Not even yet dry,
I knew it was you the moment the phone rang!
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"Bogey six! Bogey six!", screamed systems on both aircraft. About the same time, a jolt of electricity was blasted through the bodies of the pilots in their respective aircraft to make sure they woke. Anviyell in a state of shock as he came to the surface from an ocean of sleep to be pounded with the blaring alarms of an impending attack. BDKR yelling "Scopes! Scopes!" in a sudden blast of anger to get his aircraft to show the position and speed of the inbound relative to his own. Both aircraft autopilots aware of where they were in relation to one another and the inbound, and aware of the still groggy state of their drivers, neither of which had made any direct inputs into the controls, split in oppossing directions, engines at full mill with the cans lit. Ascending 6g reversals with trails of flares streaming aft.
"Inbound! Inbound!", voices screamed in both aircraft. BDKR, going left and half way through his reversal, his head cocked back peering into the darkness.
"Inbound Volley! Inbound Volley!", the systems once again yelled.
"What the hell?!", BDRK screamed into his mask. Anviyell registering about the same thought.
Flare streams now joined by chaff generators desperately spat ordinance in an effort to
confound the inbound vampires, completely unseen against the glistening reflections of the moon on the face of Davey Jones locker.
"Miss! Miss!" the systems screamed. Flashes of light blooming aft and below as both planes continued seperation and passed through 1.5.
"Spool plasma!", BDKR barked into the radio. "Two! Continue uphill! Call home!". Anviyell pulling the stick back a little farther and passing through 50K. BDKR, punched in a bit more left bank and a boot full of left rudder to help get his bird into a down hill attitude, idled the motors and popped the boards for a few moments as he unloaded the plane and the tail came over the top. Then the airframe shook and rumbled in a fit of dead serious rumble and buffet as he scrubbed speed and brought the nose up and around. A brief momment of eerie and peaceful bliss with nothing more then the groaning of the airframe, soothing electronic report from the flight systems, and that full moon night time ocean spread out below him. Small tufts of clounds in lazy formations glowing madly.
"I'm not going swimming tonight", he spoke softly, blinking to fight the blur from his eyes. He eased his pull, cleaned up, rolled nearly level, and pushed the throttles forward to stage 8 to
regain air speed. The engines roaring back to life. The spatial display in the heads up going fuzzy as he realized that the first salvo masked a huge chaff discharge.
"Ha haaa... I got something for you", he smirked. "Pickle p spread", he muttered in a voice a lot less demanding and far more smug then only moments before. A volley of 5 small missles racing forward from his aircraft tracking to a point sure the cover the attackers plot of highest probablity and exploding into huge clouds of magnetic and luminescent paint. Billowing bluish green and eerily for a moment before a shape blasted through it in a heading that brought it
low to his left and passing aft.
"YEEAAAHHHH!!!!!", BDKR growled as he rolled nearly inverted and pulled. "Tallyho! Devil at 11 o'clock low heading 090."
"Jason Jason Jason. Tokyo Delta Brainchild. Domino flight in furball with one. Spool the fountains!", Anviyell spoke to Indie Station for the Atlantic BG.
"Copy Domino flight", came a cool reply. "Package in route".
BDKR was now pulling 9 g's to bring the random on target while activating the camera zoom. "Why does that plane look so familiar?", he said as the image came to life in the HUD.
"Don't tell me you know this gomer", responded Anviyell.
"Sorry, but I do. It's Dido!"
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Why, Elishat, have you come back?
Can I stand more longing?
Are you ready to fight?
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