Kanze, Osaria-Kanze Military District (TONOBRAN STATE NEWS CORPORATION) -- In a surprising decision revealed today after the announcement of the expansion of the Omzian Army's rapid deployment forces, in a press conference hosted by the Joint Military Commission of the Omzian National People's Defence Forces (ODF for short), the ODF today has announced that preparations are underway for a three-service joint exercise. Consisted of units from the Omzian Navy, the Omzian Air Force Strategic Forces Command, and the Omzian Army's VII Airborne Corps, the ODF has revealed that this will one of the largest deployments ever since the Omzian Homeland Defence War of Dakarie Year 56.
It has been believed that this large exercise, currently named PAC-COM 35, will take place near an unhabitated island approximately 7000km away from the Omzian mainland. The island, currently unclaimed and classified as '005' in the ODF, is already under preparation for the particular exercise. Though the ODF has already come under fire by several independent groups within the Omzian nation, the ODF has assured that the island is currently uninhabitated, and will not be claimed by the Omzian government as Omzian territory.
Consisted of a series of smaller exercise, the large exercise will be able to "simulate a realistic scenario, dealing with foreign aggression that will result in retailation from the Omzian Defence Forces", as revealed by the Omzian Navy Command-in-Chief Fleet Admiral Jonares Loran. Although currently the exact scheme of the exercise is undisclosed, it is expected that this exercise will involve a systematic series of strategic air and naval strike operations, following the deployment of a large amphibious landing force and airborne force that is "large enough to conduct the mission, while is light enough to be deployed and supplied via available routes", as described by Colonel General Saran Vansara, Sub-Deputy Chief of the Omzian Strategic Forces Command.
Although the exercise will see the use of many foreign-designed equipment, it is believed that OMASC will also take a role in the exercise, promoting their technology further to the Omzian military. However, this also allowed OMASC to come under speculation from both other Omzian arms contractors and independent groups, accusing OMASC of holding a "business monopoly" with the Omzian military.
Day One: Initial Preparations For the Enemy Ahead
Kanze-Outzone Airbase
"Scramble, scramble, bogies proceeding from the east, high altitudes and speeds, three hundred klicks out," the loudspeaker blared in various spots of the huge base as men scrambled to their battlestations in the near darkness ahead. A rush of cold wind blew overhead as a chilling sensation proceeded throughout the enlisted and commissioned alike, awake and alerted, across the concrete fields of the large airbase. An ominous series of vibrations began to transfer out from the sirens across the base, as if a real menace from the thin air is ready to consume them all. "This is a code one-two, Flight One ordered to take off immediately; Flight Two on alert standby", the anonymous voice from the loudspeakers blared with an automated tune, yet men and women of all ranks and uniform maneuvered across the fields, dotted with signs, anti-aircraft guns, and hardened aircraft shelters. The base still hasn't come to life as a mosaic of stars hanged overhead peacefully and worrylessly, but sounds of human footsteps, machinery, and electronics already filled the night sky with various levels of decibels.
Lieutenant 1st Grade Jenson got his gears ready as he warmed up the electronics onboard, with his RIO, Lieutenant 2nd Grade Moran, behind and separated by centimeters upon centimeters long of electronics. Their cockpit was still open as Jenson felt a cool rush of air touching his dry skin, like the typical cold winter air of the Northern Cities, and the nearby Northeastern Omzian Frontier. Commanding a F-125C Rapier interceptor always has been his dream, ever since when he witnessed the great struggle of friendly and enemy aircraft over the skies of his home during the Battle of Honjaksgrad. And now, extreme gratefulness and happiness rushed across his body as he reminded himself of his selection in the exercise, having the honour of officially starting the exercise with a small group of other comrades. However, it has its own demands as his mind boggled over the preflight checklist, conflicting his dire willingness to start the action as the virtual list ran across his mind like endless lessons of arithmetic, even after the hundreds and thousands of hours he already spent on the aircraft.
"Engine one start", he announced to his maintenance crew as they cleared of the aircraft immediately, as the monster of a turbofan ended its virtual hibernation the moment it roared to life. "Engine two start," he announced over the intercom again, this time with a smile on his face as his aircraft started moving across the taxiway. A fly whistled silently near the aircraft's navigation lights, but it only would be consumed by the fiery engines, as newtons upon newtons of great force dragged it into the intake. "Tower, Sharpsword Two, requesting permission to take off."
"Sharpsword Two, Tower, scramble, scramble, bogeys coming from the east," the anonymous sergeant announced in the radio as his voice cracked over the endless electromagnetic waves. "Weather is calm, ceiling unlimited, your GCI Controller is Redfox."
The pilot listened as his pulse rate rised, the ventricles of his heart desparately pumping blood across his widened arteries as the powerful workhouses of his body, as he instantly grabbed onto the control stick on his right. "Tower, Sharpsword Two, taking -", he said, only to have the last word mixed with radio messages from the nearby friendly GCI station, as unfamiliar voices began to fill the airspace in the form of informative waves. "Sharpsword Flight, GCI Redfox, group contact, east at bearing one-one-zero, distance three hundred kilometers, angels low, speed high, closing, refer to GCI station for further instructions. Standard radar silence procedure."
The pilot applied a gentle pulling force on his stick as his aircraft finally sped away from the surface of the runway, as his engines roared over the low dark sky. "Sharpsword Flight, GCI Red Fox, friendly target at one-six-one, distance fifty-two kilometers," the GCI station suddenly cracked again, this time filling the airwaves with different pitches and tones of sound.
"Don't shoot down that supersonic airliner," the RIO chuckled over the intercom as the aircraft began to catchup with the leader of the flight, speding away into the horizon.
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Lieutenant Jenson checked the puzzles of displays once again as he looked through the HUD, this time reading his altitude, speed, and bearing once again. At a speed of more than 3200 kilometers per hour, it was more than enough to catch up with their targets, and still get a good firing solution. Their target this time, rather than the converted drones they were using, are now the fast converted Displayboard targets, PDE-turbofan powered targets that were converted from the mysterious intercontinental cruise missiles that the Omzian Air Force has been deploying for some time. However, it was still more than a challenge for them, as the drones sped at a speed of more than Mach three, depleting their fuel while carrying a full load of countermeasures, in addition to the special training versions of the AMRAAM missiles. In this scenario they were simulating bombers, but the only thing wrong was having no bombs, crews, nor the huge size of teh strategic bomers.
Suddenly, breaking the virtual static, a voice came again, as the pilots were still reminded of the strict radio silence. "Sharpsword Flight, GCI Redfox, change heading to one-five-one, height to twenty-three thousand meters, targeting data updated through datalink" the authoritive speaker at the GCI station ordered, as the flight of six Rapiers maneuvered into their positions in unison. Only using the infrared instruments, the RIO, Lieutenant Moran checked the displays as he began to receive the new targeting data, which as he expected, almost perfectly corresponded with the information provided from the infrared sights - or, the IRST for short. With each pressure on different bottons around the flat displays, Moran reviewed the data with great satisfaction, with a sense of appreciation as things continued to go well. However, soon, it came the decisive moment as the GCI cracked over the radio, like an absolute administrator of the air who dictated everything they did. "Sharpsword Flight, GCI Redfox, bandits closing in at one-six-two, speed four thousand kilometers per hour, height two-one thousands, distance one-six-zero kilmeters. Instructing to switch on radar into search mode. Targeting data will be provided through datalink, actual lock on to be achieved through tracking modes," the authoritive noise gave the order, as the large interceptors penetrated through the thin air particles at their altitudes.
"Turning on the radar, entering scanning of airspace," Moran announced over the intercom. As the radar warmed up, dozens of targets appeared with each scan of the powerful radar, as it burned through the jamming from the targets. However, with the help of the targeting information from the GCI controller transferred via the secure datalink, the fire control system systematically identified the "hostile" targets as the F-125 began to close in, still with the missiles in the weapons bays. It was't too long before exchanges of radio chatter finally appeared, as the GCI gave the final command. "Sharpsword Flight, GCI Redfox, engage, engage. Sharpsword Flight, all engage offensive."
A rush of emotion pumped throughout Lieutenant Jenson's body as a alrge smile appeared on his face, preparing for the launch, while Moran prepared for the final targeting solution. Endless amount of electrical charges travelled throughout the avionics of the aircraft, while the powerful radar casted its prying beam over great distances, as the targets were still continuously tracked, outranging its armaments by a high precentage. The speed also gave Jenson an advantage, as the high Mach-two speed would give the deadly arrows in the weapons bays a deadly injection of kinetic energy. Finally, with the push of the red button on the stick, Jenson gave the command to launch the first missile, as a series of occurances soon followed in the split of the blinking of an eye.
"Engaging target, fox three," Jenson cheerfully announced over the radio as the first missile was ejected out of the weapons bay, flying away with great kinetic energies as its hybrid rocket-scramjet engine activated with a roar, the flash of the hozzle and its small smoke trail seen distances away. However, Jenson had no time to enjoy the sight, as immediately a second missile was launched at a different target, and then, a third, the motion from the missile ejectors rocking the whole aircraft as it continued over the vast Omzian Northeastern Frontier. They all continued as they climbed altitude, soon disappearing in the great mist of darkness, the missile's high speeds poising a hateful force as it sped away with only a continuous series of flash of radiance from its nozzle. The missiles themselves activated their active radar seekers, as rays of energy penetrated the radome into the sky, searching for any possible prey...
...As the digital clock ticked in the cockpit of the interceptor, Jenson watched with a hint of impatience as he launched his fourth missile against a target, this time corresponding with another launch from his wingman. As these missiles sped away however, it was not long before the leading missiles finally got around their targets. Although the fuel were already burnt out, the missiles still maneuvered against the targets as they were desparate to activate their fuze, as if these little rods of explosives and propulsion only had a robot as their state of mind.
"GCI Redfox, Sharpsword Two, three kills confirmed. Bandit splashed, break left to home base vector," the GCI finally announced with a tune of celebration as Jenson tightened his fist as a symbol of victory and celebration, while turning his stick on the other hand, as he was pulling back on the sleek throttle handle. "Guess that the top generals will finally let us go after this," Jenson smiled and said over the intercom.
"Good job to us all," Moran replied in return as he got around in operating the radar with a larger degree of freedom. "Though, if it wasn't the GCI we'd be probably getting more kills," he complained with a smile, as he prepared for future celebration. "Too automatic, I tell you. But our job is still finished here, and I do need to finish the game with you on that one."