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 Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 5:28 pm
"We got Russian YAK Bombers and MiG Fighters coming in from the Northeast! Scramble all fighters and attack the enemy aircraft!!!"
The last message Joey had gotten before he took off for the unfriendly skies. His squadron was no older than Sophmore Year High School Students, all eagerly wanting to go home and shaking in their cockpits. Every formation was numbered with four plane groups, with a larger fomation made up of five of them, two on top and bottom, and one in the center, sort of like how a die is dotted.
Joey looked around at his group, then back forward. "Alright, we're doing this by the book! Take out as many Enemy aircraft you can! If your plane's falling apart, Ditch, crashland, whatever! Make sure you're as close to American held territory as possible!" With that, he looked ack at the approaching Soviet aircraft, their prop engines starting to be heard over theirs.
"Break formation! Attack opprotune targets!" With that, Joey's formation broke apart, going out to hunt the Bombers, knowing below the European villages were looking up at them.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 6:16 pm
Her hat had been blown off by the turbulance of the low-flying warplanes as she stood transfixed with horor as she looked up at the skies. Her freinds, family, and neighbors ran in all directions while she found herself unable to move.
((Not much of a post, but then again, haven't figured my character out yet. Might be a doctory person, donno. But she does have a hat.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 7:16 pm
The bullets began to fly, casings raining down onto the village, still smoking. The ones that hit the snow on the ground melted it upon impact, a small hissing heard as the steam clouded up from where they landed.
Flames spat up from the bomber that Joey fired into, the Soviet plane's wing tearing off and crashing down onto the village, crashing into one of the streets. Civilians ran left and right, trying to avoid being crushed to death by the wing that fell from the skies.
Soon, planes fell down in flames, some crashing into the ground nearby, others into the streets and even into several homes and stores. Parachutes appeared overhead left and right, sadly enough to count on one hand.
Joey's guns blazed away, taking out another enemy plane. Unfortunately, he got a lot of unwanted attention from the escort fighters. Trying to avoid the planes, he dove down, flying in between the village homes, only feet off the ground. Three Soviet fighters chased after him, shooting small bursts of bullets, several slamming into Joey's plane, eating it away. He pulled up as black, inky smoke spewed from the engine of his Mustang, rolling to avoid more shots.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 7:38 pm
She had taken intrest in the lone plane that had attracted quite the bit of attention. As she had skirted out of the view of those that had parachuted back to the earth, she also began to search for her hat. She didn't really have much else to do at this point; except to wait until that plane fell from the sky.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 7:54 pm
(( Great, a skeptic rolleyes ))
Joey climbed, shooting straight up. He looked back at the persuing Soviet fighters, all beginning to stall on their way up. All, that is, except for one.
This pilot had been after Joey since back in Alaska. The two faced off over in a battle for the air supremacy above Anchorage. The American rookie managed to shoot down and humiliate this ace, who vowed revenge on this boy. Now, a year later, and he was so close to achieving it...
Joey's plane dove downward, spiraling as it bit into the air, climbing back up, the trail of black smoke showing its flight path. The enemy ace tailed behind him all the way, shooting the occasional burst of hot lead at him.
Looking up, Joey blinked in horror as he saw the remaining bomber opening it's bomb bay doors. The son of a b***h's going to bomb the village!!! That thought ran through his mind rapidly. He had no time to think, nor any time to line up a shot. He'd have to ram it...
Quickly, he spun upward, the Ace still following him. The nose of his aircraft pointed right at the Bomber's exposed belly. Joey pushed the throttle as much as it could, the plane bolting forward and plowing into the bomber as his guns gave out their calls, flames erupting from it's belly. The ace wasn't fast enough to react, slamming into the wreckage that soon came after. Down, down, came the jumbled twisted metal, smouldering and smoking like a meteor landing into the village lake with a horrendous crash of water, ice, ash, and mud.
The American counterattack was a disaster in the skies. Though they had taken out all the bombers, none of the three known survivors could make it back by plane.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 8:32 pm
((Nuuu, I ain't a skeptic!!! It's just building something that I'm not quite sure what the blueprints are yet! (( xd ))))
The village was a mess, dead littered the streets and there were house fires everywhere. The woman soon found that she was meerly pushed out of the way with helping everything, so instead she borrowed a horse and went over to the base of one of the mountains, where it was apparent that one of the poilets landed at through ejecting his seat at the last minute.
There was blood on the snow, and it seemed as if the piolets arm had broken his fall; which now had a compund fracture.
"Hallo," She said as she dismounted and went over to the man, "You are bleeding very badly. I vill take you to our town so you can get help, ja?" She had an accent and wasn't fluent with the English, but it was better than nothing.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 2:08 pm
The British pilot looked up at the woman, frowning some. "About Bloody time you found me! Starting to fear some damn Red's going to find me. You 'ave anything to drink?" He shook his head. "Pardon me, Madam. Just a little angry after getting shot out of the sky..."
The drone of a lone P-51 was heard overhead, inky black smoke seen spewing from it's engine. Joey struggled with the controls, a gash over his hairline spilling out blood that covered a portion of his face. Gritting his teeth, he went in low, cutting the power from the engines and letting the props run idle as his plane lowered itself to the ground. After every air attack, there was always an infantry charge.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 2:40 pm
"No, I haf nothing to drink vith me, but I can take you to ze village and see vat ve can do for you there." She looked back into the sky and shook her head, muttering something in her own language. "Ve should get going... Unless you mind waiting to see if zat other pilot makes it out of ze rubble."
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:11 pm
Jacobin wrestled free of a pile of bricks, stood up, then dusted off his sleeves.
"Jacobin Swiftwater's the name, and I'm not in your service, flyboy. I," he said, jabbing a thumb to his chest, "am a working mercenary with the Kaigawel Corporation, First Class. And don't you forget it, propeller-head!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:22 pm
"You cannot move around like zat, you'll get hurt more. Und ve need not a fight to start here." She chastized the mercenary.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:29 pm
It was just then that Jacob noticed that the world seemed to be spinning at a faster pace than usual. And therefore, because it was rotating at a greater speed, night came earlier. He abruptly passed out, saying something to the effect of plurdled gabbleblotchits.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:41 pm
"Das ist verruckt..." Shaking her head she then looked to the other soldier. "Vell, there are more injured out here, I must get you two back zo I can come back out." She motioned to the unconscious Jacob and then over to her horse. "Ze three of us can fit on zie horse, ve go quick zough.."
((translation: "this is crazy". Told ya she was German. =D ))
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:51 pm
A trickle of spittle dribbled from Jacob's open mouth. At the same time, he colored the snow around him a bright yellow.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 9:39 pm
".......
Zie filthy pig.... 'e can stay here...."
((Woo! One-liner!!!))
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 7:26 am
The yellow snow started to turn red, and the spit began to choke Jacob. Unfortunately, his coughing only made the blood coming from you-know-where spurt out faster and harder. Finally, the pain was too much, and he sat up screaming obscenities.
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