>>4111207
>>Keep playing tag in the storm.

They probably have an embush set up.

>>4111207
>>Keep playing tag in the storm.

>>4111207
>Better circle around and check on the raid.

>>4111207
>>Better circle around and check on the raid.

>>4111207
>Better circle around and check on the raid.

>>4111207
>>Better circle around and check on the raid.

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>>4111207
"Swordfish, let's circle around!" You instruct Vicky. "We've lost radio contact with the others, so we should check out how the assault is going!"

"Roger!" Vicky replies as her F-16 struggles to stay stable in the storm.

You carefully pull a full turn as quickly as the buffeting winds would allow you to do so safely. Vicky likewise follows your turn and you begin heading back the way you came.

>Roll 1d10+1 (ID test 5)

Rolled 1 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>4111280
Raid should be almost over I'd imagine.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>4111280

Rolled 7 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>4111280

Rolled 5 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>4111280

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>>4111280
You and Vicky burst out of the clouds, where you could see the entire floating platform ablaze in fire and smoke. You were pretty sure that wasn't part of the plan, considering the idea was to avoid unnecessary damage to the structure.

"Boss, what the hell is going on?!" You blurt.

"Resistance was much greater than expected." Bandit grunts as his F-16 circles overhead. "We believe a munitions stockpile touched off and the fire has been spreading uncontrollably."

"It totally wasn't my fault!" Angela insists

"Looks kinda pretty, though." Alanna muses.

"Black Team, we need precision air support." You hear Jager's voice grunt on the radio, gunfire echoing in the background. "We're cornered on Platform 1. You'll need to drop Platform 2 to open an escape route for us."

Wait, what did he mean by "drop"!?

"I understand." Bandit says grimly. "Just give us-"

Suddenly, the pair of F-35s you've been tangling burst out from the clouds as well, apparently have finally tailed you and Vicky.

>Help Bandit "drop" Platform 2 before the F-35s get into range.
>Intercept the F-35s and let Bandit do his thing.
>Other

>>4111380
>>Intercept the F-35s and let Bandit do his thing.

Well that's probably a few hundred dead people. Not good for morale. We are also now royally fucked if they find out this was a false flag.

>>4111380
>>Intercept the F-35s and let Bandit do his thing.

>>4111380
>>Help Bandit "drop" Platform 2 before the F-35s get into range.

>>4111380
>>Help Bandit "drop" Platform 2 before the F-35s get into range.

Time to get our hands out of our pockets, and get to work.

>>4111380
>>Help Bandit "drop" Platform 2 before the F-35s get into range.

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>>4111380
>Help Bandit "drop" Platform 2 before the F-35s get into range.

>>4111394
Do we even have pockets on our suit?

>>4111380
>>Intercept the F-35s and let Bandit do his thing.

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>>4111380
"C'mon, Boss! Let's drop that damn platform before the air cover gets here!" You bark to Bandit.

"Right, follow me in." He instructs. "Knives, Swordfish, keep an eye out for us. Orpheus, continue suppressing the defenses."

"Not like there's many left..." Angela sighs.

And then Bandit's F-16 dives down towards the burning platforms, Your HUD already marks which one is Platform 2.

"So what's the plan here, Boss?" You ask as your planes drop lower and lower towards the water.

"These platforms' main weakness is that their sole support is focused on a centralized core block." Bandit replies. "It's trick to get an angle on, but if you can hit it, it'll send the entire platform crashing down."

"Why would they even design it that way?!" You gasp.

"They never thought pilots would be crazy enough to try it." Bandit replies simply as his F-16 finally levels out only a handful of meters above the ocean surface, just barely avoiding the heavy waves and surf surging upwards from the storm conditions. "You have to be practically under the platform to get a line of fire."

Sounds like a challenge you were willing to take a shot at!

>Roll 1d10 (AtG test 4)

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4111411

Considering how form fitting, I'd say no. But then again, we do have that custom leather jacket. She could be wearing that over the suit.

>>4111456
Time for snow.

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4111456

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>4111456

>>4111459
>>4111460
>>4111461
I believe snow has been achieved.

>>4111463
Gee, I wonder what kind of idiot would put aviation fuel stores so close to a single critical point of failure?

>>4111466
I get the feeling this mission was a set up. Maybe to force an international crisis. Nobody could actually be this dumb.

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4111456

>>4111472
The military industrial complexes working their schemes to ensure a steady revenue stream.

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>>4111456
You're already so perilously low to the water that the cresting of the waves nearly slam into the belly of your F-16, but you manage to maintain just enough height. Up ahead and just above, you could see the core block, the point at which the central support pillar connected to the actual platform itself, only visible at an upward angle from below. An angle only the ballsiest of pilots would even attempt in GOOD weather.

It might as well have been a walk in the park for you as you fire off a pair of missiles. They both streak upwards and hit straight and true, slamming into the core block and blowing it pieces.

For a brief second, you almost swear you saw the top of Platform 2 heave upwards ever so slightly from the blast, but gravity takes over and the entire structure comes back down on the compromised core block, crushing it into dust.

And Platform 2 begins to topple into the sea.

"Good shot! Now MOVE!" Bandit yells as his F-16 hits afterburners.

You wonder what the hurry is until a chunk of concrete splashes down into the water a few meters from your right wing, grimly reminding you that you were still UNDER Platform 2.

"Aaaaah!" You yelp as you hit afterburners as well, boosting out from under the falling platform.

As you shoot out, you catch sight of a submarine rising to the surface, IFF tagging it as a friendly as it moves towards Platform 1. Most likely Jager's extraction.

"We need a few more minutes to complete evac." Jager updates you all. "What's the situation topside?"

"These foes are particularly troublesome!" Misono growls.

"O-our planes can't keep up with F-35s!" Vicky wails.

Sure enough, your radar was reading both Misono and Vicky tangling with the F-35s, with neither side being able to get into an advantageous position over the other.

"I'm picking up contacts coming from the east!" Angela warns. "Eight planes! Looks like it's the first wave of Erusea's relief force!"

>Help Vicky and Misono with the F-35s.
>Join Orpheus in holding off the reinforcements.
>Other

>>4111493
>>Help Vicky and Misono with the F-35s.

>>4111493
>Help Vicky and Misono with the F-35s.

>>4111493
>>Help Vicky and Misono with the F-35s.

What a shitshow

>>4111493
>>Help Vicky and Misono with the F-35s.

>>4111493
>>Join Orpheus in holding off the reinforcements.

>>4111493
>>Help Vicky and Misono with the F-35s.

>>4111493
>>Help Vicky and Misono with the F-35s.

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>>4111493
You immediately break towards the furball between Misono, Vicky, and the F-35s. Bandit immediately reacts to your cue and breaks off in the opposite direction to back up Orpheus. Meanwhile, down below, you can see the submarine dock with Platform 1 after weaving around the wreckage of Platform 2.

It's then that you realize the third, damaged F-35 is still absent. Did it take the opportunity to disengage and retreat? Or was it still lurking somewhere looking for a moment to strike?

>No time to be fancy. Just dive into the furball.
>Try to search for the missing F-35.
>Other

>>4111535
>No time to be fancy. Just dive into the furball.

>>4111535
>>No time to be fancy. Just dive into the furball.

If it wants to run let it.

>>4111535
>>No time to be fancy. Just dive into the furball.

>>4111535
>>No time to be fancy. Just dive into the furball.

>>4111535
>>No time to be fancy. Just dive into the furball.

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>>4111535
While you would have loved to have some extra time to figure out some fancy solution to your dilemma, a close call missile hit on Vicky is was what finally pushed you take action. You throttle up as you prepare to dive straight into the furball...

>Roll 1d10 (ID test 5)

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4111597

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4111597

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>4111597

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>>4111598
>>4111601
>>4111603

We're doing surprisingly well so far.

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>>4111597
Suddenly, your eye catches it. A swirl the clouds. A silhouette lit up by a random flash of lightning.

The third F-35 looks to be trying to get into an ambush position to try and take out Misono and Vicky while they were engaging his buddies!

>Go straight for the F-35. Get him to focus on you instead.
>Wait for the F-35 to commit before pouncing on him.
>Other

>>4111622
>Go straight for the F-35. Get him to focus on you instead.

>>4111622
>>Wait for the F-35 to commit before pouncing on him.

>>4111622
>Go straight for the F-35. Get him to focus on you instead.

Lance charge

>>4111622
>>Go straight for the F-35. Get him to focus on you instead.

>>4111622
>>Go straight for the F-35. Get him to focus on you instead.

>>4111622
>Go straight for the F-35. Get him to focus on you instead.

>>4111622
>>Wait for the F-35 to commit before pouncing on him.

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>>4111622
You decide to go straight for the lone F-35. Better to take it down now before it can get a lock on your friends!

>Try to surprise it with a long range missile strike.
>Charge in and attack with guns!
>Other

>>4111668
>Charge in and attack with guns!

>>4111668
>Charge in and attack with guns!

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>>4111668
You brace yourself as you punch your afterburners. There was some distance between you and the F-35 that you were going to have to cover and fast...

>Roll 1d10 (ACM test 6)

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4111701

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4111701

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>4111701

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4111701

>>4111718
REEEEEEE

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>>4111701
The F-35 doesn't see your approach as you fall in right on its tail, closing in before his radar could give him a proper warning. You settle your crosshairs right over your opponent's engines and pull the trigger.

>Roll 1d10 (GUN test 7)

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4111725

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4111725

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4111725

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>>4111725
Your gun burst tears through the F-35's rear engine, sending it spiraling out of control to the raging ocean below.

One down, two more to go.

Unfortunately, in the time it took you to intercept that F-35, both Misono and Vicky had lost any positioning advantage they had, with both of them being tailed by their respective opponents.

"I-I can't shake him!" Vicky wails.

"They're certainly persistent!" Misono laughs, obviously taking the situation in good stride.

"Don't worry, I'm coming!" You assure them.

Now, Vicky was probably the least experienced out of the three of you, but she certainly was the most defensive. She could probably keep out of her opponent's sights for long enough. Hopefully.

Misono, on the other hand, was much more bold, willing to take risky maneuvers to turn the tables on her opponents. Even though she had the capability of turning her situation around, such a reckless style could be easily punished...

>Help Vicky
>Help Misono
>Other

>>4111734
>Help Vicky

>>4111734
>Help Misono

>>4111734
>Help Vicky

>>4111734
>>Help Vicky

>>4111734
>>Help Vicky

>>4111734
>>Help Vicky

>>4111734
>>Help Vicky

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>>4111734
...

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>>4111754
You make the call to help Vicky, banking towards her engagement. Her opponent seems to catch sight of your approach and breaks away, trying to flee back into the storm clouds to break visual contact.

"Th-thanks!" Vicky says gratefully.

Well, that was one issue down. A whole list more of them to go.

>Chase down the F-35 before it can get away.
>Let it run and focus on helping Misono.
>Other

>>4111756
>Let it run and focus on helping Misono.

He's not our problem. Let's help Best Jap.

>>4111756
>Let it run and focus on helping Misono.

>>4111756
>>Let it run and focus on helping Misono.

>>4111756
>>Let it run and focus on helping Misono.
>>4111757
She’s Selataporean

>>4111756
>>Let it run and focus on helping Misono.

>>4111756
>>Chase down the F-35 before it can get away.

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Rolled 5, 1, 5, 7, 8, 8 = 34 (6d10)

>>4111756
...

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>>4111791
You ultimately decide not to pursue the fleeing F-35, opting to help out Misono, instead.

However, it looks like Misono has things handled on her end. As you turn to her location, you see she's already managed to get on her opponent's tail, refusing to let go like a determined hound.

"Uh oh, it looks like the others are in trouble!" Vicky points out.

Sure enough, it looked like a heavy furball was going on over the facility as Bandit and Orpheus tangled with a squadron a Rafales. Not nearly as threatening as F-35s, but there were still a good number of them. Tracers and missile trails flash and streak through the air, mixing with the columns of smoke generated by the blazing platforms below.

"Don't worry about us!" Bandit grunts. "Just make sure the sub extracts!"

>Help Misono focus down the F-35.
>Go help Bandit and Orpheus.
>Focus on protecting the submarine.
>Other

>>4111794
>Focus on protecting the submarine.

>>4111794
>>Focus on protecting the submarine.

>>4111794
>>Focus on protecting the submarine.

>>4111794
>Focus on protecting the submarine.

>>4111794
>Help Misono focus down the F-35.

>>4111794
>>Focus on protecting the submarine.

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>>4111794
"I'm gonna cover the sub!" You announce as you back towards the facility, or at least what was left of it. Even thought it wasn't under direct attack anymore, the damage inflicted by the air raid and whatever Jager's guys did on the inside was starting to take its toll.

"W-what about me?" Vicky whimpers.

>Have Vicky stay to cover you.
>Have Vicky stick with Misono.
>Have Vicky go help Bandit and Orpheus.
>Other

>>4111824
>>Have Vicky go help Bandit and Orpheus.

>>4111824
>Have Vicky go help Bandit and Orpheus.

>>4111824
>>Have Vicky stick with Misono.

>>4111824
>>Have Vicky go help Bandit and Orpheus.

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>>4111824
"Go help out Bandit and Orpheus!" You bark to Vicky. "I'll make sure the sub gets clear the area!"

"A_all right!" Vicky says reluctantly as she splits off from you and begins to climb.

Well, it was up to just you to make sure the submarine was able to get away or not. As you watch the last of the rescued prisoners being loaded up in the submarine, you had the feeling that the mission simply wasn't going to end so simply...

>And that's it for tonight! We'll continue things on Saturday so stay tuned!

>>4111853
Thanks for running Merc!

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>>4111853
Can't help but feel that they might be dropping depth charges via helicopter/drones.

See you next time!

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>>4111853
You keep pace with the extraction submarine as it dips below the waves into the relative safety of the deep water, but you knew you couldn't just assume they'd get away scot free. There were still a number of ways that Erusea could detect and track subs. Sonar buoys, underwater hydrophones, anti-sub patrols, and more. It wouldn't be surprising if they also scrambled anti-sub air assets in response to this raid, as well.

>Keep an eye in the air for any sub hunter planes.
>Keep an eye on the water for patrol ships.
>Other

>>4113424
>>Keep an eye in the air for any sub hunter planes.

>>4113424
>>Keep an eye on the water for patrol ships.

>>4113424
>>Keep an eye in the air for any sub hunter planes.

>>4113424
>Keep an eye in the air for any sub hunter planes.

>>4113424
>>Keep an eye on the water for patrol ships.

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>>4113424
The biggest threat right now would be any anti-submarine planes Erusea may have scrambled. Sure, subs were hard to detect, but there wasn't much they could do against a surveillance plane that's spotted them.

>Roll 1d10 (ID test 5)

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4113495

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4113495

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>4113495

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>>4113495
Suddenly, your radar picks up contacts coming from the northeast. You glance over and see a flight of four S-3 Vikings escorted by a pair of Super Hornets.

Of all the damn things!

The Vikings weren't particularly good fighters, but they were purpose built for anti-sub warfare, carrying both torpedoes and advanced sensors to do their jobs.

The Super Hornets, of course, were pretty effective naval fighters. They were going to be tough targets, especially in an F-16. You also grimly note the presence of large weapon pods slung on their bellies. Possibly EMLs.

However, the enemy squadron also seems to have noticed your presence. The Vikings start dropping altitude, and your radar starts going haywire. You had to assume one of those Vikings was a dedicated ECM variant. Meanwhile the two Super Hornets turn to engage you.

>You have no choice but to tangle with the Super Hornets.
>Blow past the Super Hornets and go for the Vikings.
>Other

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>4113495

>>4113563
>>Blow past the Super Hornets and go for the Vikings.

>>4113563
>Blow past the Super Hornets and go for the Vikings.

Everything has gone to hell so fast

>>4113563
>You have no choice but to tangle with the Super Hornets.

>>4113563
>>Blow past the Super Hornets and go for the Vikings.

>>4113563
>>Blow past the Super Hornets and go for the Vikings.

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>>4113563
Damn, you had no choice but to gun for the Vikings to ensure the sub got away. You were going to need some fancy flying to get past those Super Hornets, though...

>Roll 1d10 (ACM test 6)

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4113645
Time for some fireworks.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4113645

>>4113647
Yeah, us.

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4113645

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4113645

>>4113647
Uhhh....flightsuit go?

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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4113645

>>4113655
Yeah, we're gonna need it.

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>>4113645
Uh oh! Looks like the Super Hornets are going to outmaneuver you here! Would you like to try to PUSH THE LIMIT for an auto success at the risk of injury?

>Y
>N

>>4113663
>Y

For Belka, Banzai!

>>4113663
>Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y

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>>4113663
>Y

Let's do it.

>>4113663
>Y

>>4113663
>>Y

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>>4113663
All right, time to do an injury roll! Thanks to your G-suit, you can avoid injury on a roll of 2 or lower!

>Roll 1d10

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4113693

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4113693
Bones of Belkanium!

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4113693

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>4113693

Oh, we're breaking something...

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Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>4113693
...

>>4113701
Eyepatch! Eyepatch!

>>4113699
Very best we can hope for is some bruising.

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>>4113701
>-1 to ID stat (4)
>-1 to ACM stat (5)

Unfortunately, the Super Hornets react extremely quickly, their belly mounted EMLs glowing bright blue as they charge. You knew that EML rounds were extremely damn fast, making them difficult to dodge. Well, you just had to be faster, right?

You hit your afterburners while at the same time putting your F-16 into a spiraling dive. Your G-suit automatically constricts in an attempt to counter the g-forces, but it still feels like a truck being dropped on your chest The sudden and complex move proves impossible for the Super Hornets to target with their front facing EMLs and they overshoot, leaving the way to the Vikings open.

However, as you level out, you realize you're tasting copper in your mouth and your head is pounding with a dull, but noticeable pain.

But you push that sensation aside. The Vikings were right ahead of you. Your radar was still completely trashed. That ECM Viking was still going full blast, which would make taking them all out at once with missiles difficult.

>Try to pick out the ECM Viking.
>Start gunning them down one by one and hope for the best.
>Other

>>4113733
>>Try to pick out the ECM Viking.

Which stats are those?

>>4113733
>>Try to pick out the ECM Viking.

>>4113733
>>Try to pick out the ECM Viking.

>>4113733
>Try to pick out the ECM Viking.

>>4113735
Just our ID and maneuvers. At least we aren't messing up our limbs.

>>4113733
>>Try to pick out the ECM Viking.

>>4113733
>>Start gunning them down one by one and hope for the best.

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>>4113733
Your best shot was to pick out that damn ECM Viking. If you could take it out, the other Vikings would be sitting ducks for your missiles. At the very least, the loss of their ECM cover should scatter them, giving the extraction sub time to get clear of the area.

>Roll 1d10 (ID test 4)

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>4113787
Hoo boy.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4113787

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4113787

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4113787

>>4113793
Good man

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>>4113787
You immediately pick out the offending S-3, noticeable thanks to the large antennas jutting from its fuselage and nose and ECM pods slung under its wings. You single it out and let loose a burst of cannon fire. The aircraft is basically shredded in half as it falls into the sea.

Immediately the interference on your radar clears up, and you get clear locks on the other Vikings.

The Vikings know this, too, and they immediately scatter in an attempt to evade you. They were easy targets, but you still had those Super Hornets to worry about. Besides, the Vikings were out of position now. It would be hard for them to search for the sub in this state.

>Take out the Vikings just to be sure.
>Ignore the Vikings and engage the Super Hornets.
>Take the opportunity to disengage.
>Other

>>4113837
>>Ignore the Vikings and engage the Super Hornets.

>>4113837
>>Ignore the Vikings and engage the Super Hornets.

>>4113837
>>Take the opportunity to disengage.

>>4113837
>Take the opportunity to disengage.

>>4113837
>Ignore the Vikings and engage the Super Hornets.

>>4113837
>>Take the opportunity to disengage.

>>4113837
>>Ignore the Vikings and engage the Super Hornets.

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>>4113837
You decide to ignore the Vikings for now, instead climbing back up to a manageable combat altitude in preparation for the Super Hornets, who were circling around to re-engage you.

Now, you were still confident you could gun run them, but tangling with their EMLs, especially head on, was a pretty dangerous prospect.

Alternatively, you could try harassing them with your QAAMs by firing them off at sharp angles, minimizing their ability to actually hit you. But with their numbers advantage, they would eventually be able to flank and pincer you.

>Try to get in close to engage with guns.
>Stay at a distance and attack with missiles.
>Other

>>4113883
>Stay at a distance and attack with missiles.

Maybe we can delay enough So that Misono or Vicky show up.

>>4113883
>Stay at a distance and attack with missiles.

>>4113883
>Stay at a distance and attack with missiles.

>>4113883
>>Stay at a distance and attack with missiles.

>>4113883
>>Stay at a distance and attack with missiles.

Now would be a good time to ask for help.

>>4113899
Now would probably be a good time to leave before the entire pissed off Erusean Air Force swarms this place

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>>4113883
You cautiously keep your distance from the Super Hornets, turning and banking away from them whenever they try to get a line of fire on you. You couldn't let them get a bead on you with those EMLs. Instead, you start firing off QAAMs in succession, hoping that the highly maneuverable missiles will be able to find their mark.

>Roll 1d10 (AtA test 6)

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>4113923
One of those guys are dying.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>4113923

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4113923

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4113923

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4113923

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>>4113923
You keep dumping missiles at the Super Hornets, forcing them to keep dodging and maneuvering to avoid them, making it difficult to line up EML shots.

However, the trailing Super Hornet finally gets fed up, leveling out just long enough to charge up a shot. However, the leading Super Hornet suddenly jukes to avoid one of your QAAMs, sending him right in front of his wingmate the moment he fires his EML.

The lead Super Hornet shatters like glass as it is struck by a hypersonic slug, fired by his own wingmate no less.

Now it was down to one on one.

>Keep up your missile harassment.
>Now's the chance to close in!
>Other

>>4113933
>Now's the chance to close in!

>>4113933
>Now's the chance to close in!

>>4113933
>Now's the chance to close in!

>>4113933
>>Now's the chance to close in!

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>>4113933
You grin evilly. Now was your chance to close in now that the Super Hornet was all on its own!

>Roll 1d10 (ACM test 5)

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4113969
heh watch this

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>4113969

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>>4113969

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>>4113973
>>4113975

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>>4113973
>>4113975
Oh buddy.

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>>4113969
Defying all common sense, you fly head on right at the last remaining Super Hornet. Caught off guard by your bold charge, the Super Hornet fires off its EML, probably without properly aiming, as the shell flashes directly over your canopy, the miniature shockwave it generated briefly rattling your plane.

However, that mean there was nothing stopping you from retaliating against the Super Hornet. You close and respond with your cannon, punching rounds into the Super Hornet's nose and cockpit and sending the plane tumbling out of control.

And right on cue, Bandit's voice buzzes on the comm.

"All right everybody, mission accomplished. Disengage and return to base. Don't get bogged down in any more fighting."

Guess that was it, then.

The throbbing pain returns to your head, and it feels like some kind of liquid or bile was building up in your throat, making you nauseous. Maybe that hard maneuver messed you up a little more than you thought.

>Wait for the others to catch up to you.
>Head straight back to base.
>Other

>>4113989
>Wait for the others to catch up to you.

>>4113989
>Head straight back to base.

We don't have time

>>4113989
>Head straight back to base.

>>4113989
>>Head straight back to base.

>>4113989
>>Head straight back to base.

>>4113989
>>Head straight back to base.

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>>4113989
You decide to head straight back to base. No sense just waiting around for the Erusean Air Force to catch you. You vector back north and begin following the pre-programmed waypoints back to base. However, the throbbing in your head doesn't seem to be fading away...

>Roll 1d10 (AIR test 5)

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4114037

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4114037

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4114037

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4114037

>>4114040
>>4114044
I hope this means that the suit has detected a medical emergency and is trying to keep Milly conscious.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4114037

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>>4114037
Against all odds, you manage to make it back to base without crashing into the ocean or the ground. Once your borrowed F-16 rolls to a stop, you quickly and carefully disembark.

"Yo! Milly!"

Mead approaches with a grin on her face, obviously coming to welcome you back.

"Good job out there, Mill- holy shit!" Mead pauses and recoils.

"Huh? What's wrong?" You ask.

"Jeez, your nose and mouth, there's freaking blood all over!" Mead gasps.

It's then that you realize that warm, wet sensation on your face is blood. Looks like you may have ruptured some sort of blood vessel somewhere.

>I'm fine, I've had worse.
>I should probably get this checked out.
>Other

>>4114101
>I should probably get this checked out.
>Other
Help me please?

>>4114101
>I'm fine, I've had worse.
'Tis but a flesh wound.

>>4114101
Supporting >>4114103

>>4114101
>I'm fine, I've had worse.

>>4114101
>>I'm fine, I've had worse.

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>>4114106
>supporting showing weakness to an Osean

>>4114101
>>I should probably get this checked out.

>>4114103
Support.

>>4114110
Weakness is one thing. I think we're well within reason asking for help getting to the infirmary while we've burst a blood vessel in our head.

>>4114101
>>I should probably get this checked out.

>>4114101
>>I should probably get this checked out.
I have no idea if she should lie down and rest, or stand up and stay awake to keep blood from going towards her head. Need Doctors ASAP.

>>4114101
>>I should probably get this checked out.

>>4114101
>>I should probably get this checked out.

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>>4114110
Can’t make Belka proud if we die from accidentally falling on something and fucking dying, all because Milly didn’t want help getting to medical and ended tripping on her own feet.

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>>4114101
"Yeah, I should probably get this checked out." You mumble.

"Damn right you do!" Mead grunts as she waves at one of her crew. "Hey! Get the medics over here!"

Quickly enough, medics come rushing over with a stretcher and carefully load you on.

"I'll be sure to let Bandit know." Mead assures you as the medics prepare to roll you away.

>Sure thing.
>Bandit doesn't need to know about this.
>Other

>>4114130
>>Bandit doesn't need to know about this.
Nooooooo!

>>4114130
>>Sure thing.
This is not the time to fake being fine

>>4114130
>Sure thing.

>>4114130
>>Sure thing.

>>4114130
>>Sure thing.

>>4114130
>>Sure thing.

Might need a gurney or wheelchair for this one.

>>4114130
>Sure thing.

>>4114130
>>Sure thing.

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>>4114130
"Sure thing." You sigh as the medics begin to cart you away. After all, Bandit was likely going to find out some way or another anyways. Might as well take the path that will piss him off the least.

At the infirmary, you're given a wide battery of tests and examinations by the doctor, and they ultimately conclude that your bleeding was from some ruptured blood vessels torn open from your high G maneuver. You had also suffered some minor hemorrhaging in your brain, but the doctors ruled it as non life threatening and requested you to take it easy for the next few days.

Well, at least you weren't medically grounded. Though you were kind of dreading what would happen once Bandit found out...

>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is on Friday so don't miss it!

>>4114151
Thanks for the thread, boss. See you next week.

>>4114151
Thanks for running Merc!

>>4114151
Thanks for running

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>>4114151
Bandit and the rest of the squadron return roughly an hour later, though their approaches were staggered over a period of time. Looks like nobody decided to wait around to try and regroup and beelined straight back to base like you.

Meanwhile, during all this, you...

>Were still in the infirmary.
>Returned to your quarters.
>Were waiting at the hangar.
>Other

>>4124623
>>Were still in the infirmary.

>>4124623
>Were waiting at the hangar.
Face the music sooner than later.

>>4124623
>>Were still in the infirmary.

>>4124623
>Were waiting at the hangar.

What a shitshow of an operation. We need answers.

>>4124623
>Were still in the infirmary.

>>4124623
>>Returned to your quarters.

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>>4124623
You were still in the infirmary when everybody returned. Naturally, this meant that they all knew what happened once they landed.

"MILLY! "Vicky wails as she practically kicks the door open, much to the chagrin of the medical staff on duty. "PLEASE TELL US YOU"RE ALIVE!"

"Alive enough." You groan.

"When Mead told us what happened, we feared the worst!" Misono adds, walking in behind Vicky.

Vicky meanwhile dashes to your side, quickly patting your body down with her hands.

"N-nothing's broken or anything, right?"

"Like I said, I'm fine!" You try to reassure her.

"I wonder." Bandit grunts as he enters as well, a rather tired look on his face.

"Um, yo, Boss." You say sheepishly.

"You pushed yourself again, didn't you?" Bandit shakes his head. "That type of flying is going to get you killed someday."

>Can't be the best without taking some risks, right?
>I didn't have much of a choice.
>I guess you have a point.
>Other

>>4124691
>Can't be the best without taking some risks, right?

>>4124691
>>I didn't have much of a choice.

>>4124691
>I didn't have much of a choice.

>>4124691
>Can't be the best without taking some risks, right?

>>4124691
>>Can't be the best without taking some risks, right?

>>4124691
>Can't be the best without taking some risks, right?

>>4124691
>I didn't have much of a choice.

>>4124691
>>I didn't have much of a choice.

>>4124691
>Can't be the best without taking some risks, right?

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>>4124691
"Can't be the best without taking some risks, right?" You grin.

"I wonder who exactly you learned that from, because it certainly wasn't from me." Bandit raises an eyebrow.

>Nobody in particular.
>Mihaly.
>Other

>>4124756
>Nobody in particular.

>>4124756
>>Mihaly.

>>4124756
>Nobody in particular.
Also, we couldn't just NOT dodge a railgun shot, Bandit. Regardless of what damage we did to ourselves, the railgun would've done a lot worse.

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>>4124756
>Mihaly.

>>4124756
>>Mihaly.

>>4124768
Changed my mind, switching to
>Mihaly.

>>4124756
>Mihaly.

>>4124768
Bandit: wtf Milly why your drive dangerously and jeopardize yourself?

Also Bandit

>Invites team from rival nation onto top secret super spy mission without asking anyone

The priorities of this man

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>>4124756
"I learned it from Mihaly." You shrug casually.

"Mihaly, as in Mister X?" Bandit frowns. "If I recall, he ruined his body beyond repair due to that sort of thinking."

"Hey, and he got results." You retort.

"C-can we please not get into an argument here?" Vicky pouts. "Sir, you shouldn't be chastising Milly like this while she's still recovering!"

>I'm fine Vicky, really!
>On nooooo, I suddenly feeling very faint!
>Other

>>4124821
>I'm fine Vicky, really!

Mihaly ruined himself for what he believed in. Granted, it was weird flyman sky shit rather than restoring Belka to knightly glory as in Millie's case but gotta respect the resolve.

>>4124821
>>On nooooo, I suddenly feeling very faint!

>>4124821
>>I'm fine Vicky, really!

>>4124821
>On nooooo, I suddenly feeling very faint!

>>4124821
>I'm fine Vicky, really!

>>4124821
>>I'm fine Vicky, really!

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>>4124821
"I'm fine, Vicky! Really!" You groan.

"She's just being overprotective like a good wingmate should be!" Misono laughs in amusement.

"Well, I suppose it's good that you weren't seriously hurt." Bandit nods. "Anyways, take the opportunity to get some rest. The debriefing is going to be very eventful once Karla and Jager wring whatever intel they can out of the One Belka prisoners."

Jeez, you really hope this ballsy ass raid was gonna be worth it.

Bandit then gives a polite nod and takes his leave.

"So, are you going to be staying in the infirmary for the night?" Vicky wonders, still fretting over you.

>Yeah, just in case.
>I feel like head back to my quarters.
>Other

>>4124872
>>Yeah, just in case.

Maybe END is also a pilot that pushed themselves past the limit?

>>4124872
>>Yeah, just in case.

>>4124872
>Yeah, just in case.

>>4124872
>>Yeah, just in case.

>>4124872
>>I feel like head back to my quarters.
It's just bed rest, cmon