"This is Viking... Coming in for a touchdown!" The voice of a battered man spoke over the radio as a Purple-colored F15C approached the [i]Stormcloud[/i], it's battle-damaged fuselage attempting to lower it's tail hook and gear as it came upon the large boat- all the while the blaring noise of the Annunciator panel was blaring at him . The Eagle's engines were smoking badly and it was a question to him if he would manage to touch down without buying the farm "-And he goes all the way!" Austin to himself as he felt the 16 ton bird slam into the Trimaran's deck,the fighter managing to hook the last wire, stopping the hunk of metal from almost dead in it's tracks. Oh god, was it an eventful day, he thought, as he got the clear to taxi.

[b]Earlier that day....[/b]

"Hey, Austin, what took you so-"

"No time for extended formality, Johnson, This is urgent!" Austin spoke sternly as the pilot jogged passed the head technician as the sirens wailed aloud outside the hangar, the man already in gear as he approached his Eagle "I don't even get to see my kids off to preschool like I promised I would today, and some dickwads want to come and attack the island! What do I got today?"

"We don't got that many Ords left, 4 Sidewinders and 2 AMRAAMS." "How much on the 20 mil?" "700 rounds, and you got about 6 hours on fuel!".

"That's why I like you, Johnson, you're down to the point!" Viking gave him a small smirk as he climbed into the cockpit, adjusting his suit as his helmet lay in his lap "Hey, if anything happens to my twins I will personally hold you responsible for not giving me enough Dakka to fight back with!". The tech smiled back and gave him a curt nod, removing the blocks from the front of the wheels as he started to roll out onto the tarmac, Canopy closing as he tightened his Helmet to his head.

"Tower this is Viking, Coming to assist with defense!" 

Everything in the next 15 or so minutes seemed to fog up in his mind, the young man to wrapped up in his own thoughts that it seemed his sub-conscious took control as his mind discussed things. it was only until what looked like a star came crashing down to earth, blinding the man momentarily. "Woah,Woah!" He spoke into the channel, quickly grabbing the stick and pulling up as he felt himself starting to dive "What the hell just happened!". It was to his relief that the AWACS and Knight One answered his question quickly, which allowed him to stabilize and look around. And that's when the warning popped up. 

"Warning, Missile Lock!" Said the all familiar voice that every pilot dreaded. "Shit!" Austin quickly deployed his countermeasures,  banking left as he attempted to get a fix on his enemy. To no avail, He got another one. This dance of Death continued for what seemed like forever.

"Run out of missiles, yet!?" He asked himself,  attempting to break off from the fight once more, getting a short burst of 20mm straight to the back of his Eagle, causing him to hit the canopy as he felt something combust. The fire warning lit up, lighting up both engines as he pulled back hard. This wasn't his lucky day, was it?

Actually, it would seem that it was. as Viking attempted to stabilize his bird he looked into the rear mirrors on the canopy, catching a glimpse of a friendly F/A-18 lighting the bandit-whom turned out to be another F15- into a ball of fire. "Thanks, almost bit the dust!" "[i]No problem, I think that the taxpayers deserve a little more work![/i]".

[b]>Roger, Stormfront. Wilco. Break. Spirit, Viper, Viking: welcome to the Black Knights. Shame it had to be under these circumstances. Your callsigns will be Knights Five through Seven. All aircraft, come onto heading nine-zero and altitude Angels Twenty. Slot into formation, and we'll head for the boat<[/b]

As he heard the voice of Knight One speaking the young man started to turn into heading, keeping tight hold of the stick to keep himself level. "Viking here, my bird has taken some hits...will comply as fragged!"