I received a blackops assignment via Morse Radio Comms and put a notice on the gate stating that there NO flights going in, or out of the airfield until I
returned. While on my way to the ops area I somehow
encountered an intense electromagnetic storm that resulted in my blacking out, luckily I managed to get my ship's internal A.I. to take over until I regained consciousness, hoping I wouldn't be out for long.
[{(WARNING! WARNING! EMERGENCY PRESSURE SYSTEMS ACTIVATED! SYSTEM CONTROL HAND OVER COMPLETED! EMERGENCY COMPUTER CONTROL MANEUVERS! PILOT LIFE PRESERVATION SUIT AUGMENTATION HAS BEEN ACTIVATED! PILOT EXISTENTIAL CRISIS AVERTED! NOW EXITING UNEXPLAINED ANOMALY! CHECKING PILOT! RETURNING MANUAL FLIGHT CONTROL IN: 3! 2! 1!)}]
"Whoa! Geez! Ugh! Yuck! Teena give me something for this headache, would you? And my nausea too, while you're at it, oh, wow! I am never eating those rations again."
[Understood Commander, administering counter agents now, anything else?]
"Yeah, turn off these. . . klaxons! They're making my headache even worse!"
[Understood, is that better?]
"Yeah, much better, thanks Tee."
[You're the only existing command pilot, it's my job to ensure you're safety!]
-SIGH-
"Teena, it's called manners, and being polite. I honestly don't What you are, or anything else, I'm still going to
be polite, alright?"
[Commander! UNKNOWN CONTACTS BEARING
340761 ECHO-076134 SIERRA, ESTIMATED SPEEDS
ARE NEGLIGIBLE, ONE SIDE APPEARS TO-]
"TEENA, SET UP EMERGENCY DEFENSIVE FRIENDLY/
HOSTILE ENGAGEMENT PROCEDURES, I HAVEN'T
EVEN GOTTEN BEYOND HELPING WITH BLUEPRINTS
FOR A FEW OF THESE SIGNATURES! WE'RE SETTLING
THIS NOW, IT'S PERSONAL!"
[PROTOCOLS ENGAGED, MAXIMUM WEAPONS
PROFICIENCY AUTHORIZED, LINKING AMMO
BELT-MAGS TO OFFLOAD POSITIONS, ENGAGING
DEFENSE MECHANISMS! WARNING: NUKE 'EM WAR
PROTOCOLS IN EFFECT! NOTIFYING GROUND
PERSONEL, TRANSMITTING TOWER ALERT BEACON!
TRANSMISSION SENT! PROTOCOLS IN PROGRESS!]
"Let's just bypass all the pleasantries, if they can't
even figure out the ammo feeds, then they shouldn't
have those flaker designs! WE'RE GOING HOT,
WEAPONS FREE ENGAGEMENT!!!"
[ORDER CONFIRMED, ALL ENGINES MAXIMUM
OUTPUT]
•••••••°°°°°°°••••••••°°°°°°°°••••••°°°°°
"Inny squad confirmed, lock and load boys, the one with
the least kills buys, let's get'em outta our territory for good, send'em packing. Gunnee, you got those suckers in your sights?"
***
"Roger that Eagle Ace, Big 10-4 Roger and Wilco, they're on dead front of you, at 2 high."
***
"Copy that, we're going in without worry then."
"Flame Squadron, proceed with caution, they know
we're here. Wing Squadron keep to the rear, we don't
have a clue what kind of trickery they'll pull this time.
That goes for everyone else, too! By the Ancestral
Spirits we'll get our homes back yet, we just have to
push them back enough!"
••••••••••°°°°°°°°°°•••••••••°°°°°°°°°
"Sheesh, these guys are OUTDATED oldschool- Wait a
minute, hold on Mustangs, Torpedo bombers, not only
is everything here outdated, but worth no more than
spare parts! I've only seen some of these in history
books! Teena, you'd better check the files, we don't
need to go and interrupt some historical reenactment.
Grab some radio logs, too. Check for any EM Flak
signatures while you're at it, something feels off."
[AFFIRMATIVE]
"But we still have to do some 'pest control', so we'll
just proceed as planned."
[Affirmative, pilot order confirmed! Engaging
Hostilities Commanding Pilot CPT. Alexander!]
{|||||}
"WHAT HAPPENED, IT'S ALMOST AS IF THAT GUY
BLEW HIMSELF WITHOUT USING ANYTHING AT ALL,
WHAT HAPPENED AND WHY?"
SWIFTLY FOLLOWED BY UNBELIEVABLE, EAR SPLITTING SCREAM, AND UNEXPLAINED TYPHOON LEVEL SUDDEN BURST OF WIND> "Huh, guess it just took two losing aircraft to throw them into disarray, but then again I'd probably get quite worried myself, if I suddenly lost a squadron mate, and even go into frenzy as well. Let's see if their pilot radios work like history says. Teena disengage the scramble systems, please?" [AFFIRMATIVE] [(ATTENTION ALL OF YOU IDIOT PILOT AIRMAN! Hello~, Testing~, Testing~, One~, Two~, Three~, Can you hear me?)] +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- {Dead radio silence, due sudden shock of an unknown pilot's voice over open pilot radio channels, mostly caused by sinister implications the question's end} +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- [(Wow, I think I can actually hear crickets down on the ground with how quiet you bunch are. Don't be so surprised, after all you're so primitively open I had to turn off the ship's internal radio comms privacy system, just to have a conversation! Reengage the scrambling system protocols.)] {All pilot radios begin making almost dial tone sound mixed with static} [|||||] "COMMAND TO BASE! COMMAND TO BASE! NEW PILOT HAS ENTERED THE HOT ZONE, TWO PILOTS ARE DOWN, THEY'RE GONE! THEY'RE JUST GONE, KILLED BEFORE WE EVEN KNEW IT! WE'VE GOTTA BE SOME KINDA DEMON REAPER! WE'RE ENGAGING AS BEST WE CAN, BUT IT DON'T LOOK IT'S WORKING ONE BIT, LIKE HE KNOWS WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO BEFORE WE DO! WEAPONS HOT 'N FREE, BRING THAT TRAITOR DOWN!" [|||||||||||||||||||||||||] "Aw, how cute! The rats are trying fight us Teena look, they're to bring us down with bullets! Do you think they've got rockets or anything Tee, because this is getting old." [It doesn't appear so CPT. Alex, it appears their most dangerous ammunition is barely more than that of a modern handgun, purely highspeed, limited range ammunition, no more.] "Ah, so slow, short range, unguided rockets at best, great. Let's just put them out of their misery, it's just pure torture looking at them flailing around like this." [Affirmative Commander, full munitions cargo prep underway.] ••••••••°°°°°°°°°••••••••°°°°°°°° "Commander, get out of here! We'll delay whoever this monster is, just outta here!!" *** "I will remember your sacrifices my brothers, good luck, and God Speed." ×× "Hah-huh-hoo, oh wow is it a good thing I jumped before my machine blew up! I'm almost glad to be a woman, that dumb, demonic pilot's going to wish it fired two of those death rod things at me, instead of putting holes in my flying machine, and trying to cut me in half like those other idiots!!" •••••°°°°°•••••°°°°°•••••°°°°° "Now where's that one off to? Better punch through and send him a little present, I can't be so rude as to let the party hosts leave, without saying farewell, after all!" SEEKING "SMART" EXPLOSIVE SUDDENLY LEAPS AFTER FLEEING CRAFT, WOUNDING SAID CRAFT SHORTLY AFTER> "Okay, now where were we- Oh Yes, clearing you savages from this airspace!" ••••••°°°°°°••••••°°°°°°••••••°°°°°° "Lady Forest what's happening over there? Did one of their own turn? And why's there what appears to be a deformed black dragon, without a rider fighting them?" ÷÷÷÷ "I apologize my fellow riders- LADY BLAZE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WE KNOW NEITHER TO WHOM THAT BELONGS, NOR DO WE KNOW IF THEY'RE FRIENDLY, OR EVEN WHY THEY HELPED US, RETURN TO YOUR FORMATION THIS INSTANT, OR IT'S MY HEAD THAT MUST BE GIVEN!!!" •••••••