The Skies Above

A World, Unknown

Chapter Three
A World, Unknown

UNKNOWN
ANGELS FIVE
16:46
UNKNOWN

The target area was fast approaching, and the Super Hornet from VFA-32 was getting ready to deploy some of it's armaments to help those on the ground. They're approaching three hundred knots, and they could see tracer rounds going back and forth in a field.

Sydney: We'll be over the target in ten seconds.

Pip: Get that ATFLIR ready for a lase. We're dropping two of our GBUs.

Sydney: Copy all, ATFLIR coming online. And we're over the target area... now!

Pip: Fighting-202 to the ground forces under fire, we need to know where you are in order to drop our payload, please advise, over.

The ground forces were quick to respond, giving their location, as well as where to drop their payload. Pip leveled out, beginning a wide holding pattern over the battlefield.

Unknown: Thank god! We're on the north side of the field in the treeline, they're entrenched in the middle of the field, give them hell!

Pip: Fighting-202 copies all, standby for drop.

With that in mind, they're hot for a drop. Pip brough the aircraft out of the pattern and into a straight line heading from east to west, staying away from "friendly forces," preparing for their diving drop, normal for payload delivery in CAS.

Sydney: Target's lased, code is one-six-four-seven, ready for drop.

On the top left MFD in front of Pip, he plugged in the code, setting the ripple timing to half a second and for the two out-most bombs. A few seconds later, after confirming everything was ready for the drop, Pip brought the aircraft inverted, putting it into a forty-five degree dive towards the target. About five seconds into the dive, Pip pressed and held the trigger on the stick, releasing two GBU-32s with a half a second interval. Two shutters could be felt in the aircraft after the bombs were dropped, signaling a good drop.

Pip: Two away, good drop. Standby for hits.

Sydney: Bombs are tracking, ETA four seconds, standing by for hits.

Pip brought the aircraft into an fifty degree climbing-left bank, banking to the point where they could observe the hits. Sydney was still monitoring the ATFLIR pod, though looking over shoulder every few seconds to visually confirm the hits. Around four seconds later, two massive explosions erupted from the target, both GBUs hitting true. From what they could tell, they nailed the target, the tracers no longer going outbound, and two craters being left behind

Unknown: Great hits 202! Great hits! Target is neutralized, thanks for the help!

Pip: Fighting-202, not a problem. And another thing, we're uh... kinda lost out here, as in we don't know where to go... Do you mind giving us some assistance?

Unknown: Good copy, the air base we're heading to is heading... let's see here... zero-four-zero and twelve klicks out. We'll radio then to tell them you're on the way, channel is 128.66 and base name is River's Dawn Air Force Base. See you there, we'll be out to greet you on the ramp. Out.

In the back, Sydney gave a chuckle before looking out the canopy. As for Pip, he brought the aircraft up to angels six and to heading 0-4-0. The road ahead is going to be a long and hard one, knowing they're somewhere completely unknown. For them, it'll be interesting to see what happens, but it'll a horror to know what they left behind back home. As of now, Fighting-202 could visually acquire the air field, about ten klicks out from where they are, and at about angels six.