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FORCED FALCONS
KATUR AIRBASE

The sun was coming up and the crisp of a cold morning was approaching. The base was very much quiet, the sound of coffee machines turning on and yawns could be heard within. The commander of the airbase was General Heinkel of the Forced Falcons. He would see the missions go through, successful or not. This airbase was old, and used for training excersises now. It had been uprgaded, but only slightly. Its runway was slightly cracked, and its airtower and main complex were starting to rust and its pain was chipping. The pilots would find the inside very comfortable though, as each pilot got his own room, as well as heater. The base was surrounded by dense forest which was slightly coverd in snow, sprinkled from the night before. The General with his aviators on wore his military coat and rubbed his hands together before taking a sip of his hot joe, relaxing...He had already picked up aircraft on radar, his new aircraft. These men were summoned around the world to fight the arising threat of the Sky Skinners a Alliance of pilots that also had there own army and navy. "God damn its cold out here" he said as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, searching the skys for his boys. " They better get here soon, my ass is freezing." The sky was becoming to come alive as the glint of incoming aircraft could be seen...

OCC: Okay, land your planes and take in the enviroment.

OCC-2: Sign up thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=563431

Transmission from "Tiger"

"Katur Control Tower, this is Tiger, Tiger of VE" said Than, approaching the Katur Airbase

"ETA at Katur in 5 minutes, requesting ground clearance. Over."

Looking at his right, seeing the sun was about to rise. Looking overhead seeing the warning light blinking on the board. Seeing that he has only 900 lbs of fuel.

Computer: Warning, Warning, Low fuel, low fuel

"Dang, I could've went along with the jet stream...."

Transmission from Katur air tower

" You are authorized to land, come in Tiger, take a seat..." Then the message was cut off. Heinkel could see a MiG-35 come down, a new plane, still in its testing stages, must be a prototype, he would put it to the test. He smiled as the plane was coming in for a landing, he went back inside the base, and into the lunch area, where he would have the pilots meet him, one at a time.

FSS Aries Triumph CVNA-54

The Gibraltar-class carrier steamed towards home, but first, it had a task to complete. On the deck, two Rafale-M fighters from the VFA-91 'Death Dealers' were prepared for launch. In the lead plane was Lt. Cdr. Borislav Martinov, a twelve-year veteran of the Maritime Forces. His wingman was Lt. (jg) Akane Fujiwara, his twenty-four year old protege. The Cat officer gave the thumbs up and they launched simultaneously from the bow catapults.

Later...

After a refueling stop from a Commonwealth KC-30 Horizon, the two 'man' flight began its final approach to Katur Airbase.

"Katur Control," Martinov radioed, "This is Commonwealth Flight 210 coming in for approach."

Transmission from Jimzrawayin Planes

"Katur Control Tower, this is flight lead Hurricane, of the 8492nd Air Wing from Jimzraway, flying with wing man Glacier, inbound from Jimzraway. Requesting permission for a fly-by and a landing?"

The two Harrier's were about 2 minutes out from the base itself. The pilot known as Glacier opened a private channel to Hurricane. "We're requesting a fly-by?" Hurricane chuckled in response. "Haven't you ever seen top gun? I've always wanted to do that..."

Transmission from Tiger

Tiger adjusted his radio frequencies and received Katur air tower transmission. Tiger replied....

"Copy that Air tower. Approaching runway, touchdown at 30 seconds" said Tiger

Tiger gripped his joysticks, press the gear down button and preparing to touch down.....Moments later, he landed, quickly he flicks on the air break, flaps, and pulls the throttle shifter down to decrease speed. One minute later, he was taxiing for a parking space.

"Air control, you do know that I cannot park anywhere, where is your field crew? said Tiger, while looking around for any crew that is going to direct him to a hanger or parking area.

"Katur Control Tower, this is Blaster of the GAF. Requesting clearance to land, over."

James Riddle sat in his Eurofighter. He was going to arrive in three minutes tops. Next time, he'll come here by boat. But planes were his life. The plane ahd taken off from a Greal carrier and he hated carriers unfortunately.

Captain Scott Romano watched as the other planes were moving in to land. Below him were a pair of Harriers approaching the control tower.
"Hmm. Looks like they're going to buzz the tower," he said to himself. "I'll show 'em how it's really done!" Gripping the controls, he guided his aircraft down into a steep dive.
"Tower, this is 'Roman'. On approach for landing. Over."
The large F-14D Tomcat (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/cf/F-14_Tomcat_VF-31_2006.jpg) fighter roared towards the tower, quickly passing the two Harriers at near-supersonic speeds. Wings fully swept, he blasted by, circled around, and came in for a landing. Scott taxied the plane alongside of a MiG-35 and keyed his radio.
"Control, this is Roman, standing by for parking orders."

Valentine looked out towards the base. His white Su-37 was a top class fighter, and easily outclassed some of the fighters that he could see below, especially the AV/8B's and the MiG-35.

He entered the landing pattern with his wingman, Sarah Palmer, close on his starboard wing.

"Tower, this is Sundown & Moonlight, requesting landing permission"

Katur Military Airbase

"Ah forget it, I'll just park it right here then..." said Tiger to himself, parking next to some groups of planes.

He stepped out, grab his bag, and walk to the building where he thinks where pilots should go. Walking in, he smells the enriching coffee and finds the break-room. There he grabbed his own mug from his bag and pour in coffee. Tiger went around to explore the building, passing in his right is a briefing room, on his left is the quarters for pilots, and up ahead is the door where he came from. Tiger went outside to look upon the sky and feel the warmth of the rising sun, suddenly saw some planes in the distance.

"Is that a Su-37?!? dang....I heard rumors that plane is top-class...Guess we have a top gun." said Tiger to himself

Hurricane and Glacier watched in disbelief as the Tomcat pilot buzzed the tower. Hurricane clicked his radio on to Glacier. "Sonovabitch stole our move!" Glacier laughed. "Yes, yes he did. But theres something WE can do that no one else can." Hurricane had to think for a second. And then he got it. "Righhhhhhhhhhttttttttttttt...want to say high to tower control?" "Yeah...I think that works." Glacier then cut the mics. The slowed speed drastically as they approached the tower...and then went vertical. One of the Harrier's "special features" was it's STOVL capabilites. Both pilots re dirceted the jet's downwards, causing them to "hover" so to speak. They did this for a moment infront of the tower glass, and waved. Then, they circled back around, and as they got close to the ground, hit the runway, but instead slowed to almost a stop, and put the jets down. They maneuvered into two "parking" spots. Both Pilots powered down their jets, and climbed out on to the pavement, just in time to see the Su-37. Glacier, or Frank, shook his head. "Show offs..."

((OOC: Why is everyone ripping my Harriers D: ))

Scott parked his Tomcat next to the MiG-35, popped the canopy, and jumped to the ground. Exchanging his helmet for a pair of aviators, he took a look around the field. Spying the Harriers, he laughed, and walked over to where another pilot (ooc: tiger) stood next to a building. "You in charge here?" he askes.

Tiger heard someone talking to him and saw a guy next at him....

'You in charge here?' Tiger heard

"Uhhh, no I am not in charge here. I don't know who is..."

Tiger noticed some Harriers just landed on the parking space, not on the runway and taxiing.

"Jesus, they are going to kill someone doing that..."

ooc: 'cause harriers have a horrible operational record, probably...

ic:

The Rafale's landed lightly, taxiing past the rows of different aircraft. They brought their fighters alongside a Eurofighter, the cousin of their own fighters. Stepping from their cockpits, Martinov and Fujiwara joined up and walked down the tarmac together.

"Rafale's, Tomcats, Harriers, Flankers and MiGs," Martinov said as they passed by the planes, "Well, we certainly have a varied assortment."

"Yes, sir," Akane said as she walked by him. A streak of orange hair fell into her eyes, and she brushed it away with a gloved hand. "Thank you for selecting me to come with you...I know there were more experienced pilots than me."

"Nonsense," he replied, "You're the most natural pilot I've met."

"Katur airbase, this is Shinters One and Two, more commenly called Tag Team. Requesting Permission to land, over."

Matthew and Michal were crusing towards the airbase in their identical F-16s looking foward to getting their training underway.

As Glacier and Lightning were approaching the rest of the pilots, Glacier caught someone talking."Jesus, they are going to kill someone doing that..." "Never killed anyone like that...only in the air..." Glacier squinted at the name on the nose of the plane. "...Tiger." Lightning chuckled a bit. "And just in case any of you were wondering, just because we're flying Harriers doesn't mean we're dead weight. As a two man team, we've downed over 80 planes in the past 2 years. We would've brought our Su-37's, but we don't have too many and the Air Force needs all it can get right now. They barely were able to spare us the Harriers."

((OOC: Changing Hurricane's call sign. Make it Lightning.))

"Sure.......Well you can steal that Su-37 over there coming in...." said Tiger.

Tiger was thinking about 80 planes kills and asked

"So what are these 80 planes you drowned?" ask Tiger

Lightning and Glacier turned to watch the 37 touch down. "Damn...I sure to miss the handling on those things..." mused Lightning. Glacier turned back to Tiger. "Well, Lightning here has 45 of em, I tagged 35 of em. There were a few F-22's in there, a bunch of em were MiG's. Had some Tomcats...there was even two F-35's. We lost half a squadron to those bastards. Took me and Lightning here going up in 22's to take the bastards down. They almost had me too...the one got right up my tail, the other one off to my right. Lightning actually nudged the one behind me to get him out of there...gave me a chance to break and roll, tagged the one off to the right. Lightning sent a sidewinder right up the other ones ass...."

OOC: If you don't mind, i'll assume i already landed.

The brothers got out of their planes after they had taxied into a hanger and walked over to where the others were. "Hello there. The names Matthew and this is my brother Michal. More commenly called Tag Team since we're almost always together. Looks like we're going to have fun here." Matthew said.

OOC: They walked up to where Lightning and Glacier and them are just for clairfication :D lol.

Jack Seeder, known as comrade was flying down the runway, in a aluminum ainted MiG-29, equiped with advanced long range firing missles. It's red starts shown in the sun as the wheels began to brake. He exited the MiG shivering from the cold air, and pushed his jacket up behind his neck. he held his helmet in his right hand, and marched professionaly towards the lunchroom, where Heinkel was calling for the meeting of all fighter pilots. Jack had seen some pretty bad ass planes, but he knew that only skills would win the day, not some fancy tech..but then again, you can only have so much skill to tech and vice versa.

" All FF pilots to mess hall, all FF pilots to mess, you have ten minutes...."

The Speakers glare echoed into the nearby forest.

" All FF pilots to mess hall, all FF pilots to mess, you have ten minutes...."

The Speakers glare echoed into the nearby forest.

"Whoops. Time for the orientation I would assume." Michal says and Matthew chuckles. "Time to go, little bro." Matthew says and they both begin heading that way.

Comrade ran into the two pilots " Hello, you two pilots?...of course you are." He said hugging Mathew. He had changed into a green standard uniform and a Red beret. His MiG-29 shined in the background. He was from North Calaveras, possibly the most pro-communist state in the world.

Matthew was surprised at the hug. "Uh...yeah, we're pilots. Those are our F-16s over there." He says pointing towards their hanger. "I'm Matthew and this is my brother Michal. Nice to meet you." Matthew says and Michal waves.

Lightning and Glacier heard the announcement for the pilots to report to the mess hall and began walking off in the direction of the main building. "See you boys inside!" shouted Glacier as they neared the door. When they got inside, the first thing they did was go change into "normal" clothes. They put on they're uniforms, the Jimzrawayin emblem on each mans right shoulder, the rest of the uniform was black. They both put on their red berets and their avaitors, and headed for the mess hall. They were indeed a sight to be seen.

Comrade looked at there F-16's, yes they were very good planes. " They are very good, I have my good old MiG-29" he said pointing to his own. " What do you say we go inside freinds?" Jack said as he began walking to the mess hall.

OCC: North Calaveras has an American people, not russian(which most people associate with communist nations)

"Allright." Matthew and Michal say and follow their new aquantance into the mess hall.

((OOC: Quick question NC. What variant of the MiG-29 are you using? The fighter geek in me is demanding to know...))

MiG-29M "Super Fulcrum"

Tiger was at the mess hall looking for some grubs.

"Hmmm.....Oh more pilots, I am 'Tiger' and I rather call as Tiger." said Tiger, noticing the names of pilots.

"So who's in charge of this mess? I have some personal information documents about myself...unless we are going up to the podium." said Tiger, holding his folder and bag

" I'm Comrade..." he said puting out a hand and forcefully shaking Tiger's. He then began to cover his plate in lasanga and steak.

((I would have gone with the MiG-29SMT. IF the Harriers get shot down at some point, that's what I'm replacing them with.))

IC: Glacier and Lightning entered the mess hall a few moments later, just behind three other men. When they entered, they quickly took their seats, and looked around the room. It was average size for a dining hall, could probably hold about 300 men. There was another man in the room, he seemed to be the man in charge. He was standing behind a podium and had some papers infront of him. Glacier leaned over to Lightning. "Did you see that MiG-29 that touched down right before we came in? I thought I was going to cream my pants..." Lighting punched Glacier in the arm lightly. "You know that's what we're getting if the Harriers get blown out of the sky, right?" Glacier's eyes lit up. "Really...?" Lightning took on a stern look. "Don't get shot down just so we can get the MiG-29SMT's...I know they're nice, we both helped test them, remember? But that's not why we're here, and the AF can't really spare them..." Glacier sighed and looked away, waiting for the breifing/welcoming to start.

OCC: crap your right, I guess that will be my replacement as well, I didn't see it ha ^^ thanks.

Heinkel looked at all the pilots screwing around in the mess hall " Alright now shut up you bird brains!." He voice trembled the mess hall. " Assemble, I'll be assigning you squadrons now..., please be seated, I have all your callsigns here on this dirty peice of binder paper...." Heinkel wasn't a man of patience.

OOC: I think it will be also best to list the characters and the planes they are using. It can be a reference or something.

OCC: I Will, but im going to wait for everyone else who hasn't posted to post.

OOC: Hey maybe we should ask the people from "Skies of Aces" thread to be the Skinners.

OOC: Thats in the OOC thread VE.

IC: Glacier and Lightning sat up a bit when the man spoke. "Geez...someone doesn't like the cold very much..." quipped Lightning. "Then I guess he's gonna hate me." Lightning looked at Glacier. "Why?" Glacier grinned. "Because that's how I fly...cold as ice." Lightning stared at Glacier in disbelief. "Top Gun quotes...this early on? Really?" Glacier chuckled and looked back at the man in charge.

"That dolboeb," Akane muttered at the Top Gun remark. She and Martinov were standing against a wall farther towards the back.

"Past' zakroi," Martinov answered back, "We'll be flying alongside them. We must accept their differences."

"Says who?"

"Says me, Lieutenant," he replied.

"Aye, sir," Akane said dejectedly.

OOC: Hey maybe we should ask the people from "Skies of Aces" thread to be the Skinners.

OOC: Thanks, but i'm good doing my two characters at the moment.

Dan and Sarah stood at the back of the group. Having left their flight helmets in their Su-37's, they now wore peaked officers cap in the dull blue of the Ustian Royal Air Force.

"C'mon, c'mon" Dan whispered to himself. He had no stomach for red tape ceremonies and the like. If these Sky Skinners were as dangerous as everyone said, then why in God's name were they still sitting around chinwagging about it?

The brothers found some seats and sat down waiting for the ceremony to start. Suddenly, a loud ringing bang and a ringing is heard from where Michal is sitting. "AH!" he yelled. He looked down to his hip where his side arm holster was and saw smoke coming up. At first he thought he'd shot himself but he then noticed that there was a hole in the ground right next to his foot. He looked sheepishly over to his brother "My bad." Matthew just laughed long and hard, actually almost falling to the ground he was laughing so hard.

"Christ" Sarah said to Dan, watching the two pilots now laughing at each other "Make a point of avoiding those two when we're in combat"

Once the brothers had finished laughing, Matthew did cuff Michal on the back of the head. "Hey dumbbutt, leave your gun on safety. I thought I told you that."
"You did, but if the safety is on, its kind of hard to get a quick shot off."
Matthew just looked at him. "So you'd rather get your foot blown off? Just put it on safety. You won't need it here."
"Fine..."

They both sat back down and Michal made sure his gun's safety was on this time. It was obvious that Matthew was the more calculating one and Michal was the more aggressive one. Which is what made them such a good team. Michal had the skills to go up against superiour numbers and come out with barely a scratch as long as Matthew was there to give a solid plan to Michal's attack. In addition, Matthew could plan and execute an attack where it is least expected simply by out thinking his opponents.

"Yeah, 'cause a sidearm is always an option in a dogfight," Akane muttered rhetorically. She calmly folded her arms and awaited her assignment beside her flight lead. "Viyebnutsa..."

"Don't disagree on that one," Martinov muttered. He wondered how those two ever got wings in the first place.

OOC: Hey, sidearms are useful if you get shot down and need to get back home. Even if you carry an assualt rifle in your plane with you for those occations, you may need backup. Plus, it never hurts to have a weapon when on the ground. :D lol.

OOC: Hey, sidearms are useful if you get shot down and need to get back home. Even if you carry an assualt rifle in your plane with you for those occations, you may need backup. Plus, it never hurts to have a weapon when on the ground. :D lol.

ooc: still makes as much sense as a bayonet on a sailor's rifle. Besides, I got nothing against pilots with guns, but did you forget the basic rules of gun safety?

OOC: Not in RL, but in RP...Michal did. lol.