The Battle of Pluto
Aksa maneuvers her planes into place and breathes a sigh of....comparative...relief as the rest of the Air Wing comes on line.
When the massed fire is unleashed she adds her final pair of reserved Firebirds to the fusillade, her hope is to hit something beyond the run of the mill, a Command Pod, or one of those EWAR platforms, but, she realizes, that ANY target deleted downrange, regardless of what it is, is going to be beneficial.
She doesn't bother calling out the missile launch, not that it would be heard above or among everyone else's chatter.
Firebird 1: UNAT 30 (Roll of 18)
Firebird 2: UNAT 25 (Roll of 13)
Target Priority: EWAR/Bomber Boat > Command Pod > Recon Pod > Missile Pod > Anything else.
And then, the merge as the enemy return fire took it's turn, and toll. She isn't all that gentle in her maneuvering, but it is precise, again, sassy. Out of the corner of here eye she notices her Tracker shift, and confirms the worst as the wave of missiles passes. Two more pilots of hers lost. She clenched her hands against her controls and with murder in her eyes scanned over her sensors looking for gaps in her lines that need to be plugged, and issues the relevant orders to reform her line. All that's going to go straight to hell in a minute she says to herself as surviving enemy forces, some an singletons, others in little knots, some in larger clusters, breech the flak barrier.
"Reindeer Flight, here they come. Wing-men, watch your lead, wing-pair's, watch each other."
There wasn't much else she could say, they'd trained for this. The tighter the unit cohesion they could manage, the better, but even that might not be able to stand up to the swarm heading towards them.
"Vinyl, we are the only D in the squadron up and running. Play the music, and play it loud."
Perc: 12
Mil Tactics: 100 FAIL
Theater Warfare: Aerospace: 36 PASS
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