Scott watched the battle unfold through both his own eyes, and the radar coverage as the squadron went to work. Already he was impressed; despite the completely unexpected attack and their being thrown together in the heat of battle, the pilots were showing their skills and those of their machines as they swung into action. 
Already Charnel and Stalin had chopped a bloody trail through the skies. The big Sukhoi and the rapier-like swing-wing Tornado ADV swiftly cut through the air in a haze of contrails and missile smoke. Two of the helicopters, the sleek little KA's, were cut down by bursts of gunfire from the Sukhoi, before it scythed away to lead off the pair of diving MiG's, leading them off on a merry chase. He heard the chatter as Stalin co-ordinated with Charnel in taking on the twin-finned, shark-nosed MiG-35's and tore his eyes away reluctantly as the Tornado powered up, using its' big twin engines and impressive interceptor speed to match up with the attacking bandits. 
He turned his eye instead to the approaching invasion fleet, and the rapidly growing dot of Kat's warthog as it thundered in on a well-executed attack run. She slowed and peeled up slightly as he watched, bombs separating cleanly from the underside of the straight-winged A-10 and their submunitions spraying in a neat pattern along one of the hovercraft, which brewed up into a firestorm moments later. The rubber skirt around its' hull pierced and shredded, the front corner of the machine dug into the waves, and spun it sideways, dragging it partially submerged and sinking moments later. The second hovercraft in the pattern was caught mostly at the bows, the pattern of bomblets slightly wide. Most still hit, and much of the cargo on deck was blasted apart or incinerated, and a fire broke out. However, the craft itself was still afloat, if rendered useless for the invasion; with the fire, if it wasn't controlled it may not survive. The 20mm fire from the gunpods only added to the carnage, shredding the control cabin of the already stricken hovercraft, it going off course moments later.
Tracer fire from mounted machine-guns licked up at the Warthog, but even as slow as the attack jet was, by comparison it was still fast enough that manually-aimed heavy machine-guns were too slow to track it effectively. The red lines criss-crossed the skies, trying to hunt down the nimble straight-winged jet, but to no avail as he watched the Mavericks leap from rails under the wings and cross space to the swimming APC's, blasting two of them apart. Scott felt a momentary pang of regret for the soldiers he assumed were caught inside, but it flowed away quickly; after all, they had been attacked violently and without warning. 
"Good run, Kat. Targets destroyed with good secondaries. Heartbreak rolling in for my run, over!"

The hasty outfitting of the ASF-14 had lead to Scott and St. Helen taking off with a less advanced warload than the A-10, and considerably less so than they normally toted. But firepower was still firepower. The hardpoints in the fuselage 'tunnel' between the engines carried six 500lb [URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b9/Mk._81_250-lb_and_Mk._82_Snakeye_I_500-lb.jpg]Mk.82 Snakeye bombs,[/URL] while the wing-glove hardpoints each carried a triple ejector with two [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydra_70]7-tube Hydra rocket pods attached.[/url] The outmost shoulder pylons on the gloves each carried a single sidewinder, for self-defence. Like the other aircraft, the F-14 carried an internal cannon, but a lighter 20mm M61 Vulcan cannon - But Scott recalled the crew chief had declared they had a half-load of ammo, only enough for a few seconds' worth of firing. 
Lining the Tomcat up on a head on pass at the small flotilla, he weaved side to side as he dropped altitude, before thumbing the weapon release at St. Helen's word. Four of the Mk.82's dropped from the underside of the swing-wing jet, the tail fins springing open and guiding them down to bracket another pair of the hovercraft with precision. The 500lb bombs blasted great spouts of dirty, smoky water into the sky as they impacted and the craft turned into smoking wrecks. Kicking the twin rudders port, and the wings fully extended, the targeting crosshairs drifted onto a pair of the AAV amphibious APC's. Tracers ripped through the air around the Super-Tomcat, and St. Helen let out an involuntary gasp of momentary alarm over the intercom, before Scott squeezed the trigger for the rockets. Projectiles flashed out in a rapid [i]whoosh-whoosh-whoosh[/i], drawing smoky grey trails across the sky. Gouts of water blasted skyward, and hits were marked with columns of erupting smoke, before Scott heeled the Tomcat up into a climbing bank, rolling half inverted and reversing the turn as he climbed out to evade any SAMs he hadn't seen or registered. "Shit hot!" hollered St. Helen over the intercom, turning in her seat to observe the damage. "We gave 'em a bloody nose that time! That Kat girl sure knows her shit too!"
Scott clicked the mike in reply as he rolled out to form up with Kat for their next pass.

Below the jets, the invasion force lay in disarray. Most of the hovercraft were sunk or damaged, and the APC's had fared little better. Above them, the MiG-35's rolled to attack Stalin once again, the rearmost of the pair attempting to peel off and reverse the tail Charnel had, trying to turn the tables. The leader of the pair heard a good tone as he aligned his crosshairs with the Sukhoi, and let fly with a missile. 

Below, Scott rolled onto Kat's wing after climbing out. "We hit 'em hard. Only a few left. One more pass ought to finish it, but we need to watch out for those helo's. And this time they'll be waiting for us too!"