Come on who doesnt like F15 Eagles?.
Bold for important info,Italics for thoughts,first chapter is intro,next chapter we will see the real deal.
I want to see how people like this.
First person fic.
Afganistan Captain"Striker":F15 eagle " Super Corba"Squadron.
The war over afganistant was a bloody mess,we lose men and women everyday to the taliban but we are slowly winning this war,although the public of NATO countries are saying this will be a lose,we will not lose this will win!.
My own F15 Strike eagle was positioned in the lead of the formation,this was my squadron after all.
Accelrating to 700mph I roared over the desert regions of the war torn country,waiting for a friendly ground unit to call for back up. Then as the angels of death my fighter squadron would annihlate the taliban,thats why we are winning this war.
"Cobra 7 to Cobra1 over".One of my pilots radioed in,I was conifdent that he had recieved a call for backup.
"Cobra 1 roger".I speak camly and plainly.
"Sir we have a unit of french riflemen under attack from a group of insurgents and what appears to be a few old Soviet T55s,nothing much".The pilot replied.
A few men was nothing,but the taliban had tanks?,that meant they had men capable of reparing armoured units which was not if they were old models.
"All right guys,pick your targets and heading to 123,good hunting people!".Finding the map refernce and switiching my weapons to ready motion I turn and feel the G forces pressing in. It would be a few mintues before we would reach the unit requesting backup.
First of all,I am not going to tell you my name,it is embarrasing,second of all I have a family that I want to see when this war is won.
With that out of the way,I began to hear the lock on sounds,the Tanks were in range.
"Select targets and bomb the shit out of them".I tell my pilots before firing my first anti ground missle.
The maravick anti ground missle tore out of its hardpoint and in a few seconds the T55 was penetrated and it was no more.
Seeing the taliban visable,I aimed my gunsight and the vulcan cannon mounted on the F15 roared and spat out bullets. The deadly strafing run proformed by me was joined by other pilots.
In less than a mintues the insurgents were no more our bombs,cannons and missle fire had put paid to the ragheads. I felt pleased,we had saved allied lives and shown that the angels of death were always on call.
"Super Cobra squadron heading back to base,RTB".I radio the airforce base,which was based a few hundread miles away.
"Roger that,nice job captain".The base quickly answered.
"Beep beep beep beep beep".Suddenly my cockpit HUD(Heads up display) flashed red,a missle had locked on to me.
Since we usually had nothing to fear from the taliban,command had decided not to equip us with flares or countermeasures,the genereal and correct feeling was that the insurgents didnt have the training to use anti aircraft weapons.
They were wrong,We were WRONG.
The missle streaked from below and I couldnt turn in time to evade,sweating and feeling a heavy sudder.I then began to grasp control of the failing F15 as the missle hit.
"Come on baby,daddy needs you to help him!".I grunted,wresteling with the joystick.
But I didnt realise a purple ball engulf my aircraft as I was thrusted into another direction...
Equestrain airspace:F15 Captain "Striker".
My plane was falling out of the sky,the cockpit around me began to get hot and I realised with horror that the plane was catching fire.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!".I swore repatadly,aware that none of my squadron was with me and...what is this place?.
"The airspace I was in was not Afganistan,the ground was forests and lush grassland and a city below me...was surronded by a shield?.
Either way I was going to have a long time to think when I would crash into a building below...in some village.
Maybe this is some twisted version of hell?,I dont know.