Post by Kishonia on Feb 26, 2019 1:58:58 GMT
Thirty miles west of Anton Air Force Base, 0900 Hours
The ear-piercing tone of missile lock-on hits Lieutenant Stephen Kish's ears as he pulls a hard 6G left turn to get out of the lock-on, "Could use some support over here! Spurman you asshole, you left my wing." he calls over the radio, desperately pulling defensive maneuvers in his F-16 to shake his adversary. Stephen looked over his shoulder to see that his opponent was still on his tail. Another missile lock tone hits his headset and this time he fails to out-maneuver,
"Bingo, You're dead, Lieutenant." Stephen's superior, Lieutenant Colonel Yankovich called over the radio. Stephen pounds his fist against the cockpit glass, "Damn it!" he cried out angrily, removing his facemask.
"Calm yourself, Lieutenant. Get back to the airfield and give me a full report.' Yankovich spoke again, breaking away back to Anton AFB.
"Aye, sir." Stephen was left with his thoughts as he broke another left turn back to the airfield.
Preparing his landing, Stephen hit his rudders to guide his way down, always trying to line up perfectly with his gears to have the smoothest transition. Today was different. Slowing down to land, he felt his jet buck upwards. For a moment, he thought it was turbulence, but he was too low for that. Suddenly black smoke rose from his engine and his nose dipped. "Titan 3 to Homeplate, I've got a problem. Engine cut out and is bleeding black smoke-" As he spoke, his dashboard screamed at him with loud pings, systems failing rapidly and his nose dipped further, increasing his speed. He tried recovering by pulling up hard and airbraking, but his control over the aircraft was lost. "Homeplate, I'm flying deadstick! I can't recover!" he spoke desperately, trying every step he learned to recover, or at least salvage the situation. "Titan 3 you're going to have eject." The Aircraft controller said.
The F-16 closed in on the hard deck at flank speed, Stephen watching the ground get closer and closer to him. "Eject! Eject! Eject!-"
The ear-piercing tone of missile lock-on hits Lieutenant Stephen Kish's ears as he pulls a hard 6G left turn to get out of the lock-on, "Could use some support over here! Spurman you asshole, you left my wing." he calls over the radio, desperately pulling defensive maneuvers in his F-16 to shake his adversary. Stephen looked over his shoulder to see that his opponent was still on his tail. Another missile lock tone hits his headset and this time he fails to out-maneuver,
"Bingo, You're dead, Lieutenant." Stephen's superior, Lieutenant Colonel Yankovich called over the radio. Stephen pounds his fist against the cockpit glass, "Damn it!" he cried out angrily, removing his facemask.
"Calm yourself, Lieutenant. Get back to the airfield and give me a full report.' Yankovich spoke again, breaking away back to Anton AFB.
"Aye, sir." Stephen was left with his thoughts as he broke another left turn back to the airfield.
Preparing his landing, Stephen hit his rudders to guide his way down, always trying to line up perfectly with his gears to have the smoothest transition. Today was different. Slowing down to land, he felt his jet buck upwards. For a moment, he thought it was turbulence, but he was too low for that. Suddenly black smoke rose from his engine and his nose dipped. "Titan 3 to Homeplate, I've got a problem. Engine cut out and is bleeding black smoke-" As he spoke, his dashboard screamed at him with loud pings, systems failing rapidly and his nose dipped further, increasing his speed. He tried recovering by pulling up hard and airbraking, but his control over the aircraft was lost. "Homeplate, I'm flying deadstick! I can't recover!" he spoke desperately, trying every step he learned to recover, or at least salvage the situation. "Titan 3 you're going to have eject." The Aircraft controller said.
The F-16 closed in on the hard deck at flank speed, Stephen watching the ground get closer and closer to him. "Eject! Eject! Eject!-"
Noskovia Presidential Manor, 0330 Hours
Stephen jerked awake, sweating profusely as he looked around and got his bearings. He sat up on the edge of the bed and grabbed his cane, standing up to walk over to his Air Force photographs. He took in the memory of the accident, remembering how he found out that a bird flew into his intake and ruptured the engine. How the Ejection seat failed to fire initially, and when it did, it shattered his knee from hitting the dashboard after a misfire. A knock on the door filled his eardrums, "Mr. President? Everything alright?"