NSWRPF Archive The Skies Above: Ace Combat

Story:

The Ceres Ocean separates the lands of Osea and Yuktobania, nation-states that share a fragile peace negotiated some years ago after a wartime nuclear disaster. Sand Island military base lies in the middle of this vast sea, home to the Osea Air Defence Force's 108th tactical fighter squadron.

September 23, 2010, 0414 hours. A cautious attempt at diplomacy unravels as members of the 108th attempt intercept an unidentified aircraft, and are nearly wiped out. As the base scrambles it's defenses and is pt on Red Alert, you and your fellow elite fighter pilots are called up to protect your home nation of Osea from the escalating Yuktobanian threat.

Character Death
Character death is a fact of real life. It will also happen in my games. If a player puts in their best effort, I will do my best to keep them alive, barring them doing something incredibly stupid. The quickest way to die is to quit posting during combat.

Joining
I like to have a large amount of character interaction in my games. As such, prospective players should be good writers that play off of the details provided by other players. If I am unfamiliar with your work, I will sometimes ask for an application essay.

Rules
1. Your GM is the absolute and final authority in this campaign. There are few exceptions to this, most notably when I work with a Co-GM or when another person is guest-GMing or filling in for me.
2. See rule number 1.
3. No public flaming wars allowed. There will be no warning on this rule. Your character will be dealt with and you, as a player, will no longer be welcome in the game.
4. If you leave the game(or are kicked out), I reserve the right to write out your character in a manner that fits with the current storyline. I will, however, try to respect the wishes of the player.
5. Anything said in character or done during the game does not necessarily reflect the opinions of the GM, but if there is something that is not to your liking, contact me immediately.
6. Bear in mind that is is a game, it should be fun. High maintenance players are a bit tiresome after a while. If you're going to argue a point with your GM or another player, ask yourself first if it is really necessary. If your GM needs to resolve an issue, please refer to Rules 1 and 2.
7. Obey the TOS
8. Please, if you are not confident in your spelling or grammar, use a word processor with a spell checker.
9.Combat-
Combat will be done differently in this game...I wish for you, in combat, to post what you are going to do.
Ex: I will fly straight, until I meet an enemy. When I meet an enemy I will fire my missiles at him!
Of course i don't want your post to be that simple, but you get the idea.
10. PM ALL CHARACTER SHEET TO ME FOR APPROVAL!

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Character Sheet:
Character Name:
Age:
Gender:
Birthplace:
Belief System:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Weight:
Handedness:
Physical Description:(one paragraph) Does not necessarily have to be unique features (please avoid scars and tattoos.)

Occupation: Pilot/RIO(Radio Intercept Officer)
current players. Some individual GMs may have need for others. Consult a GM if you're interested in something else.

Affiliation: The JB and or a GM will fill these sections out.
Rank: GM will fill these sections out.
Assignment: VF-33
Likes and Dislikes:

Relationships

Family: Please avoid orphans.
Closest Ally or Friend:
Worst Enemy or Rival:
Biggest Secret:

Basic Personality:

Character Background: (minimum 3 paragraphs. Maximum 5 paragraphs/30 lines.) Actual length may vary depending on the needs of the character. Try to cover your character's overall history, not just on one event.

Eqiupment:(Everyone starts with this package!)

Tactical Life Support Suit (Flight suit)
H&K PD8 Semi-Automatic Pistol
2 Work Uniforms
2 Parade Uniform
1 Dress Uniform
Field Kit with:
~Emergency Rations (3 days)
~Rations (Two weeks worth, stored in VF)
~Canteen
~

 

Char Intro.
Character Sheet: Ukara - AC5
Character Name: Warren Peace
Age:20
Gender:Male
Birthplace:
Belief Systemo unto others as you would have them do to you...
Hair Color: Dark
Eye Colorlive
Height: 185cm
Weight:110kg
Handedness:Right
Physical Description: A better then average looking bloke... Solid build of a man who worked with his hands and heavy tools. It was rare that the hint of humor did not show on his face. Curly hair that he keeps fairly short...

Occupation: Pilot/RIO(Radio Intercept Officer)
current players.

Affiliation: Osea Air Defence Force's 108th tactical fighter squadron.
Rank:
Assignment: F-4E Phantom -10,500 -Fighter
Likes and Dislikes: Likes Flying, classical music, Aircraft models.
Dislikes: Kain, Kain, Kain, Bullies, Lazy sods...

Relationships

Family:
Closest Ally or Friend: Father until he meets someone else
Worst Enemy or Rival: Kain Allard who tried to take something his oldest sister wasn't willing to give him. Dealt with the matter himself rather than involve the police.
Biggest Secret: Warren knows that Kain will never walk normally again thanks to his attitude adjustment.

Basic Personality: Big Brother to all but will tend to favor the underdog in any given situation. Will say what he feels he need to say in any given situation whether his opinion is required or not. Inherited his fathers dry sence of humor which gave him his name.

Character Background: Warren grew up the 2nd of 5 children the oldest of 2 sons.Father ran a garage that the brothers helped with until Warren felt he needed to look at the bigger picture. Warren grew up in a home where his parents made sure he knew he was loved but knowing he had an obligation to the rest of humanity. He enjoyed playing his guitar and tinkering over his models. Did quite well at school but joined the family business at 18 anyway since he enjoyed the work and loved his father a lot.

The next two years were to bring a large enlightenment to his life... He studied warplanes and thier histories which became his Obsession/hobby thru his books and models. The incident with Kain (though Kain was older he was not really physicaly endowed) and his Oldest sister brought home to him the sence of justice and obligation to his fellow man as well as an increased respect from his father who swore that he would finish what Warren started if Kain ever showed his face in that part of town again. His brother turned 16 and left school to also join the family business. He felt that now he could take the opportunity to fulfill the new calling he felt on his life.

He signed over his share of his inheritance to his brother and went off on his own way. Flying was where his heart was at and his sence of duty to his fellow man caused him to join the Airforce. His father made sure Warren knew he was proud of his decision although he would rather have kept his son safe... Mother finally admitted her baby had grown up and hugged him farewell. With what money he had set aside from the family business he took off to find his life...

EqiupmentEveryone starts with this package!)

Tactical Life Support Suit (Flight suit)
H&K PD8 Semi-Automatic Pistol
2 Work Uniforms
2 Parade Uniform
1 Dress Uniform
Field Kit with:
~Emergency Rations (3 days)
~Rations (Two weeks worth, stored in VF)
~Canteen
~Thermal Blanket
~3 Signal Flares
~Infrared Distancing Binoculars
Pocket Flashlight
emergency direction finder
Combat/Survival Knife
First Aid Kit with:
~Healing Salve
~Dressing
~Tourniquet
~Bandages
~Painkillers
~Stimulants
~First Aid Booklet
Cash Card with 500 Credits

 

Character Name: Trent Shepard
Age: 24
Gender: male
Birthplace: Brintan, Osea
Belief System: pessimist
Hair Color: brown
Eye Color: blue
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 185 lbs
Handedness: Right
Physical Description: Trent is of medium build and complexion. His hair is short and mostly unkempt.

Occupation: Pilot

Affiliation: Osea
Rank: 2nd Lt.
Assignment: VF-33
Likes and Dislikes: likes challenges, dislikes surprises

Relationships

Family: Father and Mother, both living in Brintan
Closest Ally or Friend: none
Worst Enemy or Rival: also none
Biggest Secret: I'll never tell...

Basic Personality: Trent is the first person to point out the worst case scenario. He is also blunt to a fault. Paradoxically, he is the one that fights the hardest to prevent the worst case scenario from happening.

Character Background: Nothing interesting to tell.

EqiupmentEveryone starts with this package!)
Hawk
Tactical Life Support Suit (Flight suit)
H&K PD8 Semi-Automatic Pistol
2 Work Uniforms
2 Parade Uniform
1 Dress Uniform
Field Kit with:
~Emergency Rations (3 days)
~Rations (Two weeks worth, stored in VF)
~Canteen
~Thermal Blanket
~3 Signal Flares
~Infrared Distancing Binoculars
Pocket Flashlight
emergency direction finder
Combat/Survival Knife
First Aid Kit with:
~Healing Salve
~Dressing
~Tourniquet
~Bandages
~Painkillers
~Stimulants
~First Aid Booklet
Cash Card with 6000 Credits(this must be used to buy first Aircraft.)

 

GM APPROVED

Character Name: Dorian Vask
Call Sign: Nitro
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Ustio
Belief System: "If he hits you, hit him back. But always be a gentleman to the ladies."
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 65kg
Handedness: left handed
Physical Description: Dorian is well below average height and not particularly broad. He is however, quite strong for his size. His has a goatee and often wears dark sun glasses.
Occupation: Pilot
Affiliation: The JB and or a GM will fill these sections out.
Rank: GM will fill these sections out.
Assignment: F-5E
Likes: Flying fast, Blowing things up, reading.
Dislikes: Escort duty, training munitions, dishonourable people.

Relationships

Family: Just his parents and a few cousins he doesn't really know
Closest Ally or Friend: hasn't found him/her yet.
Worst Enemy or Rival: Not really an enemy but certainly rival. Janos Guyan, is chief rival throughout flight school. They competed in everything, especially flying and women. Janos was, of course, a numb skull with no appreciable talent.
Biggest Secret: Released what he though was a training bomb over a civillian community during a peace time exercise. He was told that his family would be killed if the news got out so he hasn't told anyone. He did however, request transfer to the Osean Air Force. A request that was granted by superiors eager to put as much distance as possible between them and Dorian.

Basic Personality: Easy going unless you prove to be dishonourable, then you wouldn't get the time of day.

Character Background: Dorians father was in the army and his mother was a nurse, so for much of his childhood he was left to his own devices. He easily made friends with others of his age, but chose his friends carefully. He developed a strong sense of right and wrong very early in life.
Despite the fact that he changed schools every year or so, Dorian did quite well in his lessons and excelled in the subjects he enjoyed. Particularly science and maths.
One year he was taken to an airshow with overflights from military jets and an aerobatics show. From that time on he decided he was going to be a pilot. He started collecting aeronautics magazines and researching flight. He got a job and used all the money for piloting lessons. By the time he enrolled in the Airforce at 21 he knew almost as much as his instructors on the theory of flight and could fly rings around his other class mates.
Since then he has flown almost every jet in the world, from Migs to the F-16.

EqiupmentEveryone starts with this package!)

Tactical Life Support Suit (Flight suit)
H&K PD8 Semi-Automatic Pistol
2 Work Uniforms
2 Parade Uniform
1 Dress Uniform
Field Kit with:
~Emergency Rations (3 days)
~Rations (Two weeks worth, stored in VF)
~Canteen
~Thermal Blanket
~3 Signal Flares
~Infrared Distancing Binoculars
Pocket Flashlight
emergency direction finder
Combat/Survival Knife
First Aid Kit with:
~Healing Salve
~Dressing
~Tourniquet
~Bandages
~Painkillers
~Stimulants
~First Aid Booklet
Cash Card with 2,900 Credits


AVAILABLE AIRCRAFT:
F-5E Tiger II - 8,100 - Fighter

 

GM~ Ok, We will start with you three, I don't want it to get crammed up so I am going to let two or three more people join. But until then, Let's get going.

For Purpose of simplicity, I will color Code my GM-posts. I will use Blue for the AWACS Thunderhead, and I will use Orange for Captain Jack
I also ask that you post your loadout with your actions.

This is the current Formation:

Lead- Captain Jack "The Knife" Mertock
3 O'clock-Warren Peace
6 O'clock-Trent Shepard
9 O'clock-Dorian "Nitro" Vask

Patrol Duty~Ceres Ocean

Captain Mertock Led the Squadron in a round about way over the Ceres Ocean. These regular patrols were what had kept Osea safe all these years since the war...but something was new.

Jack looked over his left shoulder to see 'Nitro' on hiw left wing. He took a further glance to see Second Lieutenant Trent Shepard on his tail. He then switched sides to see Waaren Peace on his right Wing.

Two of these newcomers hadn't been given Nicknames yet...

Opening up the comm channel Jack speaks aloud, "Ok Wardogs, two of your don't have names...We are going to use today, to figure out what names your going to be given, got that Kids?"

Jack did not have time to get an answer.

'Wardog Squadron, There's a bogey inbound on your sector. Intercept and find out who and what they are doing here.'

"Roger command" says Captain Jack, "Ok wardogs, follow my lead, and keep your weapons hot."

The four pilots speed up and come up behind the UFO(Enemy Plane), "Unidentified Aircraft, reduce your speed and follow us to a sanctioned landing field...I repeat, reduce your speed and follow us to a sanctioned landing field."

There came no answer, and the Enemy Aircraft sped up. On the Cpatains RADAR he finds seven Bogey's, before he has time they have already fired on the Wardogs.

"Wardogs! Engage enemy fighters."
_____________________________________________________
Enemy:
1. F-5E Tiger II
2. F-5E Tiger II
3. F-5E Tiger II
4. F-5E Tiger II
5. F-5E Tiger II
6. F-5E Tiger II
7. F-5E Tiger II
_____________________________________
F-5E Tiger II Loadout:
Missiles:30
XLAAR:10

F-4E Phantom Loadout:
Missiles:30
XLAAR:10

Hawk Loadout:
Missiles:40
QUAAM:4
_____________________________________

ACTIONS PLEASE!!!!

 

OOC: excuse my ignorance but... XLAAR? QUAAM?

 

"Ok Wardogs, two of your don't have names...We are going to use today, to figure out what names your going to be given, got that Kids?"
"Roger that, Call me Bear..."

"Wardogs! Engage enemy fighters."

"Roger Engaging Enemy's 4 & 5..."

Warren began weaving to present a harder target. and line up on his targets

1: Dodge
2: Fire 4 missiles @ fighter 4
3: Dodge
4: Fire 4 missiles @ fighter 5
5: Dodge


OOC: Any chance of a tactical map?

 

IC: Dorian Vask (Nitro)
"Wardogs! Engage enemy fighters."
Even before the captain had said "Engage" Dorian had reacted to the missile launch warning. Immediately he dropped chaff and flares, then slammed the throttle to full military power, just below afterburners, and pulled a hard turn towards the missiles. Then he started dancing the fighter around to try and make the missiles overshoot while at the same time trying to get a lock on the first enemy fighter.

OOC: so, action 1; flares/chaff. 2/3; full power and turn into missiles. 4; evasive action to throw missiles. 5; target enemy number 1. 6; If targetted, fire 2 missiles.

 

IC: Trent Shepard

Trent had ignored the mechanics this morning when the told him he should take out a more combat worthy craft than the Hawk trainer. He had ignored them because it could mount the QAAM missile. Not to mention it wasn't to bad a craft to fly.

"Wardogs! Engage enemy fighters."

"Oh great." Trent mused over the comms. "Now we have to risk our lives and likely get chewed out afterwards by the brass for engaging unidentified craft without authorization."

In spite of his complaints he faced the enemy fighters, angling his fighter low and throwing it to full burn. Once he had gotten around behind the squadron, he hit the brakes and spiraled his fighter around. His squadmates in front and Trent in back, the enemy now had two fronts to worry about. Switching on his QAAM's, Trent loosed first one, then another at two of the fighters.

ACTIONS:
fly past squadron, turn around to face their rears, then fire 1 QAAM each at planes 6 and 7

 

ooc// has this died after 3 IC post? c'mon people.

 

I have it on good authority that Pheonix_Rising's computer is broken. That and summer generally slows games down for some reason.

 

OOC: Sorry about that, ColdFire is correct my computers broken and I don't have too many chances to post. And yah, summer does slow things down... Also, Ukara, I don't think there is much of a chance for a tactical map. I'm sure you have played Ace5 before, just imagine your in the middle of nowhere flying above the ocean, with seven enemies flying in a furball with the four of you guys. In the initial flyby you were flying west, and they were flying north-west, straight towards you.


GM~
Bear released eight missiles on two of the bogeys, hitting and destroying both moments before they could fire at him. As this happens, the red light in his cockpit flashes as an alert to a lock-on. If he looks behind himself he see's the missiles trailing smoke gaining quickly.

Nitro releases his flares as a missile trails behind him. The flares make the missile explode prematurly and Nitro is safe for the time being. As he releases his missiles, one of them veeres off-course and strikes the water beneath them. The other flies after it's target and hits just behind the cockpit, the pilot ejects just before the missile hits.

Trent flies past the bogey's in the initial pass, nealry taking a hit from one of the missiles fired at them, and turns on them with his QUAAMs(sp?). They follow their targets like dogs on mailmen, and eventually strike their targets down.

The Captain saw his three wingmen engage the fighters, and decided that this would be fairly easy. Their formation split and Jack saw each of them release a bit of their payload.

"Just remember your training nuggets, and you'll do fine." The Captain commed in, "Hey Kid, that's you Trent, I'm gonna call you Kid from now on."

Tha Captain release two of his own missiles on bogey #2, and watches as they strike their target.

Just then, the Wardogs' AWACs 'Thunderhead' coes into the chatter, "Wardogs, who gave you permission to fire? Weapons safe, Weapons SAFE. Do not fire on enemy aircraft."

"There's only one left, nevermind. Wardogs, disengage."

The initial strike of from the Wardog Squadron deals a terrible blow to the enemy as six of the seven are destroyed within the first thirty seconds of combat. The last of them flee's after the retreating enemy spyplane that they were first ordered to come for.

"See guys, it's not that hard is it...let's go home."

Captain Jack leads the way as they fly towards Sand Island, although he waits for comm chatter to come up, hoping that he could hear more about these nuggets.

TAG: Others.

 

OOC: It's QAAM. Quick-manuever Air to Air Missile. All of the special weapons designations in the Ace Combat games are no more than 4 characters. We always say it like quahm, but that is just for ease of reference. I think whenever they say it in the games they actually pronounce each letter.

IC: Trent

The fight was over almost before it began. Six of the planes were downed with no casualties on their end. It seemed too easy. Then the AWACS chimed in and Trent had to resist an 'I told you so' about getting busted for engaging the fighters.

Kid? What kind of a name is that? "Sir? Maybe a different name would be more fitting. At least for the others to call me." Trent says. He rejoins formation, his trainer airplane in stark contrast to the other craft.

TAG

 

"Wardogs, who gave you permission to fire? Weapons safe, Weapons SAFE. Do not fire on enemy aircraft."
Dorian immediately lifted his thumb off the trigger, snarling at the comm call. He'd been about to fire another pair of missiles at the last fighter.
"Bloody hell."
He did a quick visual check of his squadmates and noticed a pair of missiles coming after the pilot who'd identified himself as Bear.
"Bear, break hard right, chaff and flares." He yelled into the comm as he tried to lock onto the 2 missiles.


OOC:I'm not sure what the relative speed are of missiles are here. If my missile can catch those missile then if I get a lock I'll fire one missile. Or an alternative weapon (guns?).
What does XLAAR stand for?

 

Bear released eight missiles on two of the bogeys, hitting and destroying both moments before they could fire at him. As this happens, the red light in his cockpit flashes as an alert to a lock-on. If he looks behind himself he see's the missiles trailing smoke gaining quickly.
"Bear, break hard right, chaff and flares."
"Ok...Thanks dude... This is not going to be a happy get together time..."
Bear quickly rammed home his throttle and loosed off 2 sets of flares then cut a hard turn to starboard before rolling onto line with one of the remaining enemy fighters...

Just then, the Wardogs' AWACs 'Thunderhead' coes into the chatter, "Wardogs, who gave you permission to fire? Weapons safe, Weapons SAFE. Do not fire on enemy aircraft."

Actions 1-5: Dodge and disengage

OOC: If the missiles miss, then the following will take place... If they dont, Bear might be going for a swim...

"What??? A bit late for that isn't it? Hmmmm, someones gunna get busted for this"
Bear rolled some more then turned back to disengage and headed towards formation...

"There's only one left, nevermind. Wardogs, disengage."
"Roger that.Bear forming up"
"See guys, it's not that hard is it...let's go home."
"Yeah, easy so far sir"

Captain Jack leads the way as they fly towards Sand Island, although he waits for comm chatter to come up, hoping that he could hear more about these nuggets.

"Any clue what they wanted Captain?" Bear assumed his posi in the formation...

 

That was good combat, although it was only one round...In the future I will try to get you guys a Tac. Map, I'll just have to find a place to host Images.

GM~

Bear does a great job avoiding the missile, until another one, unnoticed in the wake of the other comes up on him. As he breaks the second missile makes contact with the wing, but is obviously a dud. The missile falls into the ocean below, leaving minimal cosmetic damage on Bears aircraft.

Captain Jack looked over his shoulder and saw the incident, "Ouch Bear, where did the second missile come from?" He asks more to himself, knowing full well that he more than likely looked for more than one.

"Sir? Maybe a different name would be more fitting. At least for the others to call me."

"A different monicer? I got a name for you, but you probably wouldn't like it." He smiles to himself. "Well, your flying one of the training planes, I dunno why. How about Falcon? Or something zangy, Hunter, maybe?" Jack thinks to himself on the names as Bear chimes in.

"Any clue what they wanted Captain?"

"Probably protecting their spyplane, now those are pilots worth their wings." He thought on the enemy pilots, "One of the pilots bailed right? Hey Nitro, mind sending the request to HQ to get a chopper out here and pick him up? I'm probably not on the best terms with them right now."

TAG: Others

 

"One of the pilots bailed right? Hey Nitro, mind sending the request to HQ to get a chopper out here and pick him up? I'm probably not on the best terms with them right now."
Dorian double-clicked his mike to acknowlege and switch his frequency to HQ, "Command this is Dorian Vask of the Wardogs, flight of four under Captain Mertock, I'd like to request a pick up for enemy E.V. pilot. Ask "Thunderhead" for co-ordinates."
"Vask this is Command. What the hell are you hot heads doing?!?! Nobody gave you permission to fire. You're all on training duty when you get back here."
"Sir. Captain Mertock gave us permission to fire in response to an attack by 7 bogey's flying Tiger II's, Sir. If you have further questions Command, may I suggest you contact Captain Mertock Sir? I was following his orders Sir."
Whoever was on the other end was not happy, "Command Out."
Switching channels back to the squadron frequency Dorian keyed the comm again, "looks like we're taking some flak for this lead, you especially from the sound of things."

TAG: Pheonix_Rising
OOC: Hope that's ok.

 

OOC: Anyone else still posting?

 

OOC: Yeah... Was gunna wait for something else to happen, but whatever...

BIC:
Bear cruised on musing over the events as he flew...
"Ouch Bear, where did the second missile come from?"
"Why does that matter, unless it came from one of ours" he mused, quickly dismissing the thought as rediculous...

He opened the comm...

"Hey Nitro, thanks for the heads up. Hope I never have to do the same for you...
It shuoldn't be a problem back home since they actually did fire first"

 

IC: Trent.

"Whatever, just go with Kid. I don't care." Trent shifted in his seat. Not much of a shift, considering he was strapped down. "I just want to get back so we can get the chewing out over with."

TAG

 

GM~ Sorry for the delay, here's an update. Also, XLAA is actually XLAA. I made a mistake, and it stands for Extra Long Range Air-to-Air Missle.

IC: Captain Jack

'The Knife' had been expecting a lot of hell over this action of his, but who cared?

"looks like we're taking some flak for this lead, you especially from the sound of things."

"Hey Nitro, thanks for the heads up. Hope I never have to do the same for you...It shuoldn't be a problem back home since they actually did fire first"

"Whatever, just go with Kid. I don't care. I just want to get back so we can get the chewing out over with."

"You got it Kid."

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Mere minutes later, the Wardog squadron had Sand Island in their sights. Finally it was time to land their planes and take some well earned R and R.

[color=orange]"Okay wardogs, by the book...Kid, you're first, followed by Nitro, then Bear."[/color]

Then Thunderhead piped up again, [color=indigo]"Wardogs, There are some serious crosswinds on the runway's today, be careful."[/color]

[color=orange]"You heard 'em whenever you're ready Kid."[/color]

TAG: All

 

IC: Trent

"Roger." Trent said. Just like he had done before, he lined up his plane with the runway, throttled back speed, and made his approach. Closer, closer, gear down. Closer, closer, slow down some more, flaps to position. Closer yet, nose up, final line up. Finally he felt his tires touch the runway and he gently applied the brakes. Just like training. In fact, a lot like training considering this was almost the same plane.

Trent taxied off the runway and into the hangar before shutting down his plane and climbing out.

 

color=orange]"Okay wardogs, by the book...Kid, you're first, followed by Nitro, then Bear."[/color]
"By the book?" Dorian whined, "Aw hell, I read that in 8th grade Boss. It was boring."
Smiling, he pushed the throttles to max military power and decended to less than 100 meters. He pulled back on the control stick, bringing the nose of his fighter sharply up as if he was going to climb - but the nose kept rotating until the twin engines of the Tiger II were leading the way to the runway.
When he finally brought the nose back forward his airspeed was well below rated landing speed. He quickly lowered gear and flaps, applying breaks as the main gear touched the runway. 1500 meters later the fight came to a stop and Dernan taxied off the runway to wait for the others.