NationStates Jolt Archive

The aircraft sat in it's lair as a swarm of gray-green suited mechanics tended to it, poring over every detail of the aircraft. The plane itself looked like something out of the future with forward swept wings, and array of strange shapes contributing to it's airframe. But the most advanced thing was inside it. Nevertheless, every inch of the aircraft was checked and rechecked, as rounds were loaded into the aircraft's cannon and ATM-72 M^3 pods were loaded into the wings. Metalstorm "Interceptor" pods were mounted conformally to the airframe, and hydrogen-mix rocket fuel was being pumped into the engines.

So much attention had gone into the aircraft for every flight, and even when it wasn't flying. Those who had not been involved in the project knew nothing about it, the few who saw it were ignored. At last, the umbilical like ammunition feeds and fuel lines withdrew from the aircraft, as it was pulled by an automated maglev craft towards the elevator. Inside, coccooned in the cockpit, was the pilot. The helmet and facemask only added to the insect look, matching the almost alien shape of the plane. His hands were not at the controls, and they didn't need to be. Instead, they were flicking a series of switches on the MFD control panels, until a blue screen lit up with information.

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"Begin takeoff procedures?" A female, but synthesized, voice spoke.

"Yes, begin. Good morning, Kaisa."

Lt. David Keerman spoke to his aircraft like he spoke to any other person. He wasn't insane, and it wasn't a joke. The XF-125 chose it's own moniker. He put his hands to the joystick and flight controls as the Quick Start engines roared to life, the thrust vectoring panels and mission adaptive wings "Flexing" like a tired bird emerging from it's nest.

"And good morning to you as well, sir. Take off procedures complete, Lt. Keerman. You have control of the aircraft."

He grinned as he increased throttle and rerouted power ot the VTOL manuvering outlets as the aircraft began to lift from the ground, wings and canards adjusted for lift. As the pilot made his adjustments, Kaisa lit up waypoints and flight information on his Visor display and HUD.

"Thanks. So, up for a little shooting today?" remarked Keerman as the aircraft increased speed, his joystick guiding it towards the coastal plains.

"What choice do I have?"

"You're only the airplane."

In the gray skies ahead, beyond his vision, Keerman knew a pair of E-82 Atlas UCAV carriers loomed in the sky, UMF-3 FlightHawks sitting in the deployment bays.

"Black Dog, beginning Multi-Range combat engagement tests Block II. We are now entering the HELLADS phase of the operation. Prepare for incoming."

"Roger that, Black Dog confirms."

Keerman switched on the X-Ray pulse, sending out a nano-second of X-Ray radiation. The image of what was ahead, combined with LIDAR and EMS readings, projected a computer generated image of the locations of the aircraft on his visor. A series of 5 yellow tags were generated on the visor, with Unknown next to them. They quickly changed to red "Enemy" tags.

"Here we go. Kaisa, select HELLADS. Maximum output, attack One."

"HELLADS attack on One, stop attack?"

"Negative."

The mirror at the nose of the HELLADS pod began to rotate as the 300KW beam lanced out, visible only on IR or thermal imaging. The simulations could never show this, the true destructive power of the HELLADS. The hydrogen-mix fuel burst into flames as the back section ripped itself to shreds, the beam continuing on up the aircraft, slicing some sections off entirely. And the whole process was over in one second, thanks to Kaisa's computerized accuracy. He switched from voice control to direct control, simply selecting the targets, pressing the triggger, and letting the computer do the rest. Within six seconds, five UCAVs spiraled down in flames.

"Entering M^3 Phase. Select M^3 pods and prepare for engagement..."

OOC-XF-125 "Kaisa" (http://www.faf.jp/fafar/01/img/frx-99-3.jpg)

High above the fighters, a satellite sat in orbit, SkyEye Unit 47, peered upon the coastal plains area and surrounding ocean. The satellite communicated with a relay of long range datalink and tightbeam laser communications, and would automatically track any aircraft within 100 miles of UCSNE territory. It had been tracking UFO-32-5497 for quite some time now, and was now sending alerts as it neared the 35 mile ADIZ mark. The speed and altitude indicated it might be a high performance fighter, or maybe a recce jet, but the weather and stealthy nature of the aircraft prevented the satellite from further identification.

Another alert was tightbeamed down to the Dreamland test area, flashing up warnings on every screen.

"What is it?"

"We dunno, next-gen fighter or a recon aircraft. It's heading towards the test area."

"Range?"

"32 Miles and closing, sir. Altitude 40,000 feet."

"What's the nearest interceptor aircraft with range?"

The officer looked at the pulsing screen as possible interceptors were highlighted. Green boxes centered around the two E-82 and the XF-125.

"Well sir, we have two E-82s with 6 UMFs each, but they might have to get close to remain in communication with the test model UMFs. And they only have dummy ammo, so if this guy's serious, we're in trouble."

"Anything that can fend for itself?"

"Sir, the XF-125 has the range, as well as a warload of Metalstorm pods, M^3, 20mm, and HELLADS. But I don't think risking the proto-"

"Do you want that thing taking pictures while we've got everything on the tarmac? Bring us up to condition 3 and order Black Dog to intercept. Now."

"Black Dog, abort tests. We have an unidentified aircraft 29 miles offshore, within our ADIZ limits. This aircraft is showing speed characteristics of a military unit, so be careful."

"Roger that, Black Dog intercepting..." Keerman turned off the radio. "Sh*t. Whaddya got for me?"

"I'm highlighting the aircraft and it's flight data to your visor and HUD."

Without saying anything, the mission adaptive wings flexed, and the aircraft punched into three times the speed of sound as it raced towards the unknown aircraft.

OOC-Anyone want to RP as the incoming aircraft?

Lieutenant Harrison was lost- badly lost. The electronics in his Kuznetzov-borne RA-5F ELINT aircraft were fried by a lightening strike, and the terribly aged plane had little shielding. But the plane was full of so much fuel- it would stay aloft for several hours yet.

Fortunately, the navigator had figured a course that should have taken them to Western Asia. It didn't.

"SO, WHERE ARE WE NOW?"
"WHAT?"
"WHERE ARE WE NOW?"
"NEAR NEW EMPIRE, WITH LUCK."

Harrison and his navigator shout back and fourth, without any intercom. His copilot had knocked himself unconcious during the lightning strike, when he. without his seat belt on, was thrown upwards against the cockpit ceiling with quite a force.

The XF-125 began using EMS and LIDAR pulses to confirm the location of the unknown aircraft. He was still far out of range for his M^3, but the HELLADS might be a vaild weapon. He activated the Adaptive Photocell camoflauge, circling behind the aircraft so they could not get pictures.

"Lieutenant, the aircraft appears to be an RA-5F, and should be unarmed."

"Thanks Kaisa, get me on international frequency."

"Done."

"Attention pilots of the RA-5F, you are closing towards restricted UCSNE airspace. Please identify yourselves."

OOC: Mind if I say something?

The radar operator looked on in amazement. Some object over New Empire had gone to Mach 3 in only a few seconds. That was unprecedented. And now, it was closing at that speed towards another UFO, this one much slower. All during the cruise from Al Anbar to Apple Zer0 was dull, but whatever this was, it certainly was not. He called out to the captain.
"Sir, I think you should come see this."
The captain jogged over, and was as perplexed as the operator was.
"Johnson, what is it?"
"Unknown sir, traveling at at least Mach 3. It'd be tough to catch."
"Go to yellow alert. Keep an eye on it. Carefully."
"Aye sir"
The Iowa sailed on, into the night. With the mystery of that aircraft falling swiftly behind them.
OOC: TG me if you want me to delete this post.

As he waited for the other aircraft to respond, Keerman looked over the situation. It was too strange, a single RA-5F heading into one of the most heavily defended UCSNE sectors.

"Kaisa, get me a link from SkyEye 47, anything else in the area?"

After a brief period in which tightbeam lasers linked with the satellite network, the computer updated a blip on the map.

"It appears there is an Iowa class battleship, again American manufacture."

"Well, things just keep getting better and better."

The XF-125 began using EMS and LIDAR pulses to confirm the location of the unknown aircraft. He was still far out of range for his M^3, but the HELLADS might be a vaild weapon. He activated the Adaptive Photocell camoflauge, circling behind the aircraft so they could not get pictures.

"Lieutenant, the aircraft appears to be an RA-5F, and should be unarmed."

"Thanks Kaisa, get me on international frequency."

"Done."

"Attention pilots of the RA-5F, you are closing towards restricted UCSNE airspace. Please identify yourselves."

Unfortunately for the RA-5F crew, the radio was out. But their eyes were not.

"LOOKS LIKE SOME PLANES!"
"I SEE. DROP THE GEAR."
"WHY?"
"TO SHOW THAT WE'RE LOST."
"OK."
"I DON'T SEE IT ANYMORE."
"WIERD."
"LOOK FOR THE NEAREST AIRSTRIP."
"OK."

Harrison drops the landing gear, operated by hydraulics and thus not affected by the lightning strike.

Keerman, after repeating the message, decided their radio must be out. He breifly increased speed, flying over the RA-5F, and wagged his wings as a signal to follow. He hit his wingtip and fuselage lights so the aircraft could see him through the fog and cloud.

"Black Dog, what are you doing?"

"Command, by the looks of things, this bugger won't have too much gas left. I'm gonna set him down at the outward landing fields."

"Goddamnit, we'll have a Emergency team and security force down at 03. See you there."

The XF-125 slowed so the RA-5F could keep up, and led him towards the landing field.

Keerman, after repeating the message, decided their radio must be out. He breifly increased speed, flying over the RA-5F, and wagged his wings as a signal to follow. He hit his wingtip and fuselage lights so the aircraft could see him through the fog and cloud.

"Black Dog, what are you doing?"

"Command, by the looks of things, this bugger won't have too much gas left. I'm gonna set him down at the outward landing fields."

"Goddamnit, we'll have a Emergency team and security force down at 03. See you there."

The XF-125 slowed so the RA-5F could keep up, and led him towards the landing field.

Harrison follows the strange-looking aircraft towards the airfield. His co-pilot starts to regain conciousness, and the navigator comes up to the cockpit with some bottled water. He notices the aircraft that Harrison is following, and is speechless. Harrison and his navigator are very confused at the aircraft, which resembled nothing they had ever seen.

"MUST BE A NEW ONE."
"GUESS SO."

The XF-125's wings literally bent and curled as the aircraft popped up and to the side of the RA-5F, the rearward looking sensor/camera pod keeping an eye on the aircraft. The landing lights of Outpost Airfield 03 light up, showing the aircraft the runway that had enough room to land bombers. Emergency crews, as well as security forces. The XF-125 stayed up and to the left of the recce aircraft, keeping an eye on it incase something went wrong.

Harrison sees the runway, and comes in to make a landing. However, since his avionics, especially his altitude and airspeed indicators were out, it would be very difficult. His co-pilot tries to judge the airspeed and altitude.

"FLAPS DOWN 60 PERCENT, BRACE FOR LANDING."

The RA-5F comes in a bit too fast and way too steep, and the front gear collapses. Harrison jerks the rudder left to keep the plane on the runway, and it slides to a stop eventually, a trail of debris on the runway from the landing gear and the nose camera. If the tanks had not been so empty, a major fire might have broken out, but with almost no fuel left, there was not too much to be worried about. Still, being terrified of ending up trapped in an aircraft fire, the crew hurries out of the aircraft.

The two cockpit escape panels blow off, and land several feet away. Harrison and his co-pilot lift themselves onto the top of the fuselage and jump down onto the runway. The navigator uses his escape hatch, and the side fuselage door blows off. The navigator jumps out behind it, and heads over to Harrison and his co-pilot, all dressed in orange flight suits with survival gear.

The emergency crews rushed towards the aircraft, foam sprayed on the wreckage of the aircraft, and a military ambulance rushed towards the crew. Two medics with a stretcher rushed out, and rolled the copilot on to it. In the shadows, camoflauged security teams covered the entire area with everything from sniper rifles to machine guns.

The two medics, as well as a fully armored- and armed- soldier approached the navigator and pilot.

"You two. Hop in the ambulance. We're taking you to the base hospital. Now what you're about to see is the stuff of legend... So no cameras, please."

Harrison and his navigator comply, and enter the ambulence.

On a ridge flanking the runway, a large blast door opens, revealing another XF-125, as well as an aircraft that had a rounded triangle shape, almost like a flying saucer. The black aircraft had no visible cockpit, but engine intakes and bay doors were clearly seen. Another blast door opened, and a large tunnel with three lanes was revealed. Two for vehicles, and one for a maglev system that moved aircraft and weapons to and from the outlying airfield.

The ambulance sped down one of the lanes, and slowed as another blast door opened, revealing a huge underground hangar, with elevators large enough to hold B-1B and B-52 bombers, modified versions of both were in attendance. In addition to the modified American craft, there was something like a cross between the XB-70 and a Stealth fighter, as well as a devilish looking stealth bomber based on the B-1B. Many versions of fighters, helicopters, and VTOL craft also graced the area as the ambulance drove towards the base hospital.

Another door opened in the wall, and the ambulance backed in. They rose a few levels until a door facing the back of the vehicle opened, and the stretcher was pulled into a very clean looking hopspital room, and the copilot put on a bed. Two more beds were offered to the crew as the doctors looked over the unconcious man.

"He's gonna be fine, just a bad concussion. What happened to him?"

"We got some negative Gs when the avionics quit out, had to wait a bit for the hydraulic backup to kick in. He wasn't wearing his seat belt, and he hit the top of the cockpit."

A security officer approached, his rifle slung behind his back.

"Speaking of which, what brings you people here? You're lucky you weren't shot down."

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OOC: Can i join in as an allie of NE?

OOC:Are you actually my ally?

Now, chances are, if you want to get involved, you'd have to be
-Randomly stumbling upon the base as a lost tourist from the ground, or pilot from the air
-Some kind of spy attempting to infiltrate the base or perform a recon run from the air
-A terrorist

But this base is incredibly secretive, not even my allies know that much about it. So I'd suggest one of those options.

OOC: Ok, I'll stumble across it accidently.

"Command, I see an air strip, possibly owned by NE, I'm gonna check it out," said Lt. John Briggs as he piloted his Vulcan-238(similar to the ship you escape into space in when you beat the last level in Halo) toward the strange airfield.
"Roger Lt. Briggs, just remember to try to be friends with whoever owns it, we wouldnt want to lose you," said a voice over the cracly radio.
"Roger command, Over and Out," he said as continued towards the air base.

"Sir! Inbound aircraft on radar."

"Sh*t! What is this, a friggin' airshow? Get some interceptors on the line!"

The two F-121 Specters were already on scramble alert, and loaded to kill. Their massive airframes were loaded with M^3 SRMs, Coffin Nail MREMs, and Pheonix Slayer ERAIM weapons, capable of killing at a variety of ranges and altitudes. The two aircraft leapt into the sky, their adaptive camoflauge and Athena rendering them invisible to radar and sight.

They punched to Mach 3, splitting up as they both put missile locks on the incoming aircraft. If they had a flight control system made after 1955, they'd know they were being targeted.

"Attention aircraft. You are violating restricted UCSNE airspace. Prepare to exit or set down, or be destroyed."

"Attention pilots of incoming aircraft, I am Lt. John Briggs of the NOVMS (New Osienian Voluntary Military Service), I am not a threat, I was searching this area because i picked up some strange readings, do not attack, ass i wish to be allies and i will set down as soon as you let me by", he said calmly as he slowed his craft and disengaged his weapons to show that he meant it.

"Briggs," spoke the lead F-121 pilot with sarcasm in his voice, "You're searching over land. Is there some kind of navigation error with your systems? Or did you not know there was a country here?"

The constant target lock was kept as the Vulcan was ordered to land on the runway. This time, the greeting was not going to be friendly. A pair of KAI-40B Foxes with rapid fire 80mm guns and SAMs sat on either side of the runway, ready in case there was trouble.

"I'm sorry, my NAV Radar has been real screwy the past couple of days, i didnt realize i was in UCSNE airspace, i will land so as not to alarm your citizens," he said as he slowed his Harrier-like engine system to landing speed.

As the aircraft landed, two 80mm Automatic cannon trained on the aircraft as ORC Battle Armored troops rushed up, taking position as they aimed futuristic looking Seburo SMGs and Shotguns at the figure in the cockpit.

"Open the cockpit now, and put your hands in the air!"

If it was a movie, a series of metallic clicks and clangs would have been heard. But, these men were ready to fire and kill before the aircraft even landed.

As Briggs stepped out, he exposed his suit (similar to that of Master Chiefs in Halo) and his weapons (one Beretta) and one hand in the air as he landed the craft carefully, he said,"Don't worry, i won't make any sudden moves, I know from experience."

But as he was stepping out he slipped and hit his head on the cockpit.
"Get him to the hospital!" he heard someone say, and then he blacked out.

OOC: G2g for tonight, be back tomorrow.

"F*cking idiot. Can't even get out of his aircraft without hurting himself."

"Hey, Corporal. They aren't sending down the ambulance, you get to carry the klutz."

"Awww... Damnit."

The trooper picked up the pilots body and put him into a fireman's carry as they walked into the Maglev car in the tunnel, not taking any particular hurry to get to the hospital.

"Someone get salvage and have that aircraft dismantled for research inside."

At the hospital section, the coproral, assigned to watch over the injured pilot, constantly kept his Seburo M88 submachinegun trained on the man as he lay in his bed.

"Where am I, and wheres my ship?" Briggs asked as he woke up from his sleep only to find a submachinegun pointing right at his head.

"You're in the hospital wing and your ship is being dismantled for research inside," said the Corporal.

"THEY'RE WHAT!?!?!?!?! THEY CAN'T DO THAT!!!!!!!! I WAS TRANSPORTING THE SPECIMEN OF UFO CRASH SPECIES TO ONE MY COUNTRIES ALLIES!!!!!!! OH SHIT I'M SO SCREWED!!!!!!!" he yelled as he ran down the hallway to the research department. When he got there they had just started taking it apart.

"STOP!!!! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!!" he yelled, but it was too late. The salvage crew had begun to open the cargo hold when there was a huge explosion of blue light and 3 wierd creatures stepped out,"NOOOOOO YOU FOOLS!!!!!!"

OOC:Since you can't control my character's actions, and my corporal doesn't know what's happening to the Vulcan, I'll interpret that as a nightmare.
IC:

"Hey, calm down. Just calm down. Doctor?! I think we need some sedatives."

The red light of the Seburo's laser sight played across Briggs' face. The doctor walked in with a hypodermic, an annoyed look on his face.

"What is it now?"

"He's having a nightmare or something, screaming about aliens."

"Goddamn. Hold his arm."

The needle was stuck into Briggs' vein, full of sedative to calm him down.

"Now what were you saying?"

"Oh, where am I?" said Briggs, finally awaking from his terrible nightmare. He looked around and found that he was alone in the hospital room and his suit had been removed.

He got up and put on his suit and immediately he heard the familiar voices of the radio operator he knew only as Command,"Well, quite frankly, we don't know what happened to him Mrs. Briggs, he just dropped out of contact about 10mins after he headed for the airstrip."

"Command, Command, do you read me? This is Lt. Briggs, Command do you copy?"

"Briggs? Where are you?"

Briggs looked around,"I'm in the hospital of what looks like a secret airstrip, I slipped when i was getting out of my ship after I landed and i woke up here, I don't know where my ship is, when one of the nurses comes by I'll ask them, Over and Out for now."

"Roger Briggs, Over and Out."

"DON'T MOVE, A**HOLE."

The cold barrel of the Seburo was pressed against the back of Briggs' head, the Corporal had returned from the restroom to find Briggs at the radio.

"Drop the radio down, and put your hands on top of your head. Do not attempt to resist. This firearm is loaded with 10 Millimeter Hollowpoint Starburst rounds, and I am willing to splatter your grey matter all over that wall, so I suggest you do as I say."

Back at the hangar bay, the crews began looking over the vessel, not opening anything. A series of thermal, X-Ray pulse, and EMS scans were performed on it to make sure there were no boobytraps or anything else that would injure the crew. It would also indicate if there was anything alive on the ship. They detected three lifeforms of some kind, as a HAZMAT team was called down.

OOC:Lemme know if you still are doing the alien thing.

OOC:Hell yea, aliens rule, and, my guy aint at the radio, the radio is in his helmet.

IC:"Don't worry, I won't move, I was just putting on my suit," he said as he raised his hands in the air,"I just want to know where my ship is, I have important cargo onboard that needs to be delived to Omega Ziono for testing."

OOC: HAZMAT means Hazardous Material, just wanted to point that out.

"You aren't going anywhere. Take off the helmet and suit, and return to your hospital bed."

At the hangar, the Vulcan was transported to a safe froom that aircraft that may be contaminated are located. The area was sealed, and a series of men with armored, sealed battlesuits approached the craft, each with an automatic rifle. They began setting large emitters outside the craft, each a very powerful microwave device. Once they were activated, anything inside the craft with liquid in it's body would explode like a potato in a microwave oven. The emitters hummed to life as the deadly microwave radiation flowed through the vehicle.

"Alright, alright, I'll take it off," Briggs said as he took off his suit and helmet and returned to his bed,"But my partner aint gonna like this, hes probably sleeping in the armory of the ship, tell someone to wake him up wouldja?"

But it was too late, the emitters were already on. Thanks to his partnes being able to sense heat real good he was able to wake up in time to jump out the back before he exploded, but the alien specimens weren't so lucky.

They blew up like a balloon and burst, ruptering the hull of the cargo hold.

As the other pilot leaped out, one of the battlesuited crews raised his M9 Carbine and fired a single shot at the man's legs on reflex.

Two more rushed into the cargo hold as the emitters were shut off, weapons at the ready.

"Shee-it. What the hell were these people carrying?"

"Whatever it is, it ain't natural."

"Since when does performing the hot-dog with no holes trick constitute natural?"

"OH F*CK!!!" his partner (Cnl. Jack Grey) yelled as he jumped out the back of the ship only to find armored soldiers rushing in and out of his ship.

"Where am I? And why did you shoot me, and where's my partner?"

"Your current location is classified, and your pilot is in the hospital. You'll be joining him soon." spoke the soldier through the gas mask, his rifle slung over his shoulder as he applied a torniquet to the man's leg.

Two more soldiers stood over Grey, their guns aimed at him, as a stretcher was assembled, and he was moved into the hospital. They were stripped of their flight suits and helmets, as well as any other equipment, and locked in a hospital wond as doctors attended to his leg, quickly removing the bullet and applying full treatment.

"Excuse me sir, but i would like to know where my partner is," Briggs said, but the corporal did not answer.

"Excuse me, i want to know where my partner is," he said again but this time with annoyance in his voice.

The corporal did nothing but inject Briggs with a heavy sedative and Briggs immediately went to sleep.

When he woke up that night he found himself in a room with another person he recognized as his partner, but he was too weak to do anything, so he went back to sleep.

OOC: Please stop godmodding. You cannot control what any of my characters do.
IC:
Outside the room, a federal agent sat watching through the one-way tinted glass.

"So, what were they carrying?"

"Aliens, some kind of foreign organsim."

"And how the hell did they get here?"

"They found an airstrip over our nation, and decided to fly over it without permission."

"Idiots. Don't they understand international law?"

"I guess not."

"When can we begin interrogation?"

"When they awake."

OOC: Sorry dude, i keep forgetting, nvm the sedative part, my guy just fell asleep, oh yea, and my pilot didnt see the airstrip and didnt realize he was in USCNE airspace.

IC:
"Ugh, god, hey dude, wake up you friggin moron," Grey said.

"Huh, what, how did you get here?"

"They brought me here after they killed the alien specimens."

"THEY KILLED THE SPECIMENS?!?!?!?!?! GOD DAMNIT!!!!!!!" Briggs yelled, forgetting he was in a hospital.

"Yea, they used microwave emitters, i got out in time but some ass shot me so I wouldnt do anything funny."

"They're awake."

"Good. Turn on the microphone."

The comms officer signaled to the agent that he was 'on air', and sat down.

"Good to see you awake, Briggs, Grey. Now, we've got a few questions to ask you. Firstly, we intercepted your radio transmissions."

He pressed a button, and the transcripts of the radio conversation began to play.

"Command, I see an air strip, possibly owned by NE, I'm gonna check it out,"

"Roger Lt. Briggs, just remember to try to be friends with whoever owns it, we wouldnt want to lose you,"

"Roger command, Over and Out,"

"Do not lie to us, Briggs. Why did you conduct a spy mission on our airfields? You were not lost, and in full contact with your home base."

"I was lost, I swear to god, even check my NAV Radar, its been f*ucked up and I don't know how to fix it, besides, why would i conduct a spy mission with alien specimens in my cargo hold. And another thing, it doesnt matter if you're still in contact with your home base or not, your NAV Radar isn't connected anyway to the radio."

"You knew that you were over New Empire, and flew an espianoge mission over our airstrip, or, as you said, 'check it out'. And if your command was using equipment more advanced than anything from the 40s, they could have homed in on your radio signal and found you. I will not tolerate these lies, and you shouldn't if you ever want to leave this place in anything other than a bodybag."

"I swear on my grave that it was not espionage, i don't even have cameras on my ship, and besides, i don't have a navigation screen/digital map, I rely on my NAV Radar/HUD, and another thing, why would I want to spy on your country, theres nothing here me, my partner, or my government would want."

"Briggs is telling the truth, we were just transporting the alien specimens to Omega Ziono when we got some wierd readings and radio transmitions and we took a detour to check it out, thats all."

"I am sick of this lying. You said in your communications that you located a UCSNE airstrip, and decided to check it out. Incase you birdbrains haven't heard of international law, flying a military or government aircraft over another nation's territory without permission is illegal. Doing it to 'check something out' or gather intelligence is called spying. Even if it wasn't your assigned mission. Under the UCSNE State Security Laws, you are now under arrest as foreign spies for crimes against the State and violation of international law. You will not have the right to trial. You do not have the right to a lawyer. You do not have the right to remain silent."

The federal agent left, and then sent an email of the New Osiena government.

[From:UCSNE]
[To:New Osiena]
[Subject:We have captured two spies and their aircraft]
[At 2132, NEST, a foreign aircraft was detected in UCSNE airspace announcing it's intent to violate our borders and spy on one of our covert airbases. The aircraft was intercepted, it's cargo destroyed, and the two pilots are now imprisoned at an undisclosed location. They will be held for an undetermined amount of time. Please note that flying a military aircraft into another nation's borders without permission, whether they were spying or not, is an act of war and can be dealt with as such.]

"If we don't have the right to remain silent then we can talk, so hear this, THERE ARE NO WEAPONS ONBOARD MY SHIP!!!!!! And besides, i wasnt flying a government ship, my government didnt even know aobut it until you sent that telegram, i was working for a corporation that found the UFO and wanted a company in Omega Ziono to help because they have a better research lab, but i really am a Luetenint, and if me and my partner are sen tback we will be court marshalled for abondoning our post, we were supposed to be patroling THRNO airspace in an F-117 when we got a call from INJEN, they had a mission for us and we left to take care of it."

{From:THRNO}
{To:USCNE}
{Subject:What are you talking about?}
{We didnt send any ship even remotely close to your airspace, quite frankly we don't know what your talking about.}

{From:INJEN}
{To:UCSNE}
{Subject:Sorry for inconvenience}
{Attention USCNE, we are sorry for any inconvenience, we gave specific orders to Briggs and Grey to deliver that cargo, we didnt give them a deadline, so we allowed them to "check out" your airfield, we would liek it if you keep them in your country as citizens until they are completely forgotten about by the NOVMS, thank you.}

"Guess what? It's still illegal, because you violated military airspace! You did not file a flight plan! You had some kind of command center that you contacted, which verified the fact you were not lost, because you stated you were in New Empire. Now I don't care if you were flying a load of marshmallows and valentine's day cards, you are now prisoners. If your nation or employer wants you out, they're gonna pay a very high price."

{From:THRNO}
{To:USCNE}
{Subject:What are you talking about?}
{We didnt send any ship even remotely close to your airspace, quite frankly we don't know what your talking about.}

{From:INJEN}
{To:UCSNE}
{Subject:Sorry for inconvenience}
{Attention USCNE, we are sorry for any inconvenience, we gave specific orders to Briggs and Grey to deliver that cargo, we didnt give them a deadline, so we allowed them to "check out" your airfield, we would liek it if you keep them in your country as citizens until they are completely forgotten about by the NOVMS, thank you.}
Re:THRNO
Two of your citizens overflew our military airspace. A Lt. Briggs and Colonel Grey.

Re:INJEN
Don't you understand flying aircraft into another nations airspace without permission is illegal? They are prisoners, not citizens, and will be treated as such.

*From inside Briggs' helmet* "This is INJEN head research scientist Nick Sage, we will pay whatever it costs to keep those two safe, they are very valuable to us, they are the only ones brave enough to handle our missions. The amount of money you require for bail will be wired to your government as soon as the price is finally worked out, we are willing to offer $999billion as a starting price."

"There you have it, we have a bailer," said Grey.

{From:THRNO}
{To:USCNE}
{Subject:What are you talking about?}
{We didnt send any ship even remotely close to your airspace, quite frankly we don't know what your talking about.}

{From:INJEN}
{To:UCSNE}
{Subject:Sorry for inconvenience}
{Attention USCNE, we are sorry for any inconvenience, we gave specific orders to Briggs and Grey to deliver that cargo, we didnt give them a deadline, so we allowed them to "check out" your airfield, we would liek it if you keep them in your country as citizens until they are completely forgotten about by the NOVMS, thank you.}
Re:THRNO
Two of your citizens overflew our military airspace. A Lt. Briggs and Colonel Grey.

Re:INJEN
Don't you understand flying aircraft into another nations airspace without permission is illegal? They are prisoners, not citizens, and will be treated as such.



RE:USCNE
THEY ARE WHERE!?!?!?!?! If it is okay we will send a strike team to the position you give us if it is okay to send one, we will send it immediately to retrieve the traitors and put them in jail for life.

RE:USCNE From:INJEN
Offer us anything and we will pay it, we are very wealthy, just make sure the NOVMS strike team isnt allowed there, Briggs and Grey are very valuable and noble mercenaries, they can help your government out for free whenever you need them, just make sure they arent taken by the NOVMS.

"We were not lost, we admit it, but we stated that we THOUGHT the airstrip was owned by NE, not we KNEW the sirstrip owned by NE," said Grey enraged.

"Now calm down Grey, we're in enough shit, we can't have you making it worse," Briggs said restraining his partner.

OOC:This is turning out pretty good, wouldn't you agree?

OOC:Yeah, it is. But remember, we confiscated the helmet and suits.
Re:THRNO
They're imprisoned in an undisclosed location. However, we ask that a monetary sum be paid before we hand in these fugitives. How much are you willing to offer?

Re:INJEN
Even if the strike team did try to come without permission, they'd be attacking one of the most heavily defended bases in the country. How much are you willing to offer for these men?

"You obviously knew you were near New Empire, and decided to overfly an airstrip, which are on land, land that you did not have permission to cross. Now we have two different organizations attempting to claim you, so if I were you, I'd hope it isn't the government that ponies up the most cash."

"Hey, sir. One of their helmets in the ReSec is recieving. Something about a bail."

To:USCNE
From:INJEN
We are willing to pay WHATEVER YOU OFFER. NO MATTER WHAT THE PRICE.

To:USCNE
From:THRNO
We will pay a maximum of $500billion to get those fugitives in our hands.

To:INJEN
At this time, we would be assisting criminals if we handed them over to you. Aiding deserters is not acceptable to us.

To:THRNO
Your offer has been accepted. Please choose a time and location for us to transfer the fugitives to. Wire the money to our secure accounts. We hope this incident does not cause bad relations between our nations.

*incoming message*
To:USCNE
From:THRNO
"New Empire, this is General Steve Waitkus, thank you for giving us our deserters back, when we get back to THRNO we will *loud explosion* what was....OH FUCK, AGHHHH........."-end transmition

"Get the Lt. and Cnl., we need them!!!!"

*loud creams*
"My leg!!"
"Why me god!?!?!?!"

"Hurry up Lt. Briggs, get in the ship, you too Cnl. Grey."

The unknown ship with all its passengers, including Briggs and Grey, retracted the boarding tunnel and left the military transport to crash to the surface,
*incoming message*
To:USCNE
From:Unknown.
"Dear USCNE, why did you not let us take him, if you had none of this would have happened."-end transmition

The ship that Briggs and Grey were rescued in was the battle-ready version of the Vulcan-238, the Fossil-318, which is also capable of very high speeds, so ti escaped to an unknown regoin, never to be seen again, or will they be seen again.......................

*loud explosions*
"Get them, we must overthrow the government to recapture Briggs and Grey (created The Nomadic Peoples of The Refugic Soldiers, TNPTRS, for short), they must be kil-AGGGGGHHHHHHHH.................." were the soldiers last words before the bomb hit, and the entire Green Ranger division of the NOVMS was eliminated, leaving half the country in ruins, and the other half in disorder and chaos as TNPTRS soldiers stormed the country, killing anyone in their path, until they were called back by their leaders, John Briggs and Jack Grey, and the left THRNO to go home to their normal lives.

OOC:Note:I created TNPTRS, so dont go psycho and wage war on them or anything.

While the escape of the two pilots wasn't planned, there was no loss to the UCSNE, and they still had the Vulcan confiscated. And now Dreamland was free to continue it's normal operations.
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"This review panel finds the actions of Lt. Keerman two weeks ago to be reckless, and with the potential to compromise the secrecy of an extremely important and sensitive aircraft project."

Keerman stood in the hardwood flored room as the review panel laid his sentence down on them. It had taken only a week, but it was a very, very hard week. He and the XF-125 was grounded, forcing them to reschedule the important range and carrier tests. He stood, waiting for what he hoped would not come.

"However, after an inspection of the aircraft that Keeerman guided to safety, it was revealed no intelligence gathering equipment was found, and that he used the XF-125s LOS to good effect. But, in the future, further incidents like these could lead to the grounding of the program or even cancellation for security reasons. It is the recommendation of this panel that Lt. Keerman be restored to full active duty, along with the XF-125 Program."

He sighed with relief as he made his way out of the courtroom, knowing the entire proceedings and the records would be destroyed in seconds.

OOC: I'm gonna have another pilot schedule a flight plan with that secret airbase and the pilot and keerman will work together to brign down viggs and grey, ok?

IC:
"This is Captain Jeff Scott, I would like to schedule a flight plan to the secret airbase to team up with Lt. Keerman and bring down Briggs and Grey, respond to me if this is okay, I will be flying a fatigue-painted Fossil-318 with mini SCUD and stinger missle attachments so dont be alarmed when i fly in, over and out."

OOC:What are you talking about? You wouldn't even know who Keerman is. How can you file a flight plan with an airbase that is not acknowledged to exist by the government?
IC:

The two Specter interceptors on the routine patrol immediately locked on the source of the transmission, and armed their missiles and HELLADS system.

"Lt. Scott, there is no such airbase in the area. This is a military munitions test range. I am not aware of a Lt. Keerman in the area, please do not enter this airspace, it's a UCSNE Military Secure Zone, we have orders to immediately destroy any foreign aircraft that enters the area."

OOC:1)i'm blonde, and 2)i have no idea what im talking about, and 3)my guy hasnt even taken off yet, hes still at the airport place.

IC:
"My bad, I was looking for a cousin of mine, his last name is Keerman I thought he was there but i guess not, I'm a dumbass, he lives in Omega Ziono, sorry for the inconvenience, oh well, I'm going to be around the outside fo your borders, but not in them, to get to Omega Ziono, so don;t attack me please."

OOC:If you're not in the area of the airbase, and don't know what it's called, how could you be talking to it? I'll just say it's the UCSNE ATC Command talking to you.
IC:
The ATC was very suspicious now, and had every right to be. Someone looking for a lieutenant at a secret airbase, flying a military aircraft to track down two men, and now he's flying to get his cousin? He forwarded the transmission records to the Defense Intelligence Agency, which then forwarded it to the SSA.

"Ah, roger that. You're clear."
--
[Cortina Air Force base, Pandrea Islands]
"You want us to what?"

The squadron flew F-109D fighters from Cortina, and they were used to the occasional odd mission, but this was a new low.

"Awhile ago, a pilot called asking for Dreamland, some unknown officer, to hunt down two men listed as international fugitives, and permission to fly a military armed aircraft over our borders. He then changed his story and said he was going for his cousin. In a military aircraft."

"Well that's a load of Bravo-Sierra."

"Damn straight. Montell, Lopez."

The two pilots snapped to attention.

"You guys are gonna be first up. You'll be shadowing with full radar, optical, and thermal stealth. You know what to do."

"Everyone else is on standby. Let's do this people."
OOC:Unless you want to violate someone else's borders, you'll only be able to fly along my west and south coasts. Please state how far you are from the coasts, too.

OOC: Roger that, lol, ok, I will.

IC:
"Command, apparentlly I'm only supposed to fly along the west and south coasts of USCNE, so as not to start something, I will fly at a minimum of 2 miles from those to coasts, so it should take me about 3 hours to reach Omega Ziono, over," Scott said as he changed course.

"Roger that Scott, and remember, don't start anything, we're up to our necks in this INJEN case, over."

"You got it command, over and out," he said with a smirk on his face."Ignorant fool, little does he know that I'm not only retrieving my cousin, I'm loading up my SCUD launchers with nuclear SCUD's to wipe out THRNO's capital so I can reign supreme," he said as he neared his destination.
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OOC: Can you cancel the bombing thing? You're flying in my territorial waters, which is technically my airspace, so you should give my patrol a chance to respond. I'll just RP the interceptors coming up to fight you, giving your capital a chance.
IC:
"Stalker Flight, this is Nestbird. We show the target moving into our territorial waters, you are ordered to engage and destroy. Stalker Three through Twelve, launch and prepare to engage and destroy.

As the Fossil entered the 12 mile territorial boundary, the two F-109Ds leapt down from 60,000 feet, arming their centerline HELLADS pods and Coffin Nail MREMs. As they dove upon the Fossil, their HELLADS laser pods fired at the aircraft.

"Stalker One engaging."

"Stalker Two engaging."

As the HELLADS drew dangerously close a vulcan turret in the back shot them down, giving the Fossil a chance to escape.

"Attention pilots of incoming aircraft, I do not wish to fight with you in any way, I will fly 15 miles away from the coast to keep a safe distance," Scott said as he redirected his flight path, hoping he could make it to Omega Ziono on time.

OOC:You can't shoot down a 250kw laser.

OOC: Sorry dude, when you said lasers I thought you meant laser-guided missles, sorry, I'll redo that thing.

IC:
The HELLADS hit the vulcan machinegun in the rear of the ship, slightly ruptering the tail of the Fossil.

"Attention pilots of incoming aircraft, I do not wish to fight with you in any way, I will fly 15 miles away from the coast to keep a safe distance," Scott said as he redirected his flight path, hoping he could make it to Omega Ziono on time.

The E-14 monitoring the situation immediately began jamming all radio frequencies as the second group of F-109Ds, 6 of them, moved in from in the front of the Fossil, as another 4 joined the two attacking it from behind. They were under orders to completely eliminate the craft, the pilot knew far too much of the Dreamland operations. 2 LIDAR (Laser) guided MREMs flew from each of the 12 aircraft as their HELLADS continued to fire upon the Fossil.

The missles and HELLADS hit there rear of the Fossil, completely destroying the tail and making it crash to the foamy waves below.

"Command, this is Captain Jeff Scott, I've been shot down by F-109d's owned by New Empire on my way to Omega Ziono, mayday, mayd-*kzzzcchhhht*"

"This Sir was about 5 hours ago, making it impossible to find the craft due to the fact that USCNE salvage crews have probably already found the ship and taken Scott prisoner. We need to have a peace conference with the leaders of New Empire, THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!!!!!"

"President Kessler, I have a brief for you."

Kessler leaned forward in his seat as the aide approached, pushing aside his laptop.

"What is it? Markov war reports?"

The aide dropped the manila folder on the table. It was labeled "Most Secret".

"Military armed craft spotted 2 miles off coast of UCSNE, near Berliston (The capital)... 12 F-109D Tempest sent to engage, aircraft completely destroyed. Aircraft was Foissil-318 owned by New Oisena. Decision to destroy made after confirmation craft was armed and pilot had knowledge of UCSNE... What the hell? Is the pilot alive?"

"Yessir. We have a salvage vessel on it now."

The large, gray catamaran vessel sloshed in the waves around the site where Scott was said to have been shot down. Infrared sensors scoured the waves for a body as Zodiac boats took out search parties. Everyone was armed, and they had no intention of giving him a nice welcome to New Empire.

Dreamland

"What do you mean it won't fit?"

The XF-125, a different model than that of Kaisa, sat in the bay as it's outer panels were removed and wires seemed to spew from the aircraft.

"No, sir. Our prototypes for Ionic/Ground Deflection are waaaay too big to fit in with the resident AI, the backup FBW systems, and Athena."

"Well, can you integrate any of the systems with the AI?"

"Not the Fly By Wire, we can try and work Pallas Athena into it... I'll need to request some new parts."

"Well, do it."

The hard thing about working in Dreamland was also the best thing. Nobody knew what you were doing. There was two people outside the facility that knew of UCSNE attempts to integrate a prototypical, almost primitive version of Sileetrian radar. Both were Generals or higher ranking. But because of this, everytime they had to go outside Dreamland for new equipment, they left a paper trail. A very small one, indicating a delivery to the Aerospace Force from another secretive organization, the Defense Research Agency. But it existed nonetheless.

"How about the trials last week?"

"They went well. The M^3 pods worked, so did the MREMs, the Pheonix Slayer, and the AG Munitions."

"Well, at least it can fight..."

"You know what pisses me of, sir?"

"What?"

"The fact that we're on relatively good standings, share an alliance, and yet we have to do this bullshit."

The lead officer nodded, and continued looking at the aircraft. Who knew a nation with an imploded economy could do this much.