NationStates Jolt Archive

"You were so wasted last night dude. We had to carry you out of the bar."

"Ugh... My head hurts... Did you all drop me or something?"

"Dude, it’s called a hang over."

*Loud laughter*

"Seriously, we need to do that again. I met the finest....."

*Loud Siren*

"Attention, Attention. All 8th Fighter Squadron Pilots to Briefing room, Repeat, all 8th Fighter Squadron Pilots to Briefing room."

5 young Luftwaffe fighter pilots sat in the Blitz Luftwaffe Base lounge room communing over last nights adventures. They relaxed in big comfy leather recliners, their bodies seemed to sink into the cushioning as they rested between flights. However now it seems that duty calls. The 5 young boys stood up and rush down the white hall towards the briefing room. Their black polished boondockers pounded on the blue carpeting as they rushed towards a large double door. Inside 4 rows of tables and leather seats faced towards a large screen and podium. An older man dressed in Officer Service Khakis stood in front of the white screen. As each Pilot rushed into the room they stood at attention behind their assigned seats, their perfect military Bering reflected their harsh training and long hours of service to the Reich. The older man at the head of the room over looked his fine Pilots. All of their green flight suits were in perfect uniformity, their squadron patches on their right chest all read '8th Luftwaffe Fighter Squadron "Hell Cats"' Pleased with the rapid assembly of his men he gave his next order. "Take.... Seats!" He bellowed out of his diaphragm. The officers remained at attention as they quickly replied in unison. "Seats, Aye Aye Sir!" After which they sat down in their chairs. "Good mourning gentlemen. Today is going to be a long day, so bear with me." He said as he took a sip of bottled water. "At 8:45 this mourning our squadron received orders to prepare for immediate scramble. Our mission is to penetrate the former Tyrandis government airspace to the north. We will provide air superiority as our ground forces move in to take the area." He paused as he moved to flip the light switch for the room. The room turned suddenly dark; however this was only for a moment. He walked over a began running a slide on the screen. "This, gentlemen, is our plan of attack. We will be scrambled from here, Blitz LB, and proceed north, Once we reach the boarder we will go on full combat alert. At this time we are unsure as to the military make up of the former Tyrandis government. Most of this country should be in total anarchy, no organized resistance should be found." He said as he switched through slides of known tyradnis aircraft. "Boys, all you need to do, is do what you do best. Kick ass.... Are we clear?" He asked in an enthusiastic tone. "Yes Sir!" They screamed back. The moral of the pilots was high, and they had good reason to be happy. They were the best pilots of all of the Luftwaffe, they were born to fly.

Once dismissed the pilots exited the briefing room. Calmly but quickly they walked down the hall to donn the rest of their flight suits. OberLeutnant Wouter sat down on a small wooden bench in the dressing room. His locker stood directly in front of him. He leaned down to tie on his flight boots, he then turned and picked up his helmet, the black helmet boasted a visor and lock on sight capabilities. This was a key ingredient to the deadly capability of a Luftwaffe pilot. Once he donned the rest of his gear. He stood up and walked out of a blue door; on the door red letters read 'Warning Entering Flight Line'. As he opened the door he reviled the hot Australian sun. Trotting across the tarmac, he walked towards one of the many hangers that sat adjacent the tarmac. Inside his assigned hanger, he watched as flight crews finished preps on his F-63K Tengriy Definitive Air Superiority Fighter. "Sir! Your fighter is prepped and ready to go. We await your final check." A Feldwebel said as he snapped to attention in front of his superior officer. "Excellent." Wouter replied. He walked over towards his aircraft, circling it, he made sure all the preparation for flight were made. Once this was completed he walked up the latter and sat down in the cockpit. With a flip of a few switches the lights of the aircraft turned on and the engines began to hum. Strapping himself in, he taxied his fighter down the tarmac towards the runway. A few other F-63Ks taxied down the runway behind him. "Alright boys. Let’s get airborne, form up on my wings." He ordered his subordinated pilots. The engines of the 3 fighters flared up and the planes began rolling down the runway into the sky.

The clear blue sky of the troposphere was a beautiful sight. 5 kilometers below the clouds covered the ground. Without GPS the pilots of the 8th Luftwaffe Fighter Squadron would be lost in their high flying supersonic F-63K Tengriy Definitive Air Superiority Fighters. The 20 members of the squadron flew from their airbase in the northern Reich, to former Tyrandis airspace. The Hellcats were to be the knife in the Reich offensive into northern Australia. The engines of the fighters produced a loud hum as they super cruised out of Reich airspace into the unknown. "Flight, this is Hellcat leader. We are now transferring into combat airspace, Be alert and stay focused. Break off and begin your descents to 10km.” Once the order was given the 20 fighters broke into groups of 5 and nosed down to descended into enemy airspace. This would give them a better view of possible targets and enemy air activity.

As well as giving the pilots a good view of targets. It gave the prying eyes of the Stigma Southern army a good view as well. The southern army forward air strip became a bustle with activity as the alarm was raised to the presence of the GaR Luftwaffe. Alarms sounded as soon as the 8th squadron entered "Stigma" airspace. Aircrews began prepping the 5 Mirage 2000 Multi-Role Combat Fighters present at the base. The small fighter aircraft were quickly equipped with air to air missiles almost at the same time they were taxiing down the airstrip. Once prep was completed the Mirages were in the sky ready to intercept the enemy presence. However the Hellcats were a leg up on the older Multi-Roles. Swooping in behind the non-stealthy 2000s the sleek stealthy F-63Ks began to target the 5 aircraft. Based on numbers the 2 air groups of 5 and 5, they were an even match. However when it comes to technology the F-63s were in a league of their own. The AIM-9 sidewinders hummed as they were rocketed towards their targets. Without warning or a chance to maneuver out of the way the Stigma pilots were killed instantly. The remaining fireballs crashed to the ground 2 miles away from the airstrip from which they originated.

34 miles away OberLeutnant Wouter and his flight were cruising just above the tree line towards a newly located Stigma SAM sight. "Damn, who are these people?" One of the young pilots questioned as he shoved his accelerator forward. "I don't know Zeek, but these bastards are going to die." Another one replied. Wouter chuckled as he listened to the two young hot shots continue their rant over the comm. system. As they neared the target Wouter gave the order to ascend to appropriate height to prepare for the bombing run. "Alright boys, its time for a little bombing run. Activate your Mk84s and head to your assigned targets." Wouter ordered into his facemask. The 5 fighters broke off and headed in their 5 assigned directions. Up high in space GaR satellites located 5 different SAM sights run by the yet to be known aggressors. Wouter's fighter like the others raced towards its assigned target. A green box appeared on his screen as the target came into view. "Hellcat 2, bombs away." He announced as he flipped the ordinance switch. The JDAM screeched towards the earth and exploded right on target as Wouter flew by. "Got ya." He laughed. "Alright, Hellcats form baaa..." Beep beep beep. A missile warning sounded in Wouter's cockpit before he could finish his sentience. "Damn!" he exclaimed as he rolled his fighter to the side deploying chaffs. "I got 5 of them on me!" Sure enough 5 SAM missiles were trailing the flight leader as he jetted in the other direction. The Luftwaffe pilot used all of his training to try and dodge that missile. Using a series of pitches and wide turns, accents and descents, he did all of he could to try and get home alive. With only 2 missiles left in the chase, Wouter watch in horror as one began to come up his tail pipe. In a split second he pulled the ejection levers and jettisoned the canopy. The jet power ejection seat launched out of the plane just as the missile destroyed it. Sending Wouter downunder.