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Author Topic: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands  (Read 1999 times)

Offline Jack Pierce

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #90 on: June 08, 2017, 03:38:46 PM »
<RAF Mt Pleasant, Pilot's Quarters>

Jack had finally managed to calm down enough to take a nap when the alert came over the PA. As soon as the scramble order came through, Jack reached over and shook his Weapons Systems Officer, David Lawton awake. Snorting mid-snore, the WSO's eyes shot open.

"Oi, the fuck is goin' on?" Dave demanded.

"Goddamn scramble, that's what. And if shit hit the fan this bad so far, sounds to me like this isn't a drill." Jack replied.

"Oh. OH! Well, shit, let's go then!" Dave stood up, pulling his boots back on. The two of them joined the crowd of pilots all rushing to their respective locker rooms, and were in front of their lockers as quickly as they could be to get their flight gear. Jack quickly pulled on his G-Suit, before then grabbing his helmet and joining his squadron mates at their hangar.

The ground crews were mostly, for obvious reasons, Australian, but some of the ordnance personnel were British, if only because they were the ones dragging the missiles up from the magazines. Each Hornet was being loaded with ASRAAMs on the wingtip and outboard wing pylons, while the remaining two wing stations and fuselage hardpoints were being loaded with AIM-120 AMRAAMs.

"What the shit, ASRAAMs? I hope we don't have to turn and burn with anything." Jack said. His crew chief turned to him and shrugged.

"It's not my call, sir." The older man commented.

"Again, I hope we don't have to tangle with anything up close. Please tell me we at least have our Vulcans." Jack replied.

"Yeah. No reason why not, sir."

Jack glanced over at the pilots and WSOs gathering around Bobbie. "Gotta run. I'll be back in a sec."

Jack jogged over, joining up with the other Aussies. He knew ASRAAMs were a bad idea, so did everyone who bailed on the project. But that was some pencil pushing Limey's call, probably. And it didnt help his scowl.
« Last Edit: June 09, 2017, 04:15:57 AM by Jack Pierce »

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #91 on: June 09, 2017, 05:52:36 AM »
<Hardened Hangars>

 "What?" Bobbie looked at Jack as if he had two heads. Or she had two heads, until she realized the little fan club gathered around her must have attracted some attention. Well of course they would be, she had been thrust into the deep end on her first 'official' tour as Squadron leader, that is to say a Squadron leader of a combat unit and not a training unit. It could be said she was nervous, especially having a majority of men waiting for her to give an encouraging speech or at least a quasi briefing before they mounted their birds; well they were going to wait a long time as Bobbie was short on words, large on action.

 Then as she looked at the American it did occur to her that his face show more annoyance than anything and here she was thinking that after all the months of training out of Tindal he'd be happy just to be up having something tangible at least to get a bead on. "So you're pissed off Jack, may I inquire as to the reason for your present state." One of Bobbie's quirks, she often to lighten people's moods speak as if she was a toffee nosed snot, the complete opposite to who she was.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #92 on: June 09, 2017, 09:37:23 PM »
NPCing Captain Kyle


Kyle had trailed off from the people, wanting to enjoy the calm before the storm. He hadn't been alone for three minutes when the Colonel's voice was heard over the PA. Scramble, scramble, scramble.

His kit still with him, he ran over to one of the F-16s. "You better wake up and get the hell in your seat" he shouted to the female Lieutenant. He didn't wait for an answer, and instead began running towards his own F-16 another plane over.

As he approached, technicians were already prepping. He performed a quick external inspection before climbing up the ladder and settling in the cockpit. He strapped himself in, and began the pre-flight checks.

"Mount Pleasant tower, Python 2, requesting startup" he said over comms to the tower. Not a few moments later, he received clearance to go through the starting procedure. He hated doing a cold start for a scramble, but Marines make do.

Some minutes later, he was fully ready. "Mount Pleasant tower, Python 2, request taxi to runway one-zero." he asked. Tower gave him clearance, and off he went to taxi towards the runway over the short taxiway. Within a minute he was holding short, waiting for those ahead of him to take off.

==Let me know if this is okay. Will also modify callsign when I hear back.==
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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #93 on: June 09, 2017, 11:42:41 PM »
<Tower>

"Python one, tower. Hold on taxiway approach west alpha until further orders.

<Hardened Hangars>

 Trish had earlier in the morning after the briefing with Sam decided that prudence would dictate she be ready for anything knowing full well her tendency for being late at everything. With that in mind she left the ready room to head straight to the women's locker room where she changed into her G suit, grabbed her chute and helmet then over to her bird. Some of the ground crew was already in place doing practice runs with speed loading as if they had some kind of premonition, certainly that was the feeling doing the rounds after Colonel Carter's little speech.

 So it was when Kyle rudely awoke her she was on a camp stretcher at the rear of the hardened shelter. She rubbed her eyes telling him to piss of and leave her alone, yet fate had landed. Three minutes later she was in her cockpit doing her pre-flight when a message came from Sam to both her and Kyle. It read. "Kyle, Trish, since there are only two of you and I won't be up where I belong, I'm assigning you as top cover for the RAAF Squadron, liaise with Flight Lieutenant Hatfield at 5,000 feet."

 "Fabulous." She moaned as her bird started the roll out.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #94 on: June 10, 2017, 04:52:21 PM »
<RAF Mt. Pleasant, Hangar>

"Not a thing, they just ran out of French Vanilla creamer in the mess." Jack replied, which was his usual answer when shrugging things off. It was just a habit of his sometimes to get mad about things out of his control, and it was conflicting with the inner mix of excitement and trepidation in his gut.

After Bobbie said her piece, Jack and Dave headed over to their Hornet, where his Crew Chief was waiting once more.

"She's all set, sir. Feel free to give 'em one for us down here." The older man said before snapping up a salute. Jack returned it and then shook his hand before clambering up the ladder and sitting down in the cockpit. Once Dave was in, the canopy lowered, and they secured themselves in. Jack then toggled on main power, and the two of them ran through the pre-flight checks.

"Alright, checking flaps and stabs, port side then starboard." Jack said, and started to test the control surfaces in sequence, first left, then right.

"Surfaces check good, Hawk." Dave replied, getting thumbs up from the ground crews.

"Alright, double check weapons, I'll run through final checks up here." Jack said, cycling through the status screens while Dave checked the Hornet's weapon and countermeasures systems.

"Gun spun good, IR seeker tracking, radar tracking good, countermeasures check good. All green back here." Dave said.

"Everything's in the green up here. We're good to go." Jack turned and gave a thumbs up to his Crew Chief, who gave one back and waved the ground crew away.

"Tower to Carnage Flight. You are clear to taxi to runway one-zero, hold on approach west alpha behind Python Flight." Tower reported. Jack glanced over to see the Typhoons and Raptors were launching first.

"Carnage 1-2 copies." Jack said.

"All aircraft, this is AWACS Thunderhead. We are tracking multiple bogies along multiple vectors. Hunter Flight, proceed on vector two-seven zero, angels one-five. Eagle Flight, proceed to vector three-one-five, angels one-seven. Additional assignments will follow once aircraft are airborne." The AWACS battlespace controller began handing out assignments already. Jack frowned, and decided to open his mouth anyways.

"Thunderhead, Carnage 1-2. Request bogey dope." Jack said.

"Carnage 1-2, stand by for orders after launch. Out." The controller replied curtly.

"...asshole." Jack muttered as the Australian Hornets all taxied out and lined up behind the pair of F-16s.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #95 on: June 13, 2017, 09:53:21 PM »
<RAF Mt. Pleasant, runway one zero>

 "Tower this is Raven, confirm Python as top cover copy." Bobbie had the same set of printed orders as everyone else. Among the Aussie squadron she was one two flying the single seat FA/18c, the remaining four being either the F or G (Growler) versions. Her primary job was Squadron leader, something she had taken to like the proverbial duck to water, most of that within the last two weeks with the units fly over from Australia. They had gelled as a cohesive unit with Jack's experience added to the mix and damned good guidance from the powers that be. To say she was in her element was an understatement.

 "Confirm Raven. Python one and three, roll out. Climb to Angels 20, rendezvous with Thunderhead. Carnage angels 15, keep Python visual. Raven 2,000 meters south west, Carnage visual. Thunderhead will coordinate once you're on station. Good hunting and good luck."

 Bobbie grunted a pleased affirmative, taking the lead. "You heard the man, let em roll."

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #96 on: June 14, 2017, 10:18:46 PM »
NPCing Captain Kyle


"Python 2 received." Kyle said before silently uttering a curse. Today hadn't been his favourite day, to say the least. Regardless of how he felt, though, an order is an order and he'd obey it.

Shortly thereafter, the RAF Typhoons took off in pairs. He was next in line, and rolled onto the runway. "Mount Pleasant Tower, Python Two, requesting take-off at runway one-zero for a straight out departure" he communicated with the tower as he came to a standstill.

Clearance was given, and with that he slammed the throttle to full, holding the brakes until the afterburner kicked in. Then he was off. "Python Two rolling" he stated as he released the brakes and began moving.

At 160 knots he began pulling back on the stick. "Two, rotating" he said. The nose began going up, and the nosewheel left the ground. A few moments later he felt the whole plane lifting.

As he cleared the runway, and then the pattern he turned to his designated heading, and put her into a 20-degree climb to hit 20,000 feet.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #97 on: June 15, 2017, 01:27:25 AM »
*Radio*

"All aircraft, this is AWACS Thunderhead. We are tracking multiple bogies along multiple vectors. Hunter Flight, proceed on vector two-seven zero, angels one-five. Eagle Flight, proceed to vector three-one-five, angels one-seven. Additional assignments will follow once aircraft are airborne."

 "Copy Thunderhead, Python thuree acknowledged." Trish followed Kyle, right up his ass so to speak more or less, she could almost see the hairs on his neck metaphorically speaking of course. As she veered into the runway, her head was swiveling all round to see who was where and so on, she sighed as she saw those beautiful Typhoons take off, but still she loved the Falcon so much so she said if was human (either gender) she'd make love to it day and night. A quick look over her shoulder and she saw the Aussie FA/18's closing up tight on her, a little panic moment. "Easy girl, they know what they're doing." She reminded herself thinking of how professional Cate was, despite being a complete loon.

"Tower, Python 3 rotating." She said immediately after her teammate.

 "Copy Python 3, proceed."

 As soon as she was straight and level, the hammer went down and she was at 160, then 250 quicker than a AA fueler, well at least that was her impression. "Python two, on your six Kyle, nice day for a war ain't it." She blurbed as she pulled up beside him somewhere around angels 10 as they both climbed to their vector point.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #98 on: June 15, 2017, 04:08:17 PM »
<15,000ft, Falklands Airspace>

"This is Thunderhead to Carnage and Python flights. Proceed to Waypoint Bravo, bearing zero-one-zero, maintain angels one-five. We are tracking a formation of bogies approaching from the north at angels five, closing fast. IFF squawk is negative, they will be Feet Dry in ten mikes." The AWACS controller said.

"...like goddamn 1982 all over again..." Jack muttered under his oxygen mask.

"You are cleared to fire once you reach Waypoint Bravo. Engage Fox Three, do not allow them to breach Port Stanley airspace. Friendly SAMs are tracking but are still out of range to engage." Thunderhead continued. Jack's eyes glanced over to the Master Arm toggle.

"Thunderhead, Carnage 1-2. Are we weapons free at this time?" Jack asked.

"Carnage 1-2, negative, current status is weapons tight until Waypoint Bravo. ETA is five mikes." Thunderhead replied.

"Carnage 1-2, copy." Jack said, and then reached over and flipped the toggle to ON. "Master arm is on, master arm is on."

"We're really doin' this, aren't we?" Dave asked.

"Yeah. Hopefully they turn back on the spikes before we just go straight to tossing AMRAAMs." Jack replied.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #99 on: June 16, 2017, 06:02:56 AM »
<15,000ft, Falklands Airspace>

 One after the other they took off smoothly, Bobbie for one was glad to be above the gloomy weather they were having on the base, at least as she neared the vector zone she could in fact see sunshine far off to the west, if even winter sunshine that had that typical gold hue to it. It was one of the things she loved about being a jet jockey, getting up and above the weather to see creation in all its beauty. "Thunderhead, Raven leader. Weapons armed, please confirm again, bogies at angels 5?" That didn't make sense to her. Yes she knew the Argies still had their old A4's, but even those she was aware from hundreds of hours studying old Falklands film and their tactics, they'd always make ten across the ditch then drop to five before making a bomb run. Something was screwy and she felt slightly nauseous about it. Could it be a set up. "All flights, Raven leader, check your 360's, this could be a ruse. Thunderhead, request Python flight to angels 20 over."

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #100 on: June 23, 2017, 06:11:03 PM »
Npcing Captain Kyle



"Beautiful goddamn day" Kyle said, a little more excited than he should've been considering the situation. It was a phrase his old First Sergeant often used. "Beautiful goddamn day for the infantry" he would proudly exclaim, even if the day literally could not be worse.

"Python Two received" Kyle said after he received further instructions. He turned to zero-one-zero, but still maintaining his altitude. He listened to the F-18s speaking with the AWACs. Then he flipped the master arm switch to the arm position, but he didn't select a missile yet.

They were approaching their waypoint very quickly, but he wouldn't be doing anything until tthe Australians were clear. He hated flying top cover, but knew its importance. Just then, the AWACs told him and his wingman to go to 20,000 feet. "Thunderhead, Python Two, I am armed. Ascending to Angels 20."

"Alright nugget. Keep 'er tight, and let's do this." he said to Patricia.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #101 on: June 23, 2017, 09:42:03 PM »
<20,000ft, approaching WP Bravo>

"Thunderhead to Python, angels 20, copy."

 "Python three copy, at angels 20 Thunderhead. Carnage we have you visual, Fox three armed." Trish was following procedure, months and months of training kicked in as if it were a natural extension of herself. She closed up to with fifty meters of Kyle, slightly below and behind but not by much, covering all their quarters. It would be far better if Cate and Rob were with them of course, but they had trained for two bird defence so it mattered little.

 "Ya know Kyle, there is only one thing that we're missing, Cate's song. Remember Red Flag last month? All we heard every time one of us scored was this." She started singing softly a few lines for what had been adopted as the Squadron's theme song from the Aussie CO.

"I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway
Yeah, highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Highway to hell

And I'm going down
All the way
Whoa!
I'm on the highway to hell"

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #102 on: June 24, 2017, 04:00:10 AM »
<15,000 ft, approaching WP Bravo>

"Carnage 1-1, that's an affirmative. Bogies are maintaining Angels Five, no change in speed or heading." Thunderhead reported.

"What do you think that's about?" Dave asked.

"No idea. Could be something not right about this to her." Jack replied.

"Carnage Flight, Python Flight. You are weapons free at this time. Say again, you are weapons free. Cleared to engage." Thunderhead reported, "Target data being sent by jackal. Engage at will."

"Carnage 1-2, copy. Engaging." Jack replied, and toggled over to one of his AIM-120s.

"Alright, I have him. Bearing zero one zero, angels five. Looks like he's not doin' anything more than three-five-zero knots. Slow mover." Dave commented.

"They have those dual prop jobs and A-4s, might be running slow to save on fuel, too." Jack replied. On his HUD, the targeting box appeared, and then one turned 90 degrees appeared over it. A tone that went from warbling to constant filled his headset, indicating that the missile was locked on.

"Locked on." Jack said.

"There's some minor interference, possible ECM. No change in direction." Dave replied.

"Probably can't see us. We might not pick them out if not for the AWACS." Jack said, his thumb over the firing stud on his joystick.

"...Carnage 1-2, Fox Three." Jack said and hit the button. His AMRAAM joined the others streaking of towards the coast of the Falklands where the radar contacts were.

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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #103 on: June 26, 2017, 07:10:39 AM »
<15,000 ft, approaching WP Bravo>

"Something doesn't add up." Bobbie didn't often speak to herself when flying, she was all about communication at times driving her wing mates bonkers with her non stop stream of updates. Everything from the weather five hundred miles ahead, to the latest sports results if she happened to have the secondary channel on her radio open (VLRFM). She now had the enemy tracking firmly on her attack radar, it still gave her the creeps. But since Thunderhead had confirmed a definite enemy force, she didn't hesitate loosing her own missile with a flick of the joy stick button.

 "Fox three, Raven one." Then instantly regretted it. "Why aren't they taking evasive action?" She did say that aloud this time, for by the time the first missile had been fired the enemy aircraft's missile warning system would have alerted them. They were still holding straight and level at around 350kts when Thunderhead made the call.

 "Thunderhead to all flights, confirm splash six." There was a very long pause as if whoever was up there in charge was thinking about something, or getting a new update. The next voice was more urgent. "All flights, relayed from Stanley Tower, visual on last splash from HMS Fife. Drones, they were drones.....new targets confirmed 14 aircraft in bound south west latitude-53.44226353, longitude -61.51794434"

 "Thunderhead, Sea force two. Tracking four-teen, I repeat four-teen fast jets veering north east direct for Stanley over. On the deck at angels two."

"Sea Force Two, Thunderhead. Copy."

"Carnage, Raven, Pyhton flights, new targets four two five miles south by west of your position. Angels two."

 "Raven one acknowledged Thunderhead.  Carnage, Python, veer course two three eight degrees. Python keep your mark one eyeballs peeled they will be waxing their boards as we close." That was more like it, this was more real. Bloody drones, what a waste of a missile.
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Re: Port Stanley-Falkland Islands
« Reply #104 on: June 26, 2017, 05:16:48 PM »
<15,000 ft, turning for Intercept>

"This is RAF SAM battery control, callsign Whiskey Six. We are tracking the bogies, but they are only appearing intermittently, we are losing them in ground clutter. Be advised, we will not be able to accurately engage soon." The RAF SAM control station reported.

"Goddamnit. Drones. So what the hell are we about to mix it up with?" Jack asked with a scowl under his mask.

"Carnage 1-2, coming right, bearing two three eight. Raven, Hawk. I'm going to take 1-3 with me, drop to angels four and see if we can't give them something else to worry about." Jack said over the radio, "Carnage 1-3, form up on me, keep it tight."

Jack rolled his fighter and then angled downwards, approaching 4,000 feet before leveling off.

"Yeah, there they go. Tracking...oh yeah, we've got one-four bogies." Dave commented from the back seat.

"Closing fast." Jack clenched slightly, this was going to be dicey. "1-3, loosen up a little. We're going to blow through this formation and spook 'em, take anyone who breaks to engage."

"1-3, copy. On your six."

The miles were quickly eaten up by the speed, and just as Jack's RWR began beeping at him, there they were. And several were already breaking from the formation to engage. Four were F-16s, but two were twin tailed...

"Oh shit. We got ourselves a pair of Flankers." Jack said, as the F-16s raced past them to engage the rest of the formation.

"Carnage Flight, Python Flight, you've got fast movers, leakers, coming your way. Carnage 1-2, tally bandits." Jack said as his RWR got even more intense with beeping before letting out a solid tone.

"Carnage 1-2, I'm going evasive!" Jack snapped the nose upwards while Dave triggered the flare dispenser. White hot flares popped from the Hornet to divert the incoming missile. Jack rolled his fighter into an invert to better keep eyes on the inbound missile and Flanker, the former going after the flares. The Flanker's nose angled up as it started to move to intercept the Hornet. Jack pulled back on the throttle to tighten up his turn.

"Nice shot asshole, now it's my turn." Jack growled as he began to complete the loop to get on the Flanker's tail.

"Yeah, you got him, c'mon, let's reel him in." Dave said from the back seat.

"Watch out for his buddy, he might try to pounce us if he isn't tied up with 1-3." Jack said, completing the loop. Now he was squarely on the Flanker's tail and trying to get him lined up.

"We're clear, we're clear. Christ, he's a slippery bugger. Might have to go guns on him, yeah?" Dave asked.

"If you see his nose suddenly snap up, hold on. He'll try to do that tail stand trick and get on our six." Jack said. The Flanker was trying hard to weave out from under his gunsights. Jack was following him somewhat closely, fully expecting a proper counter to what was boiling down to a classic Scissors maneuver. The range was so close that Jack had already toggled from his ASRAAMs to guns, and was trying to bracket the Flanker in the gunsight.

But then the Flanker leveled out and his nose started to come up. Jack immediately pulled hard back on the throttle, almost about to stall out. It was well known that the Flanker could execute an aerobatics stunt known as the Cobra, where the pilot could almost instantly bleed off speed by snapping the nose almost completely backwards, and then back to the original position. In theory, the move would put the pursuing aircraft in front of the Flanker, turning the tables. But Jack also knew that, as he envied the Russians being able to pull it off. Even the Hornet, with its design, couldn't come close.

As the top of the Flanker became exposed to Jack, despite the audio blaring at him that his fighter was going to stall out, the gunsight pipper lined up, and he let loose a burst of 20mm fire before angling to the right and running the throttle back up.

"I...oh...yeah! He's trailing smoke...oh no wait...he's bailing. I've got...two. Two bailouts." Dave called out excitedly. Jack banked around to see the Flanker was in a slow roll now, and then its starboard wing sheared clear.

"Good cells. He's punched out. I'll call it in, get Nigel and his mates to pick those two up, get 'em a panadol and a mid-strength beer, let 'em sleep it off." Dave said before laughing a little.

"Carnage 1-2...splash one Flanker." Jack said over the radio, "Say again, splash one Flanker."

"Carnage 1-3, requesting assistance."

"Copy, 1-3. Coming in." Jack banked around to try and lock up the second Flanker.

 



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