AWD #277: Santos Ridge: Above the Shattered Castle
Santos Ridge: Above the Shattered Castle
Summary: In which the air wing attempts to punch a hole through the anti-air chaos down to the Marines trapped below on Santos Ridge.
Date: 10/10/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: The other Santos Ridge logs
Agrippa Bennett Devlin Kale Phin Warren Dropkickst 
Santos Ridge — Picon
Chaotic Picon skies.
AWD #277

Shattered Castle. The airspace over Santos Ridge is a godsdamned mess. There are Vipers, Raptors, and Predators streaking in and out through all directions and vectors. The radios are alive and wild with a lot of chatter. With Crandall pumping out dozens of aircraft a day, Picon is becoming a beehive of strike and escort duty. But most of these pilots haven't flow in more than ten months. Its a bit like anarchy. But when Carrier Air Wing Eleven begins wading in, crews try to clear out of the way. There are numerous calls for SAMs down at low level, but the city is hidden between a thick cloud layer hovering about eight hundred feet over the city. With 12,000 foot mountain ridges lining the north-south to the east and west of the city, there is no room to go getting dragged into the clouds for a fight for it would mean certain death if they get dragged. That means its going to be a whole hell of a lot of low altitude work. The problem is? Most of these pilots out here are too scared to dive in below the clouds. So they linger above trying to pick out targets on DRADIS without much luck in picking targets apart from rubble and wreckage.

Devlin is seated at the station in the rear of the Predator, Ebb having managing to punch at his console enough times that there's flickers of what should be targets, then again they could just be debris and eradiated rubble poking holes into his scanfield. Looking up and over at Toast he shakes his head, "Nothing yet sir, but we're getting closer, it may mean we run visual only, but I'll see if I can get you something to shoot, preferably before it shoots at us." Devlin flashes a weary smile, then goes back to his console, head down, and this time checking his straps to make sure he's buckled in tight.

And wade in they do, with the objective of taking out as many anti-air missile emplacements as possible. Somewhere in the middle of the the charge is Butch, flanked on either side by a viper escort and carrying a full spread of missiles slung across her bus's undercarriage. "I am going to need you to watch that DRADIS like a hawk," she tells Kale over her shoulder. "Flying this run is going to be a little tricky."

Flying below the clouds by the seat of your pants with mountains everywhere while SAMs try to take you out in cylon controled territory? Sounds like something only a viper jock would sign up for. Even then there are those hanging above the clouds too scared to drop in to the fight. Then again, they're not Toast. Warren's on low approach flying in formation. He keeps his eyes peeled, glancing occasionally to the sides, but paying close attention to where he's going as well…he's not looking to turn in his callsign for another breakfast carb in 'Pancake'. "Great, call em out as you get them," he says before tapping the wireless.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Flight, Butch. Be ready to punch through those clouds as soon as we have an idea of what we're looking at on the ground. Echo, can you see anything?"

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Butch, Toast. We're green over here and on mission. You have the ball."

And wade in they do, with the objective of taking out as many anti-air missile emplacements as possible. Somewhere in the middle of the the charge is Butch, flanked on either side by a viper escort and carrying a full spread of missiles slung across her bus's undercarriage. "I am going to need you to watch that DRADIS like a hawk," she tells Kale over her shoulder. "Flying this run is going to be a little tricky." *RE*'

Phin's thumbs drum against his control stick, like he's tapping out a rhythm for himself as he works it. It's less a sign of nerves, more amphetamines. The uptick in even the intense level of dogfighting over Picon, and one too many fits of falling asleep while on Alert, wore him down about popping some stims. He's flying with Agrippa as his wingman, doing low-altitude escort duty for the bombers. It's touchy flying, so maybe some of the tapping is a little nerves from being down this low.

Flying in space is pretty much nothing like flying over mountains and trees doing arial strikes. Kale is working furiously at his console as they speed around, trying to get something, anything to report, "Frakkin frakkity frak frak." he mutters and turns to the comm grumbling.

[Into the Wireless] Kale says, "Echo, Butch. That's a negative, it's cluster down there sir. We need to get eyes on targets on this run."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Copy, Echo. Flight, let's move in. Loose formation, no trading paint today; let's make it harder for them to get a lock on us. If you find a bead on one of them, take the shot."

This mission is going to tough but when Shattered Castle was call, there was no hesitation on Agrippa's part to volunteer for the missions if a slot was open. Shattered Castle was one of the worst scenarios possible, at least that is what the young pilot learned in the acadmey. Now it's being put into actual use and on Picon. In his Viper, Punchdrunk is flying with Phin, one of the two Vipers flying cover for the ground-strike team.

Devlin's eyes are on the DRADIS and there's nothing, just static and useless shit on the screen, which seems to be confirmed by Kale on the wireless as he nods his head to Toast, "S'right Sir, we're eyes on the prize this time around." He shakes his head and starts to humm a little tune as he flicks his mic off, quickly giving a glance over his armament in the bird and then back to the front viewscreen, looking at the clouds. "We're gonna have to punch through sir, it'll probably look like hell if I'm reading this static right, and we're going to be sitting ducks, so I hope you can dodge a few shots while we shut down the ground sites. Also, keep on smiling sir, it'll only get better."

Bennett smiles slightly as she listens to her backseater muttering to himself. "No rush, Echo. You let me know when you have something I should know." Then, "Hold on." The flight yoke is pushed forward, and the bus's engines come to life as they begin their drop through the clouds at several hundred knots.. and climbing. "We are going to come in low and hot, and hope we do not hit the ground."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Punchie, Dolly. We may need to split up coverage down there. Raiders are supposed to be thick. Your priority is Toast's Pred, mine'll be Butch's Raptor. If things get wild, we can mix it up."

Warren reaches over, flipping a switch on his console, then another, checking things and nods. He's not smiling though, "Copy that. Time to take us down. And Ebb? We're not sitting ducks. We're in a god damn lead slead going down a steep slope covered in ice. Hope you're strapped in," as he finishes that he pushes the stick starting their decent, something thats always fun in atmo, with that oh so wonderful force of gravity.

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Dolly, Punchie. I copy."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Butch, Toast. Copy that, taking her down to say hi and drop off presents."

A blink and Kale looks up and over at Bennett, "Well…If we are gonna crash and die, you be sure to let me know." And then he's back at his console, flipping switches, turning knobs, pushing buttons! Oh the humanity!

Diving through the clouds takes a bit, even at that speed. The layer is about even thousand feet thick and when it breaks into the clear, it breaks very suddenly. Snow is falling, blowing by the canopy glass. Its not terribly thick but it might be a little distracting. Into the late afternoon, though, the sun is waning this far north and the light is dim beneath clouds that thick, casting a gloom almost like a funeral pall over the terrain. To look ahead, it may seem oddly appropriate. The once tall skyscrapers of downtown have been mangled and twisted, partially blown down by what was obviously an airburst nuclear blast. Taller buildings rise and fall, creating an environment for treacherous hide and seek as well as creative flying and dodging. But there is another advantage to being down this low: The DRADIS systems aren't looking 'down' on a bunch of scattered debris, they're looking out ahead and breaking out targets from the rubble is a little easier. And its definitely easier to pick out those three Raiders slowly turning back towards the strike team, range fifteen miles: Right over downtown.

Catching the wireless chatter, Ebb grins and begins flicking through his sensors to bring up visual as their bird pushes into cloud cover. He's watching the grey as it disperses waiting for when it thins and he can finally spot the ground, immediately switching through the various spectrums to see if he can pull up anything useful in their immediate area, while pushing the view out further in the direction of travel, seeing if he can spot the enemy before it can get a lock on them. "Lead sled, sir, gotcha, though we haven't used lead for sleds since…I don't think we ever used lead for sleds, did we?" He shrugs, his eyes still focused on his screens. "Raiders sir," he taps the wireless.

[Into the Wireless] Devlin says, "Flight, Ebb, trio of Raiders on the town, turning back for the show."

[Into the Wireless] Devlin says, "Flight, Ebb, repeat, THREE Raiders above the town."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Ebb, Butch. I see them. Toast, with me. Eyes on the prize. Echo, see if you can give our vipers a hand and get a lock on their weapons signatures."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Ebb, Dolly. Copy that. Let's see if we can cut 'em off."

Having realized he's made a slight communication error, Devlin speaks into his mic once again.

Phin tries to angle toward the coordinates of those three announced Raideres, weapons going hot.

Woosh. Ah snow, Picon snow at that. Warren hasn't seen that in a while but there's really no time to take in the beauty of it. No he's glancing out looking for raiders, as well as sam sites even though picking those out at this distance visually is like picking out an individual snowflake from the mess thats swirling around. Then theres the call about the raiders and he looks up, great. "Copy that Ebb," he says in a tone thats all buisness as he nudges the throttle just a bit farther foward.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Butch, Toast. Copy that, on mission. Punchie, Dolly. Stay frosty out there."

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Dolly, Punchie. I'm on your wing, let's go hunting."

[Into the Wireless] Kale says, "Echo, Butch. Roger that, I'll jam those tincans like there's no tomorrow."

After speaking intot he comm, Kale keeps on his work on the console, "Call out trajectories when you've got em, Captain. I've got Raiders on DRADIS, getting ECM's ready to lock em down."

Closing the distance towards the city, the group faces down between the three Raiders inbound and little else except the snow. Its very, very quiet up there at five hundred feet. Building of the suburbs rush past, below them cars and skeletal remains of human bodies litter the roads and ruins of these neighborhoods. But as they get closer to downtown, the buildings get larger, the potential hiding places for both air defenses and attack aircraft alike get more lucrative. The Raiders just seem to be circling, though, waiting. What's their play? As the flight continues ingressing, everything seems alright… and then every frakking anti-aircraft gun and flak system in the area fires at once. The effect is as rattling as it is breathtaking. Flak bursts all around them and hoses of tracers begin arcing up at them from everywhere. Only then do the Raiders turn and engage.

"Frakfrakfrakfrakfrak" Phin spits that, and so on, as the anti-air systems explode like lethal fireworks into the air around them. He jukes sharply to try and dodge whatever fire might be incoming his way, while also trying to get a bead on a Raider, while also trying not to lose track of Bennett's Raptor or Agrippa's Viper. It's a lot of things.

Devlin's hands are already flying over the consoles, "Throwing up the heavy screen," Devlin tells Toast, as there's an audible electric humm that comes from the forward sensor pod as the power is fed into the beast so that the electromagnetic countermeasures can be sent arcing outwards to scramble the systems of the lead Fox that apparently is coming right for them.

Ahhhh Flak! The snow of war. As it starts pelting everywhere Warren tightens his grip on things, watching the Dradis and the 'field' ahead. "Ebb, call out targets, we are on ground attack. Oh and yeah, gonna be bumpy, they're throwing us a party with fireworks" he says sternly.

"Frak me," Bennett whispers under her breath, blue eyes wide and fixed on the sight below and ahead of them, even as she's beginning evasive maneuvers. Thrusters firewalled with a punch of G forces that briefly plasters them to their seats, she attempts to drag the lumbering bomber out of the path of the foxfire that suddenly lights up beneath them.

Devlin cycles through the targets, painting them across the board for those who need the info. "Three Raiders, and more on the ground, marking locations as I gain visual, putting the humm on," he tells Toast, and slowly dots start appearing on the screen.

Phin swoops in, still tracking Bennett's Raptor, and trying to put himself between her and at least some of the lethality filling the air. If he times it right, maybe he can swing low and then high again, to come around at one of the Raiders targeting Agrippa. If he times it wrong…well, it's not like there's anywhere in the air that's not exploding right now.

It's a trap. It's a trap. It's a trap. That is what Agrippa is thinking to himself when the anti-aircraft blanket opens up on them. Not only that, the Raiders suddenly wake up from hibernation mode and they are all apparently bearing down on him. Grabbing the flightstick, Punchdrunk has to make a quick decision, gain altitude to turn this into a proper dogfight or dive into the city-scape, using the buildings as added obstacles against the trio of Raiders. Choosing the more daring choice, the young pilot puts his Viper into a dive and begins the game of cat and mouse.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Flight, Butch. Northeast target at one one three carom five niner is mine."

<COMBAT> Devlin suppresses Raid3 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Bennett takes careful aim at Fox2.
<COMBAT> Agrippa passes.
<COMBAT> Raid3 attacks Warren with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raid1 attacks Agrippa with KEW - Moderate wound to Nose.
<COMBAT> Kale suppresses Raid2 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Fox1 attacks Phin with HMG - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Warren takes careful aim at Fox1.
<COMBAT> Raid2 attacks Agrippa with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raid1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Fox4 uses a Handgrenade Frag!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Pretty Close To Viper-3470v - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-3470v - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-3470v - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-3470v - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Fox2 attacks Bennett with HMG - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Fox3 uses a Handgrenade Frag!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Close To Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Dropkick has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Viper-3542u has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Agrippa has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Agrippa spends a luck point to keep fighting!

Flack? No problem. Raiders trying to swat him out of the sky? No problem. Warren nods as the first target and shifts his angle, flipping a switch to ready the bombs. "Time to target 15 seconds," Warren intones as he works out the math double checking the hud. "Line me up the next target Ebb, want to know where I'm headed next."

<FS3> Agrippa rolls Piloting: Great Success.
<FS3> Agrippa rolls Piloting: Good Success.
<FS3> Dropkick rolls 5: Good Success.
<FS3> Dropkick rolls 6: Failure.

Agrippa knows that what he is attempting is a bit riskier since flying into the ruins of the city was not only a double edged sword, it also prohibited him from going full evasive, lest he had a wish to crash into one ofthe buildings. And it does cost him, one of the Raiders rakes the front of his Viper with KEW fire, causing him fighter to dip a bit more than he wanted, almost spinning out. However, he is able to wrestle control back and quickly slips under neath one of the broken skyscrapers, leaning against the building next to it. Once past the initial collapsed skyscraper, there is more debris right after it and this is where Agrippa pulls back hard on the flightstick, a steep climb safely out of the way. The firs tRaider manages to follow him with no issues, the second was not so lucky as it slams into the building, exploding rather brilliantly.

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Dolly, Punchie. One Raider down, couldn't follow, the second one is still following."

With the ECM humming at full power, Devlin grins as he's tossed about in his seat and rolls with the movements that Toast puts the bird through. Still getting used to the Captain's antics, he misses a turn and nead slams his face into the console, but there's no sound of shells bouncing off the skin of their flying coffin, so he grins, "Either they're not shooting at us, or you're doing a damn fine job, sir! Looks like one Raider down in the debris," he watches and manages to ping a location from the flak fire, "There sir, coming up on your screen, now!" A nice happy red blip for the ground forces, something that Toast can put a bead on.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Flight, Sing out if you're hit. Let us know you're not dead"

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Frak, Punchie! Did you just gank a Raider with a building!?" Phin can't help but laugh. "Don't kill yourself down there."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Flight, Butch. Looks like the foxfires are angling for a foursome with me. Some help would be appreciated."

Phin manages not to get himself killed by anti-air fire, though it does try, and swings hiimself around to get in a parting shot at one of the Raiders. He scans down toward the city, to make absolutely sure Agrippa did not die while playing with buildings, then wheels around hard to make an attempt to cover Butch. So much as he might hope to.

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "That's a copy, Dolly. The Raider peeled off and is moving to engage Butch, moving to cover."

"Frak frak frak, we've incoming. Lots and lots of incoming, Butch." Kale calls out as he taps several buttons and turns a knob, "I've got ECM's targetted, but we are need some fancy fancy flying here!"

Whatever Bennett's doing up there, she's certainly got the attention of the foxfire turrets now. Flak streaks off her windscreen and punches through her cockpit in a couple of spots, narrowly missing the pilot herself as she dives and swoops toward her target. Two more flak guns turn on her, and then a third, and she shoves her thrusters to the wall as she prepares to drop their payload. "I will do the best that I can," she offers calmly over her shoulder to Kale. "The rest is up to the gods." Despite her words, her hand is shaking slightly where it grips the flight yoke and she has her lower lip caught between her teeth.

<COMBAT> Bennett uses a Bomb Racks!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Fox3 - Critical wound to Head.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox3 - Serious wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox3 - ARMOR on Right Foot stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox3 - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox3 - ARMOR on Right Foot stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox3 - ARMOR on Right Foot stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raid3 with KEW - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Warren uses a Bomb Racks!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Fox1 - Critical wound to Head.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - ARMOR on Left Foot stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - Critical wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - Serious wound to Left Foot (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - Serious wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox1 - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kale suppresses Raid3 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raid1 with KEW - Critical wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Devlin suppresses Raid1 with ECM. <unsuccessful>
<COMBAT> Raid1 attacks Bennett with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Fox4 uses a Handgrenade Frag!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - Critical wound to ECM.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Fox2 attacks Bennett with HMG - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Bennett - Light wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> Fox1 attacks Bennett with HMG and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raid3 attacks Bennett with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Fox3 uses a Handgrenade Frag!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Far From Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Dropkick has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Raptor-2350o has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Bennett has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Kale has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Fox1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Fox3 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raid3 has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Bennett spends a luck point to keep fighting!

<COMBAT> Kale spends a luck point to keep fighting!

Click….and woosh, bombs away. Bombs off and on their trajectory warren pulls the stick up, getting some altitude, just enough to clear the buildings for the turn. towards the next red blip, "Copy that Ebb, lining up on the next target. How was the splash on the last one?" Even then he's more calculating his turn, his attack angle, as he glances to the airspeed, and altitude readouts checking them as he works the throttle and pedals in tandem, "And how're the skies looking. We clear?"

Devlin nods his head, his jamming pod still operating under full power, "Looks like we're clearing the skies, we've got a read on the last Raider, but it's trailing smoke a half klick long, should be down if someone throws a stone at it, is my guess, as for the ground sir, we've still got two SAM's poking up at us, they should be on your scree now!"

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Flight, sing out. Who's still flying?"

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Flight, Dolly. I'm good! Just spotting one Raider left. How's the ground look?"

[Into the Wireless] Devlin says, "Flight, Ebb. Ground is cleaning up, two more foxers on the ground, lighting them up. Thanks for the cover, I'll buy you a coffee."

It's like watching a swarm of hornets attack a honey bee. Bennett's raptor strafes in, nose up, as she tries to play hide and seek amongst the hulks of buckled buildings and heaps of rubble while maintaining a visual on her target. But with all the weaponry trained on her, it isn't long before the rounds poured on her bird begin to cut through her flanks. One particularly lucky shot punches through her cockpit and rattles around a couple of times before slinging itself out the windscreen. When it's all said and done, there's smoke trailing from her wing, blood soaking the arm of her flight suit, and her bus is slipping into a nosedown dive. "Echo.. Echo, are you all right back there? See if you can get that ECM in working order.. I'm trying to get attitude controls back." And she does.. barely.

Phin loses track of Bennett's Raptor momentarily in the hail of explosions and air cannon fire. He manages to shoot a sizeable hole in the wing of the Raider he's tracking, but the thing remains aloft. Cursing, he goes in for another shot.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Flight, Butch. We're still *fizzt* air, but hurting badly. Breaking off attack run *fizzt* -vide suppresion."

Bennett does not even seem to have noticed that they smoked one of the foxfires, in all the mayhem.

One more Raider down as his burst of triple autocannons punches through the cockpit area of the toaster he was targeting, the red visor shattering and the remenants of the Cylon spiraling down in a smokey trail. Punchdrunk is very tempted to go on a strafing run but the zone is too hot so he pulls back from his gentle dive. This time, he hunts for the last Raider that Phin had already put a hurting into.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Punchie, Dolly, this is Toast. Cover Butch, she sounds in a bad way. I'm continuing my attack runs"

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Flight, *fizzt* -ffirmative, continue attack run."

Well, they were doing ok. Then all hell broke loose. He managed to suppress a raptor just to have shrapnel shred through the raptor. A few shards of metal fling by Kale and one into his console, "FRAK ME!" he calls out, "Right. Frak. Right! Ok, I'm on it Captain, just keep us moving!" And with that he gets under the console, pulling out a panel to try and get them working again.

<COMBAT> Kale treats Raptor-2350o:
< Cockpit (Moderate): unsuccessful
< ECM (Critical): unsuccessful
< Cockpit (Moderate): unsuccessful
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Raid1 attacks Bennett with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raid1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Controls.
<COMBAT> Warren takes careful aim at Fox2.
<COMBAT> Devlin suppresses Raid1 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raid1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Fox2 attacks Agrippa with HMG - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Fox4 uses a Handgrenade Frag!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Pretty Close To Predator-9721j - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-9721j - ARMOR on Engine stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-9721j - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-9721j - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-9721j - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-9721j - Moderate wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Dropkick has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

Phin pings the Raider's increasingly battered frame, his shot matching Agrippa's, but the thing remains airbourn. He curses to himself in the cockpit, and goes around for another pass.

KA-BOOM! Flack shell right there back end of the predator. Warren grunts, "Frakin hell. Hope you're alright back there. See what you can do back there. On target in 15." He glances at the the warning light and punches the master alarm to turn it off so he can concentrate on his attack angle.

Bennett's raptor is barely in any shape to be flying, let alone strafing in on live flak guns. In fact, betty is bitching up a storm at the moment with warnings about weapons being offline, attitude controls on the fritz, and engine number two failing. "Give it everything you've got, Echo," she calls over her shoulder. "I will try to keep us airborne." She ignores the blood trickling down the arm of her flight suit, and the pain when she grips the shuddering flight yoke to try to keep them steady.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Fraking Flak. Still up in the air, still on mission. Gotta love this flak."

Devlin chuckles at his console, "Missile going hot, we're clearing the ground, sir!" Ebb's voice is a bit excited as he's watching the red go off his screen in waves, "We've got this, though I'm still watching the skies, see if there's anything hiding," There's a lightening thunk as the releases go and the missile drops from the bottom of the predator, it's guidance system kicking in as Devlin paints the Fox in the distance, watching with the corner of his eye as he still scans the viewscreen.

"Frak!" Echo calls out as he tries to re-wire the console and there's a loud crackle of electricty and some smoke puffing up around the ECM controls, "So…I got some bad news…And some less bad news." He gets back into his seat, "ECM is down, but I think I've got enough control to get a missile lock." And so he gets back behind that smoking console and starts getting a lock on one of those SAMs.

"Then we will have to manage without it," Bennett answers, pragmatic as ever. "I am trying to keep us on a steady course.." She breathes, in and out. An attempt to settle her nerves. "You can do this."

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Fox4 with Missile AP - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Kale attacks Fox4 with Missile Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Warren uses a Bomb Racks!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Fox2 - Critical wound to Head.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox2 - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox2 - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox2 - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox2 - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox2 - Light wound to Right Foot (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox2 - Critical wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox2 - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox2 - Serious wound to Right Foot (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox2 - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox2 - Critical wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox2 - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Fox2 - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Fox2 attacks Phin with HMG and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Bennett takes careful aim at Fox4.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raid1 with KEW - Serious wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Raid1 attacks Warren with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raid1 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Fox4 uses a Handgrenade Frag!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - Serious wound to ECM.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Engine stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - Critical wound to ECM.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-2350o - ARMOR on Engine stops the attack!
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Kale - Light wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> Dropkick has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Raptor-2350o has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Bennett has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Kale has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Fox2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Fox4 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raid1 has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Bennett spends a luck point to keep fighting!

Emboldened by the success of the Eleventh's crews down below the cloud cover, one by one other aircraft dive below and begin engaging targets. With the involvement of the new craft, things get far mroe intense quickly. SAM systems begin lighting up and throwing their missiles at the incoming aircraft and attacks begin anew even as the light of day begins to fade from the field. With dwindling munitions and some heavy damage, the crews are forced to depart the field and head home for more.

Devlin laughs and shouts for joy, jumping up a whole ONE inch before the restraints bite down hard into his shoulders and his cheer becomes a yelp, "We got em sir! Both Foxes are off the map, smoking husks and this zone is clear for now, at least…" he pauses as he looks at screen, he starts chatting quickly on the wireless and then looks over to Toast, "We're going to have to see what Butch's machine is like, she's flickering on the screen and I'm getting srange readings from her craft, not to mention that smoke trail that she's leaving, I'll see if I can get through to her."

Warren last bombs away, and oh look missiles too. Maybe he wasn't quite expecting to see missile launches but hell, more exploding toasters is always good. Either way he's pulling on the stick, heading up, working to gain altitude. "Nice shooting back there," he says, "Keep an eye on them."

[Into the Wireless] Devlin says, "Butch, Ebb. Your bird looks like hell, can you you make space? Can you read?"

Phin veers away from the Raider debris and Agrippa's last shot finishes the thing off, sparing one wide-eyed look down at the city. That's a lot of exploding. He takes it as more or less a good sign, and forms up to track the Raptor again.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Flight, Toast. SAMs are down, our payload has been dropped. Punchie, Dolly, Lets give Butch an escort back to the airstrip."

Bennett is going to need a little more than munitions; she'll likely be requisitioning deck for a new raptor. As the last foxfire on their attack run is taken out by one of the flight's predators, Bennett pulls back on the flight yoke and coaxes their bus skyward. The raptor's shadow sprawls across the rubble and gradually diminishes and disperses as the bird seeks atmo. Smoke still trails thick and black from one wing, and the number two engine sputters and flares as it struggles to keep spinning.

[Into the Wireless] Devlin says, "Flight, Ebb. Cannot reach Butch on the coms, can anyone get a close visual? Seems like she's still flying, but all that smoke…"

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Ebb, Butch. I *fzzt* -py. Please *fzzt* Orion that we will be coming in hot. I repeat *fzzzzzzzt* -in hot. Toast, you have the flight."

The Raider was easy pickings, already a flying scrap with how much damage Phin and Agrippa already put into it so when the latter pilot fires off another accurate salvo, the toaster is gone. That is when Punchdrunk sees the other friendlies that were afraid to dip through the cloud cover finally join the party and Operation Shattered Castle fully under way. He is still keeping an eye out of anymore immediate threats but os far, there are none.

Well, Kale had a good run of being a really good ECO. This was not his best flight. That last series of hits left a piece of shrapnel in his arm, his head getting slammed into the console and another electric shock from the exposed, frayed on fire wiring. So there's Kale, slumped in his seat, unresponsive for the moment.

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Toast, Punchie. I copy, will be flying course escort for Butch, will only engage if engaged upon."

Once they're out of range of the foxfires, Bennett twists around to glance over her shoulder at Kale. "Echo, are you—" Well, frak. She can hardly climb out of her seat to check on him, so she hangs tight and thumbs on her radio again. Orion will need to be informed that medical is required on the flight deck.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Butch, Toast. Copy I have the Flight. Can your bird make the Orion. Suggest the airstrip before getting you back up to Orion."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. Copy. With the Rapor. Home sweet home."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Toast, Butch. Affirmative. We *fzzt* put down on the airstrip. *fzzt* require medical for Echo."

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