Truitt
27-06-2005, 05:36
The Aggressive Neighbor
Mattian-Bumsian Border [0600 Hours]
A lone JE-21 SkyEye flies by the border. It was not escorted, only because it was on the last leg of its patrol for any border patrolling fighters that Lame Bums might be sending.
The politicans in Raptior were paranoid about a Bumsian attack. The "agressive neighbor," as they oftenlly called the country, was always prepaired for a fight. Even as a company took over the entire nation, rumors went about that the company-nation may strike the Jewittist Republic for its "radical," in the Bumsian eye, views on anti-racism and pacifism. Also, not to doubt, that the host nation of the only competition with Bargain Basement which in fact is Truitt and Hughes Corporation and Stevenson Arms Company, both resting in Truitt herself.
The SkyEye, codenamed "Omniscience," was right on the border. With no weapons onboard and with a Jewittist Gaurd crew instead of the usual Aouren crew, even if it flew over the Bumsian territory, they had no right to shoot it down.
Constantly sending threats like "If you pass the border airspace, we will shoot" and "Dare to cross and the slaughter of Jewittism will come" were sent oftenly. Lame Bums was being known as the "corny nation of CEOs and warmongering idiots," by many comedy stations which protrayed actual news channels. There was even a COX show, which oftenly made fun of BOX reportings.
The crew was made of the usual elevan. Neither had a 9mm standerdized automatic "kricket" pistol which most pilots and crewmen were required to carry, and few knew how to even operate a firearm. Two pilots, five equippment engineers, three systems managers, and a single engine servicer.
They had just left "Safe Zone" of the Mattian East Borderland Air Network where there were runways and Aoure bases. They now were flying over baren unprotected and unsettled mountainous terrain. Their mission was to go from the Pakihli Airzone, about mid-border, and go all the way to the North Mattian-Bumsian border where they would meet the Mattian East Borderland Air Network's northern Mission.
The pilot, with the nickname "Elvis," was a Gaurd bomber and served in the late Somalian War. He piloted one of the five bombers to survive the threats of the rogue Bumsian missiles. He oftenly belived that the Bumsians wished for the end of the Republic there, but he was even more inspired to say this in public, where national security was oftenly thetend because Mattianese and Shirean citizens were afraid of falling to the Bumsian's proclaimed "unstoppible" army.
The crew was silent, working on their own tasks. Himself and his co-pilot, a trainned Cargo Freiht Bombardeer, looked out of their cockpits onto the terrain. He looked on his radar and noticed something odd. The border line was not right. He had planned for this section to be pretty straight-stretched, but the actual border in detail and being this close showed it to zig-zag and curve.
He had flown right into Bumsian airspace. "Wow, this ain't good. Everyone hold on." He said banking the aircraft at a 30 degree angle. He was used to Cockatiels, not SkyEyes. The SkyEye's Safety Management System alerted everyone that the wings were being over-stressed. "Damn it Elvis-" Began his co-pilot pulling against the bank to line back up the wings with the horizon. "We got no radar warnning, and hell, I bet yeah they can't even see us." He finished.
They lined back up and slowly applied the rudders to make a leveled turn back into the border. All of the crew was worried about the aircraft's actual performance now, as the wings were overstressed and probably were beyond in-flight repair. No one even watched as four red dots showed up on the Long-Range Radar Detection Suite's screen in the back of the fuselage.
Flying in a Truitti-learned pattern the fighters seemed to be going in mach speeds and started to slow. When they entered Admediate Radar Detection, it showed up on the cockpit screen. "What the Hell, who hasn't been watching the damn radars?" Exclaimmed the pilot as he sent a messege saying "This is Truitti AWACs Freiht Zero-Niner-October-One. We have suffered wing damage and are unable to manuver largely. Requesting guidance."
He tried to play off as a damaged AWACs alright, and although half of it was true, he had sensors. Nothing was said for a few minutes, and then a Missile In Air Warnning went into effect. The radars showed four missiles, one from each plane, flying in the direction of the SkyEye. "Please cancel missile engagement! We are unarmed!" He yelled over the line. They were about 16,700 feet in the air, but only about 3,400 feet above the terrain below.
The missiles kept comming, faster and faster. He and his co-pilot released chaft and flares, but to no availe. The missles continued. "You damn bullies think you can fly into our territory, well, we will not listen to you anymore! Damn Jewittists are too headstrong. Let your deaths be an example to the world." Yelled a pilot in some Afrikaan tense, which had to be a Bumsian Squadron Leader.
The missiles hit, all four. Two hit the rear epinage, raping the plane of its pitch controls. The plane now was dead as the other two hit the same engine, right on the left wing.
Elvis tried to take the SkyEye down easily on a flat rocky plain he saw, which he failed. The plane hit the plain right-on, bursting. The upper fuselage, the cockpit namely, was the only noticble piece of carnage.
Elvis looked around. His head was running and he heard yelling, moans, and burnning screechs of the sensors infront of him. Then a missile hit right behind him. The pilots in the air wanted the crew dead.
The missile hit, and if it was not for the reinforced cockpit door to prevent rogue crewmen from attacking the pilots, than he and his co-pilot would also be dead.
He layed there for at least an hour in silence. His co-pilot was alive and oftenly looked at eachother to ensure eachothers' life. "We need to call for help." Moaned the co-pilot.
Messege Sent to West African Protection Air Command (WAPAC)
Aouren Freiht Zero-Niner-October-One has been shot down over Bumsian airspace. We lost control of manuverability and bled into Bumsian airspace and was engaged. Our last noted possition was seven and a half nautical miles north north west of Tarfginwary, Mattia.
Requesting admediate search and rescue. It is myself, First Leutinet Markus Willington and Bombardeer Commander James Hendris. Pilots of the crew. I am unsure of any other survivers in the carnage. Hit by four missiles, trail of debris can probably been seen from air.
We are unarmed and have not even a reserve firearm.
[end messege transmission]
At hearing this, Tarfginwary, a noted Aouren Special Operations Base, was abuzz. Four HURST-5D Ghost Koda Stealth Attack Helicopters were deployed. Each having their single pilot and an Aouren onboard.
They sped across the mountains and past many caves. After thirty to forty five minutes of flgiht, they past what looked like half of a horizontal elevator from a large aircraft. The first of the trail.
After a few minutes, an other group of four took to flight.
The first group was a demolitions team, tasked to destroy the wreckage trail. The second would be the search and rescue.
Mattian-Bumsian Border [0600 Hours]
A lone JE-21 SkyEye flies by the border. It was not escorted, only because it was on the last leg of its patrol for any border patrolling fighters that Lame Bums might be sending.
The politicans in Raptior were paranoid about a Bumsian attack. The "agressive neighbor," as they oftenlly called the country, was always prepaired for a fight. Even as a company took over the entire nation, rumors went about that the company-nation may strike the Jewittist Republic for its "radical," in the Bumsian eye, views on anti-racism and pacifism. Also, not to doubt, that the host nation of the only competition with Bargain Basement which in fact is Truitt and Hughes Corporation and Stevenson Arms Company, both resting in Truitt herself.
The SkyEye, codenamed "Omniscience," was right on the border. With no weapons onboard and with a Jewittist Gaurd crew instead of the usual Aouren crew, even if it flew over the Bumsian territory, they had no right to shoot it down.
Constantly sending threats like "If you pass the border airspace, we will shoot" and "Dare to cross and the slaughter of Jewittism will come" were sent oftenly. Lame Bums was being known as the "corny nation of CEOs and warmongering idiots," by many comedy stations which protrayed actual news channels. There was even a COX show, which oftenly made fun of BOX reportings.
The crew was made of the usual elevan. Neither had a 9mm standerdized automatic "kricket" pistol which most pilots and crewmen were required to carry, and few knew how to even operate a firearm. Two pilots, five equippment engineers, three systems managers, and a single engine servicer.
They had just left "Safe Zone" of the Mattian East Borderland Air Network where there were runways and Aoure bases. They now were flying over baren unprotected and unsettled mountainous terrain. Their mission was to go from the Pakihli Airzone, about mid-border, and go all the way to the North Mattian-Bumsian border where they would meet the Mattian East Borderland Air Network's northern Mission.
The pilot, with the nickname "Elvis," was a Gaurd bomber and served in the late Somalian War. He piloted one of the five bombers to survive the threats of the rogue Bumsian missiles. He oftenly belived that the Bumsians wished for the end of the Republic there, but he was even more inspired to say this in public, where national security was oftenly thetend because Mattianese and Shirean citizens were afraid of falling to the Bumsian's proclaimed "unstoppible" army.
The crew was silent, working on their own tasks. Himself and his co-pilot, a trainned Cargo Freiht Bombardeer, looked out of their cockpits onto the terrain. He looked on his radar and noticed something odd. The border line was not right. He had planned for this section to be pretty straight-stretched, but the actual border in detail and being this close showed it to zig-zag and curve.
He had flown right into Bumsian airspace. "Wow, this ain't good. Everyone hold on." He said banking the aircraft at a 30 degree angle. He was used to Cockatiels, not SkyEyes. The SkyEye's Safety Management System alerted everyone that the wings were being over-stressed. "Damn it Elvis-" Began his co-pilot pulling against the bank to line back up the wings with the horizon. "We got no radar warnning, and hell, I bet yeah they can't even see us." He finished.
They lined back up and slowly applied the rudders to make a leveled turn back into the border. All of the crew was worried about the aircraft's actual performance now, as the wings were overstressed and probably were beyond in-flight repair. No one even watched as four red dots showed up on the Long-Range Radar Detection Suite's screen in the back of the fuselage.
Flying in a Truitti-learned pattern the fighters seemed to be going in mach speeds and started to slow. When they entered Admediate Radar Detection, it showed up on the cockpit screen. "What the Hell, who hasn't been watching the damn radars?" Exclaimmed the pilot as he sent a messege saying "This is Truitti AWACs Freiht Zero-Niner-October-One. We have suffered wing damage and are unable to manuver largely. Requesting guidance."
He tried to play off as a damaged AWACs alright, and although half of it was true, he had sensors. Nothing was said for a few minutes, and then a Missile In Air Warnning went into effect. The radars showed four missiles, one from each plane, flying in the direction of the SkyEye. "Please cancel missile engagement! We are unarmed!" He yelled over the line. They were about 16,700 feet in the air, but only about 3,400 feet above the terrain below.
The missiles kept comming, faster and faster. He and his co-pilot released chaft and flares, but to no availe. The missles continued. "You damn bullies think you can fly into our territory, well, we will not listen to you anymore! Damn Jewittists are too headstrong. Let your deaths be an example to the world." Yelled a pilot in some Afrikaan tense, which had to be a Bumsian Squadron Leader.
The missiles hit, all four. Two hit the rear epinage, raping the plane of its pitch controls. The plane now was dead as the other two hit the same engine, right on the left wing.
Elvis tried to take the SkyEye down easily on a flat rocky plain he saw, which he failed. The plane hit the plain right-on, bursting. The upper fuselage, the cockpit namely, was the only noticble piece of carnage.
Elvis looked around. His head was running and he heard yelling, moans, and burnning screechs of the sensors infront of him. Then a missile hit right behind him. The pilots in the air wanted the crew dead.
The missile hit, and if it was not for the reinforced cockpit door to prevent rogue crewmen from attacking the pilots, than he and his co-pilot would also be dead.
He layed there for at least an hour in silence. His co-pilot was alive and oftenly looked at eachother to ensure eachothers' life. "We need to call for help." Moaned the co-pilot.
Messege Sent to West African Protection Air Command (WAPAC)
Aouren Freiht Zero-Niner-October-One has been shot down over Bumsian airspace. We lost control of manuverability and bled into Bumsian airspace and was engaged. Our last noted possition was seven and a half nautical miles north north west of Tarfginwary, Mattia.
Requesting admediate search and rescue. It is myself, First Leutinet Markus Willington and Bombardeer Commander James Hendris. Pilots of the crew. I am unsure of any other survivers in the carnage. Hit by four missiles, trail of debris can probably been seen from air.
We are unarmed and have not even a reserve firearm.
[end messege transmission]
At hearing this, Tarfginwary, a noted Aouren Special Operations Base, was abuzz. Four HURST-5D Ghost Koda Stealth Attack Helicopters were deployed. Each having their single pilot and an Aouren onboard.
They sped across the mountains and past many caves. After thirty to forty five minutes of flgiht, they past what looked like half of a horizontal elevator from a large aircraft. The first of the trail.
After a few minutes, an other group of four took to flight.
The first group was a demolitions team, tasked to destroy the wreckage trail. The second would be the search and rescue.