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OOC: Basically someone can appear as the bogey force. Just a simple skirmish and dogfight over the island. Appearantly it has something valuable (we can say oil). So just a small dogfight with say 4 vs. 4 planes.

IC:

The squad of Blizzards flew through the sky at Mach 1, soaring over the blue oasis like it was non-existant. And like war was a millenium away. Perhaps it was... but maybe today would be different. Captain Hodge McMullen held the grip on his controls and manuevered his plane forward to lead the formation of four. His three wingmen hung right behind him, in an arrow group... tight.

Hodge whipped his plane left and pulled up to 20,000 ft. Looking down below him with his electronics, he could see he was coming up on the Dunehill Island, the area he was set to patrol with his squad today. Hopefully there wouldn't be any disturbances. Appearantley this island was important enough to be guarded... but Hodge didn't care why. He just did his job.

"Here we are..." He spoke loud and clear over the radio.

"Beautiful isn't it." Squaked the young female pilot set to cover his six. 1st Lieutenant Farrel Joshua was always one to lighten up the mood. Her callsign 'Gender' wasn't so dark either. It was halarious at moments.

"Hey Jock, you got the lead now, go for it." Hodge let his youngest pilot take the flight lead. "I'll take your six..."

He swung his GF-02 in behind Jock and waited. Soaring through the sky it was beautifully quiet. Beautifully. Atleast for the moment anyways.

Then something changed. "Inbound bogeys, 3 o'clock high!" Yelled the assigned AWACS from above.

Jock jerked his plane back into position as Hodge once more took the flight lead. "Gender, keep my six clean... no one fire until I give the signal."

"Gender... roger."

"Jock, roger."

"Strain... roger." The older female of the group replied. It was actually strange that 2nd Lieutenant Giollani Rivera had not yet taken control of this unit. Indeed, she hadn't advanced a rank in over 5 years, and somehow Hodge had become the leader. Very strange for the new nation Geneticon had become.

"Take it easy all... keep an eye on those bogeys."

OOC: I'll do it. I'll make an IC post shortly.

"Arjuna flight, bogeys at 9 o'clock low. Permission to engage."

"Roger, Ringmaster. Arjuna flight inbound."

The four F-119A Banshees (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12106112&postcount=69) banked to starboard and dove, their massive AES-51PD engines accelerating them to Mach 2. Major Timothy Cervantes, Arjuna 1, flipped on his weapons systems, arming his 8 AIM-9X Sidewinders and 8 AIM-120C-5 missiles. All of them were stored internally for maximum stealth. "Wraith here. All planes report in."

"Raven on standby."

"Scimitar on standby."

"Cipher on standby."

"Fire on my signal..Fox Three!"

Four AIM-120C-5s rocketed towards the Geneticonian (?) planes, the Ezaltians hoping to end the fight quickly.

OOC: Do you have stats for your planes?

The alarm system of the GF-02 Blizzards (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=482678) was blaring only seconds after they spotted the Ezaltia planes. They were coming in fast, and it looked like they had fired some missiles. Yes, the missiles had appeared on the three-dimensional viewfinders of the planes. The map was extremely accurate, and it looked like they had a little bit of time.

Hodge yelled to his wingmen, "Dang, we got missiles inbound, bearing Two-Seven-Zero, break... now!"

The four planes broke towards the missiles at a seventy degree angle at the last moment, and the missiles almost made impact. They had mostly missed by a few meters. One however grazed Jock's plane, sending a ripple through his craft. "Sir, I've been hit. Damage level at 40%, this thing is still flyable."

"Copy that... next time use the Gig!"

"Copy that!"

The planes screamed at low alttitude. "Careful all, we're going low. See if they pick us up down here." Hodge lead the team to within forty feet of the water below, heading away from the island now. Down here, the bogeys would likely need visual, especially with the improved stealth of the Blizzards. "We're gonna make them turn to engage."

The Blizzards moved frighteningly at about Mach 1 very close to the surface. "Engage the Gig now." Hodge spoke, as he hit a setting widening his 3D screen. "GGJMS is a go..."

"Jock, roger that... GGJMS is a go..."

"Gender, roger! GGJMS is a go!"

"Strain, copy... GGJMS is a go."

The GGJMS of all four Blizzards kicked into gear, hopefully affecting the enemy craft.

"Let's just wait, if they turn to engage, they'll need to first aqcuire a lock, then fire. Let them use their ammunition. Their success will be lower now that the Gig is in place..."

OOC: Gig is just a nickname for the GGJMS... which is explained in the link. Basically it's a jamming system.

"Missed, sir!"

"Dammit!"

The four Banshees split into two groups, Arjunas 1 and 2 approaching the Geneticon planes head-on, while 3 and 4 climbed to 10,000 feet. Cervantes watched the small circle on his HUD swivel slightly, and then fix in place. A shrill tone filled the small cockpit as he yelled again, "Fox Three! Fox Three!"

Two Slammers lit off from either plane, screaming towards the Blizzards at almost sea level.

Meanwhile, the other two Banshees dove from above, loosing off their own quartet of missiles. All in all, the Geneticon fighters had four Slammers coming in horizontally, and four from above.

OOC: I designed a jet called the Blizzard also..