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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 27, 2007 22:41:10 GMT -5
Vector and sector are the same in militaryish terms. Like, you'll hear 'cover yur vector,' as much as,'cover your secotr', though your probably right, I'll change it anyways. Thanks.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Feb 1, 2007 19:06:50 GMT -5
The comm clicked and protruded form the small box came a muffle of static before the ragged voice broke the interference,"Ok, the radar field is on radar. Sink to 1000 feet now." The ships submerged deeper into the air. The C-130's wing lights were off, and the blaze of the nearby jet engines lessened with intensity. The hooks were secure, and everyone was in their positions.
They flew slowly under the field. The scorch of the jet fires were hardly visible, if they continues this way, they would get through the field without any trouble. From that point, the comm was silent, and the airspace around them was soundless. Good. Marcus was soaring about 800 feet from sea level. However, the ground was much closer because they had entered a highlands. The cable swayed on occasion, whacking to and fro violently before returning to slumber. That's what it was like, it was like the world was sleeping. Every element.
They passed the field and relief surged through Marcus's once tense muscles. Know it was safe to talk. "Alright team, well done. The name is Gerald, and for those of you who don't know, I am your boss." Marcus was used to his commanders being switched often. He liked his new leader. "Ok, Intel shows that there is a airfield ahead, about 350 clicks northwest. The field is secured by the indigenous tribesman. However, they were trained, so don't expect to see spears and tomahawks when we land. The c1's need fuel, and no one has a a fuel probe, and I'm not keen in calling in a galaxy to ride through the radar fields to fuel the tanks."
Marcus had kept an eye on the radar and an ear on the announcement. There was a disturbance in the radar as at least 30 red blips entered the black screen. The green laser scanning the radar swept the dots area with every beat of Marcus's heart. Now, it was war. "They have a lot of suppli-" Marcus interjected, "Sir, we got some bogie's approaching from the west."
"Alright, seniors, fly with me, the others, escort the c1's to the field, and make sure the precious cargo is kept safe." Of course the commander was talking about the bombs and weapons in the c-130's weapons hold that would rain destruction on the enemy.
A foreign accented voice said aloud on the comm, "Identify yourself." How had they gotten into the channel?! It was a phenomenon, it was impossible to find the frequency of the U.S. squadron's comm channel. Marcus knew that the commander had to come up with something, and fast. The planes were halfway across the radar map, and they were coming into view. "Identify or be destroyed..."
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Post by Dagothkitty on Feb 2, 2007 15:50:49 GMT -5
Me and Uesugi were the only ones that commented here.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Feb 2, 2007 17:54:05 GMT -5
The foes had had enough. Their was no response to their questions, even through the minutes that has passed before the fist contact. Already, they had passed each other two times. Marcus was worried that the next run would be a little more rough. "Alright, I switched the frequencies, and we are now on a secure channel. Feel free to speak." The tech specialist announced through the comm with a bit of self confidence in the tone.
"They are closing in commander, requesting to open fire."
"Roger, I'm puzzled as to why they have not fired upon us already, the war has already been declared."
"Roger." A trio of acknowledgments said through the comm. "Give them hell boys, as they will try to do the same t you." The squad of 17 senior airmen came into a line formation, cutting through the air like a blade. The rest of the squad was leaving the radar range. "I have a lock..... Fox Two." The missile launched from under the wing of the F-18's, soaring precisely to it's target. White smoke trailed behind it, it rocketed through the air at an unbelievable speed. The Target tried to evade, nut exploded into a cloud of debris and fire before it could respond to the threat. Marcus's lock-on detector buzzed. They had a lock on him. Some of the F-18's, Marcus's included, pulled up and out of the formation, in an attempt to evade the first volley. Most were dumb rockets, others were evaded with unmatched skill. The missile whirled passed Marcus's jet visor, leaving him blind in a short line of smoke.
The battle was already in play. Both forces curved at extreme angles, to and fro, dodging some, and some being cast into oblivion. The night sky was dotted with clouds of fire. Marcus Achieved a lock on an enemy, he was bending right, and Marcus followed on his tail. He noticed a green dot extremely close to him on his radar, which had a red blip behind it. "Come on..." Marcus whimpered between clenched teeth, churning the control stick and the fire control. He had the lock, and he fired. At that moment, he flew up, performing a roll, as the comrades plane flew incredibly fast merely one hundred feet away. "Yeeeehaw!" Marcus could here his fellow airmen scream through the comm. Marcus's machine guns erupted into an every-point-second flash, the bullets pouncing at the chaser of his soldier. One shot clipped the top of the engine. Smoke erupted as a panel flew off, revealing the engine. In this time, Marcus acquired a lock, "Fox two!" The missile roared at the engine, and it received the foe before anything could be done. It swayed in a rampage as the pilot lost control of his vessel. The engines burst, leaving the disabled ship plummet towards the dark earth. The skies grew quoter as the rest of his squad finished the rest of the enemies.
"Report!" Gerald ordered through the comm. "what's the teams status?!" His concern revealing itself. Marcus glanced at his radar while entering a few commands to his vessel. The life lines didn't look to good. Most of the planes were in the bright yellow, indicating that they had been clipped. However, the flat line of red indicating death scrolled along by the side of some names.
"Senior Airmen Elway, KIA, Senior Airmen Chahotey, KIA, Sergeant Wells, KIA." Marcus responded dreadfully to his commander. The CO must have known, he just must have been wanted to have been proved wrong.
Damnit!..... Is this war worth the lives of these great men.....?" They all knew the answer, but none responded. This was a grim day indeed.
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Post by Maliku on Feb 3, 2007 0:40:10 GMT -5
Good work Dagoth. Sorry for not commenting earlier.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Feb 3, 2007 19:23:29 GMT -5
It's ok. I know two another person who is reading this also, so it's not so bad.
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