Thundersdawn PT5: Chocky's Thunder

by Chaos_eternus

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Chapter 13: Al-Kesh and Lancers

Sol System, Lunar Orbit

Captain Doug Masters smiled into his facemask, as he led his squadron of Lancers in a dive into a lunar crater, hugging the lunar surface as they practised low level manoeuvres. God, how he loved these birds! Made a F-16 look like a slug on sedatives! (A.N with complements to Tenhawk) He reminded himself, for something like the hundredth time, to thank Chappy for 'encouraging' him to re-enlist, and then getting him on an RAF exchange program. He really regretted not being able to tell Wheeler about this, but with her past, she would never get accepted into the USAF, let alone a highly classified exchange program. But damn, would she have loved these birds!

"Eagle 1, this is six, I have 20+ possible contacts, contacts are coasting, course puts the moon between them and Earths sensor nets, no ID as yet."

"Shit!" Masters cursed, and then pulled his oxygen mask over his face, triggering his radio at the same time.

"Eagles 11, 12, break off, make a low-level course to earth-side and report the contacts, all Eagles, go weapons hot! This is not a drill, weapons hot people."

"Eagle 1, this is six, now reading 30+ contacts, tentatively ID lead birds as Al-kesh."

"All right, keep low and quiet until we know what we're up against, Eagles 11, 12 did you copy?"

"11, we copy, we'll sound the alarm, 'Luck."

"1, this is six, now reading 32 Al-Kesh, with possible radiological associated with all, I say again all contacts, looks like a hit and run assault on Earth, for maximum damage."

"Copy that, all Eagles sound off."

"2, weapons hot and systems green."

"3, all go"

"4, pulses go, diagnostics just scrubbed a missile though."

"5, all go"

"6, pulses hot but I'm low on missiles." six replied, reminding Doug that she had swapped some of her birds for an upgraded sensor platform.

"7, all hot and green."

"8, go"

"9, all fine here."

"10, got your Queen in the player?"

Masters grinned, and flicked on the CD-player attached to his console, allowing Queens A Kind of Magic album to flood his cockpit.

"All right, they're coasting and quiet, chances are they can't see us. I want a full throttle approach, get us in knife fight range and start killing them before they get their systems back up, fire your birds as soon as you have a definite lock, copy?"

"We copy."

Masters nodded, and then pulled the Lancer in a sharp upward turn, the squadron following into a head-on course with the intruding Al-Kesh, pushing their engines to the maximum. Quickly, like lions descending on an unsuspecting herd, they approached their prey, but unlike Lions, these predators have very long teeth.

"All eagles, this is Eagle 1, lets send them a welcoming committee, Eagle 1, Fox 2!"