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!XQ6W0CNp/o 04/10/10(Sat)00:58 No.9098068Hugs, the only member still equipped with bombs, was making a beeline for the bridge, we were late at this point, and he had no clue where the train was, and no time to call for info. Sandman let off the engines somewhat, since the Falcons were now engaged with Judge and myself. Judge had twice the loadout I did, so my plan was to make my shots count as best I could. Judge didn't feel the same way, he was closing way too fast, and couldn't follow the Falcon, but did manage to get an off boresight shot off, but it missed, losing lock after two or so seconds of flight. I did manage to get behind my falcon though, and began tailing, waiting for a good growl from my sidewinder. The Falcon could turn harder, but not by much, and being in the rear aspect was an asset for the tailing. The other falcon however got behind me, I only spotted because of my backseater, who called it out. Flares spewing we began evasive maneuvers, dropping the Falcon chase. Which is when Judge came in from above, inverted, in the middle of a high yo yo, AA-8s spewing off his wings like angry wasps. He struck one of my pursuers, who disintegrated shortly thereafter. No chute. I pulled up hard, throttled back and pulled the speed brake, hoping the other aircraft would shoot past me. On the positive side, he did. The downside was I stalled out. Judge was out of missiles, and trying to line up a shot, and I was falling out of the sky. |
