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Silverwind Blade said
Bloop
Hey, I really don't mind. I just replaced what you said with 'A lot of text' so there wouldn't be this giant blob of text we'd already read just sitting around in my post.
Pastaed. Wingman get! TOMCATS STICK TOGETHER.
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As Jackson listened to the AWACS operator, it became clear that there was some crazy shit going down. Before he could respond, the kid in the other F-14 did it for him. "Declaring yourself the leader of our little bunch, eh kid?" He said over the comms. He was just screwing around, but he hoped someone would correct him. He didn't have the slightest goddamn idea who was in charge. "Amy? I want you to mark that other F-14, I'm gonna watch his back." He said (Comms closed) to his A.I co-pilot. There was a soft beep as the other plane was marked with several blue lines.
He was about to speak again but he was surprised to find the other guy just blazing ahead. With a smirk, he poured on his own afterburners, easily keeping up with the slightly older model. Zooming ahead, he managed to acquire a lock on a particularly uppity... drone, by the looks, that looked like making his soon to be friend into a nice soft bullet sponge. He pushed his favorite button, sending a sidewinder (With 'Get Fucked' crudely painted on it) its way. "You may wish to conserve your weaponry, major." The A.M.M.I said, in its usual feminine monotone, chiding him for his overzealousness with his weapons. "Relax, it's just one." He flipped on the Comms again. "Hey, I'm all for charging ahead but you might wanna make sure you have a wingman before you do that," He sort of trailed off, obviously waiting for a name.
As Jackson listened to the AWACS operator, it became clear that there was some crazy shit going down. Before he could respond, the kid in the other F-14 did it for him. "Declaring yourself the leader of our little bunch, eh kid?" He said over the comms. He was just screwing around, but he hoped someone would correct him. He didn't have the slightest goddamn idea who was in charge. "Amy? I want you to mark that other F-14, I'm gonna watch his back." He said (Comms closed) to his A.I co-pilot. There was a soft beep as the other plane was marked with several blue lines.
He was about to speak again but he was surprised to find the other guy just blazing ahead. With a smirk, he poured on his own afterburners, easily keeping up with the slightly older model. Zooming ahead, he managed to acquire a lock on a particularly uppity... drone, by the looks, that looked like making his soon to be friend into a nice soft bullet sponge. He pushed his favorite button, sending a sidewinder (With 'Get Fucked' crudely painted on it) its way. "You may wish to conserve your weaponry, major." The A.M.M.I said, in its usual feminine monotone, chiding him for his overzealousness with his weapons. "Relax, it's just one." He flipped on the Comms again. "Hey, I'm all for charging ahead but you might wanna make sure you have a wingman before you do that," He sort of trailed off, obviously waiting for a name.
Silverwind Blade said
Lots of text.
I see. Alright.
Also, I derped, I meant wing and flight to be switched around.
So, a flight is two wings of two planes each, right? is one guy in a wing in charge of the other? Does one guy command the whole flight?
How does the military feel about us all pimping our planes out like this? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate maximum bling, but...
Fuck that was fast...
Okay, I posted again. RL is showing mercy for once. I'll poke lucius.
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