I claim this here first post on this page.

CAN'T BE TAMED!!!!

Oh, and rundown?

LOL.

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NO SHIT CHOWDER!

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Love how about a quart of this thread is just us trying to assert our masculinity with poor kirlia sitting to one side wondering WTF just happened.

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Heh, I'm inclined to agree with you Chowder.

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Now, if it isn't to much of a bother...

*Cough*

MAY I PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST, GET BACK TO FUCKIN' WORK BEFORE I GO INSANE FROM REDOING EVERY ATTEMPT TO START THE NEXT ENRTY INTO THIS ROLE-PLAY?!

**Edited, original text-size was 138, shrunk for the obvious reasons**

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No. You may not.

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*Frown*

*Raspberry*

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Damn girls, can't a man manage a group of unruly people for five minutes? Cripes-Almighty, I didn't think handling ROM would be THIS challenging... Also, yes, that is Simo Haya as my profile picture, as a meme pic I slapped together with hockey tape. Also the AWOL tags belong to our Air Farce pally, Cap'n Hershey Squirts! (Smoers06) And Clam Chowder my Metal Gear senses are tingling... I feel a GW in the room! Also, to say one last thing...

UBER-CANADIAN POWERS, ACTIVATE!

*A case of Hermits appears!*

"Well, that's great n' all, but it isn't going to change much with the current situation." I muttered aloud, he likely knew aswell as I did that even this tiddly-bit of information can't change the course of the war. The might of the Legionaries alone isn't enough to combat the brute strength of the Nightmare, even with rebel and resistance support. It's just how the cards have been dealt, however, I knew of one card that might make us equal... but it's something I wished to never mention again.

"Project Athena..."

"What?" I brushed Phoenix aside, pulling a desk chair to park my ass into as I began to assault the keyboard with my filthy fingers, "Can this uplink connect to allied networks?"

"Not to my knowledge, it hasn't been updated to Legion specification that'll allow it onto our networks." I smiled, then it'll still access the DND networks...

I could feel Phoenix's presence over my shoulder as I managed to find a working URL into the supposedly 'unified' network.

"The... Canadian Department of National Defence? Didn't they merge with Emmeria about seven years ago, even so, Nightmare's likely in there." I smirked.

"They can't, system's been running constantly, and it's powered by... well, a creation my father commanded."

"Commanded? The hell are you getting at Colonel?"

"My father, was the Commander of an installation somewhere in what was Canada... I was a kid at the time, however, I learned before the union, that it was something big... very big."

"Okay, what is it then?"

"You'll see..."I mumbled, as I finally reached the screen I'd prayed to never see again, "Hello, Shepard Commander, it's been five years, seven months, and three days since your last logged entry. What are your orders?" I fought back my emotions, as tears threatened to shed.

"Activate Athena, authorization by wartime conditions."

"WARNING! Activation is unadvised, Athena's last use was... in excess of one year or more. Do you wish to proceed, Shepard Commander? The robotic tone announced, as I forced myself to stare at the computer screen, the question burning into my soul... I didn't want to do this, however, nightmare forced my hand.

"Affirmitive, Athena re-activation immediately, war condition red, start protocols 1-3-987.12 through 1-9-2177." I forced my emotion away, last issue I wanted to deal with was being a mass of sobbing flesh.

A sharp alarm tone blasted through the worn down computer console, "ALERT, please state your name, rank, and serial number into the system, as by verbal identification."

I rose from the chair, and took one last deep breath as I braced my heart.

I'm sorry Dad...

"Commander Alexander Shepard Lynch, Canadian Armed Forces, serial number 001278426"

"Standby... confirmed, password required."

I coughed, clearing my throat, as I knew once I logged on, the system would purge and perma-block any other users... by any means she can use, "Password, Vigilamus pro Te..."

"Password confirmed, purging attached backdoor malware, viruses, and spyware... complete, emergency counter-software initiated to combat attacking hostile software... active, system is secured."

"Uh... what exactly, did you just do?"

"I just re-activated my greatest personal nightmare..."

A female voice echoed in the derlict bunker, "Welcome back, Shepard Commander, what are my orders?"

Christ, this is sloppy, even by my standards... I'll clean it when my head isn't ablaze with pain. Also, refrain from killing Athena, at least for now, as I need her for my next few bits. I'm not done with her, not yet anyways.

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(Still wondering when Smoers will be back... Anyway, for now I'll just assume I ran away and got to Zebraca safely.)

The giant Vindíctam burst from the tossing waters, it's bow reaching several feet into the air, before slamming back down onto the water surface, generating a small tsunami. The rain did not help. Visibility was reduced to barely ten meters in front of them.

"Establish direct connections to HQ Zebraca campaign. On screen." Orion ordered, turning to see a flustered General Mazakiwi.

"High-Commander of the Air Force."

"General Mazakiwi. What is the status of our land attack?" Orion could see the fear.

"We're in a bad way. We have lost the Third Division, and the Fifth is being battered in the outskirts of the Atmos Ring. We've also lost several satellite towns to some militant group, a conglomeration of The Iron Legion and..."

"The Valahia." Orion gritted her teeth.

"Correct. We have lost depot number four and it's fuel supplies, and the costal town of Cape Starkatti with it's fuel depots is currently under siege. If they take that oilfield, we have lost this campaign in terms of fuel." The general winced as the base took another hit.

Orion considered her options. "General, have your forces fall back from South Zebraca. Regroup, and forget the sat towns. Have the miasma trucks begin to spread the corruption in the towns and recruit the civillians. Meanwhile, we must take back Cape Starkatti. the Vindíctam will help you in that campaign." Orion smiled grimly. "This is not a war that we can afford to lose."

"Understood. I'll spread the word. Mazakiwi, out." The screen flashed, before coming back to a large topographical map with both forces movements.

"Captain, move the alert level up to red. We are going to war." Orion ordered.

"Aye, alert level red!" Klaxons rang out.

Orion turned to another sector. "Engineering, get all planes on strip alert, pending direct attack."

"Engineering complies. All planes will be made ready."

"Shipwide alert. All pilots are to report to Briefing Room Two. Briefing in five minutes." She then relinquished the Command Dais. "Captain, don't crash my ship whilst I'm gone."

"Y...Yes ma'am!"

Orion tapped away at the computer as the pilots filled into the large room.

"Commander on deck!" One of the senior pilots from Falco squadron shouted.

"At ease. Okay, pilots. This is not your first battle. We have done such wars before." Orion brought up a topographical map of Zebraca.

"This is our current standings. We've begun to release the miasma from special tankers, but it will take a while to attain complete loyalty. That where you come in." She pointed at the chopper pilots.

"Seventh Comanche division, you're pairing up with the Second Transport division. Form every Pave Low I send up, I want at least four Comanches in escort. The Pave Lows will bring in our Elite Shadow Vanguards to protect the tankers from enemy attack, with the four Comanches becoming CAP after a successful delivery. You hold an important job." The chopper pilots nodded. "I want each tanker to have one Chopper Gunner and four Comanche defence helicopters AT ALL TIMES!"

"Squadron Falco, you will be doing cyclic CAP over the sat-towns. Whenever they need you, our forces will call you in."

"Squadron Talon, we'll be on our way to re-capture Cape Starkatti. We have to defend it from enemy attack."

Orion looked out over the assembly. "Remember, this is not your first war. But make sure it is not your last. I want to see you all back here when this is over. Questions?... No?... Okay then, dismissed."

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Wait, what?

*Thirty Minutes Pass, updating FFR's and FFI's*

"Is there anyway modify the way it addresses you? I don't think being called by your fathers name would be helpful." Phoenix wondered aloud, I was about to answer him, however Athena decided to make herself useful.

"The username is assigned by Canadian High Command, and can only be changed by Major Zero, who's been reported deceased by Emmerian Naval Command."

Yes, thank you Athena... can you provide us a systems check? Weapons primarily."

"Yessir, standby... standby... complete, the results are as following. Project Blacklight, cancelled. Project Newcastle, destroyed..." I sighed, there's gotta be a faster way.

"Athena, clean the list by removing those of destroyed, disabled, or cancelled designations." The computer screen blanked for a moment, before flashing back to life with a far smaller list than it once had... a lot smaller.

"Affirmitive Sir, re-scan is complete and these are the following results...
Nuclear Arm Forces - 71% Operational *Multiple Silo's Offline!*
Communications - Operational, Transfer Control?
GPS Satellite's - Operational, Transfer Control?
CF Satellite's - Five Operational, Transfer Control? *Seven Destroyed, Disabled, or Offline!*
Geographical Data - Avalable, Download?
Military Installations Data - Available, Download?
Nuclear Weapon Launch Locations - *RESTRICTED ACCESS!*
Project Apollo - Operational *Platform Seven Damaged!*

List is complete, further orders Shepard Commander?" Out of all the listings, Apollo caught my eye as I never heard of anything identified by that name. Other than the Greek God of Light.

"By the Maker... there's a load of data here we can use, more than we can ever hope to want." Phoenix muttered, taken by the thought of the vaults of data stored on Athena's Omega Drives. But, my attention was still fixated on Apollo, just what exactly was it?

"Athena, clarify Project Apollo for us." The list blanked, before images flooded the wall of aging monitors, which made my blood run cold.

"By God... I never believed the stories... they actually built TRFG's..." I've personally never seen anything about these weapons, over than peoples opinions online, or supposed leaks on forms. But, to actually see live feed of one of these platforms... terrifying, to say the least.

"The Kinetic Bombardment System, or Apollo, is a satellite based missile platform, nicknamed 'The Rods from God'. These orbital missile platforms are armed with several high-density tungsten rods. When fired, they are assisted by rockets for guidance toward a ground-based target. They travel at orbital speeds--about six miles per second--and the ensuing impact is capable of total destruction within the blast radius.

The system is comprised of two satellites in orbit around the Earth. One would house the communications and targeting hardware, while the other would house the rods themselves, each up to a foot in diameter and twenty feet long. To fire, they are simply released and allowed to fall back to Earth under their own guidence systems. By the time they reach the surface, they'll be traveling at a speed of 36,000 feet per second and carry the destructive force of a tactical nuclear warhead, only without any of the radioactive fallout."

"At this time, Shepard Commander, Station Seven is the only platform available for immediate firing.

**UPDATE**

Apollo Station Seven's Diagnostic's: System Critical!

Primary Propulsion ............ FAULT
Secondary Propulsion ............ OK
Electrical ............ OK
Optical ............... OK
Navigation ............ OK
Payload Status ........ OK
Loading Hardware ...... FAULT
Launch Hardware ....... OK
Propulsion system OFFLINE. Propulsion unavailable.
Payload loading error.
Remaining payloads locked in fire position.
All fire control systems are GREEN.
Satellite ready to commit and fire payload. Please enter target coordinates!

Without a moments hesitation, I set two test targets on Zebraca... from what data we could check down here, a small force was there, perfect to test the killing power of these... Weapons of God, which is what these esentially are.

The computer screen blanked, as Athena began to make aiming algorithim's within her core wherever she is, as I was given a new screen.

Warhead Salvo One ..... DAMAGED
Warhead Salvo Two ..... DAMAGED
Warhead Salvo Three ... DAMAGED
Warhead Salvo Four .... DAMAGED
Warhead Salvo Five .... NO POWER
Warhead Salvo Six ..... READY
Warhead Salvo Seven ... READY

The screen quickly vanished, now blanking for a moment, before bringing up a new screen on the monitor...

Confirm Firing Orders? Y_ N_

Without so much as a thought, my index finger slammed home on the "Y" key, nearly cracking the keyboard from the amount of force I applied.

"Missiles Aw-... Transmitting National Anthem on all channel's." I quickly began an attempt to override the anthem, but found whoever wrote the code in, had done so without writing a shutoff command. Leaving Phoenix and I, to stand in silence as two KBS's streaked down from the heavens with O' Canada blaring across the open airwaves. An Anthem no-one has heard in many years...

Oh Heavenly Father... What Have I Begun?

Oh yeah, I kinda dug into my own stash on this baby, so enjoy! Also, these missiles pack the punch of a Tactical Nuclear Weapon, no rads though. And best part? The US Gov, is actually working on these KBS's... what fun Eh? G'night.

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Orion was suited up and preforming final checks on her PAK FA, sitting in a hanger bay facing the open and rain-swept runway of the Vindíctam, when two bright lights flared out across the sky, soaring overhead at a dizzying velocity.

Seconds later, two loud thumps were heard, followed by the shockwave. Orion noted with certain distress that even tiny waves now swept across the runway.

"Nocte... What was that?" She asked.

Her HUD flashed once, and a little chat box opened up.

>>> APOLOGIES, UNKNOWN. CACULATED VELOCITY SUGGESTS AN ORBITALLY LAUNCHED WEAPON. BY TRACING THE SPEED, I HAVE BEEN SUCESSFUL IN SECURING THE EXTACT LAUNCH TIME. ALSO, AT THE TIME I HAVE CACULATED, THE ARCHAIC CANADIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM BEGAN TO PLAY OVER MOST RADIO WAVES, ALLOWING ME TO TRACE THE CONTROL ROOM. IT SEEMS TO BE IN EMMERIAN TERRITORY.

"Thank you, Nocte." Orion sat back and waited for her plane to be hooked up to the launch rails. Then, it finally clicked, and realization struck her like lightning.

"Did you say orbitally launched?" Orion asked, panic beginning to mount.

>>> AFFIRMATIVE.
>>> IS THIS A CAUSE FOR MUCH CONCERN?

>> EXCUSE ME, NOCTE.
>> HIGH-COMMANDER, GENERAL MAZAKIWI IS ON THE LINE

A radio link opened up, revealing a dusty and bleeding General.

"General! Are you okay?" Orion was genuinely concerned about that dickhead.

"I will live, but we just lost half of the sat-towns, amounting to seven. They just vaporized in a giant explosion. Initially, I thought it would be a nuclear strike, but the radioactive film badges didn't agree. It looks jut like somebody triggered an earthquake, albeit on a nuclear scale." He coughed.

Orion contemplated this. "Whoever did this is a bloody cold-blooded mutha-fuker. Does he realise that he just molecularly disassembled those civilians?" She grinned hollowly.

"I don't know. In any case, we're still ready to attack. I'll see you overhead soon. Mazakiwi out."

"Nocte, confirm mission reorder. Since we have just lost seven hundred zebras in the seven villages, make sure that two Pave Lows per Miasma Tanker and eight Comanches per town." Orion watched as the helicopter hangers up on the deck above and to the side swirled open, exposing their inner Helicopters coming up on elevators. She suddenly felt a jerk, and realised that she was connected to the Launch Rail.

>>> CONFIRMED. ALL SQUADRONS SIGNAL COMPREHENSION.

Orion looked out at the guidance mare, who gave her the 'All Clear For Takeoff' signal. She braced and began throttling up, the engines biting the cold air. She heard, more than felt, that metallic thunk as the brake fell away, and in the next second, she was off the deck, spiralling away from the safety of her sub.

"All units, form up. We're going in." Three other PAK FA's slotted under her wing and flew in silent formation.

Across the sea, she could just about make out the ten MiG-29K's of Falco Squadron escorting the individual formations of fourteen Pave Lows with the Elite Vanguard onboard, and their accompanying fifty six Comanche Adv. Attack Helicopters. They slowly moved further away, and disappeared into the night.

"Talon, weapons tight so far, and stay low. Cape Starkatti is quite a far distance away." She lowered herself to a rough hundred meters above the ground.

"Talon 0-2, feet dry in three... two... one... Land." The ever speeding waterscape below suddenly changed colour, green and yellow mixing in a swirl.

>>> HIGH COMMANDER, YOU MAY BE INTRESTED TO LOOK RIGHT IN ABOUT TEN SECONDS. IT IS MY CACULATED AREA OF IMPACT.

Orion just stared on in terror. Lightning summed up her thoughts. "By Starswirl's curly beard..."

The crater seemed to span forever. There wasn't even any evidence of a town left, just bones and screams in the wind.

Orion smashed her hoof against the stick, causing her plane to flip out, before she rightened it.

"I swear, I'll find whoever did this, and bloody feed him his own sexual organs." She muttered, and the formation sped on, away from the Ground Zero.

"So, 7 towns destroyed?" Dumtrescu asked.

"Yes sir. two powerful missiles were launched from orbit." Kureha replied. Dumitrecu laughed.

"Good riddance to those Nightmare scum! They had it coming to them."

>Asche reporting sir. I failed. They locked me out of the system.

"You were successful, as it happens." Kureha said.
>I was?

"Yes. we were able to smuggle an E.M.P virus into their main server. We detonate it, and all the Nightmare A.I are gone forever. The E.M.P will fry the main servers and the back-ups. They'll never recover the actual A.I." Dumitrescu gloated. "Detonate it." He said to a technician.

"Detonating now, sir."

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Okay, I'm all for free roam, but this is just unrealistic.

Firstly, you are setting off an E.M.P. virus. You do know that those can never exist right? A virus is just a programme. Unless you try had harness the surrounding equipment, leading me to my next point.

Secondly, when the Endurvaking first came up, I said it, and I quote:

About ten klicks from the coast of Zebraca, the 'Endurvakning' surfaced, swatting unsuspecting human aircraft from the sky and generating a strong EMP field which would disrupt the normal brain patterns of any creature.

Now, logically speaking, if I generate an E.M.P., that means Lumen would have fried there and then. Do you see where I'm going?

Thirdly, I quote:

WE HAVE NO SIGNALS COMING IN NOR GOING OUT

They already locked out all unimportant signals.

Back to main story.

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Orion fiddled with her targeting computer, finally getting it to sync correctly and allow her to fire up to four missile at four different targets, instead of the generic two.

>>> APOLOGIES COMMANDER, BUT WE JUST HAD AN ATTEMPT TO DETONATE A E.M.P. VIRUS WITHIN OUR DATABANKS. OUR HIGHER LEVEL FUNCTIONS ARE SLIGHTLY IMPAIRED CURRENTLY.

"It's okay, Nocte. We don't really require your assistance this time around." Orion checked her fuel. Still in the green

"Button up, Talon, Cape Starkatti in sight. Release formation. Don't want to get smoked by AA so early on." The four planes split up, each disappearing into the night sky.

"Talon 0-4, releasing Iron Bomb... OH SHIT!" Orion turned to look, as a fuel tank went up in flames, a giant smoke cloud rising. "Watch your fire. We want to avoid as much collateral damage to the oil."

She focused on her own bombing run. "Talon 0-0, bombs away... Direct hit on Bunker, no collateral." She pulled away just as a SAM began to paint her. The PAK FA's stealth quickly allow her to slip out of the paint.

"Bogeys inbound, coming from over the sea. Setting up intercept routes now. Talon squadron, head off those bogeys before they become an actual threat."

Orion pressed her chin against her chest, applying pressure to the COMpad in her helmet, giving off a quick burst of static. Pilot signals for 'okay'.

She swung far and wide to place herself in a good angle against the approaching enemies.

"Confirm Bandits, looks like Iron Legion planes and some Valahia." She noted, before fading back into the night time sky, with her plane's black paint job.

Suddenly, her plane was rocked by a huge jet wash and several dart-like planes whizzed by. Lucky for her, they didn't notice the near collision. Orion stared upwards at the ascending afterburners.

"Looks like we got some elite pilots to fight... I like it."

I give up.

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"The Iron Legion...what was I thinking when I brokered an agreement with those fools?" Dumitrescu asked Kureha.

"Perhaps we can join Nightmare Moon?" Kureha asked.

"Good idea. Technician, get a radio transmission to Nightmare High Commander Orion." Dumitrescu ordered the technician.

"Acknowledging, comrade. Connecting now."

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Wait, the hell?!... oh right.

"Athena, the fuck was that? Did I give you the order to blare that?!"

"Negitive sir, it appears to be a line of unauthorized coding done by an unknown individual prior to main-core shutdown. I have already accounted for, and corrected this issue, it shall not occur again, Shepard Commander."

"Fuck it, report damage from Kinetic Strikes?" The monitors blanked, before providing the live feed of the area.

"... Maker... there's nothing left..." Phoenix mumbled aloud. The destructive power of these weapons... Christ Almighty...

"Athena... can we dump Sateillite Missile Platform Seven into the upper atmosphere?" I gave Phoenix a glace, he was still stunned by the utter bluntness of my command.

"WARNING! This is highly unadvisable, as upper atmosphere detonations can cause severe damage via shockwaves to airborne aircraft! While causing slight interuptions to electronic avionics to aircraft in the lower atmospheres. HEALTH ADVISORY! Can cause partial blindness if direct eye-contact is made and maintained with the atmospheric detonation. As detonation will maintain the brightness of the Sun for a short period of time, providing instant day... do you still wish to proceed Shepard Commander?" Those last words beagn to put a smile on my face, as a moment of light, can provide a lifetime of hope to see the dawn again.

"Do it, Athena, commence orbital drop for upper atmosphere detonation.." Sorry Spooks, it's time to move, "Now begin transferal of all assets under your command back to the Legion Fleet, as for the Apollo Platform... I'll maintain command of the weapons, send over the launch protocols to Colonel Davis of the Usean Navy. However, maintain active user-control over the launch, and firing of Apollo assets. Understood?"

"Yessir, Shepard Commander, assets are currently being transfered.. complete. Apollo Launch Protocol control maintain user, transfering launch programs... complete. Anything more, Shepard Commander?" Yeah, two last commands before we hike our asses out of here.

"Wipe ALL the electronics you can access in this bunker, before securing yourself within D6... and lastly, I'd like to make a broadcast, across all channels..."

"Affirmitive Shepard Commander, it shall be done... what message would you like to broadcast?"

I gave a soft chuckle, before I began, "Hey Talon, here's a present from the fallen, from yours truly at the 409th... hier kommt die sonne. Colonel Lynch, Stalker 1-1, out."

"Now, lets get going before the fireworks start, I'd like to bask in the light for a few minutes while it lasts."

In space, the crippled station seven began her final descent into the upper atmsophere, on a detonation course for many miles above Zebraca, to provide a second sun to shine down upon the forces of darkness.

Even the Light, can oust the heaviest of Darkness.

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"I'm sorry, they're what?" Kureha asked the technician, who was now wondering when the hell he would get a coffee break.

"Yes, yes! Someone's sending an orbital Station to the upper Atmosphere for detonation. Most of our Air force are in the area, as are many of Nightmare's aircraft."

"If we save their airforce, that could get us into their god books. Ready the other ARKBIRD laser. Intercept that station now!" Kureha ordered.

"Will I..?"

"Yes, you'll get a break."

"Readying ARKBIRD laser. Firing at the Station...now!"

Archangel's command to the Station would never be fulfilled. The laser ARKBIRD fired destroyed the thrusters and part of the structure, causing Station Seven to explode with the force of an atomic bomb. There would be shockwaves and a few downed planes, but not to the extent Archangel hoped for.

975588

I agree. What did just happen anyway? Besides the whole Army guys performing a masculinity contest while a 16 year old girl from Berlin is thinking "What?"

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"Ghosteye to all forces, we have a new mission priority."

The Formation of Legion planes were still some distance from the Mainland of Zebrica, but they could already see some allied craft in battle in the skies.

"Imperial Aircraft have been spotted above one of our holdouts in Zebrica. Colonel Davis and his Marines will be arriving to reinforce their positions, but you'll have to buy time. Galm team, get over there and provide cover."

"Going assss ordered Ghossssteye." Cipher's insectoid response came.

"Garuda team, how are you liking your new F-15's?"

"Ghosteye, I am so happy that I really don't even mind being trapped on a boat anymore!" Talisman said.

"Well here's some more good news for you then, You'll get to put them to use in that air battle over there. And Cole... It's Talon Squadron."

There was a long silence for a moment, before Cole's plane rolled out into the lead position.

"Ghosteye... This is Old King Cole. Request callsign change to Rogue One."

"...Permission granted King Cole. Talisman?"

"I know." She moved into the Wingman position. "This is Rogue Two, I've got your back lead."

"Roger that, all fighters on me!" The fighters began to accelerate towards the battle.

"This is Captain Spar of Task Force of Task Force 57. We've made some good strides down here, but those fighters are harassing us. You have take care of them, or all our effort may be for nothing."

"Don't worry Captain, we'll clear the skies for you. I'll do it myself..."

"Hey, stay focused Cole."

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(Yeah, sure Canadian. Push all the blame to the poor Asian! How about you go back and suffer in the cold?)

Orion saw the small Video Box pop up as Nocte pushed a transmission.

"High-Commander." Orion winced.

"Nicolae Dumitrescu, I presume." Orion's voice came out a bit muffled around the large muzzle piece feeding her pressurised oxygen. It also served the purpose of hiding most of her facial features, the only visible one's being her lilac eyes.

"Yes. I have a proposition for you." The tracking computer came alive as she began to lock onto another tank column.

"Oh yes? What might that be?" She released the trigger. The weapons bay slammed open, ejected the large missile, and slammed close to reduce her total radar exposure. The missile soared along, dropping several bomblets and taking out the tank column. As Orion pulled out, her plane clawed through eight Gees. Well within her tolerance, but she still closed her eyes in pain.

"The Valahia wish to join your side in the attack. In return, we hope that you'll forgive us and incorporate us into your forces."

"Well..." Orion rubbed the back of her neck, in obvious discomfort. Wow... That is a really sexy offer. That will be another faction out of the window.
"This really isn't in my jurisdiction..." She mumbled.

She was going to add something else, but her threat computer began to softly hum. "DAMMIT." She turned and looked behind her canopy, and sure enough, two F-15's were sitting pretty on her tail.

"I'm sorry, Commander, but I'm transferring you to somebody else who has more power than me. If you tell her that I'm pretty confident of your loyalty, I'm sure she'll listen." Orion closed the feed, instructed Nocte to transfer the Valahian to HIGH-COM and Nightmare Moon herself.

"For crying out loud... The number of enemy aircraft just tripled. But the Valahians aren't shooting at us. They seem to just be hanging back..." Rocker noted.

"Yep, hold your fire with the Valahians, just focus on the Iron Legion fighters." Orion sideswiped, losing the two F-15's in the night easily.

A sudden burst of bullets whizzed by her canopy, followed by a familiar F-15. Rouge... She read the tail as it whizzed by.

"Talon squadron, deal with the other enemies. All weaponry authorized." Orion then turned her radio set to public.

"The two Rouges are mine to kill, just like their pathetic, worthless teammates." She said that with the most aggravating Stalliongrad accent as possible, before pulling up and quickly achieving a 'Hot Lock'. She depressed the trigger three times, sending three high explosive 30-mm shells on their way.

The F-15 rolled and dodged the attack pretty easily... Right into her launch envelope. Orion slam-fired her homemade rocket pods, launching three guided continuous ring rockets.

Down on the ground, General Mazakiwi's forces were finally reinforced by the Tenth Heavy Tank Division, with their Mammoth Tanks.

They made quick work of the offending enemy light vehicles and began to advance into the enemy-held refinery complex of Cape Starkatti proper, the giant threads of the Mammoths simply crushing any barricades in the way. Human fled in the face of the dual 240 mm cannons, which belched fire and death.

A missile descended across the sky and struck a Mammoth. When to smoke cleared, the tank looked wrecked, but a dark mist began to seep out of the tank, repairing the tank. Within seconds, it was ready for battle again.

And so was the power of Nightmares.

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"Sigh...Nightmare Moon, I presume." Dummitrescu groaned.

WHAT DO YOU WANT, HUMAN?

"Forgiveness of our raids against your forces, and immediate integration into your forces." Dumitrecu said.

OK THEN.

Dumitrescu blinked. "Oh. Thank you then." He cut the connection.

"That was random." Kureha said.

"Whatever. Tell our forces to aid the Nightmare troops in the capture of Zebraca."

"Roger sir. All Valahian forces, this is an order of Comrade Dumitrescu himself. We have joined the Nightmare Empire. Aid our new allies in any way possible. If you are with rebels, kill them. That is all."

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Oh hush Sandman, I prefer the cold (Can't stand for the heat, absolutely miserable). Now go out and fry in the sun some more, your brain isn't cooked yet.

"there that should do it... you sure you'll be alright? This isn't our backyard anymore." Phoenix said, relocking the bunker hatch, as I re-checked my gear one last time. At this point, we needed to head our separate ways. As I had a war to fight, and Phoenix had intelligence to gather... on top of what I already gave him via the Canadian AI Athena. Who now only was a "basic" AI, and had no control over any assets formerly in her possesion. Think of it, like a giant super computer. That's what she is now, on top of being my seemingly unavoidable assistant.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, there's a Dawn Rebel airbase a long ways north of here. Don't forget... I have 'Athena' as company."

"Indeed, Shepard Commander shall not be alone, as per I'm under his sole command." Blurted a voice from my personal music device... don't ask, I haven't a fucking clue how she popped into it.

"... see what I mean?" He chuckled, but before he could respond...

KA-BOOM!

I nearly lost my balance from the blast, however, I took immediate notice of where it was... and couldn't smile more than what I already was.

In the sky, abit lower than I wanted, was a marvolus white/blue detonation high in the atmosphere. All around the light acted as if dawn was just beginning to rise, the feeling of warmth felt.. foreign on my skin, as I kept smiling. Even if it had no real effect, the morale, and hope effects are more than worth it...

"Holy shit... that's..."

"Beautiful? Because I frankly agree..." I mumbled, watching the blast for a few more seconds before fading away, plunging us back into the eternal darkness. With the fireworks over, I knew it was now or never to get going.

I began marching down the dirt path, with rifle in hand to the north. I wanted say something else to Phoenix, however he vanished with the blast, not even a sound. Creepy as fuck, but we both have jobs to do, and now I have a long forced march ahead.

Yay... back to basic... kill.

Join the AIRFORCE they said, see the WORLD they said, fly JETS all day they said. I don't know how long I've been walking, but my feet have stopped hurting awhile back; leaving me to the same sound of crunching of gravel beneath my boots.

This airbase from what I'm aware, is a former Emmerian Airforce testing facility, now a frontline forces base for the Dawn Rebels. I can only hope when I get there, I can find a plane...

Because it's already been too long since I've been in a cockpit.

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"Ok, everyone. There's a Nightmare Artillery battery on the Zebraca National Bridge pinning us down. Private Suya, Corporal Kannagi. You're up." Second Lieutenant Sarah Heideman of the Marine Corps surveyed her small mismatched 'Squad'. Her squad wasn't even a squad, but a collection of scared young soldiers who didn't even know where their units were. Heideman was the leader and the oldest of the bunch. She was only 29. Private Matsuda Suya, 19, and Corporal Kannagi Kurashima, 23, were the only soldiers qualified enough to blow up a bridge, being demolition soldiers. Their target was the National bridge, the only bridge into the Zebracan capital that hadn't been destroyed.

"Yes ma'am!" Suya saluted.
"Acknowledged." Kannagi said.

"Pin my medals upon my chest, Tell my mother I did my best. My MaMa don't you cry, Marine Corps Motto is do or die..." Suya sang to herself.

"The bridge is right in front of us, Suya!" Kannagi hissed. "Save it for later!"

"Eh, I guess you're right." Suya shrugged, slinging her Javelin Missile Launcher over her shoulder, silently humming the tune in her head.

"Honestly Suya. I told your mother I'd protect you. How am I gonna do that when you burst into song and get the top of your head shot off?" Kannagi growled.

"..." Suya stayed silent until they reached the bottom of the bridge. Four Nightmare Earth Ponies were standing guard next to the river, probably defending against sabotage while the artillery guns pounded the Capital into rubble.

"Four scouts with rifles. Suya, when I take out the one closest to us, you run for the bridge. I'll take out the other scouts." Kannagi said.

"Gotcha."

One nightmare scout's head was turned into chunks when a controlled burst from an M4A1 machine gun shredded him. As the other three turned around, Suya bolted for the main support while Kannagi gunned down the other three, then bolted to support Suya.

Suya had finished strapping 5 C4 explosives to the main support, and was just about to clear out of there when one of the scouts, who had survived the attack, took out a pistol and shot her in the leg. Then Kannagi was on him, taking out her Knife and plunging it into his neck.

Suya watched this, mumbling. Kannagi ran over to her and tried to get her up on two feet.

"Do or die, Kannagi..." Suya muttered.

"Do or die, my ass. Stop being a drama queen, it just grazed you, you'll live." Kannagi told Suya as they got to a safe distance.

"Oh come on, really? I'm not a Drama queen!" Suya replied, trying to think of a better comeback.

Kannagi rolled her eyes."Got the detonator?"

Suya nodded, pressing the switch. "Ka-boom." 500 yards away, the C4 exploded, sending the bridge and Artillery battery to the bottom of the river.

Kannagi and Suya trudged off back to the Safe Zone, one quietly talking with the other.

"Hey Kannagi..." Suya said.

"Hmm?"

"You know that song you like?" Suya asked.

"The Journey home? Yeah, why?"

"Well, i've just being wanting to try it out...it sounds better with more than one voice, doesn't it?"

"That it does." The two slowly made their way back to their squad, quietly singing The Journey Home.

(Just thought i'd put in a story set in the ground war. Suya and Kannagi will get more stories, let it be said.)

980421>>982748>>980849
Also, since your hauling PAK-FA's into the furball... I've seen fit to unfurl an aircraft considered legendary in these lands of the Great White North...

Many hours, kilometre's, and villages later...

"So, your Emmerian Airforce huh, gotta rank?" Currently, I found myself surrounded by a small patrol of Dawn Rebels. They snatched my sorry ass after I stumbled upon them a few towns back, now they were taking me back to their base. A small gift of fortune by God, if there ever was one.

So far, they've been friendly enough considering the stories I've heard. I just hope it lasts...

"Yeah, Lieutenant-Colonel Lynch, 409th Tactical Fighter Squadron. You?" At the moment, I just wanted to pass time as the M35A2 grumbled down the backroads of Western Emmeria towards RFB Darnia.

"Well, I'm Staff Sargeant Brawny Boulder, leader of Bravo, part of Outlaw 2-1. On your left, is Lance Corporal Sugar Song." I faced left, and gave the weary looking pegasus a simple nod, which she returned with a smile.

"On your right, is Private Sheldon, a former Emmerian 3rd Army gunner." The man gave me a faint smile, one which I returned. The first Emmerian Army boy I've met in... Christ knows how long.

"So, how's the fight going out there?" Sheldon asked, while I enjoyed a rare luxury... one that Talisman REALLY hated.

"That depends, at the moment were holding the lines, breaking through in a few places, while being routed in others... it's been hard on us pilots, especially us non-navy pilots, considering we had to learn carrier ops within a few days what navy pilots learn in weeks and months. But so far, were holding the lines." I explained, taking a long drag on the nearly dead cigarette, before passing it back to Boulder. For now, I'll keep Apollo under my hat... the less they know, the better.

"Well, I guess it's better than what news we've heard last time." Boulder tossed in, before snuffing the dead cigarette beneath his hoof, "anyways, on my left is Handsome Masquerade, the squads Marksmen. I gave him a quick nod, however, he didn't retrun it.

"And lastly, on my right is Star Whistle, " He gave a firm nod, again one I returned. "- and that completes Bravo, so.. how you get clipped? Isn't often we stumble upon living Legionaire pilots."

I began to recount my grim tale, as detailed as I could possibly manage. At the moment, I honestly wanted to get back into the air. The fact that my wingman, my friends, and my shipmates likely thought me for dead didn't rest well on my mind. Neither does vaporizing a landmass the size of Gracemeria, or losing your best friends...

A Further Hour Later...

Currently, I found myself standing in the pilots lounge of Darnia AFB. I was given a change of uniform, chow, and a hot shower... two of those I've hadn't experienced in a long while when I was aboard the Bonnie. Seriously, how hard is it to get some hot water on a ship? Always cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.

My head snapped to the door, when the familiar jiggling of a doornoob brought my weary bones fully upright. At the moment, my body was protesting every move I made. However, I just beat them aside, as my country and friends come before my needs anyday.

The door swung open, as a tall, combat ready Commander stepping into the room, "Ahh, you must be our new guest, I'm Commander George Wainwright, current standing base commander of Darnia." He held his hand out, which I took in stride.

"Lieutenant-Colonel Lynch, 409th TSF flight lead. I appreciate the assistance, and aid Commander."

"Nonsense, we need every able-bodied soldier at the moment, it's the least we can do for a man such as yourself."

"... Sir?"

"I've heard of your... exploits Colonel. Hell, I'm one of the few remaining that does know of your pre-war combat record. And I mean with what happened in the 15th Fighter Squadron." Never more had I wanted to vanish into nothingness. I had a past I was never proud of, yet the world made it stuff of fairytales during the border conflicts between Equestria and the Griffons a few years back. A time that seems so tame, compared to todays nightmare.

"At the moment, I need your help, Windhover... and badly." I nearly dropped dead at the mention of that... name. However, my feelings once again need to be secondary.But for how much longer?

I sighed, I knew there really wasn't anyway out of this, "Well Sir, considering how I don't have any way of getting home at the moment. It seems I don't really have much of a choice, I'll do it." As those words left my mouth, his smile erupted into a wicked grin.

"Excellent, now follow me Colonel, and I'll introduce you to your new warhorse." I simply nodded, as we left the lounge and exited onto the brightly lit airbase.

"Now, at the moment, were really suffering for quality pilots. I've been scrapping the bottom of the barrel for pilots with even basic flight training, because we've become so desperate." He began, as we walked past the "ready strip". As CF-101's and CF-5's sat prepared for a moments notice.

"It's that bad?"

"Yes, for the two basic reasons alone, we've lost 40% of our combat effectiveness in the air. Our morale has been steadily dropping for the past month, and shows no signs of stopping as we keep losing our pilots to enemy incursions."

"Which is where I come in."

"Correct, you've faced them more than once, hell, your likely one of the most experienced pilots on this base. Not to mention, your past with the 15th Squadron is just icing on the cake." I internally cringed, I personally never liked speaking of my service in the 15th, because of what I've done...

"Now, we've managed to survive this long, but every two days they're sending in bomber formations to finally snuff us out. We've been lucky for the last three days, as no attacks have happened. However, I know our luck is about to change." He said, as we arrived to a lone, closed hanger next to the tower.

"We've calculated that within the next twenty-four hours, that they'll plan and commence another bombing raid. At this current time, we have eleven birds ready for take-off... now, with your presence, we'll have twelve-craft ship." He finished, as the hanger slowly opened her massive steel doors. And what sat inside, made my heart jump in shock.

"Is... is that... what I think it is?" I sputtered out, while Wainwright just gave a hearty laugh.

"Yes, it's the last of the original batch of ten built by Avro Canada a few years back. The rest were dismantled when Canada joined Emmeria, while this lucky lady was spared because the war began. And here's where shes sat ever since. So, say hello to your new Avro CF-105 Arrow MK. III Colonel, because she's yours."

Holy shit... this became a lot bigger than I originally intended...

975569>>984010>>980849

Just letting everyone know that I will be unavailable for the next couple days. Rundown is free to Ghost my Legion characters.

And Calamity... for the love of God.... TONE DOWN THE OP!!!!!

Please stop with the:

"I can take down your heavy armor modern tanks with the drop of a small bomb"

I would actually like a faction to play as when I return.

Thank you

984211

Psst, you invented the nightmares as technologically advanced. Be thankful I haven't decided to go to space again. BE REALLY THANKFUL.

Also Ace Combat physics in action. I"M SERIOUS! You can take out entire tank columns with just one Stand-off Dispenser if you aim it right! It's like my favourite weapon.

982550>>984211>>984010

Looping around into the sky, Orion took a look down at the air battle.

The four original Nightmare aircraft had been bolstered by the Valahian airforce, and now the PAK FA's were followed closely three GAF-1 Varcolac aircraft, and a mishmash of other jets. She tried opening communications with the Varcolacs, aiming her multi-phased radio arrays at the one that seemed to be In the lead.

The video box opened. Orion saw the face of another Pegasus, and her eyes. "Talon 0-0 to Lead plane. How do I address you and your squadron?"

"Varcolac one is my Callsign. What are our orders?" The Pegasus seemed so... Quiet...

"Varcolac one, get your planes to take the Legion airforce and secure control of the airspace, and cover the Talon PAK FA's. Got it?" Orion pulled down, her jet screaming as it descended.

"Cover it is." Orion dropped her iron bomb, destroying a fake building that concealed a SAM battery.

"This is Talon 0-0, Vindíctam, move closer to the docks. General Mazakiwi, could you secure the docks to get heavy artillery from my sub?"

"Roger! We're smashing through now." Orion turned her empty jet around.

"Runway two clear, Vindíctam. I'm coming in for munitions."

Out over the sea, the Vindíctam floated, most non-essential systems powered down. The large black cigar shape suddenly rumbled, and begin to drift towards the shore.

"Aye, Commander."

A Mammoth rolled around the corner, firing it's giant cannons at an unfortunate Humvee and turning it's occupants to puree.

Ironsides, the Earth pony driving the tank, smiled. "I FUCKING love my job!"

984010>>980849
One last thing before I leave, this is what almost everyone in my unit agreed I'll do once I get into flight school.

*Making several nose dives then sharp turns upward to gain altitude *

Instructor: What the hell is wrong with you Lieutenant?!

Me: I'M HAVING FLASHBACKS TO ATTACKING STONEHENGE!!!

984400

My friends made me promise many things.

1. Buzz the control tower.
2. Fly under a bridge.
3. Do a carrier landing.
4. Shoot down a F-22.
5. Piss off the instructor.
6. Order or fire an ASAT.

yep...

984459

You forgot playing 'Chicken' with an AWACS. Just saying.

(cricket noises) Too soon?

984400
...I wandered lonely as a cloud...

BATLEFEILD IS NO NCE PLACE 2 USE COMPUTER< B I'LL TRY~

996971>>998205

Um... what the flyin' batman fuck is going on? Cause Jesus Murphy b'ys, I fear the Clam has damn well died on us...

999788

It's your turn, buckwit. I'm waiting for you repartee.

1001443>>996971>>984400
Well, fuck then, should've said so sooner! Damn Clam's, sun must be gettin' to ya! Also... DAVIS, I CAN'T WRITE YOUR WACKY FOLKS WORTH A DAMN! GET BACK HERE!!

"Alright... that should do it! Run the avionic's through again, thoroughly this time!" Once more the cockpit flickered to life, as systems one by one came to life. It's been awhile since the Arrow had any proper service done to her systems. Other than the basic's, she was well overdue for a avionics maintenance. However, after a few hours of work, we've managed to quell most of the bugs.

I sighed, "We're still having issues with the airspeed indicator... seems to freeze around Mach 2.51."

"Well, isn't that the maximum airspeed?"

"Not to the books, and what manuals are still here... "The Arrow MK. III is capable of reaching airspeeds in excess of Mach 2.78". So I'm guessing there's a problem with the indicator itself." I mused, staring at the needle as it twitched about trying to pass 2.51.

"There really isn't much we can do about it then, I can have maintenance look into it later if that helps."

"Great, then do so at once Corporal. Dismissed."

"Yessir." And with the slam of a hanger door, I was alone once more.

"Shepard Commander, installation of APOLLO software is complete... SAT Six will be on station in T-minus... 47 hours." Spectacular... orbital deterance on a moments notice.

"Alright, Athena, run on silent mode until authorized, understood?" In response, the flaps deployed before retracting back into the wing. Nifty, Athena... that gives me an idea. But, before I could think upon this thought. Fate decided to spice up life a bit more, as a booming voice echoed from the intercom.

"All interception aircraft scramble, repeat, scramble! Flight of high-level bombers have been spotted on long range radar!"

"Seems that Windhover will be coming back sooner than I thought..."

Seriously, it seems when I rush, it sounds really bad...

1001823 1001443>>984400
I posted my first Youtube video! Whee-hee!

Soukou Ressha is Japanese for Armored Train. I just put down the English Translation. Soukou Ressha is OST 16 of the Senjou no Valkyria Anime. This is probably the first video with that song up on Youtube.

984400>>1001823>>982748

"Talon 0-0, tally ball on runway two." Orion murmured as her plane glided in. It hit the deck with a metallic thunk, and immediately was surrounded with ponies tying down the plane to a transport lift. As the plane descended into the inky blackness that was a hanger, Orion pulled off her helmet and wiped her sweat drenched face.

"Arm me up with Air-to-Air, I need to blow off some steam." She instructed the lead engineer and watched him dash off. A sudden loud whirring noise brought her attention to another elevator going down, past her level, carrying a battered MiG 29. The pilot waved at her, and she waved back, knowing the mission had gone well and that most of the zebras were now theirs.

"High-commander, there are still aerial elements suppressing our advances to the main refinery. However, we are poised to take out South Zebraca capital. Please advise."

Orion tapped her hoof. "Honestly, I think we can win without the fuel. But then it up to whatever the enemy does. If they fight and attack us, then we go in and wipe them out. If they entrench themselves, leave them and advance to South Zebraca." She answered.

"Understood."

Up and high above the cloud layer, Flight Four of the Fifth Bomber Squadrons, the "Hammers", soared, oblivious to the enemies on the ground. The flight of five aircraft consisted to two escort F-15/MTDs, a giant Avro Vulcan, and two large, lumbering jets.

Currently, they were on a mission to test out the Nightmare's newest aquisition to the arsenal, courtesy of a collaboration between the Griffons and the Dragons. The two unmanned jets rolled and tumbled as they were pushed to show their capabilities.

"Hammer 2-1, so far, so good. These things, beauty. How did they manage to phase out the need for a pilot?"

"Hammer 2-2, not sure. But whatever it is, the enemy won't see this shitstorm coming. I mean, the power of the original, without the costs."

"Hammer Actual to Hammer 2-1, 2-2. Can the chatter. You're drifting too close again. Don't want to get your tailpipes mooshed by these babies."

"Roger."

"Wait... Hammer 2-2 to Hammer Actual, getting pings on my RADAR! It's an enemy base!"

"What? By the gods... Who wants to give these babies their first mission?"

"Hammer 2-1, I'm game."

"Hammer 2-2, let's rock!"

"Affirmative. Hammer UCAV-3 and UCAV-4 ready to go."

"GO BEYTCH!"

The two A-10 Thunderbolt II PCAS unmanned Attack Drones waggled once, before diving to the ground, leveling off at ten meters above the ground, coming up on the base real fast.

(Should you guys choose to fight back, I will pummel the refinery, but if not, I'll move on the attack S. Zebraca and it's Meson Cannon array. Your choice.)

1019576>>1003637

I deeply apologize for the lack of response, currently got myself caught up in writing two stories... thr first being a Rainbooms Over Miami Collab story, the second being a Metro Crossover of my own creation. Not to mention... I have an ungodly tooth ache (requires dental surgery), that is quite murderous if I skimp on the meds. I really wish the Dentist was open on weekends...

1028806>>1003637>>984400

Nightmare Night...

What a fright...

Give me something....

Something sweet...

Sweet....

To...

To...

BITE...

1062034

"Honestly... I've completely, and utterly forgot about this." Stated Archangel, as the weary and exhausted looking Canadian stared at his monitor.

1062034

Sweet Jesus Pogo Dancing Christ, that was scary.

1063852>>1062034>>984211

Okay, this is more of an actual post than another story post... for which I again apologize, if it is my turn. However, I'm curious if our dear Fighter Pilot in training is back yet. As I'm slighty stuck on how to proceed with this, including his wacky pilots...

"Hey! Were not whacky, ya stupid Canuck!" Shouted an annoyed Cole, as he balled his fists for a strike.

"What? It's not my fault that I don't want to screw with someone elses characters, even WITH permission!" Shot back the weary Canadian, as he sat hunched over a case of hermits... like a hermit.

Now back to reality... It's ACTUALLY my birthday!

... well, it is on Sunday but I work this weekend sadly, so I'm calling it TODAY!

HAPPY TWENTIETH TO ME!

Now, as for this story I'll update'er this weekend boys and girl! Now... if you excuse me, I have $150 in payware addons for FSX to fly!

*Starts up FSX with A2A's B-17G with Accu-sim*

OH! And before I forget... Smoers06, I found ya sumthin'!

"Here's that Nickel to save your ass!"

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984400>>1063852>>1085563

My God... they dumped David Hayter out of MGS:5 as the voice of Big Boss?

...

...

...

*Anger Rapidly Builds*

"WHAT THE FLYIN' JESUS MURPY BATMAN FU-"

I breathed deeply, allowing the pure oxygen mixture to fill my lungs, as the Arrow sailed down the taxiway leading eleven CF-101 Voodoo's on an intercept mission to destory the incoming bombers. There were two low bandits, while the rest flew high in the skies above. Which in this case, we took the bandits on the upper deck, and the CF-5's took on the low level bandits.

The radio chatter squawked loudly in my ears, as the tower and men on the ground prepared for another aerial assault. Already the air raid sirens were going at full tilt, screaming as loudly as they could, warning of the impending rain of death from the skies...

... one which I need to stop, at any cost.

What are you doing?! THOSE ARE OUR OWN MEN!

At any cost sir... you said it yourself, we can't lose that valley... no matter the cost.

As the Cold War interceptor rolled onto the runway, I forced my thoughts aside, knowing duty came before anything else.

"Windhover, you are cleared for takeoff... give'em hell, sir."

"Copy, cleared for takeoff... and I will... I damn will."

I'm terribly sorry for this... I'm having a time thinking of any decent things to write, as I'm afraid this story is starting to run dry. Just my opinion though.

1109274

I agree. Time to do something about it.

All of this fighting soon awakened Godzilla, and he proceeded to destroy the world just to shut the annoying bastards up.

THE END.