"Get off of me!"

A voice rang out from a small group of crewmen, as a short pilot threw her helmet onto the deck. The crewmen backed off, though one pressed on, motioning toward her head, where a bloody gash was dripping. "It's fine. Nothing I can't handle," the pilot said, holding a rag against the gash. The plane she was walking from appeared to be a Boeing F-15E, but the jet was riddled in holes and blackened across the back of the fuselage. The Eagle was in bad shape. "Now someone better tell me where my goddamn F-2 is. I was told it wasn't ready to fly, so it better be pretty fucking important.

[h3]Earlier in the day[/h3]
[b]6.25.15
7:46 AM[/b]

"Listen, your F-2 is still in the repair deck. There was something wrong with th-" Misaki cut the technician off with a glare. "I seriously do not give a damn," she said, staring down the much larger man, "I need a jet, and I need to be in the air, right now. Now give me something. I don't care what it is as long as it flies." Misaki looked around the hangar. In all honesty, it really did matter what cockpit she was in, but that couldn't be helped right now. Out of the corner of her vision, Misaki spotted a Thunderbolt Black marked F-15E. It was close enough. "See that Eagle over there? I'm claiming it for this scenario. Put it on my record, it doesn't matter."

The small pilot jogged across the hangar, nodding to the crew surrounding it. The jet was already outfitted with Sparrows and AMRAAMs. Good enough. Misaki jumped onto the fuselage and crawled into the cockpit. All of the dials seemed familiar enough. She hadn't flown in one of these since she was in the USAF. She shrugged, "Old habits die hard, right?" she muttered to herself. The crew had scattered, and the jet began rolling out onto the runway. Most of the other planes had taken to the air already, which left Misaki in the front of the line.

[i]"Tower, this is Viper. I'm commandeering this Eagle 'cause some jackasses decided to put off my F-2 in the repair bay. I'm heading out now."[/i]

Without really paying attention to what came from the radio from here on out, the Eagle jolted forward, picking up speed as it took flight. Misaki took the plane up, trying to get a handle on the situation. Without much warning, bullets flew over the aircraft, snapping the pilot back into reality. Shaking her head, Misaki watched the skies. It looked like two bandits were tailing what loo- No, one just went down. The other appeared to be retreating. She sighed, trying to find a target. This got interrupted by her jet shaking her brain loose. "Fuck!" she yelled, looking for the culprit. Her sensor started beeping, marking a locked missile, which resulted in an eye-rolling. "This couldn't get any worse, could it," Misaki mused, taking the Eagle into a nosedive. 

The pilot jerked the jet back level, releasing flares behind it. Too close. The missile detonated directly behind the Eagle, causing Misaki's head to slam against the cockpit. She felt the helmet dig into her head. Too pumped by adrenaline to care, she gritted her teeth and swung wide toward the ocean, and tightened mid-turn, attempting to get the bandit in her sights. It appeared to be another MiG. Misaki pulled the trigger, and the vulcan whirred to life, spewing bullets at the other jet. Some connected with the fuselage, but nothing major. Even with just minor damage, the MiG split from the dogfight, beginning to retreat. "You're not going anywhere, bitch," Misaki whispered as the console notified her of a target lock. Another trigger pull, and an AMRAAM fired, the missile tracking the MiG. Without paying attention, Misaki pulled away. 

Not a minute later, a shockwave shook the Eagle, the radio dying, with static filling Misaki's ears. She pulled away from the base, waiting for the radio to cooperate. 

[quote]"-ight Five. All aircraft, come onto heading nine-zero and altitude Angels Twenty. Slot into formation, and we'll head for the boat."[/quote]

That sounded promising. Misaki set for the direction and headed to what she hoped to be an organized meeting.