A/N: this chapter will lead you up to the big battle which will be next. So enjoy!
Ch 7
Sam, once known as Amelia, had been in the mercenary squadron for
sometime now. She had been a part of the best squadron in the entire
Backwater Corporation; skull squadron...
Each plane in her squadron had a specific function that would help them
complete their missions. There was an Air to Air specialist pilot known
as the 'ace' of the squadron. Then an Air to Ground specialist known as
the 'grunt'. The most important position, squadron support, was the
commander. That pilot would be able to assist anyone in the squadron
with any kind of task. Finally there was the com's ship or 'eye in the
sky'. That was Sam's position in the unit.
One perk about being a mercenary was the freedom to customize your
plane. Sam had a customized an F-16 with everything she could get,
legal or non legal. Her bird had missile radar jamming, a HUD visor
that would allow her to see targets everywhere, and not to mention
tuned flaps for maximum combat maneuvering. The f-16 was old and
outdated but she had made it into a force to reckon with.
Her fellow pilots had all done the same as well. The ace pilot Jack
Donald, a 32 year old British pilot, flew a tricked out European
Typhoon. It was faster and more maneuverable than hers but it lacked in
radar jamming. The squadron grunt was named Trish Berkley a 29 year old
air force academy dropout. The girl was tuff but small and always was
talking it up about how good she was. She flew an A-10 warthog that
was able to carry more ordinances on its belly section and turbo jet
engines that allowed greater speed and distance.
Finally the last position was the support plane... It was held by her
commander, Nickolas Goodrich a 36 year old Russian. His jet was just a
plain old SU-37 with no upgrades added to it. He was a former pilot of
Russia but was kicked out because of an eye problem. He had crashed in
a training exercise with one of his students and now all that is left
of his eye is hidden behind a black eye patch. No one stares at it
but it's hard not to look. Nobody ever talks about his eye so little
is known about it.
"Sam. ETA to the rondsvoue with the tanker." Nickolas said over the
radio.
Sam replied back after a moment of typing on her on bored computer
"um... Hold on... Were a little less than 5 min out."
About a minute went by before Sam saw the KC-10 come into view.
Nickolas' voice then came up on the radio "Jack you got the ball...
Trish your next. Then you go Sam. I'll go last."
Three replies were heard confirming that they had understood the order.
Jack then made his way to the front of their formation and started his
approach on the tanker.
When everyone had filled up their tanks they fell back into formation
to the right of the KC-10.
"Alright, we are nearing the target zone. All wings check in."
Three replies were heard over the radio moments later.
"This is Jack. Locked and loaded."
"Trish here! Ready to kick some ass"
"this is Sam. All radar readings look green."
"Ok team; let's take out that tank battalion. Make a right at 30
degrees and head to the target. We should be meeting up with the
attack group in 30 seconds."
With that each plane made a smooth and graceful turn and leveled out
with the horizon. Within a minute the attack group was spotted. The
group consisted of about 7 other Backwater squadrons, around 35 total
planes. Skull squadron formed up near the front on the left.
As skull squadron was in position they could see the mountain range in
the distance, that is where their target was located. Something inside
Sam told her that there would be a big battle ahead...
Earlier that day.
Crew ready room.
John was sitting at the front of room leaning back looking at the
sealing. He was thinking about Amelia. All he could think of was if
she was ok. He had tried writing to her many times but so far nothing
has come back. He desperately wished the he would get to see her when
this war was all over. But right now he had to focus on the mission.
John looked up to see that Stormie and Pistol were sitting next to
each other having a little argument over which came first, the
chicken or the egg. John laughed inside. It was fun watching them
fight over the simplest and most pointless things. But deep down he
knew they were true friends.
"Hey! Vince, Phil. Keep it down were about to start." John said over
their yelling.
Stormie still continued to argue "I'm telling ya man! It was the
egg!" but before Pistol could say something back John yelled "Enough!
Has anyone seen where Pyro and Maiden are?"
Just as John said that Cameron and Amanda walked in. Cameron was
smiling from ear to ear and looked a little dumbfounded to John. Right
behind him was Amanda with a small grin on her face. They quickly
toke a seat in front of John and said nothing.
"What's going on? Why were you two la...?" John looked over to see
Pistol and Stormie snickering and pointing quietly. Pistol then turned
around in his seat and hugged his back like he was making-out with
himself.
That was all it took to make John realize what was going on. "Never
mind... Your two minutes late though. Lucky for you so is the
commander."
Just as John sat up two men walked in the room. John looked to see
that they were higher ranking officers, one of them being the wing
commander. He immediately called the group to attention.
"At ease." said the commander. He then looked at John and said "I'm
sorry to tell you but I have more important matters to attend to so
this will go quick." John politely replied "not a problem sir."
The wing commander then turned to the other man and said "this is
Major Thomas Hooker." Pistol laughed a little after hearing his name
but stopped as John and the Major eyed him angrily.
"He will brief you on the mission." just then a beeper went off and
the commander looked down at his pager. He then looked up at John and
said "I sorry but I have to go. Good luck Captain." John saluted the
Commander and said "thank you sir."
When the commander walked out Thomas looked at John and said "you can
just call me Tom... or Snake Eyes if you want. What's your name?"
"Captain John Felix." Tom looked at him funny and said "what about your
call sign?"
John laughed a little and said "well, I never really got one actually."
Just then Stormie spoke up and said "hey about that. I think I got a
good one. How dose 'Phoenix' sound?"
John looked at him and said "well I like it but what would be the
meaning behind it?"
"Well your last name is Felix so it kind of sounds likes Phoenix."
Stormie replied.
Tom looked at John "sound good to me! Now on to the mission... We are
going to be providing air support for a tank battalion in the
mountains. We think the Russians know they are there so expect some
resistance. You will be armed with long range air to air missiles and
cluster bombs. I will fill you in on the details later. Your planes
should be ready now. I will be giving you ESM and mission updates from
my AWACS. We need to head out ASAP so let get moving. Dismissed."
With that everyone made their way out of the crew ready room to get
geared up for the flight. As they walked out John walked up to
Cameron and said "I'm going to forget I saw that. Just keep your
hands off your girlfriend and everything will play out smoothly..."
Cameron nodded and said "yes sir..."
John made his way out of the locker and walked out on the flight zone.
Mobius squadron's planes were just a short walk away from the locker.
As John got to his plane he put his hand on the wing as he walked
along the side of it.
The F-22 truly was one of the best fighter planes ever made. John
loved both the look and the feel of it. He believed that in the right
hand it could out perform any pilot. When he got the nose of the plane
he climbed the latter up to the cockpit.
John and the rest of Mobius squadron all got strapped in to their jets
and started them up. It had been awhile since John had flown the 22 but
everything was just how he remembered it was.
When they all got their planes fired up John lead them town the air
strip to the end of the runway. As they were rolling john turned on
his mic and said "alright Mobius squadron this is our first mission
together. Just stick with me and you'll make it out alive."
As they reached the end of the strip John turned onto the runway. When
John looked down the long runway he sighed to himself and remembered
how much he missed flying. Suddenly his comm bombed to life in this
helmet "Mobius one you are cleared for takeoff." John pushed the
throttle forward and into afterburner. He slowly accelerated down the
runway. When he was at about 300 mph John pulled back on the stick and
slowly lifted off the ground. He did a few barrel rolls just to get a
feel for the plane then leveled out.
John circled and waited for the rest of Mobius squadron to get in the
air...
Once everyone was up and in formation snake eyes was just get off the
ground. John then keyed his mic and said "everyone form up one snake
eyes." the group of planes turned smoothly in formation and sped up to
the AWACS.
When they reached snake eyes John and Pyro formed up on the right
side. Pistol, Stormie, and Maiden moved to the left side and got into
formation.
"This is Snake. 30 minutes to the target. We will meet up with a group
of RAF squadrons in 10 minutes. Going into radio silence now..."
Nothing was heard over the radio as John, snake eyes and the rest of
Mobius squadron flew off towards the mountains far away...
A/N: Next chapter will be a big one. full of action and dogfighting. ill try to get it out ASAP but idk when. R&R!!