Chapter 11: Black Angels
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Catra: The battle of Iranian island finally came to the end in July 2022. 9 bitter years after it's supposed to. When we shipped to Iraq, the airfield became a vital asset in the campaign. Among those stationed there are the crews of the Canadian Navy Black Angels. Men who would risk everything before they would leave any of us in enemy waters.
"Black Angels"
February 14th, 2032 - 0300hrs
Baltic Sea
Cpl. Gwen
RCN - Black Angels Squadron VPB-36
The POV of Corporal Gwen, a gunner on modified Amphibious C-130 Falcon is seen during a mission in Baltic sea.
Zoey (on comms): Enemy boats in front of us!
Mary Test: Yeah... I see 'em! Susan! Open the comms! Major Angella, vessels are now in visual range. Unmarked Somalian pirates merchant fleet, designation unknown.
Angella (on comms): They're probably resupplying enemy on Iraq.
Mary: Legitimate targets, ma'am?
Angella (on comms): Affirmative, they're the part of enemy war machine. Premission to engage, over and out.
Mary: Copy that. Johnny, Gwen! Get to your stations and start picking targets!
Gwen moves from the right turret to the bow turret in the front of the plane and mans the gun. Visible are three merchant boats and various PT boats.
Mary: OPEN FIRE!
If much damage is caused to the merchant ship.
Johnny Test: Bam! See that thing blow?!
After Falcon passes the first merchant boat.
Mary: Get on that rear gun! Taking heavy machine gun fire on our tail!
Gwen moves from the bow turret to the ventral turret at the back of the ship. He opens the hatch, places the a mounted dual M60E4 machine guns in the turret and mans the gun. If Gwen causes major damage to the second merchant ship, one or both of these lines is said.
Susan Test: Good, job, Gwen!
Johnny: BOOOM! That's right they're resupplying the enemy! Decks are loaded with ammunition!
After passing the second merchant boat, Zoey can be seen flying by.
Zoey (on comms): HEY, watch your fire there, bitch!
Falcon comes across the third merchant boat.
Zoey (on comms): We got enemy infantry on the deck!
Johnny: Take them out!
Occasionally, when Gwen fires on the third merchant ship and causes much damage.
Mary: Nice shooting!
Falcon passes the third merchant ship.
Mary: We're going in for another run.
Zoey (on comms): Roger wilco.
Falcon makes a turn to the right.
Johnny: Shit! Anyone see the flak guns on that first pass?!
Mary: We'll taking evasive action! Everyone hold on!
A small, abrupt explosion knocks Gwen off of the gun and on the floor. Gwen's vision is blurry and her head shakes around.
Mary: Close one! Gwen?! Shit... tell me that we've not lost on our gunner!
Gwen's vision returns to her. She gets up and moves from the ventral Browning M2 turret to the right turret, shooting at various PT boats.
Susan: She's okay!
Johnny: What the fuck are merchant ship doing with that much firepower?!
Mary: That pretty important cargo they're carrying.
Johnny: We need to get below the flak! I can't line up a decent shot!
Mary: I hear ya! We got MG fire all around! Take out those fucking PT boats! They're the biggest threat right now!
Zoey (on comms): This is getting too risky! Should we abort the mission?
Mary: Negative, we can do this!
Susan: We've got hull breach right above me! 80% damage!
Smokes starts to fire out if one or both lines are heard.
Johnny: Engine number one is smoking! 90% left wing damage! ; We got smoke coming from our number two engine! 90% right wing damage!
Mary: Taking her down low. Gwen, Johnny! Keep on them! Shoot those shitty spotlights!
Johnny: Remember, much more of this and we'll lose that engine!
Falcon begins flying right beside the row of merchant ships. After the first ship is passed.
Mary: Somalian PT boats! 9 o'clock! Get on that left turret!
Gwen moves from the right turret to the left turret. When Falcon reaches the middle of the second merchant ship.
Johnny: Yeah sunk you, little bitch!
Falcon passes the second merchant ship and moves from the left turret to the right turret. When Falcon reaches the middle of the third merchant ship.
Mary: Select your targets, Gwen!
Falcon passes the third merchant ship.
Johnny: I think we disabled them from inside, but they're still afloat from outside.
Mary: I'll take us as close as we can. But we need to wrap this shit up! This is our last pass, guys!
Gwen moves from the left turret to the bow turret (Dual GAU-8 Avenger Gatling Gun). Either she or Zoey sinks the three merchant ships. After passing the merchant ships, Gwen moves from the bow turret to the left turret.
Zoey (on comms): I think we got 'em all...
Johnny: Oh yeah... they're going down to deep blue.
Mary: Good job, Gwen. You've save a lot lives here in this sea. We're done here. Get some altitude, we're RTB!
Zoey (on comms): Roger that. But we got pretty roughed up on that last run, Mary.
Susan: Affirmative, Dragonfire. You've got smoke coming from your number two engine!
Zoey (on comms): Gauges ain't hitting red. We should be able to hold her. As long as we don't run into any more trouble with the enemy.
Gwen makes her way from the left turret to the bow turret, but looks at Susan to see what she is saying. Susan is turning knobs on some radios and is listening to them on a headset.
Susan: Holy shit. Captain, distress call coming in. The fleet's been en route to Iraq. Air support's too far out... At least one Infantry transport ship has already gone down.
Mary: Alright then, Gwen! Seal the ventral hatch and start the evacuation protocol mode! We'll be putting down on the ocean. Let's go get our men.
Gwen moves to the ventral turret and then she removes the gun from the turret and closes the hatch. She then moves to the bow turret and mans the gun. MiG-35 Fulcrum-Fs then begin to fly by and assaults the Black Angels.
Zoey (on comms): What the... do you hear that?!
Mary: Fulcrum-Fs! Right above us! Shit! Take down as many of those damn fighters as you can! Get firing, Gwen! Radio the fleet - tell 'em Putin's headed right at them! We got Fulcrum-Fs coming in fast! 11 o'clock! Low!
Falcon and Dragonfire go into battle.
Johnny: 9 o'clock!
Mary: 3 o'clock!
Johnny: 10 o'clock, high!
Mary: 12 o'clock!
Johnny: 6 o'clock!
Dragonfire begins to smoke.
Zoey (on comms): We're hit!
Mary: Your number two engine is a ball of fire! Shut it down! Shut it down!
Zoey (on comms): I'm trying! The controls are shot to hell! Mayday! Mayday! We are going down, I say again we are going-
Mary: Hold it together, Zoey! HOLD IT TOGETHER!
Dragonfire damaged engine explodes, sending the C-130 Amphibious corkscrewing towards the water below after the wing is sheared off by the blast.
Mary: ZOEY! Damnit! We lost Dragonfire! We're on our own. Okay, people... the American Navy fleet still needs our help. Anyone wanna back out? (*pause*) Didn't think so. We're going into a hot zone. I want everyone sharp and ready for anything. Bastards wiped out most of their ships.
Johnny: Holy shit... Do you think anyone's gonna be alive down there?
Mary: Well, I see multiple casualties on the water.
Johnny: Shit. Poor bastards.
Susan: We better not be the only ones responding to this distress call. We ain't got room for all of them.
Johnny: We'll do whatever we can. Take it us down.
Falcon drops to the water, and begins floating towards the destroyed American fleet.
Johnny: Russian kamikazes! 2 o'clock high!
The kamikaze planes crash themselves into the American ships.
Mary: Left side!
Gwen moves from the bow turret to the right turret.
Susan: Sink those damn PT boats or they'll rip off our men to shreds!
American Navy crewmen from the destoyed fleet can be seen swimming towards Falcon. They can be heard pleading for help. Gwen decided to save them.
Mary: Fulcrum-Fs!
Johnny: 3 o'clock high!
Susan: This is Black Angel Falcon 36. The American Navy fleet is down, repeat, the fleet is down! We have multiple casualties on the water! Taking heavy fire from Russian aircraft! Requesting immediate air support!
Mary: Susan! Any word for that air support?!
Susan: I'm getting nothing on the radio.
Susan: Keep trying! We'd better pray that they show up! Left SIDE!
Gwen moves from the right turret to the left turret. A Russian MiG-35 smashes into the water next to the ship. Navy crewmen can be rescued here, as well.
Mary: 9 o'clock! Take out those fucking PT boats!
Johnny: Where the fuck's that air support?!
Susan: There's no response!
Johnny: Shit! We gotta get the hell outta here!
Mary: Not yet, Johnny! We can't abandon our men!
Johnny: Sons of bitches!
Falcon shakes violently.
Mary: Damn, we're hit! Johnny! Make sure we're taking water!
Johnny: I'm on it!
Mary: Gwen! Take his place to dual GAU-8s!
Johnny: Port side's pretty torn up but we're holding!
Mary: Fulcrum-Fs!
Johnny: THEY'RE ALL AROUND!
Gwen moves from the left turret to the bow turret.
Mary: Keep 'em off what's left of the fleet! Gwen! You need to take out some of those Fulcrum-Fs before I can take us up! Stay on that trigger. It's all on you...
Fulcrum-Fs begin to fly by.
Johnny: Shit! Ammo's running low! Right .50 cal almost out!
Susan: Uh-oh...
Mary: Wings torned up!
Johnny: Dammit! I'm out! Right turret's out of ammo! Left 50's almost out!
Some time passes.
Johnny: Shit, we're out! Left turret's outta ammo! Susan, we gotta get the FUCK OUTTA HERE!
Mary: There's too many Fulcrum-Fs! Let's hope what's left on the front turret! Gwen! Make every bullets counted! In front of us! We've got Fulcrum-Fs coming in fast!
Johnny: We're gonna die!
Three MiG-35s fly towards Falcon. Gwen's turret runs out of ammo, and the Fulcrum-Fs close in for the kill on Falcon, but in slow motion, they explode and fall into the ocean. Three Canadian CF-18 Hornet jet fighters pass over Falcon, having shot the Fulcrum-Fs down in an ambush with their own machine guns and missiles.
CF-18 Pilot (on comms): Black Angel Falcon 36, Guillotine 1-6, coming over you now. We'll take it from here. Get yourselves RTB!
Mary: Susan, prep to take off. Johnny, patch us up as best you can. Okay, taking her up.
Falcon begins moving and eventually begins flying.
Mary: How'd we do?
Susan: This plane's full house. Thanks to Gwen, we've got 7 men on-board.
Mary: Ok, taking us home.
Johnny: Ooooooo... CANADA!
Falcon flies off, with the Hornets flying around the surviving ships of the destroyed American fleet and shooting down any remaining Russian kamikazes as they attempt to retreat from the more powerful Canadian warplanes.