Foster

Another World's War

Dibbs on placing an Cuban MiG-23BN as ranger 2.

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No issue with redundant targeting then. It's just fortunate for the MiG-31 (and the rest of the squad for that matter) that the situation presented, as written, made for a VERY favorable target set for the MiG-31. This aircraft has the ability to hit targets at a far greater range than any other platform presently in the squadron and as stated in my OOC post it was simply best practice to fire them on very high percentage shots. Anyone was welcome to speak up then, but did not do so and the post has hung out there uncontested for seventeen days up until now. I would have rewritten back then if someone had an issue and a better method with which to move the plot and fight the enemy IC.

@Pilatus

CAP = Combat Air Patrol = Fighters = those things that are fast and nimble enough to utterly murder us all

1st salvo, using russian long-range lock-on after launch missiles are well suited for such head-on "ambushes" due to their tiny launch signature (no radar-lock ping needed until about 1 sec from merge). Making them the cheapest and easist way to whittle them down.

Is why Clem burned all four of his R-27s on fighters, and on first read, I was assuming you had done the same with R-33s.
Resault: Nearly complete squad-wipe of all enemy fighters in a single pass.
-Which is why these sorts of engagements are called "Fox One Cheapshot" in brevity (also "Mad-dog" because they [the IR guided missiles launched w/o any lock] can accidentally lock onto friendlies or outgoing missiles).

But if you really want to try your luck against an infitiy-gen alien fighter in a turn & burn fest, by all means.

The bomber-sized stuff can probably even be targeted by air-to-ground ordnance. Such as JDAMs and rocket-pods.

Game: "Useless" superpowers

Edit for Doug: the uncommon super-ability to think.

Super Power: To make anyone on Earth laugh utilising referential and meme based humour. Only works once per person.

@TwelveOf8

To be fair, this is p. much my super-power, and Shynet can confirm.

@Foster Be a therapist. AND HELLO THERE! *glomps*

Hm. The ability to change the color of your eyes. ...originally I thought about changing a different thing's color, but I decided...eh, better keep it away from the toilet.

@shylarah

Rooster teeth had that for "Million Dollars, but" except it glowed, stupidly-brightly... Awesome for hosting NSFW rave-parties...

Add wigs, and now 10th best spy ever.

Ability: To change hairstyle to match whatever you're thinking, BUuuuuuut, there is no 'hold' or 'pause', meaning easy-come, easy-go and a bunch of bad hair days.

Alternately, a sentient shadow that only you can see, oh, and it talks... but again only you can hear it.

Another World's War

>Sides with Massa on this one, because sticking to designated targets from flight-lead prevents redundant targeting.

Like spamming 20 missiles at once for a target that only needs one hit.
-which'd kinda demonstrate that pilot's faith in that particular missile.

Also, iirc, USAF wrote something about bomber-sized target-drones (QB-52 FTW) being able to take an AIM-7 sparrow hit and keep chugging to their target like a boss.



I mean, y'all know the punishment an A-10 can take [it'll buff]... lets assume the big things can take that and scale it.
-Sometimes those pesky SA-2s jumped up and bit the pilot/co-pilot, just to make the flight home more challenging.

I remember seeing a photo of the one TBM Avenger that made it back at the battle of Midway (pilot was blind [eyes blown out by flak]). Swiss-cheese and a box of purple-hearts.

The Hole: 1940s Magic Noir (High Casual-Low Advanced)

All Twombly felt was a shudder, something brushing up against the back of his leg, and a shout. Gripping the pilfered dart, he swiveled around expecting to meet the ferret trying to land a haymaker, only instead to see Charlie knocked off his barstool and sitting dumb on his ass. He hadn't so much seen or heard the shove as much as felt the uncerimonious landing. There was also a small woman with a large instrument-case nearly as big as herself. After this assesment, he managed to pick out something about something throwing duds and managed to piece-together while fienting deep contemplation that she had something that needed to be fixed, that probably could've been fixed by anyone... but this girl chose him. His reputation had spread quickly, it seemed.

"I could look at it here, if you'd like. But I doubt I'd be able to fix it until I swing back to my workshop." He then looked at the impatient little timber-wolf with a warm smile, and the ferret with a frown, and then to Sully with an enquiring expression (to which he got nothing but an amused shrug). He sighed, pulling a few dollar bills from his pocket and placing them on the counter along with the dart.

He then started walking for the door, "Sully, make sure Charlie gets a cab-ride home in one piece. You can't let your best customer get himself into more trouble than he can mooch his way out of." He said, pausing expectantly. "Speaking of wich; Miss, if we're both going to be in a hurry to meet up in the same place, I see no reason why I can't split a cab-fare with you."

Another World's War

I still don't know how I am going to get my character into things at this point in?

@Remipa Awesome

You've got a jump-jet.

There's an A-6 that'll need an escort.

We'll assume you were inoffensive at the briefing.

Didn't peg, just scared.

@Massasauga

I saw brevity-codes for hits and descriptions of bandits trailing smoke.

The big ships are probably right-rattled by now, but right now I'm more worried about the two completely unmolested fighters that could be doing anything.

Another World's War

M'kay. So just a tl;dr recap:

MiG-31 went in high and fast, pegged each of the four big ones with a bloody huge missile each, zoooooom-cliiiiiiiiimb, used sun to blind their weapons-fire before doing a cropduster-turn to re-engage two more with missiles.

MiG-23 went in low fast and hot, pegging a few fighters along the way (some with unguided rockets) and dragging most of them down into the weebs. Creative use of the R-60 ensues.

Dalcon finally shows-up, pegs a big one with a super-sidewinder, then an AIM-120 to finish.

So... this pretty much means fighters engaged:
MiG-31: Engaged two fighter craft. Probably still has an R-73 and guns (260 rds / 1.75 sec).

MiG-23: Aggro'd everything. Packing two rocket-pods, guns (200 rds / 3.4 sec), and a single R-60 pointed aft. That's it.

Dalcon: Searching for targets. Short a sidewinder and AMRAAM (presumes has one of each still). Also has a JDANM. Oh, and guns (500 rds / 5 sec)

There were 8 of them. And the most Clem got was 5.

So there's at least two more bandits up my tailpipe, pls declog. kthxbye.

Game: "Useless" superpowers

You have the ability to control glass.

@Lady Selune

Colonel Glass.
Rank A supervillian (helped that he had a healing-factor to match).

Potato seeds spontaneously are planted around you, as long as they could grow.

@Lady Selune

Start a distillery for vodka. Overthrow local warlord in Eastern Europe. Watch Top Gear. Play Minecraft. Get Pig.

Ability to make people forget their nightmares.

Change A Single Word

Spank Everyone

Game: "Useless" superpowers

Blinking contest champion, able to hold off the weeping angels for another time.

Ability: Ability to juggle anything purple. Nothing that isn't.

The Hole: 1940s Magic Noir (High Casual-Low Advanced)

The Hole

May 13, 1947
^{Another typical tuesday}

In a secluded corner of the dingy bar sat a tired-looking maned-wolf, who'd occassionally peer at the dartboard whenever he felt a dart go *THUNK* into the wall. Instead he focused on the feet of a content little rummy ferret tapping his feet against the barstool as some sort of noise that probably counted as music played over the radio. Even deaf he could tell the tin-box sound of the speaker hardly did the young musical performer any justice... Frank... something...

Looking up, he saw Sully, working behind the bar trying to keep the happy people happy and eager to pay tips, and keep the unhappy people from bottling their anger up until they'd explode and ruin it for everyone. It was a art-form in action to watch, really; a bit hard to watch without subtitles, but lip-dubbing whatever words seemed to fit was often more entertaining anywas.

He tipped his glass from side to side, trying to see if there was anything left in the bottom that could be swirled-out as he contemplated going up for another drink, at risk of barging into the middle of a private and closely gaurded conversation. Of course, it was then something interesting had to happen.

Apparently the ferret was starting to get flirty, and wasn't pulling enough charm for the lady, but too drunk to realize it. He'd lean-in, she'd lean back; he'd slide his drink closer to hers, she'd pick hers up and set it down further away. Twombly got up and strode-over just as the ferret was getting handsy, pulling a dart from the wall along the way.

"What's a fine little flower like you doing up on the rocks amongst the moss when there's such fine music to dance to?" He enquired, he was taking a gamble on the song of course, but the rhythmn seemed slow enough to keep up with. (1941 edition)