Scott tipped an imaginary hat to Kat as he formed up alongside the A-10, nodding to her. She followed his lead and held in good formation with the ASF-14 as they skirted a wide circled around the remaining amphibious forces, that were now well on alert for the prowling Black Knights

[quote]"You think they wanna tangle with two jets after seeing us tear through their forces on all fronts? I'm saving the rest of my SUUs' ammo for the choppers."[/quote]
"I think we definitely shook their cage a little. I reckon we'll have a bit more of a contest running in next time, but they don't have much left to throw at us after our first run. I'll bracket up the other choppers with my Sidewinders and Vulcan on the run out too, if you're taking the others with your guns. We'll go in together for the last run; they won't have a chance to reorganize that way, and less chance to shoot at us too, over".

St Helen read off the headings to both attacker pilots, and Scott lead the way, putting power into the ASF-14's powerful engines, the wings part-sweeping back in reaction to the increase in speed and power. A steep descending weave, zig-zagging to low altitude, and he was lined up on the last of the Hovercraft, leaving the APC's for Kat's A-10 and its' more accurate firepower.
"Knight one is on the hovercraft, over," he confirmed to her, before letting loose with another volley of rockets at the leading BHT of the pair, and rippling off the last of the bombs onto the second. Then he was over and pulling up, the airframe resounding with a [i]thunk[/i] as at least a few rounds of small-arms or heavy-machinegun fire found a home in the Tomcast grey-camouflaged fuselage. The cockpit resounded with the harsh buzzing of a hostile lock-on from the helicopters, who had positioned themselves wisely - unfortunately for them, Scott's piloting was better, and the ASF-14 considerably faster. He pulled up hard enough to have grey spots dancing at the edge of his eyes, and a small rhino standing on his chest, before tipping the wing over and sliding into a downward dive onto a pair of the remaining helos from above. The hot exhaust and the leading edges of the rotors were enough heat for the AIM-9's super-cooled seeker heads. The target in his helmets' targeting visor blinked red with a lock, and the warble of a good tone sounded. 
"Fox Two!" he called twice into the radio, squeezing the trigger under his finger. His left hand danced on the throttle, and he cued up the second sidewinder as he shifted target, the helmet-mounted targeting system easily letting him shift over to the second aircraft. The pair of sidewinders leapt off the rails, drawing white plumes across the skies, and then Scott was pulling up and out of the dive, the planes' hull and canopy glittering with reflected sunlight as he swept upward.

Meanwhile, above the over-water skirmish, the twisting dogfight in the morning skies was growing deadly. Dmitry's instincts and movements were sound, and the MiG on his tail overshot, despite his thrust-vectoring, as the bigger Sukhoi pulled up and left. The red-and-white twin-tailed fighter tried to nose around to bring his own guns to bear on the bigger jet, but the Black Knight pilot got there first.
[quote]"Guns, guns, guns." He announced through the comms as he closely tailed the fighter[/quote]
30mm rounds from the Sukhoi's gun slammed into the portside wing of the MiG-35, and threw out a stream of debris and smoke into the airstream, shaking and jolting the soviet-built fighter violently as the pilot tried to regain control. To his credit, he attempted to evade as the lock-on tone sounded, but with a damaged wing, there was no chance. The missile shot off the rail, and as the AA-11 closed in, the canopy of the fighter blasted into the air, with the pilot close behind before his aircraft was engulfed in a fireball.

The MiG-35 trailing Charnel had closed in for the kill. As the Tornado F.3 loomed large in his sights, he let fly with an AA-11 of his own, the short-range heatseeker angling in for a kill on the swing-wing jet. The MiG pilot was canny and aware, however - as soon as he'd fired the missile, he weaved aside, and came in at a new angle, avoiding target fixation and frustrating Dmitry's attempts to shoot him down with gunfire. With the other pilot now on him and his wingman down, the MiG dived for the deck and extended, increasing his speed and running back in the direction he'd come. 

"Bandit is running," announced the ground controller moments later. "Most of the enemy assault force is sunk, and aircraft over the island are mostly under control. We're gaining the upper hand- wait one," she announced, her tone changing to one of caution and shock. "Target running a low level - no wait, second target high altitude, rapid speed... ALL AIRCRAFT, BRACE FOR IMP-"

From the Black Knights' perspective, a glimmering star fell at rapid pace from high above, drawing a white line in its' wake across the clear, blue morning skies. It dipped somewhere below the mountain range that split the island down its' length, opposite side from the four pilots, and there was a thunderous explosion that shook the air itself, and threw debris up into the air, along with a titanic spout of water that began to cascade back down as rain. 
The radio was full of chatter as questions flew across the airwaves, and reports of casualties and crises began to report in.

What little of the enemy remained began to turn back and run. 
Scott's voice broke onto the Black Knights' intra-squadron channel a moment later. "That... that was a kinetic kill weapon. From orbit. Whoever we're fighting has access to one... but why did they target us? And why when they had an invasion underway... what the hell is going on here... All aircraft," he continued, finding the stern-ness back in his force as he shook his head, sliding his visor back up his helmet. "Report status and check in. We'd better overfly the island and see if there's anything we can do to assist with the SAR, and be ready for any hostiles... over"