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Hilts whistled slowly, looking down at the valley below. After a brief stop at a known (to the Federation) rebel camp upwards of the fourth cataract, he was in the air again, and had been there for almost ten hours. He wasn't too sure on what sort of plan the EFGF was cooking in Africa, but he knew he wanted to be gone, and how. These skies weren't quite right for him. Luckily he'd met up with some reinforcements from Gibralter, and the ragtag group of fighter pilots was trying their best to stir some trouble in Africa without getting shot down, but as of yet neither had happened. Hilts loved trouble, but he hated Africa, and the fates didn't seem willing to compromise. "Sir, I'm picking up a rather large bogey coming due Northeast, moving in fast. It's too small to be a Gaw, but it's not a plane." Hilts looked over, his weathered eyes squinting to see off that far. "The hell is that thing..." Mujib Mohammad Shahryar, test pilot and famed demolitions expert, had caught Federal fighters on his way to Cairo, and he was going to, in his own words, blow them the fuck up. The Apsalas, aided by its Minovski Craft system, sailed towards their targets with a speed and grace impressive for something that looked like a monster one would flush down the toilet. Unfortunately however, without backup or long range weaponry, Mohammad was a little bit outgunned. Before he managed to get in range warning lights shot over his console as six long range anti aircraft missiles shot towards him from the Depp Rog Hilts was escorting. Shahryar banked right, a turn easily done with his Minovski craft, the pulse from the system destroying two of the missiles, but without good particle interference the other four turned in a wide arc, the particle stream from the Apsalas's M-craft system unable to deter them. Another 6 missiles exited the Depp Rog, and now with missiles in front and behind him, Mohammads only choice was to go straight up, letting winds and fire from his mobile armors vulcans destroy half the missiles. But there were still 5 on his tail, and all of them landed, and so did the Apsalas, into the desert sand. Ten minutes later, Hilts found himself wishing he had brought a book. Virgil Hilts: 3 VP gained, no damage. Mujib Mohammad Shahryar: 4 days damage, 6 VP gained |