[color=lightcoral][h1][center]Yuna Xu[/center][/h1][/color]

[color=lightcoral]"Fuckin' A, I think we got that one,"[/color] Calico said to herself in both humor and relief as the enemy F-15 was annihilated by objectively too many missiles. As Jefe waggled her wings and made a show of herself in front of Yuna, the Singaporean chuckled and shook her head. [color=lightcoral]"Too slow, Jefe,"[/color] she called out. [color=lightcoral]"You still owe me those drinks though."[/color]

With the skies clear, it only took moments before Scott's familiar voice cracked to life on Yuna's radio. Ground targets only, in and out. What was a girl in a Flanker to do?

Yuna eased her nose in the direction of Mitiga, behind the others. Everyone in front of her had something to ruin the day of their friends on the ground, while Yuna was stuck with her 7 remaining AAMs. She figured she'd at least accompany the others on their bombing run in case they got a nasty surprise, especially as they were on a tight schedule. She watched with satisfaction as Scott, Kat, Myk, Fuka, and Ximena lit up the base in front of her. It was nice to watch an attack run done properly.

As she approached the base, she surveyed the fine work her squadronmates had done. Tu-22s? Burning. ATC? Offline. SAMs? Dealt with. Comms? Gone. It was a symphony of flames and wreckage, but through the carnage Yuna spotted a target that had yet to receive Cobalt Haze's wrath. A large, unprotected ammo cache, surrounded with crews, supply vehicles, a couple fuel tanks, and other supplies. Even one bullet from the Sukhoi's autocannon would light it all up, but Yuna knew she was fresh out. She could call it a day......or...

[quote=@Smike][color=6ecff6]"Blasting Russian planes with Russian weapons, funny life we live, ain't it, Calico?"[/color][/quote]

[color=lightcoral]"Wouldn't have it any other way,"[/color] Yuna replied.

R-73s still selected, she dropped her Sukhoi closer to the deck and carefully guided the aircraft in for a run. She nudged the crosshairs to the center of the rapidly-approaching ammo cache, and at just the right moment...

[color=lightcoral]"Cobalt 8, Fox Two!"[/color]

The R-73 left its pylon and screamed unguided towards the cache, and Yuna wasted no time yanking the stick hard left, screaming over the apron as the missile connected with its target. The R-73's warhead detonated on contact, causing a chain reaction as every unit of ammunition ignited. The small initial explosion was followed by a much larger, violent affair that vaporized any person or object unlucky enough to be nearby. Anything a little farther away not bolted down was sent flying.

Satisfied with her handiwork and not willing to push her luck further, Yuna bugged out. Her 6 remaining missiles would get to fight another day, and Yuna was ready to be back on the ground with a drink in her hand.

[@Smike]