Ace Combat: Redemption Dawn

[Nimbus]

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."

[Somebeing]

"You sure the air is clear?" A voice crackled throughout the cockpit. Recruit David Davidson was on his first assignment. He couldn't remember the true purpose of this mission, but all his Capt. told him was to "Follow his lead."

And follow he did. Escorting a AC130 gunship seemed easy enough, and so far, it was. Resting above cloud level, the five planes scanned the area. Nothin' but clouds.

Of course, his fellow squadmates kept their formation, while the recruit tried to do so. His flight swayed back and forth a little, once almost glazing the broadside of the gunship.

His hands were tensed, moist with sweat. He could feel it under his tight gloves. A "Fighting Falcon.", suited the name for both the jet and its purpose. It was a mulit-role, balanced fighter, and he was proud to fly such one.

"Something's on radar..." Another voice filled the loneliness inside the cockpit, other than the noise of the engines.

"Nah, quit your wining." A different voice ranged out through the private channel. "We've checked with the local airports. Nothing but clear skies with pluffs of clouds."

"...No...Wait..." His voiced was accompanied by static noise. "50...100...Oh god,"

"Bogeys! Twelve O'clock high!"

David perked up, his view adjusting to the blips ahead of them. It only took one millisecond for the whole crew to realize what they are.

"Oh- Bank Right!" The AC130 began its descent towards the clouds. "Flares! Flares!"

"Flares deployed!" A frightened voice began as multiple heat signatures were picked up behind the gunship. David counted them all. It wasn't enough.

"Bank right! God dammit!"

"Break off! Break off!"

Soon, the radio was filled with commands, mercy, and the sounds of death. Maybe...this was the end, this is-

No. He wasn't going to die today.

He banked off to the clouds below, the G-force managing to blur his vision, but not enough to bring him to sleep.

He could see the blips on his radar that showed his allies - gone.

Below the cloud level, he turned on his radio. On an open frequency, he screamed into his radio.

"Final 6-3!" He began. "What is going on out there!"

((Sorry bout me joining late. Sch00l.))

[Puynsi]

*static* Equinox here, Overseer I need ammo and repairs... and a new cockpit window... that tube almost ripped off my head, Im heading back to base to repairs and resupply and come back as soon as possible...
Post Merge
*static* Equinox here, Overseer I need ammo and repairs... and a new cockpit window... that tube almost ripped off my head, Im heading back to base to repairs and resupply and come back as soon as possible... *sees the bogeys* awww cmmon!
Overseer I will do what I can, no promises thought! *steers up the plane towards the bogeys*

[Dark Hooves]

DH: Roger, Raven flight we have orders to RTB.

Raven 2: Roger.

Raven 3: Solid copy Captain.

Raven flight starts flying back to base.

DH: Three MIGs confirmed down Raven 2, nice work. You too Raven 3, one more and you earn the title of ace.

Raven 2: Thank you sir.

Raven 3: Thanks Captain. I confirmed 4 downed MIGs for you sir.

DH: That makes fourteen for me.

//nice double post Puynsi XD

[Nimbus]

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?"

[Puynsi]

*static* dont worry Raven, been trought worse! *puts down with an artillery barrage 2 bogeys one after another*

(loved the merge, lets you do a before and after)

[Somebeing]

"Alone, sir."

And that's when he felt it. The calm of the storm. There was nothing accompaning him but the sounds of wind gushing against him and the engines humming behind him. It felt like minutes had passed before he heard a response come out of his radio.

[Puynsi]

*static* goodjob people... gotta get back...lets say that by 2 inches I didnt explode...*giggle*

[Nimbus]

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?"

[Puynsi]

*turns to reaper* want to graba a cup of coffe?... its on me.

[Dark Hooves]

Raven flight lands on the runway and parks their planes in the hangar.

DH: Sure.

Raven 2: Of course.

Raven 3: Why not.

DH: Make sure that you get those kill marks painted on your aircraft.

Raven 2 & 3: Yes Captain.

//it is Raven, not Reaper

[Somebeing]

"Um." He paused to check his fuel, only to realize that the meter was awfully moving fast...

"I've got a leak, sir." He stated. "Got a good 10 minutes left, then I'm drifting."

He slammed his fist towards the fuel indicator. This was it...

[Nimbus]

"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."

[Puynsi]

*steps inside the room* Then use those good 10 to land... sorry to interrupt captain... he can use the air friction... but we will net a net...

[Nimbus]

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."

[Somebeing]

"Yeah..." He said to himself. He stared into his radar, the purple symbol for an airport flashing infront of him. Something else caught his eyes.

"...I'm noticed." He said to himself. He raised his voice so the air traffic controller could hear.

"I've got two contacts, sir. Coming in at my high six. Could be scouting my recent position, sir."

He activated his gears as he came for a landing.

So close, just a few more kilometers.

[Puynsi]

*static* Cap... give te coordinates... now *Yagdra left the place a while ago and was already flying with his damaged F - 16

[Nimbus]

"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.)

[Puynsi]

*static* copy that Wendigo 1, time to get some revenge, lets just hope that the fuel tank doesnt explode! *laughts and starts making his way towards the fighters* Hello blockheads! *deploy the first set of flares to distract the fighters and then perfoms an machinegun sweep bringing down one of them*

[Somebeing]

"Aw-" No. Not another one was going to be in the hands of them.

"Final 6-3. Permission to assist, sir. I've got five minutes left. I can help."