Shalrirorchia
16-11-2004, 00:11
"This is Blackbird Bravo! We are calling in an emergency! Code red, code red!" yelled the pilot into the radio as sparks flew from his console and the thin-screen consoles flickered around him. "Repeat, this is Blackbird Bravo on encrypted channel, Shalrirorchian Command. We are going in!"
The AC-ELINT-12 (Aircraft, Electronic Intelligence, Mark 12) was a state-of-the art eavesdropping aircraft. Using technology derived from Weyr, the large stealth aircraft could fly into national airspace undetected and listen to other nations.
Blackbird Bravo was eavesdropping on Communist Mississippi (Decisive Action).
Stealth abandoned, the pilot set that transmission to broadcast even as he fought his controls to bring the aircraft down in some area of land where it wouldn't break apart on impact, killing his crew and escorts. "HOLD ON EVERYBODY! THIS IS GONNA HURT!"
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USS CENTRAL COMMAND
Just outside of Shalcoria, Capital of the United States of Shalrirorchia
"How the HELL did this happen!?" Secretary of Defense Beregovoy roared at the screen.
"Sir," Major General Pelsor replied, rather suspecting his career was over. "I authorized the flight to test the ELINT-12 in actual field conditions. We believe a technical malfunction brought her down."
"IDIOT!" shouted Beregovoy. He was normally a very calm man, but the situation was critical. "You've just dropped a multi-billion dollar piece of stealth hardware into those maniacs' laps! I want that plane found and salvaged!"
"Sir, that is Mississippian territory." began Pelsor.
"I know, I know." moaned Beregovoy, popping an antiacid. "Look, get the Rangers ready." he amended, referring to the U.S.S. Rangers (the Shalrirorchian equivalent of Delta Force). "The second you pinpoint that crash site, let me know. I will talk to the President and get permission to act."
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"Hey, wake up!" a voice rang in his ear. The pilot, a fellow named John Shaefer, opened his eyes. When he saw stars, realization came quickly. "We're not dead!"
"You are very astute." his security commander commented acidily. Shaefer sat up. He saw fires around the crash site, but most of the aircraft was still in one piece. The USS marines who had been on board the plane with him had assault rifles, and they swept the fetid swamp around them, looking for danger.
"I take it from your wise-assedness that we have no rescue plan?" Shaefer snorted.
"None yet." the security officer said, then tapped his boom mike. "Vedermann, gather up the top secret stuff in the plane, and prepare to destroy it. And execute a full memory wipe on the computers as soon as you can restore power."
The AC-ELINT-12 (Aircraft, Electronic Intelligence, Mark 12) was a state-of-the art eavesdropping aircraft. Using technology derived from Weyr, the large stealth aircraft could fly into national airspace undetected and listen to other nations.
Blackbird Bravo was eavesdropping on Communist Mississippi (Decisive Action).
Stealth abandoned, the pilot set that transmission to broadcast even as he fought his controls to bring the aircraft down in some area of land where it wouldn't break apart on impact, killing his crew and escorts. "HOLD ON EVERYBODY! THIS IS GONNA HURT!"
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USS CENTRAL COMMAND
Just outside of Shalcoria, Capital of the United States of Shalrirorchia
"How the HELL did this happen!?" Secretary of Defense Beregovoy roared at the screen.
"Sir," Major General Pelsor replied, rather suspecting his career was over. "I authorized the flight to test the ELINT-12 in actual field conditions. We believe a technical malfunction brought her down."
"IDIOT!" shouted Beregovoy. He was normally a very calm man, but the situation was critical. "You've just dropped a multi-billion dollar piece of stealth hardware into those maniacs' laps! I want that plane found and salvaged!"
"Sir, that is Mississippian territory." began Pelsor.
"I know, I know." moaned Beregovoy, popping an antiacid. "Look, get the Rangers ready." he amended, referring to the U.S.S. Rangers (the Shalrirorchian equivalent of Delta Force). "The second you pinpoint that crash site, let me know. I will talk to the President and get permission to act."
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"Hey, wake up!" a voice rang in his ear. The pilot, a fellow named John Shaefer, opened his eyes. When he saw stars, realization came quickly. "We're not dead!"
"You are very astute." his security commander commented acidily. Shaefer sat up. He saw fires around the crash site, but most of the aircraft was still in one piece. The USS marines who had been on board the plane with him had assault rifles, and they swept the fetid swamp around them, looking for danger.
"I take it from your wise-assedness that we have no rescue plan?" Shaefer snorted.
"None yet." the security officer said, then tapped his boom mike. "Vedermann, gather up the top secret stuff in the plane, and prepare to destroy it. And execute a full memory wipe on the computers as soon as you can restore power."