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FourtyTwoScott's relief at having hit the TU-160 was short-lived, as the listing jet began a tortured turn toward the nearby village. Anguished at the site, Scott goosed the A-10's throttle to pour on more dinosaurs, wringing out as much power from the plane as it could. While it was not a supersonic powerhouse, four-hundred-some MPH wasn't slow either... just not as fast.
A sense of some small relief lit upon him as one of the other pilots - Teale, her name was over the radio - zeroed in on the limping bomber.
"Roger that," Scott answered in reply to her taking on the plane. "Softened 'em up for you, finish it off, over. I'll keep your ass clear!"
The blond-haired pilot dropped the A-10's portside wing and pulled the jet into a steeply banked turn, slicing around to drop behind the needle-shaped F-104C as it rocketed onward, closing on the big Blackjack.
As the Su-27's closed in, the pilot growled and shrugged into his harness, clenching his jaw. Ah fuck it, he thought to himself, why the hell not
The A-10C was slow, yes, and couldn't hack it for altitude or for air-to-air long-range armaments. But it was agile with the straight low wing, and with it's slow speed, it could out-turn anything short of a unicycle, and that's where Scott fought from.
Keeping the HUD in air-to-air mode, he slewed the blunt nose of the jet onto the sleek shape of the Su-27 urging the infra-red seeker to get a lock on the approaching fighter. As he did, the ground-attacker pilot winced and squinted, strange shifting lights shifting in the air in front of him making him lose sight of the aircraft, even with the visor of his helmet down.
The seeker for the Sidewinder held true, however, and the reassuring buzzer of a lock-on sounded in his ear.
"Angel 4, fox two," he called as he thumbed the launch button. The AIM-9 blasted from under the wing of the jet on a plume of white smoke, and he willed it to make contact, even as he heeled the jet over on a turn to intercept the Su-27, thumbing the fire selector over to the enormous rotary cannon in the nose of the plane. If the missile didn't hit, he'd do his level best to in the least put the fighter off and make them think twice, if not shoot them down.
A sense of some small relief lit upon him as one of the other pilots - Teale, her name was over the radio - zeroed in on the limping bomber.
"Roger that," Scott answered in reply to her taking on the plane. "Softened 'em up for you, finish it off, over. I'll keep your ass clear!"
The blond-haired pilot dropped the A-10's portside wing and pulled the jet into a steeply banked turn, slicing around to drop behind the needle-shaped F-104C as it rocketed onward, closing on the big Blackjack.
As the Su-27's closed in, the pilot growled and shrugged into his harness, clenching his jaw. Ah fuck it, he thought to himself, why the hell not
The A-10C was slow, yes, and couldn't hack it for altitude or for air-to-air long-range armaments. But it was agile with the straight low wing, and with it's slow speed, it could out-turn anything short of a unicycle, and that's where Scott fought from.
Keeping the HUD in air-to-air mode, he slewed the blunt nose of the jet onto the sleek shape of the Su-27 urging the infra-red seeker to get a lock on the approaching fighter. As he did, the ground-attacker pilot winced and squinted, strange shifting lights shifting in the air in front of him making him lose sight of the aircraft, even with the visor of his helmet down.
The seeker for the Sidewinder held true, however, and the reassuring buzzer of a lock-on sounded in his ear.
"Angel 4, fox two," he called as he thumbed the launch button. The AIM-9 blasted from under the wing of the jet on a plume of white smoke, and he willed it to make contact, even as he heeled the jet over on a turn to intercept the Su-27, thumbing the fire selector over to the enormous rotary cannon in the nose of the plane. If the missile didn't hit, he'd do his level best to in the least put the fighter off and make them think twice, if not shoot them down.