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Messages - Nimbus

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Nimbus nodded. "You know where water is? Sounds good to me."
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Feisler switched on his targeting pod and turned towards the approaching TU-95 "Bear" bombers. "Targets are lased, Final, take the shot if you can."
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Nimbus shook his head, trying to make sure what he was seeing wasn't a mirage. Convinced it wasn't, he spoke.

"Right, let's go find the source of that light."
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Feisler popped his airbrakes and laid waste to two MiG-29s that had attempted to follow him. "I'm good, Equinox." He turned southwest, toward the approaching bombers, "but we're going to have some trouble on our hands if those bombers get to the base. Final Six Three, what's your status?"
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(Yep, you can do that.)
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"Go ahead and land," Feisler called, "rearm and get Raven flight up here as well. I'll keep the bombers off you."
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"Final 6-3," Feisler responded, "your priority is landing. That said, we have a ton of enemy fighters coming in. You have two minutes. Once you're on three minutes reserve you land."

Post Merge

"Aircraft in the pattern be advised," Tower said, "multiple bombers approaching behind the initial wave. They are your priority."
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"Then I suppose we're in the same boat," Nimbus said, coughing. "Did you see that burst of light a moment ago?"
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"Oh no..." Feisler whispered. There were two very distinct shapes coming in over the horizon- fighters- and they were headed for the aircraft on final. He raced back to his Mirage.

"How much fuel in here?" he asked.

"Thirty minutes," the maintenance officer nearby replied.

"I'm launching," Feisler said, climbing up and strapping himself in. As he prepared himself for takeoff, he activated his radar. More hits were coming in from the same direction as the other two planes. Things were about to get messy. Feisler punched his comm.

"Tower, Windigo One, I am taking off runway One Zero, emergency departure. Be advised, multiple contacts on radar."

The controller was now split between two tasks. He had a crippled plane on final, and another one requesting an emergency departure.

"Windigo One, cleared for taxi, takeoff no delay!"

Feisler punched his throttles and taxied forwards, heading for the runway. The F-16 was closer, but the other fighters were gaining. Without hesitation, he lit his burners and roared skyward, passing by the F-16 in the opposite direction as he turned.

"Yagdra, multiple contacts bearing Two Zero Zero, probable fighters."

Post Merge

(Just a heads-up, I'll be leaving for a night flight irl in about twenty minutes, so I won't be back until later. The RP can go on, but keep it focused on the air battle. I'll move the plot along when I get back.)
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Nimbus saw a bright flash in the distance and squinted his eyes. "What the hay?" He turned around and did a double take as he saw a pony nearby. The pony hadn't been there a second ago... right?

"Who are you and why am I out here?" Nimbus asked.
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Feisler was about to head inside himself when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye- a lone F-16 trailing smoke was making its way into the traffic pattern. Feisler set down his flight gear and stood, mesmerized. He'd never seen anything like it before. He'd fought today, seen death... but nothing drove the fact that things were going terribly wrong home like what he was seeing now. He found himself staring at the lone fighter, willing it to come down.

"Come on," he whispered, "you've got this."
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"Not good," the controller said off-frequency. He returned to the frequency and called back.

"Final, you are cleared for landing runway Two Seven. Traffic will be holding short for you... listen- you can do this."
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Feisler lined up with the runway, checking to make sure his localizer was set for an instrument landing. With the instrument reading correctly, he lowered his flaps and gear, coming in for a landing.

"Thank goodness we got down," he muttered, checking his fuel gauge, "I had about an hour left..."

...


Leren Tower was silent for a moment. It was clear to the controller what had happened, but he was at a loss for words. He'd always assumed that he would never experience war. Now here it was, staring him right in the face. Swallowing, he called Final back.

"Final, we confirm that you are alone. If able, divert to Leren Air Base. We'll take care of you. What's your fuel status?"
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Feisler turned his jet towards home, overcome with sadness. Hundreds of lives had been lost in the blink of an eye due to some new weapon, and there was nothing he could do but turn tail and go home. He tuned into the Leren Tower frequency and started his before landing checks.

(Somebeing, I have an idea for you. Can you get your aircraft to make a diversion to Leren Air Base? It'd help the plot tremendously)

A voice came over Davidson's channel.

"Final 6-3, Leren Tower. We confirmed multiple hostiles near your position. What's your status?"
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Nimbus coughed reddish dirt from his mouth as he sat upright, blinking in the blinding sunlight. Every inch of him felt caked with dry dust, and his throat felt like sandpaper. As his eyes adjusted to the glaring light, he looked around. He was standing in a desert, with a few mountains scattered to his left. While he didn't know where he was for sure, he knew it most certainly wasn't the Unicorn Range, where he last remembered flying around. Come to think of it, he realized, this strange place didn't even look like Equestria! He coughed and instantly regretted it as a sharp pain shot through his parched throat. He had to find water. Once he did that, perhaps he could finally look for some answers. Haltingly, he turned and walked towards the mountains in the distance, too tired to lift his wings. It was shaping up to be a long day.
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Overseer: "Raven 1, we are currently viewing satellite imagery from the launch location. Infrared picked up a heat signature, which was clocked at around mach 2 at low level. Definitely not a sub. Get back to base and prepare to launch again for ground attack. We're going to strike whatever this thing was back."
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(Will do, I'm still figuring out this forum...  X3 )

"Impact in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."

Feisler watched in horror as over a thousand rods tore through the air, ripping anything in their path to shreds. Enemy aircraft had already cleared out, but several friendlies had not moved fast enough, and were paying the price. Feisler had pulled clear with only seconds to spare.
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I'll get right on it, then!
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(I'll start posting music and mission titles soon)

Music:


Overseer: "projectiles two miles out, closing..."
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Farther away from the battlefield, the nondescript missiles streaked skyward from their launch point. Though no one knew it, each missile contained no less than four hundred tungsten rods, capable of creating a deadly rain on any target area. Anyone flying under the rods' impact point would be vaporized out of sheer impact force. The missiles continued their deadly arc, and at the apogee, split open, sending the rods cascading downward.

...

Feisler stood by as Overseer called back.

"Aircraft in the area, missiles just released an unfamiliar radar signature. It looks vaguely cloud-like. Advise you stay out of the cloud's path- we don't know what we're dealing with here."

Feisler checked his radar and sure enough, several fuzzy circular shapes were steadily spreading out over the fighters. He banked hard and punched full afterburner, pulling himself away as fast as he could.

"Evasive maneuvers," he called, "unknown ordinance inbound!"