The air wing goes after some reinforcements headed for Port Powell.
Location: Over Picon
Related Scenes: None
Plot: Operation: Bullhorn
Scene Number: 1607
It was an ordinary CAP in the theater near the ongoing offensive to reclaim Port Powell when the call came in. Stirling relayed it to the rest of the flight. "Flight, Whisper - forward observers have reported a flight of mostly heavy raiders moving towards the city from the north. Best guess is they're bringing in reinforcements. We've been tasked to go bring them down. Form up and let's go hunting."
"Whisper, Banshee. Copy that. Coming around on that trajectory. Jigger, I have your wing and Whisper's back." Aubrey gooses her Viper to a higher speed and settles into formation, giving Alain a thumbs up as she swings around to level out on the flank of Stirling's Raptor.
"Roger that, Whisper. Forming up on you." Alain's voice comes through accompanied by some of his Gemenese music, which he turns down as they settle in for a hunt. "Why is it always heavy raiders?" he mutters. "Banshee, let's focus down whatever Whisper doesn't obliterate, get them out of our skies." He's returning her thumbs up, the familiar gesture making him grin as he settles in on Whisper's other side.
Calliope is in the pilot's seat of her Raptor, her trusty - but soft-spoken - ECO in the backseat keeping an ever-watchful eye on the skies. At Stirling's word, she makes a few quick course adjustments based on the CAG's relay. "Whisper, Soundbite. Acknowledged. Stingray, Kestrel, forming up in a covering position with you guys."
Relatively comfortably in place in his Viper's cockpit, Paquette mutters something under his breath before looking towards his wingman, offering a brief nod. That done, he turns his attention back to the work at hand, acknowledging what's said on the comms. "Time for a show," he comments to himself, quietly.
"Whisper, Stingray. Copy that." Hunter's drawl comes over the coms. "I got your wing, Soundbite. Lets swat these pests and get home." He adds with a soft chuckle as he swings his ship into formation with Calliope's raptor and Ines' viper. Waving just slightly over towards the other pilots with a lazy gesture before he lets his eyes scan the skies for shiny targets.
"Kestrel copies." She must be in a better mood today than she was last she flew on Hunter's wing, because Ines' helmet is visibly tipping one way, then the other, in time with whatever she's listening to in there. She keeps her attention split between the displays in front of her and the pair of aircraft she's assigned to fly with, only the occasional glance spared for the landscape below them.
The flight passes over the city below, where smoke, chrome, and other signs of fighting can be seen here and there. Then they coast over the suburbs to the north, where their DRADIS pings with the inbound raiders. "Flight, engage at will," Stirling orders.
"Whisper, Banshee. We'll soften one of them up for you," Aubrey calls over the comm. She falls into formation with Alain, taking their two-pronged attack to one of the heavies.
Calliope's ECO gets to work on the jamming frequencies, while she maintains a steady covering formation. Wings are waggled, with a shift of her Raptor's bulk, at Hunter and Ines as she engages.
"Banshee, Jigger -- you mean soften them up into debris," Alain adds with a tone of determination in response to Aubrey's words. "Coming in on the right hand side, watch your flank as we head in, Banshee."
"Oh no, you don't..." Paquette mutters to himself as he sees the enemy raiders, and who they are targetting. Rolling a bit into position, he moves for one of them, firing as he gets into position.
"And...showtime." Hunter murmurs to himself as he reaches out to tap against the battered metal of a battered bottle opener in the shape of a bright red speedboat. The DRADIS shouts at him of contacts as he notes Calliope beginning to do her best to keep them off of the Vipers. And he is thankful for that considering he seems to be popular. This is nothing new though as the pilot just smirks as he lets his targeting system paint the lead ship. The familiar feeling of his ship shuddering to the tune of his weapons is comforting.
Aubrey comes in at the Heavy on the opposite flank Alain does, and she shreds the body of the ship with KEW fire. She spins away, watching the Cylon vessel break apart, but not before seeing one of the light raiders take a shot on her wingman. "Jigger, Banshee, you doing ok? That looked like a bad hit."
Stirling flinches a little as a glancing blow from cannon fire takes a chunk out of her control panel. But a quick check shows all systems green. "Nice work flight. Targeting that last Heavy."
There's an audible alarm informing Ines that she's being targeted, but for the time being the Heavies are the priority, and she and Hunter align on the same one accordingly, trusting Soundbite to keep them in the clear. It's a strategy that pays off, the airspace soon less one Heavy, and the interference Calliope's ECO creates is more than enough to give Ines breathing room, the shots fired her way angled wide. The report from Aubrey over the comm is less good; the Leonese pilot leans, craning her head around to see if she can spot Jigger's viper, but it's out of view. "Stingray, Kestrel. Why don't you help Whisper deal with Soundbite's new friend? I'll pick on the Raider on your tail."
Calliope does do her level best to keep the Raiders off the Vipers. There's a wince from her as the CAG gets pinged, if not too deeply. "Flight, Soundbite. Looks like I've picked up a tail. I'll do my best to shake him." Her attention turns to trying to flit around the heavy, while also trying to keep Ines and Hunter in her field of vision. There's a /lot/ that goes on when flying at these speeds.
Alain's shot strikes the heavy -- barely more than a dint -- before Aubrey's fire from the other side rakes the heavy. "Banshee, Jigger. Nice shooting! Let's ge--" and then he breaks off as one of the raiders gets off a successful shot that tears through the body of his viper. Alarms go off, and the impact makes him spin for a moment before he regains control. "Banshee, Jigger. I'm good here. Nothing I can't handle." That rattle when he tries to bank hard is probably fine. "Let's clean them up."
Paquette frowns as his own shots miss, but he keeps moving for the same enemy, letting out a bit of a breath. There are some glances to DRADIS every now and then, to see how the others are doing, before he fires again.
"Kestrel, Stingray. I'll take that suggestion. Appriciate it." Hunter calls back as he jukes his Viper out of the line of fire. The sudden manuver combined with Calliope's assistance enough to send the rounds of the Raider on his tail wide. He sends the Viper around in a harsh turn to bring his nose towards the Heavy moving on Soundbite to rake fire towards it. "Come on you big shiny target, do what you do best and explode."
"That's the last of the transports. Nice shooting," Stirling says. "Mop up the rest of them, and then we'll head back to re-fuel and re-arm." Combat maneuvering is hell on the fuel reserves.
Aubrey's Viper sweeps in behind the light that was firing at her wingman, making it miss it's next shot on Alain, before her KEW fire blows it apart. "That's another one down!" Aubrey crows over the channel. She cranes her neck to keep an eye on Alain and grins at his own kill. "Nice shooting, Jigger!"
This time, Alain manages to avoid the shots of the raider on his tail while his wingmate hunts it down. "Nice shooting, Banshee," he approves, a kind of tension in his voice. Turning and burning is harder with his viper damaged -- just a little smoke appearing in his wake as he burns after one of the raiders. "Kestrel, Jigger. One the one after you, I'm coming up from your one-sixty. Next time you turn, I'll thrash the frak out of him." It's bravado, maybe -- but true nonetheless, earning a whoop of joy, "All clear on your tail, Kestrel," he reports, as he circles -- more wide than usual -- around again.
Paquette lets out a bit of a breath as he manages to hit the target. "Come on..." he mutters, as he switches to more aggressive flying. "Good job, everyone," he says, over the comms.
The reason for Alain's wide circle soon becomes clear -- the smoke from his earlier damage intended as a distraction for the raider currently on Hunter's tail.
Calliope breathes out a sigh of relief as the heavy's fire misses her bus. And the thing pays for its trouble by being blown to bits by the Vipers. "Whisper, Stingray, my backside is clear. Thanks for that." She continues playing defense, sending out ways of interference at the remaining toasters.
There is a lot of trust in his wingman and in the Raptor he's protecting on Hunter's part as he swings the Viper around though that steady raking pass to turn the last of the transports into tinfoil. A vicious grin from Hunter and a whoop as his own friend swoops past and catches nothing but air. "Appriciate that you two." A pause for a moment. "Save the thanks till we get home, Soundbite. I think I can scrounge up a celebration round or two." He calls as he swoops his Viper around to confront his own tail. He /likes/ jousting.
In the faint shadows thrown by her helmet, and the multihued glow of light splashed onto her faceplate by the displays in her cockpit, Ines flashes a little smile. "Copy that, Jigger." She tries to coordinate her bank to give the other pilot a clear shot, and her own fire, but the compromise results in streaking KEW fire merely grazing her target. It's not a total wash, though, because her hanger-on disintegrates, and Hunter and Whisper efficiently chew through the remaining Heavy.
"Jigger, Kestrel. Thanks for the assist. Stingray, I'm staying on-target." A heads-up, because, you know. Crossfire is a thing.
Aubrey swings around on the Raider chasing the CAG, and she growls when it zigs and zags away from her KEW fire. "Whisper, Banshee, that one on your tail is slippery. Watch it!"
"Anytime, Soundbite," Stirling replies to Calliope. She takes some evasive maneuvers for the Raider on her tail, allowing her ECO to take shots at it with the tail gun. Stubborn little frakkers though, these last two.
"Banshee, Jigger. You good over there?" Alain calls over the wireless, as he burns past the raider Ines and Hunter are focused on. He falls silent, gritting his teeth at the results of the sharp turn -- rougher than usual thanks to the damage to his viper -- has on him -- but manages to do another pass past the raider, highly visible thanks to the smoke.
"Copy that Banshee," Stirling says. "Going to lead him on a little chase here, hopefully one of you can get a clear shot."
"It's been like that ever since we got started," Paquette comments to the part about the Raider. "It's starting to irritate me a little." Moving into position to try taking out the Raider again now.
"Roger that, Kestrel. Lets put paid on this one shall we?" Hunter calls as he rakes fire down the side of his target and finds nothing but more armor. There is a soft grumble from the pilot. "Trying to give you a clear shot, I'll roast him after."
"Jigger, Banshee, right as rain. Just chasing down this squirrely straggler," Aubrey replies to Alain with a grin.
Calliope swerves her bus around to take a more offensive position, her ECO switching from the electronic jamming frequencies to the good old rear gun. "Stingray, Soundbite. We're coming about to assist with the bandit on you."
"You have fun with that, Banshee," Alain replies with a laugh, knowing it's probably anything but. Those slippery raiders are definitely the worst. He's levelling out, exhaling as he comes past for another run past the raider. "Anytime, Kestrel. Trying to distract your friend to give you and Stingray a clear shot. Let me know if you need me to duck." Figuratively, presumably.
There's no further radio communication from Ines, but she double-taps the open comm to signal she's heard everything as she and Hunter bank, and Alain streaks out ahead of them, leaving trails of dark smoke in his wake that earn a faint frown. She adjusts to accommodate for Soundbite as the Raptor closes in, and murmurs something in her native tongue, eyes pinned to the squirrelly Raider.
"Nice shooting Whisper, Jukebox!" Aubrey calls over the comm. She turns her attention to the last Raider, working to suppress it's shots.
"Wasp did all the work on our side," Stirling said, downplaying the fancy flying involved in setting up the shot for her ECO. "We're going to try to draw that one off Jukebox to set up a better shot."
Nodding a bit as he sees the Raider go down, Paquette climbs a bit to get into a position where he can fire at the remaining Raider from another angle, to hopefully help taking the thing down. As he gains the altitude, he makes sure not to catch any friendly ones in the line of fire, before attacking.
Calliope maintains her focus on the remaining raider, her ECO pinging at it while it still flies. She's also gone quiet on the comms, intent on seeing clearing the sky and monitoring for additional traffic.
Between the rest of the squadron aiming at the bee on his ass and the his own flying the Raider on his tail catches nothing but air as Hunter jerks his Viper into a manuver that the safty systems just don't recommend. "I think he likes me." He grumbles over the coms as he notes the next to last Raider turn into a ball of fire.
Alain's attempt to draw past the path of the raider doesn't quite work this time -- as the raider's turning the other direction to attempt another shot at Hunter. With a grimace, as an abrupt prayer to Ares, the Gemenese pilot grits his teeth and makes another jaw-rattling hard turn to try and keep the raider distracted with the smoke out of his viper as the other pilots take it down.
"You always did have a habit of attracting the wrong kind of attention," Ines mutters, though she has the sense to keep that off of the comms, at least. It's a dry remark fed by old experience, memories, and the mounting, mild irritation she always feels when she isn't able to achieve what she's attempting in a firefight. At least the rest of the field is clear -- it's only a matter of time.
In the end it's Paquette who lands the 'killing' blow, with a solid assist from Calliope. The sight of that silver body breaking apart into fire earns a slow exhale. "All clear."
"Now that's what I call teamwork," Aubrey quips over the comm as the last raider is blown apart. "All right, let's get Jigger and his bird landed safe and sound so the techs can shriek at him."
As she said she would, Stirling zips in front of the remaining Raider, breaking up its run on Hunter and making it a little easier to hit. "Nice work, everyone," she says when the flight takes advantage of that opening. "Let's RTB."
"Copy that. Returning to base," Calliope says, laying in a course for home. Her ECO remains on the rear gun during their exit, watchful.
As the Raider goes down, Paquette lets out a bit of a cheer, keeping that one inside the cockpit. As he hears the part about returning to base, he nods a bit. "Copy. Returning to base." He looks around rather carefully to make sure there
As the Raider goes down, Paquette lets out a bit of a cheer, keeping that one inside the cockpit. As he hears the part about returning to base, he nods a bit. "Copy. Returning to base." He looks around rather carefully to make sure there's no others attacking them as he does, though.
In the wake of his wingmate's comment, Alain is groaning. "Feel free not to go that fast," he says. "I already owe the deck chief a beer." He straightens up the viper, smoke still trailing out behind him as he forms up on Whisper. "Roger that, RTB."
Its not Hunter's fault he's a friendly guy! The pilot does breath a silent sigh of relief as he watches the Raider on his tail turn into a fireball. "Looks like I owe several someones extra bottles tonight." He adds with a wry smile as he starts to form up on Ines' wing for the travel home. "Copy, RTB." He does call out though as he starts to edge his way home. "And don't worry, most techs loose their voice around the half hour mark. You'll be fine."