded before answering. "Peace Sparrow is safe. Wolf, I hope that bomber's down? I'd hate for this all to be for nothing!" As if response, an explosion could be seen high above and flaming bits of shrapnel and debris came falling down.
"We're good. We'll stay up here for awhile just in case there's more and then we'll meet up with you for refueling." A rough voice, that of Wolf Team's leader, Captain Franz Chattam responded and Dustin let out a breath of relief. Setting his radio to the frequency that he had been told Peace Sparrow would be on, he then spoke to the weary pilots.
"Peace Sparrow, this is Major Dustin Zondervan, of the Belkan Air Force, Seventh Air Division, Twenty-first Tactical Fighter Squadron "Templar", with Fortieth TFS "Wichianmat" and Tenth Interceptor Unit "Wolf", all under NUN orders. The airspace is secure, nuclear threat eliminated. We shall escort you to get refueled and we'll lead you to new basing. Can you refuel alright? We can land at the nearby CAC base if repairs are essential, but I'd prefer not to waste anytime. The new base is a bit far."
Waiting for a post from Slypheed and then I'll do a post to move things along. At the moment, things are extremely linear so it doesn't matter much if a few players don't post. However, with the upcoming third mission and the on-base interactions before that, I'd prefer that people remain active.
Sorry, I'm afraid Orangina is the best in this situation.
...pepsi?
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Anticlimactic.
Training exercises could be described with many words, but 'anticlimactic' was the one that came to Raisa's head at this moment. Typically, when a large rocket or mortar strike was fired during a mission, it was quite the exciting event, as the ground shook from explosions, dust and debris was kicked up and enemies were blown to bits. However, in training missions, in which dismembering OPFOR GEARS was typically frowned upon, training shells were used, which kicked up dust and made a somewhat believable 'boom', but lacked the destructive nature of real shells. Instead of arms and weapons flying off in multiple directions, the members and other functions of the targeted armor simply ceased operation if they were considered to be "damaged" by the computers.
Nonetheless, it was still a rather satisfying sight. There was still the whistling of the shells as they went through the air and the blasting off in the distance that translated over to training without any problems and for that, Raisa was glad. Shortly after the strike, Blade fired his own mortars, further "damaging" the already shaken enemy. Upon connection of the shells, he issued her an order; "Raisa, suppress the far end of the convoy.", he said as his GEAR moved through the sparse cover, firing its autocannon and head-mounted guns as it moved. Raisa moved her own machine alongside it, taking potshots at the convoy with her wrist-mounted fifteen millimeter cannon and she responded as she moved towards a piece of cover where she would have a better shot on the rear of the convoy.
"Understood! Unlock primary weapon!" In response to her voice command, her GEAR unlocked the Avto-30 cannon from its attachment to her right shoulder. Inside the cockpit, she made a movement as if reaching for the weapon and "gripped" it as she "felt" it in her hand. In reality, she wasn't actually touching it, but thanks to the high synchronization between her pilot's suit and the GEAR's sensors, Raisa was given tactile, pressure and even miothermic feedback, allowing her to easily use the weapon without having to default to preset movements for reloading, firing or other actions and giving a tenfold boost in efficiency. Though, and to her delight, it seemed that the rest of her comrades were familiar enough with the systems of their GEARS that their efficiency in using their weapons, even in older GEARS, was just about as good as herself.
Leaning over the cover and with her rifle in hand, she took aim at the far-end of the convoy. A crosshair and other aiming assists were brought up onto her HUD as she centered the rifle and when she was sure that she would be effective in firing, she pulled the trigger. Anticlimactic her earlier remark came up once again as she felt the significantly lower kick and recoil of her rifle thanks to the training ammunition. If she had to compare it to something, she could say it was as if she was using the Avto-15 and not the Avto-30 that she was "holding" in "her" hands. Nonetheless, it seemed effective as shots were landed on the enemy. A shot to side of a technical caused it to stop firing and another to a GEAR's leg caused it to seize up and fall over; a rather comical sight.
Raisa stifled a laugh at this as she continued to lay down suppressive fire, the digital ammo-counter on the rifle quickly going down. Within a few seconds, she had reached zero, with made the rifle automatically eject the large magazine and she brought her GEAR back down behind the cover. She used her right hand to reach for another from her left shoulder-mounted ammo-carrier and once she had grabbed the first one that fell into her hand, she slotted it into the rifle and it cocked automatically. Once again, she rised and began to fire, until most of the dangers at the far-end had been defeated, save for an obsolete APC and light tank. Raisa dove into a cover with a better view on these two targets, both of them firing at her, causing the dust to kick up around her machine's feet as she moved and the shells from the tank shaking the ground.
When she reached the cover, she placed her rifle back on her back and leaned out from behind the cover, aiming her Flanker's right wrist at the convoy. "Fire HVSS/SA missiles." A chime from her helmet indicated that the voice command was understood and a locking indicator appeared on her HUD. For some reason, however, the locking took more time than usual and the firing of the two vehicles came dangerously close to her. Panicking, she fired without a lock and two missiles flew haphazardly towards the vehicles. One went straight into the light-tank, "destroying" it, but the other exploded harmlessly in the dirt. The APC continued firing at her and she couldn't risk breaking cover to finish it off. "Raisa here. I've eliminated most threats at the rear of the convoy, but an APC has me pinned down. Requesting assistance." She reported over comms as the thirty-five millimeter shells of the APC's autocannon thumped against her cover.
Training exercises could be described with many words, but 'anticlimactic' was the one that came to Raisa's head at this moment. Typically, when a large rocket or mortar strike was fired during a mission, it was quite the exciting event, as the ground shook from explosions, dust and debris was kicked up and enemies were blown to bits. However, in training missions, in which dismembering OPFOR GEARS was typically frowned upon, training shells were used, which kicked up dust and made a somewhat believable 'boom', but lacked the destructive nature of real shells. Instead of arms and weapons flying off in multiple directions, the members and other functions of the targeted armor simply ceased operation if they were considered to be "damaged" by the computers.
Nonetheless, it was still a rather satisfying sight. There was still the whistling of the shells as they went through the air and the blasting off in the distance that translated over to training without any problems and for that, Raisa was glad. Shortly after the strike, Blade fired his own mortars, further "damaging" the already shaken enemy. Upon connection of the shells, he issued her an order; "Raisa, suppress the far end of the convoy.", he said as his GEAR moved through the sparse cover, firing its autocannon and head-mounted guns as it moved. Raisa moved her own machine alongside it, taking potshots at the convoy with her wrist-mounted fifteen millimeter cannon and she responded as she moved towards a piece of cover where she would have a better shot on the rear of the convoy.
"Understood! Unlock primary weapon!" In response to her voice command, her GEAR unlocked the Avto-30 cannon from its attachment to her right shoulder. Inside the cockpit, she made a movement as if reaching for the weapon and "gripped" it as she "felt" it in her hand. In reality, she wasn't actually touching it, but thanks to the high synchronization between her pilot's suit and the GEAR's sensors, Raisa was given tactile, pressure and even miothermic feedback, allowing her to easily use the weapon without having to default to preset movements for reloading, firing or other actions and giving a tenfold boost in efficiency. Though, and to her delight, it seemed that the rest of her comrades were familiar enough with the systems of their GEARS that their efficiency in using their weapons, even in older GEARS, was just about as good as herself.
Leaning over the cover and with her rifle in hand, she took aim at the far-end of the convoy. A crosshair and other aiming assists were brought up onto her HUD as she centered the rifle and when she was sure that she would be effective in firing, she pulled the trigger. Anticlimactic her earlier remark came up once again as she felt the significantly lower kick and recoil of her rifle thanks to the training ammunition. If she had to compare it to something, she could say it was as if she was using the Avto-15 and not the Avto-30 that she was "holding" in "her" hands. Nonetheless, it seemed effective as shots were landed on the enemy. A shot to side of a technical caused it to stop firing and another to a GEAR's leg caused it to seize up and fall over; a rather comical sight.
Raisa stifled a laugh at this as she continued to lay down suppressive fire, the digital ammo-counter on the rifle quickly going down. Within a few seconds, she had reached zero, with made the rifle automatically eject the large magazine and she brought her GEAR back down behind the cover. She used her right hand to reach for another from her left shoulder-mounted ammo-carrier and once she had grabbed the first one that fell into her hand, she slotted it into the rifle and it cocked automatically. Once again, she rised and began to fire, until most of the dangers at the far-end had been defeated, save for an obsolete APC and light tank. Raisa dove into a cover with a better view on these two targets, both of them firing at her, causing the dust to kick up around her machine's feet as she moved and the shells from the tank shaking the ground.
When she reached the cover, she placed her rifle back on her back and leaned out from behind the cover, aiming her Flanker's right wrist at the convoy. "Fire HVSS/SA missiles." A chime from her helmet indicated that the voice command was understood and a locking indicator appeared on her HUD. For some reason, however, the locking took more time than usual and the firing of the two vehicles came dangerously close to her. Panicking, she fired without a lock and two missiles flew haphazardly towards the vehicles. One went straight into the light-tank, "destroying" it, but the other exploded harmlessly in the dirt. The APC continued firing at her and she couldn't risk breaking cover to finish it off. "Raisa here. I've eliminated most threats at the rear of the convoy, but an APC has me pinned down. Requesting assistance." She reported over comms as the thirty-five millimeter shells of the APC's autocannon thumped against her cover.
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Meanwhile, my character is about as flat as a board. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
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Turns out I had a lot more work than I expected. I'll post tomorrow, sorry for the wait!
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Cartwright said
Can't wait to see how this develops. Am I deciding where the base is and what the conditions of hostages/defenses are?
Repeating it for Cartsy. ;P
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