As the 4 Su-35s slowly ascended up into the northern tip of the Argarian Hemisphere, the pilots checked all of their equipment and made sure everything was right and made corrections and adjustments if not. Just when they were about to come within contact and visual distance of the unknown aircraft, a voice appeared on the radio. "Uh, Lightning Squadron do you read? This is Operator Richard Fowell, my code name for the mission is Vulture. Sorry i forgot to tell you that. But are you within visual distance of the unknown aircraft over?" "Read you loud and clear Vulture. We are approaching the unknown aircraft and we see them. I estimate we are another 30 Kilometres away." Replied flight leader Anderson. "Remember, you aren't allowed to open fire on them. Our mission is to escort the aircraft back to Armenian Air Field Base. I repeat, you cannot open fire on them unless it is specified." The young operator reminded the crew.
"We know that Vulture.. It isn't our first deployment. But have you managed to identify the aircraft yet?" Questioned Lightning 3-Byron. "Uh…. No. We cannot identify the aircraft at the moment for some reason. It seems that they are using some sort of electronic disruption or scrambler device to prevent identification." Fowell answered. "Well enough talk. We are right behind them now. Switching to open channel to speak to them." Rodwell said as he turned the button of the radio to the left to switch it to an open channel.
"Attention unidentified aircraft. This is the Lightning Squadron operating under the Argarian Air force. Please switch your coordinates, turn your radio to open channel so we can guide you to the nearest airfield. Please respond."
"Sir, no way we can continue to ignore them now. They are right behind us now and have probably primed their weapons on us." Said one of the pilots of the unknown squadron. "Then we strike first. We eliminate them before they can do anything. Go!" Commanded the leader in a thick Fazin accent, gesturing his hands to shift into an assault formation to counter the Su-35s. "Up the scrambler another level. Disable all communication. And if they attack us, turn on our 'identification'." Was the last thing the commander said before leading the squadron towards the Argarian aircraft readying all weapons and firing.
"No reply… Should we ready our weapons?" Asked Grendall as they waited for 5 minutes. "Wait. Vulture, no sort of communication. Can we prim…." The message was cut short with a warning siren going off in Anderson's plane. "FCR targeting systems! Bandits! Evade!" Yelled the leader as the aircraft scrambled to avoid missiles and gunfire from the unknown craft. "Deploy counter attack formation, don't let them get a bead on you! Vulture are we clear!?" The leader continued to ask without reply as static filled the radio. " Screw it. Weapons free!" Said the leader as all aircraft armed with their weapons and the battle started.
"We finish this as fast as possible, lets show these guys who's boss." "Eliminate them. Show them no mercy." Said both leaders who clashed against each other head on leading their squadron. After a slight clash and exchange of fire between both sides, eventually the Argarians gained the upper hand and demolished the unknown aircrafts completely. "No….. We lost…" Said the leader of the unknown squadron with his plane near exploding. "At least… I have.. achieved my duty….." He spurted his last words as the plane exploded into a million a pieces. "Didn't even break a sweat. I don't even think we took damage!" Said Byron cockily as they flew over the destructed remains of the enemy. "…Something isn't right." Anderson said. "What do you mean?" Asked Rodwell when the radio static cut off and Vulture's voice was heard.
"Sir I cannot get in contact with the squadron sir." Said one of the communications officer to Fowell as they tried to contact Lightning Squadron , but for some reason couldn't. "Keep trying. I don't understand what's wrong.." Replied the young officer as he continued to stare at the radio, wondering what was disrupting it. "Sir 5 minutes and we haven't got a thing. Should we.." "Wait, keep quiet private." Said Fowell as 4 blips appeared on radar flashing, he leaned forward and took a closer look at the blips. "Ok, so the unidentified aircraft are civilian airplanes… Wait. Why are their weapons primed and armed?" Asked the operator curiously as the tracker on the squadron displayed that their weapons were armed and fired.
"Oh no."
"STOP THEM! RADIO IN NOW! TELL THEM THEY ARE ATTACKING CIVILIAN AIRCRAFT!" Yelled the operator suddenly as he realised what was likely going on over the northern border. "Sir we are trying everything we can, we still haven't got a response." Replied one of the other communications officer calmly as he continued to radio the squadron hoping to establish contact with them. "No….! This cannot be happening…! Have you still not got in touch with them!?" Fowell said as he nearly went into a breakdown. "Sir I assure you we are trying everything in our power to try and reach them, we have no response." Replied the same communications officer. The situation didn't change for the next 5 minutes or so. Then, radio contact was established.
"Sir, we have them on the line…" Said the officer as Fowell grabbed the headset and turned it on and simply said:
"What have you done?"