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Close air support part two
2246 Aerilon war games
Lightning flashed around it as the lone Viper screamed through the clouds towards the deck. In the cockpit, the roar of the wind and the thunder melded with the sound of the Vipers three engines as Achillies fought the storm for control of his space/air superiority fighter. Bursting through the clouds at 800 feet the Viper continued to hurtle towards the forested ground like a comet. A smile crossed Achillies lips as he watched the ground rush up at him. Pulling back hard on the stick the Viper leveled off at 100 feet off the deck and hit full throttle, trailing flame and a long vapor trail.
"Ranger 223, Achillies. I'm one minute out, coming in low and fast. Keep your heads down. " He said as he watched the HUD count off the distance to target.
"Achillies, Ranger 223. Roger that. Raptors are right behind you. Hit em hard and get out."
Checking the HUD's IFF, Achillies could see the "enemy" units. They were close to overrunning Ranger 223's position and advancing. Still too far away for guns, he switched the selector to missiles as he tried to lock onto the closest enemy contacts. Moving his thumb to the fire button he waited for the tone confirming the targets were locked. Hearing it sound Achillies pressed the fire button, sending the four simulated missiles towards their targets. He watched as the HUD confirmed the "kills".
"Achillies, Ranger 223, nice shooting. Targets are confirmed destroyed. Looks like they're pulling back enough for the Raptors to land. Thanks, we owe you one."
"Roger that Ranger 223. First rounds on you" Achillies said as he pulled back on the stick sending the speeding Viper vertical.
Lightning flashed around it as the lone Viper screamed through the clouds towards the deck. In the cockpit, the roar of the wind and the thunder melded with the sound of the Vipers three engines as Achillies fought the storm for control of his space/air superiority fighter. Bursting through the clouds at 800 feet the Viper continued to hurtle towards the forested ground like a comet. A smile crossed Achillies lips as he watched the ground rush up at him. Pulling back hard on the stick the Viper leveled off at 100 feet off the deck and hit full throttle, trailing flame and a long vapor trail.
"Ranger 223, Achillies. I'm one minute out, coming in low and fast. Keep your heads down. " He said as he watched the HUD count off the distance to target.
"Achillies, Ranger 223. Roger that. Raptors are right behind you. Hit em hard and get out."
Checking the HUD's IFF, Achillies could see the "enemy" units. They were close to overrunning Ranger 223's position and advancing. Still too far away for guns, he switched the selector to missiles as he tried to lock onto the closest enemy contacts. Moving his thumb to the fire button he waited for the tone confirming the targets were locked. Hearing it sound Achillies pressed the fire button, sending the four simulated missiles towards their targets. He watched as the HUD confirmed the "kills".
"Achillies, Ranger 223, nice shooting. Targets are confirmed destroyed. Looks like they're pulling back enough for the Raptors to land. Thanks, we owe you one."
"Roger that Ranger 223. First rounds on you" Achillies said as he pulled back on the stick sending the speeding Viper vertical.