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May 3, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: Nevada Airspace
"The First Fighter Wing out of Langley is intercepting," ground control reported. "A flight from the 4th Tactical Fighter Squadron are intercepting as well. Return to base. The other's have this taken care of." The two Wraiths remained unmoving.
"Those Raider pilots won't have any experience fighting Death Gliders," Cipher muttered to himself. "The pilots from Langley won't stand a chance in just F-15s either."
"We have our orders, buddy," Pixie insisted halfheartedly. "We've gotta return to base." Still neither moved… then came the lead's response.
"Buddy, change course for Washington D.C.," Harry ordered. "Go hypersonic; those guys won't last long without us." The two Gripen look-alikes banked to the east. The engines exhaust end expanded as fuel was poured in. With an enormous bang, the two fighters all but disappeared.
May 3, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: Atlantic Airspace
Forty Death Gliders broke through the atmosphere approximately a hundred miles off the East Coast. Even as they averted course, three squadrons of F-15 Eagles appeared on the horizon rapidly approaching the alien fighters. At the head of the formation flew four F-14 Tomcat look-alikes.
"What the hell are those things?" one of the F-15 pilots asked at the sight of the flying wings.
"It doesn't matter," the lead Raider pilot responded. "Everyone lock up a long range missile. Fire on my mark… mark." Roughly fifty missiles shot from the human aircraft towards the Jaffa pilots. The Glider formations scattered. Seven missiles connected, the rest fell harmlessly in the ocean.
The two massive formations of fighters merged. As both sides came around to fire again, the carnage began. The vastly more maneuverable Death Gliders managed to get behind the wayward Eagles easily. Highly powerful energy cannons, however, were all but useless in a high speed engagement. Only that allowed them to survive.
May 3, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: Langley Air Force Base
"What the hell are those things?" the air commander asked desperately as they watched the fight on radar. He'd never seen radar contacts move so quickly around the most maneuverable fighter in human hands (he doesn't know of the Raiders or Wraiths) with such ease. Not even Russian fighters were so powerful.
"Sir, we just lost another Eagle!" one of the radar operators reported terrified. He looked up at the radar screen observing the slaughter. On the far left corner, just over the East Coast, two more contacts appeared headed straight for the conflict.
"What the hell are those?" the air commander wondered in shock.
"Two bogeys inbound," the radar operator reported. His voice quickly turned to shock. "Radar says that their velocity is in excess of Mach Six…"
"That's impossible," the commander muttered as the two fighters reached the battlefield.
May 3, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: Atlantic Airspace
Two MFX-02 Wraiths appeared over the battlefield. Only the airbase noticed their arrival, the other pilots too engorged in their own battles.
"Incoming message from allied forces HQ," a pilot's voice came over the radio. "Forty percent of allied air forces are already lost."
"Damn it," another Eagle pilot cursed. "There's too many of them. We can't handle them all!"
"Where are the reinforcements?" Another pilot asked desperately as his plane exploded.
High above the battlefield at eighty thousand feet, two Super-Fighters rolled inverted. "It's time to dive into the fireworks," Pixie muttered as the two Wraiths dived down upon the battle.
As one the two fighters rolled back up. Two Gliders approached immediately, the Jaffa sensing the threat. Galm One and Two blasted them out of the sky with multiple streams of bullets. "Pix break off an engage at will. We're gonna need all the firepower we can get to come out of this one alive." An affirmative came back and the fighter broke off.
Cipher accelerated towards a group of Gliders, firing two Sniper missiles. The pilots turned to engage him, allowing the Sniper's auto tracking to slam right into them. The victorious Wraith pilot had no time to celebrate as another element of the alien fighters rolled in behind to blast him from the sky.
Harry jinked left and right as energy beams rained down upon him. One of the Eagle pilots must have been watching him intently as the CAG pulled away to the side and activated his speed brake. The two Gliders shot right past. Harry rolled back inside and fired a continuous stream of bullets, ripping apart the Gilder's engine drive and sending the four Jaffa to the ocean floor.
"Amazing," the observing Eagle pilot remarked. "I've never seen anything like it." Harry for his part ignored him and banked away for more targets.
Pixie found himself the center of attention as he accelerated past a group of flying wings, releasing two Snipers simultaneously. The two advanced warheads slammed into Jaffa planes as he shot past. In retaliation, another flight of Gliders turned to engage him. Jinking from side to side, the young Captain shut down the engines and pulled up into a perfect Cobra. The Jaffa, having no advanced dogfight experience, shot right past.
Larry leveled out behind them and fired his twenty millimeter machine gun. As he banked away, the stream of bullets raked across the level flight of advanced fighters giving him four kills in as many seconds.
"They're like Demons," a Raider pilot commented, amazed at how the two pilots had cut the enemy forces in half.
"Pixie, Thatch Weave, now!" Harry ordered as he came up alongside his wingman. The two planes banked into each other as Gliders approached from behind. The pilots rolled, banking back and reversed and never allowed the Jaffas a chance to fire. "Pixie, break… now!" The two pilots separated, flying past each other at extremely high speeds.
Two things happened at once. The two pilots pulled out the airbrakes in their planes, the Wraiths turning nose to tail. Eight hatches opened on each plane as sixteen missiles shot from the Super-Fighters. Jaffa never had a chance to scream as one missile slammed into each of the remaining fighters.
Every pilot that remained stared as the two Super-Fighters leveled out a few thousand feet above the ocean. No one but the two heard their conversation on a private radio channel.
"Well, Pix, we've just upped our kill count considerably," Harry shrugged, his face hidden by the tinted plastic of his helmet. "I say we get out of here before we cause too much trouble."
"I hear that," Pixie nodded. As the Eagles and the Raiders stared, the Super-Fighters turned west. The engines expanded as the afterburners activated. In two seconds, the Wraiths went from Mach 1 to 6 and disappeared from the battlefield.
May 3, 1999: Milky Way: Earth: Nevada: Area 51
Three hours later, Cipher and Pixie entered the pilot break room on base. After being severely reprimanded and congratulated for their actions, they'd determined that they would be unable to sleep. Instead, the ace duo had chosen to simply relax in the break room, hopefully attaining some peace in the process.
"Prometheus intercepted a Glider transport vessel two hours ago," Pixie sighed as he sat laid down on a couch. "Apparently it belonged to the Goa'uld that we waxed the other day and his Jaffas were itching for revenge."
"It doesn't make sense, though," Harry yawned as he grabbed two sodas from the fridge. He tossed one to his wingman and sat down in a reasonably comfortable chair. "Normally when an army of Jaffa loses their God they run to another one. It doesn't make sense as to why they would attack Earth, even if they did know where it was."
"Maybe we have a spy in our midst," Pixie shrugged taking along swig from his soda.
"Like who?" Harry wondered.
"Eh, I don't know," Pixie shrugged again. "It's just a thought."
"Well, I guess that we're to head out for Galileo in a few days," Harry yawned. "And then we'll head out for the next planet on the cruise."
"Hold up, how are we supposed to get to the Galileo if a Wraith won't fit through the Gate?" Pixie asked through a loud yawn.
"The Galileo has to come back to Earth to get some heavy mining equipment," Harry shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me either way. It's just another tour." When he looked again, his wingman had fallen asleep. "Good idea…" he commented before joining his wingman in sleep.
(End Chapter)
Well, there it is. No one seemed to listen to my review cap so I just put it up anyway. Hopefully I'll get ten reviews this time as it'll be a major milestone for me.
Anyway, you won't be seeing any new chapters for the rest of the week. I've got to work on that mysterious project of mine or else I might just kill myself for procrastinating all this time. Anywho, night night.