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Meteor broke off from her circuit and pulled in to the right and below the damaged Corsair. She matched speed and looked over her shoulder.

"Your gear is down but the engine looks bad. Better set down quick. I'll stay on your wing for the approach."

Her voice was dead calm through the radio. She adjusted her position to give the other aircraft a little more space, rising up a little to make herself visible.
With the sound of the bell her staff evaporated in a burst of short lived sparks. Kyla straightened her robe and exited into the hallway. GLancing around for a moment, she headed off to the training area.
Rafale said
It was fine. Feel free to interact with Slyph while the rest of us dance with the angels, if you know what I mean.


Let's hope to not take that last part too literally.
Lost Cause said
I'm just going to stick with the line from the game that "accounts vary depending on the article and source." So everything contradicts.


yep, let's just count Aces At War as propaganda. Mobius One is still the greatest.
Still takes cast iron Cojones to fly into Megalith and blow it up from the inside.
Meteor pulled into a steep, turning climb, zig zagging to make any attempts to lock difficult. She kept an eye on Scott below her, watching for missile trails behind him. She punched into the clouds a second before Scott, hooking hard to the side and continuing to zig zag. She replied to Scott on the squadron frequency.

"They have to use radar in the clouds, fire off some chaff and it should blind them."

She dropped some chaff of her own and reversed the direction of her turn, hoping that her idea worked. If they were lucky one of the bandits might take some into its engine.
oh, right. here's mine: Link
Kyla sat in her room, turning through the last few pages of a textbook. She finished it and set it aside with the rest. She stood and pushed the chair out of the way, standing in the middle of the room. A column of fire rose briefly from her hand before becoming solid. She spun it and adjusted the balance, tapering the tips and bringing more mass to the center. She launched into a series of moves, pausing at the end each before moving into the next.
The F-111 is my end goal. large payload, high speed and a sexy form factor.

(though maybe if I could wiggle my way into a TU-160 or T-4 later? XB-70? )
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