Summary: This story is about three pilots who have been put on blame for
part of the failure of the already corrupt government called the C.E.S.
(Collation of European States). Yes, it is somewhat of a rip off of G-wing,
but does it look like I care? I think not. The story sort of explains
itself so I guess I'll start it now. Oh, the year this is set in is of
course 2052. ;) More of the story later. I'm just out of time right now.
Lol
Renegade Pilot: 2052! By: Corey McKinney Act1.
chapter1. The introduction of Hawk and the C.E.S.
Hawk. Or so that was what he was called by his friends. His true name remains unknown. He stands at five feet and seven inches tall with hazel colored eyes and dirty blond hair that was cut in a buzz and spiked upward. He was of medium build and had a few scars on his face from escaping the C.E.S. a few times. He was more or less the leader of the "Renegade Pilots" and handled a lot of the mission plans. Don't count him out of them though because he has racked up over two hundred and fifty kills with that dual exhaust, V-wing, titanium armored jet of his. The actual base that he and his friend has formed only held about two hundred officers total. You know.cooks, mechanics, a few guards.ect, ect.
We now find hawk up in the air on a routine patrol around the small base he and his friend has formed. Of course there where always a few C.E.S. pilots whom thought they could get through the radar screen and this was no less true of today as well. With a slight sigh Hawk would then look down at his two O'clock low (Using the 12 hours of a watch face.) only to find what else, two smart ass pilots who thought the same thing as all of the others before them. Hawk now calling into the communication tower at the base to verify the planes as being C.E.S. models.
-Hawk to com one, Hawk to com one. I have two planes coming in at bearing 195. Verifying that they are C.E.S. and requesting the order to fire at will, over. - -Com one here. Hawk, Those are, I repeat are C.E.S. planes. You do have the order to fire at will, over and out. -
With this said he would then torn his plane to his two O'clock and take steady aim at one of the planes. A smug look crossing his face as he then speaks out to them, even though they can't hear him. "Bye, bye. Have fun in hell!" That beeping noise of a missile locking onto the plane would then turn into a nice steady tone while the visual target locked turned from green to red giving the go ahead to fire the missile. "Fox1! Fox!" The missile now firing off strait towards the plane, and before the pilot knew what hit him his entire plane blows up sending fragments of it's armor and engine parts flying everywhere. Sense the two planes where flying so close together some of the fragments would hit the second plane causing to now be crippled. The second pilot turns around quickly trying to get the hell out of there but no luck for him today. A second missile locks onto him and his engines where going out quick. "Never try to get past me, you won't live to tell about it". That second missile firing while Hawk pulls his plane back up and into the sky once again, he resuming his normal flight pattern. The small explosion and the blip disappearing on his radar would confirm the kill while he settled his plane back down to it's original flight height of about 32,000 feet..
Renegade Pilot: 2052! By: Corey McKinney Act1.
chapter1. The introduction of Hawk and the C.E.S.
Hawk. Or so that was what he was called by his friends. His true name remains unknown. He stands at five feet and seven inches tall with hazel colored eyes and dirty blond hair that was cut in a buzz and spiked upward. He was of medium build and had a few scars on his face from escaping the C.E.S. a few times. He was more or less the leader of the "Renegade Pilots" and handled a lot of the mission plans. Don't count him out of them though because he has racked up over two hundred and fifty kills with that dual exhaust, V-wing, titanium armored jet of his. The actual base that he and his friend has formed only held about two hundred officers total. You know.cooks, mechanics, a few guards.ect, ect.
We now find hawk up in the air on a routine patrol around the small base he and his friend has formed. Of course there where always a few C.E.S. pilots whom thought they could get through the radar screen and this was no less true of today as well. With a slight sigh Hawk would then look down at his two O'clock low (Using the 12 hours of a watch face.) only to find what else, two smart ass pilots who thought the same thing as all of the others before them. Hawk now calling into the communication tower at the base to verify the planes as being C.E.S. models.
-Hawk to com one, Hawk to com one. I have two planes coming in at bearing 195. Verifying that they are C.E.S. and requesting the order to fire at will, over. - -Com one here. Hawk, Those are, I repeat are C.E.S. planes. You do have the order to fire at will, over and out. -
With this said he would then torn his plane to his two O'clock and take steady aim at one of the planes. A smug look crossing his face as he then speaks out to them, even though they can't hear him. "Bye, bye. Have fun in hell!" That beeping noise of a missile locking onto the plane would then turn into a nice steady tone while the visual target locked turned from green to red giving the go ahead to fire the missile. "Fox1! Fox!" The missile now firing off strait towards the plane, and before the pilot knew what hit him his entire plane blows up sending fragments of it's armor and engine parts flying everywhere. Sense the two planes where flying so close together some of the fragments would hit the second plane causing to now be crippled. The second pilot turns around quickly trying to get the hell out of there but no luck for him today. A second missile locks onto him and his engines where going out quick. "Never try to get past me, you won't live to tell about it". That second missile firing while Hawk pulls his plane back up and into the sky once again, he resuming his normal flight pattern. The small explosion and the blip disappearing on his radar would confirm the kill while he settled his plane back down to it's original flight height of about 32,000 feet..