close air support part one
2235 hrs Low orbit over Aerilon
Achillies flew his viper in low orbit over a large storm that was pounding the training area. The storm had been raging for five hours now, but that didn't stop the training. War didn't seem to care about the weather, not even war games he thought as he checked the Dradus for any contacts. Seeing nothing his eyes drifted back to the storm.
"This is Ranger 223 to any colonial forces. We have been cut off from strike force 1. I say again, we have been cut off from strike force 1 and need air immediate support. We are under heavy enemy fire and are unable to fall back. Can anyone read me?" A voice said over the howling wind and weapons fire
"Ranger 223, this is Achilies. I read you. Give me your sit. rep. and grid coordinates." Achilies said
"Achillies, Ranger 223. We are an advanced patrol for strike force 1. Thirty minutes ago we were engaged by heavy enemy forces at grid 115813 and were cut off. We have wounded and are unable to fall back. Evac Raptors can not approach under enemy fire. We are danger close and could be over run. Can you assist?" Ranger 223 said in a tired and stressed sounding voice.
Achillies looked at the storm one last time. He didn't really want to fly through that crap for a training exercise, but his father had always told him that you play like you practice. Jamming the throttle forward, Achillies was pushed back in his seat as the Vipers three engines burst to life. Pulling back on the stick, the viper flew into the atmosphere and then the storm.
"Roger that Ranger 223. Achillies is bringing the thunder. ETA 7 minutes." Achillies said.