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US Navy pilot Daniel Thomas glanced at the HUD once more. The Russian MiG-29Ks were closing in on the battlegroup his Northrop Grumman F-14 Tomcat was tasked with defending, and had ignored the warnings that were sent out by the [i]Eisenhower[i/], the Nimitz and the British carrier, Ark Royal.
If they came within another fifty miles, he was to let them have it.
He paused for breath, but only a short one. The fighters were closing at a combined speed of over 1000mph. He looked once more at the Head Up Display, and saw the MiG Fulcrums cross that invisible barrier.
"Weapons free! Fire at will!" he called to the rest of his flight of four F-14s.
All of the F-14s fired their Phoenix missiles at once. With a maximum range of over 90 miles, the Phoenix was well within its lmits.
Nearly $32 of ordnance had been fired, and 10 of the MiGs were blotted from radar. Two missiles had malfunctioned, three had missed, and two had hit the same target.
Now Daniel switched to his two Sparrow missiles.
He had to wait for the MiGs to get within 28 miles. It didn't take long.
Then the MiGs launched their own "Alamo" missiles, which his F-14s maneuvered to avoid. One missile hit, but Daniel was relieved to see the pilot ejecting safely.
Now they returned fire, each F-14 firing one Sparrow, as the radar could only control one of these at a time, compared to six Pheonix missiles.
They all hit, and Daniel fired another Sparrow. His and his flight's missiles hit true once more, and there was now only five MiGs left.
Now it was up to the Sidewinders, and Daniel was worried. The MiG-29 was known to be deadly in a dogfight.
His Sidewinders had a longer range than the Russian's missiles, so when the planes came within 5 miles, he opened fire with both Sidewinders.
One plane was destroyed. The other jinked quickly, causing the missile to miss. Now Daniel knew that every missile fired from his flight had to hit, or the MiGs would get close enough to launch their missiles, and dogfight with cannons, which the MiGs would surely win.
His wingman fired, and both missiles hit.
Now it was left to the last F-14. It fired both missiles, one slightly after the other.
The first hit the lead MiG. The second was aimed at the same pilot Thomas had aimed at.
He jinked, and the missile flew by.
He continued onwards, and fired his own missiles.
Daniel dodged the missile aimed at him, but his wingman wasn't so lucky. He looked on in horror as his wingman's plane blew up.
He hadn't ejected.
The MiG zoomed past, firing a quick burst from its cannon. It then went into a loop.
Daniel rolled his fighter into the turn, and levelled out head on with the MiG.
It was a game of chicken, neither fighter willing to move.
The cannons fired, but had little impact.
As the planes got closer to each other, both pilots dodged to one side.
Daniel went left, and was horrified to see the MiG choose the same route.
Neither pilot had time to eject or evade as the two planes collided in mid-air.
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President Victor Allard bowed his head in sadness as his Secretary of Defence told him what had happened.
"The Russians overwhelmed us Mr. President, sending waves of MiGs and Bears to get our attention, then hitting us hard with the Backfire bombers, and those damned Kitchen missiles. I'm afraid that the Nimitz has sunk, the Eisenhower is damaged, and the Ark Royal is in a bad way. Over a thousand men are dead, pilots and sailors alike."
Victor almost wished he had a bomb big enough to blow Moscow off the face of the planet, but he knew that the nuiclear research was behind schedule, but still ahead of the Russians, the American's main enemy.
"Sir, all AEGIS cruisers will have to have changes made, they need to carry more ammo for their anti-missile defences, so they aren't overwhelmed like they were today."
"Yes, you may give the order to do that." Victor sank into deep concentration about how best to react to the attacks.
His SecDef knew when it was time to leave.
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President Jean Ducos (pronounced Dew-co) of France sipped on his wine, and grinned at his generals.
America was going to pay a heavy price for its constant meddling in European affairs, as would that traitorous Britain, a country that was nothing more than a US lapdog.
The French divisions, instead of going up to the front line to support the Germans, Americans and British like planned, would actually move up and attack from behind, stabbing them in the back. With the Russians attacking from the front, the allied armies would be crushed.
And Ducos would expand his empire and hurt those meddling fools. Russia would claim a nice piece of land, much more than he, but he was content with his cut.
He also knew Russia had plans to invade Britain and Iceland after this part of the war was over, destroying the Greenland/Iceland/Britain line that the US used to prevent Russian subs reaching the Atlantic, and crushing the damned arrogant British in the process.
And America would be left, standing alone.
Then their President would have to come here, to "neutral" Paris to sign a peace treaty.
That would be a sight, Jean thought happily. Seeing that arrogant son of a b*tch grovel before him.
Yes, he decided. It was going to be one lovely war.
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This story is not based on a Civ3 game, more from memory of the game's mechanics and my imagination, as I have lost my CD. Anyway, I was reading stories again and it inspired me to write this. Do you want to read more? If so, please tell me, and if not, please tell me why!
Thanks,
Chris
If they came within another fifty miles, he was to let them have it.
He paused for breath, but only a short one. The fighters were closing at a combined speed of over 1000mph. He looked once more at the Head Up Display, and saw the MiG Fulcrums cross that invisible barrier.
"Weapons free! Fire at will!" he called to the rest of his flight of four F-14s.
All of the F-14s fired their Phoenix missiles at once. With a maximum range of over 90 miles, the Phoenix was well within its lmits.
Nearly $32 of ordnance had been fired, and 10 of the MiGs were blotted from radar. Two missiles had malfunctioned, three had missed, and two had hit the same target.
Now Daniel switched to his two Sparrow missiles.
He had to wait for the MiGs to get within 28 miles. It didn't take long.
Then the MiGs launched their own "Alamo" missiles, which his F-14s maneuvered to avoid. One missile hit, but Daniel was relieved to see the pilot ejecting safely.
Now they returned fire, each F-14 firing one Sparrow, as the radar could only control one of these at a time, compared to six Pheonix missiles.
They all hit, and Daniel fired another Sparrow. His and his flight's missiles hit true once more, and there was now only five MiGs left.
Now it was up to the Sidewinders, and Daniel was worried. The MiG-29 was known to be deadly in a dogfight.
His Sidewinders had a longer range than the Russian's missiles, so when the planes came within 5 miles, he opened fire with both Sidewinders.
One plane was destroyed. The other jinked quickly, causing the missile to miss. Now Daniel knew that every missile fired from his flight had to hit, or the MiGs would get close enough to launch their missiles, and dogfight with cannons, which the MiGs would surely win.
His wingman fired, and both missiles hit.
Now it was left to the last F-14. It fired both missiles, one slightly after the other.
The first hit the lead MiG. The second was aimed at the same pilot Thomas had aimed at.
He jinked, and the missile flew by.
He continued onwards, and fired his own missiles.
Daniel dodged the missile aimed at him, but his wingman wasn't so lucky. He looked on in horror as his wingman's plane blew up.
He hadn't ejected.
The MiG zoomed past, firing a quick burst from its cannon. It then went into a loop.
Daniel rolled his fighter into the turn, and levelled out head on with the MiG.
It was a game of chicken, neither fighter willing to move.
The cannons fired, but had little impact.
As the planes got closer to each other, both pilots dodged to one side.
Daniel went left, and was horrified to see the MiG choose the same route.
Neither pilot had time to eject or evade as the two planes collided in mid-air.
***********************************************
President Victor Allard bowed his head in sadness as his Secretary of Defence told him what had happened.
"The Russians overwhelmed us Mr. President, sending waves of MiGs and Bears to get our attention, then hitting us hard with the Backfire bombers, and those damned Kitchen missiles. I'm afraid that the Nimitz has sunk, the Eisenhower is damaged, and the Ark Royal is in a bad way. Over a thousand men are dead, pilots and sailors alike."
Victor almost wished he had a bomb big enough to blow Moscow off the face of the planet, but he knew that the nuiclear research was behind schedule, but still ahead of the Russians, the American's main enemy.
"Sir, all AEGIS cruisers will have to have changes made, they need to carry more ammo for their anti-missile defences, so they aren't overwhelmed like they were today."
"Yes, you may give the order to do that." Victor sank into deep concentration about how best to react to the attacks.
His SecDef knew when it was time to leave.
**************************************************
President Jean Ducos (pronounced Dew-co) of France sipped on his wine, and grinned at his generals.
America was going to pay a heavy price for its constant meddling in European affairs, as would that traitorous Britain, a country that was nothing more than a US lapdog.
The French divisions, instead of going up to the front line to support the Germans, Americans and British like planned, would actually move up and attack from behind, stabbing them in the back. With the Russians attacking from the front, the allied armies would be crushed.
And Ducos would expand his empire and hurt those meddling fools. Russia would claim a nice piece of land, much more than he, but he was content with his cut.
He also knew Russia had plans to invade Britain and Iceland after this part of the war was over, destroying the Greenland/Iceland/Britain line that the US used to prevent Russian subs reaching the Atlantic, and crushing the damned arrogant British in the process.
And America would be left, standing alone.
Then their President would have to come here, to "neutral" Paris to sign a peace treaty.
That would be a sight, Jean thought happily. Seeing that arrogant son of a b*tch grovel before him.
Yes, he decided. It was going to be one lovely war.
***********************************************
This story is not based on a Civ3 game, more from memory of the game's mechanics and my imagination, as I have lost my CD. Anyway, I was reading stories again and it inspired me to write this. Do you want to read more? If so, please tell me, and if not, please tell me why!
Thanks,
Chris
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always enjoyable, cbraund
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