Sauron The Dark Lord

Across Broken Skies [Ace Combat inspired RP]

After being ordered to stand at ease by his Ariella, Excalibur one, he'd just realized that the way of the EU was far different than that of the Soviet, Russian. Never the less he rushed to his Albino MiG-25 and, as quickly as before, blitzed up the stairs and into the cockpit, reviewing everything as he ran around his aircraft to reach the staircase. Once he landed in his seat he slowly went over the checklist, the checklist is the most important thing a pilot can do, no malfunctions were allowed now, not in the machine, not in the people riding and controlling these monsters of war. He finished just in time with his pair, leading him to fire up the engines, and slowly tax up behind her, following her until he came onto the runway, where he rolled up behind her and turned on the breaks of the landing gear, stopping straight besides Excalibur 5.

Radioing to the radiotower, as well as his own team. ''Excalibur 6 taking off.'' He spoke in his rather broken english, Russian accent. Once he felt the landing gears lifting off the ground he found himself in a stable, but slow climb towrads the assigned climbing height, he followed Excalibur 5 until the time to form up in formation came upon him. He slowly glided into formation whilst still firing up and reaching the designated altitude. Soon they reached their designated altitude and spoke up over the squadron wide coms. ''Excalibur 6 at angels 10 and leveling.'' Soon he'd been breached by designation Overwatch, it was alerting, the bombers had seemingly already launched some of their cargo and the situation seemed grim and rightly so. After having been breached, and well into their cruise Excalibur One gave everyone their designations, just like Vladimir would've thought, Himself and Excalibur 5 would be assigned Cruise Missile duty, hunting it down and finishing it off would be crucial, and this was yet another time that he would hate the fact that he didn't have the manuverability of a greater generation aircraft, or the incredible speed of his MiG-99, it was nothing he was allowed to speak of publicly, but mind reading wasn't existant, yet.

''Solid copy Excalibur One, Excalibur 6 banking left to engage pursuit of cruise missile.'' According to the information he'd been given and moved accordingly, the time it'd take for him to drop to low height from his angels 10 cruise it'd take some time, not only to drop but also turn around accordingly. He'd have to begin already now in order to come into a good pursuit position. ''Excalibur 5, this is Excalibur 6. I take the primary mssile, you deal with the secondary. Deal, over.'' Vladimir was scanning the area, most certainly the ground which was slowly approaching him, he'd slowed down and decided to take on an elliptical turn which would take him into a pursuit run.The cruise missile had been visible on the radar for a fair while and was approaching Vladimir's wished position.

Now, he'd finished the turn and was now going into a slow dive, accelerating his speed immensly, thanks to the upgrades he wouldn't have to worry about any malfunctions in the engines and even accelerated further. He was starting to approach firing range, ''Praise Russia...'' He said to himself as he started to see the the cruise missile with his own two eyes, he glanced over towards Excalibur 5, more inorder to update himself on the status of his fly-mate, than anything else.

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Coolios.

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Best of luck with that, Silver.

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I am grateful for your compliments.

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Inside the Mess Hall there was an enormous sortiment of people from all over the EU and even some outside of the UN's borders. Vladimir was one of the many personal equipped to this military base, he was sitting casually by his table, all to his lonesome. Being the only Russian person on the base, at least to Vladimir's knowledge he would sit alone, it didn't hurt him or touch him to any extent due to the fact that he was raised in Russia, following the Russian way of military development. He had no worries, he had ripped himself of most of the emotional connection's he'd normally had to the best of his ability and the only thing he was doing right now was going over the personal files for Excalibur flight, which he had been assigned to. He spotted a match between two Israeli pilots rather quickly, he found another match between another two pilots, Everett and Zola, one African and another one from Singapore. He saw another pair, they were apparently brothers. Vladimir was surprised by the number of pairs, however he didn't care as long as they would do their work, just like he would. A machine is what they need to be, a machine who's every single cog and gear works in perfect tune, no error's allowed, one single delay could cost unreplacable damage.

He had taken one cup of tea, the UK delicacy, as they told him back in Russia. This would be the first time he'd tasted tea from the UK. He never actually took anything else other than one sip of tea from his cup, he was so engrossed into the plentiful paper's he'd been given at his own arrival, he, as an information and control freak, simply had to know EVERYTHING which he had been given the ability to know. But of course, there had to be that one moment where his reading would be disturbed, but this time for good reason. The base alarm had been raised and he'd spotted two, no, three people of his flight moved out of the mess hall as fast as they humanly could in this crowded environment. Vladimir blitzed out from his table and out of the mess hall, just like anyone else.

As a Russian he'd been trained in incredibly rough areas and environments, with a saddening lack of military funding, he'd almost perfected the art's of putting on his necessary high speed piloting equippment and he was in and out almost like a lightning bolt, without a second thought he left the pilot's equippment area and walked out onto the tarmac which held the sleeping demons, or angels if you rather, of war. With the helmet under his arm and side by side with his hips, he walked in a very disciplined manner up to the Excalibur flight's leading figure, one of the two Israeli's he'd spotted in the documents. Once at the necessary 4.5 meter distance from his superior he stopped abruptly and instantly saluted by bringing up his right arm and placing it just infront of his forehead. ''Colonel Ariella Yosef, Major Vladimir Alexandrov at your command.'' He remained at a salut until he'd be ordered otherwise, he knew, as he walked up to his commanding officer, that the Albino MiG-25 2018 stood almost right next to the colonel's own, personal aircraft.

As he stood still the detail's which were encased within the files and document's were flying about in his mind, mentally mapping them and describing anything with a need of description, such as weapons of any kind and their ammunition's. As a member of the Russian information gathering squadron, he'd developed a thing for information, further from what he'd already had, and the result was an almost self created photographic memory.

He stared into the eyes of his superior, a typical behaviour he'd found in the Russian air force intelligence squadron and something he'd unknowingly grabbed onto, her eyes were showing sign's of eagerness and nervosity. He tried his best to filter the raid alarm's as far out of his brain as possible, however serving his time in Russia he'd seen his fair share of airbase damage and raids, however this would be another one amongst the very few times he'd participated in them, as well as the first time he'd fly the MiG-25 2018 issued to him by the motherland as a possible reserve aircraft to support the motherland in this dire crisis, as well as equipped with certain European mods and tweaks.

The Russian stone face policy would remain present with Vladimir, he is the result of the average Russian military training, a brutal soldier with a lack of humanity, but still his fair share of drawbacks, overconfidence, patriotism, photographic memory, night terrors, lack of sleep, and an entirely other set of drawbacks. With military suicide in Russia peaking the charts globally it's quite certain that military training in Russia is rough.

The thought of war was hovering in the background of his thought's, however he tried to not think of it too much and simply do his duties.

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Ohkay.

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Never had a relationship.

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Rommel is amongst the most respected ww2 generals in history, not only by germans but by both sides.

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Tomato turtle.