Post by MARCUS DAVENPORT on Apr 19, 2011 14:11:56 GMT -5
Twenty thousand feet up in the sky Marcus laughed as his fighter took a sharp turn to place himself behind the enemy fighter. The G's were intense and he could feel the blood rushing to his legs only to have the pressure relieve as the fighter leveled out. With a smile Marcus watched as the indicator in his helmet flashed red confirming a missile lock.
"And that's it Phantom, missile lock" Marcus laughed over the radio, the other airplane pulled a quick loop before returning to formation with him, normally Marcus would have looked back to give a thumbs up to the other pilot but the other fighter was completely empty so it didn't matter. Unlike Marcus the enemy fighter was being controlled by a man sitting at a computer a few hundred miles away.
"Damn, now I see why they call you Warlock. How did you do that? I mean I thought I had you when I pulled that 7G loop."the other man said, slightly annoyed but from what Marcus could hear it was mostly awe.
"Magic... But really if you need to know just take a look at the log again, its all there, now how about we head it, i'm getting hungry," with a flick of a button he opened another radio channel to McChord Air Force Base, "McChord control this is Warlock plus one, we have completed all operations in this airspace, permission to land and get some food?" pressing forwards on the yoke he banked the airplane down "Warlock this is control, permission granted, the pattern is empty so feel free to land at your discretion."
"Roger that control," with that Marcus made a quick check on his radar to see the distance to the base,
"Hey Warlock, what do you say we make this a race?" the other pilot asked jokingly pulling his fighter forward 's beside him.
"That's hardly fair. You can go faster than Mach 3 and not suffer anything, I have to handle the G's and everything. Stick below survivable levels and you have a race." The aircraft they both were testing were one of the fastest things on the planet, they were so fast that while the aircraft could go faster the passengers would not survive.
"Deal," with that the other CFA-44 sped off headed towards the base, cursing Marcus accelerated his fighter in pursuit. The two continued their course Marcus slowly catching up as they reached the mainland, they were over Ohio when everything went awry.
Just as they passed over the border his controls siezed up, the aircraft locked up and Marcus heard the landing gear lower.
"Um, shit" moving quickly he contacted control "Pan pan, pan pan, pan pan, Control this is Warlock, my aircraft has locked up and i'm stuck in a slightly negative pitch, request aid"
"Warlock, this is control, we see you on radar, if you continue on current course you will crash into the ocean, recommend you eject, current cause of malfunction unknown."
Marcus cursed as Control told him this. He loved this aircraft, even if it wasn't his, his adrenaline was pumping as he looked down at the ejection lever. "Control, affirmative, I see a small meadow ahead, am ejecting in 5, 4, 3, 2" grasping the lever he closed his eyes and took a breath "1" with that he pulled the lever exploding the canopy around him and catapulting him straight up into the air, for a few seconds he was in free fall, Marcus could feel the hawk within him straining to burst free and get out of this place, with a sudden jerk the parachute deployed and silenced it. Drifting in the air Marcus could see he had misjudged and was headed into the forest. Grimacing in pain he looked up and saw his wing man do a quick double take to ensure his chute had deployed before tipping his wings and heading off to the base.
Marcus grimaced with pain as he landed roughly in the forest smashing into a couple trees before finally he hit the ground. Scrambling he removed himself from the chute with a curse before taking a couple uncertain steps. Doing a quick check of himself he made sure nothing was broken but noticed some bleeding from his forehead. Shaking his head in disgust he started to make his way towards a clearing in the woods he had seen nearby.
"And that's it Phantom, missile lock" Marcus laughed over the radio, the other airplane pulled a quick loop before returning to formation with him, normally Marcus would have looked back to give a thumbs up to the other pilot but the other fighter was completely empty so it didn't matter. Unlike Marcus the enemy fighter was being controlled by a man sitting at a computer a few hundred miles away.
"Damn, now I see why they call you Warlock. How did you do that? I mean I thought I had you when I pulled that 7G loop."the other man said, slightly annoyed but from what Marcus could hear it was mostly awe.
"Magic... But really if you need to know just take a look at the log again, its all there, now how about we head it, i'm getting hungry," with a flick of a button he opened another radio channel to McChord Air Force Base, "McChord control this is Warlock plus one, we have completed all operations in this airspace, permission to land and get some food?" pressing forwards on the yoke he banked the airplane down "Warlock this is control, permission granted, the pattern is empty so feel free to land at your discretion."
"Roger that control," with that Marcus made a quick check on his radar to see the distance to the base,
"Hey Warlock, what do you say we make this a race?" the other pilot asked jokingly pulling his fighter forward 's beside him.
"That's hardly fair. You can go faster than Mach 3 and not suffer anything, I have to handle the G's and everything. Stick below survivable levels and you have a race." The aircraft they both were testing were one of the fastest things on the planet, they were so fast that while the aircraft could go faster the passengers would not survive.
"Deal," with that the other CFA-44 sped off headed towards the base, cursing Marcus accelerated his fighter in pursuit. The two continued their course Marcus slowly catching up as they reached the mainland, they were over Ohio when everything went awry.
Just as they passed over the border his controls siezed up, the aircraft locked up and Marcus heard the landing gear lower.
"Um, shit" moving quickly he contacted control "Pan pan, pan pan, pan pan, Control this is Warlock, my aircraft has locked up and i'm stuck in a slightly negative pitch, request aid"
"Warlock, this is control, we see you on radar, if you continue on current course you will crash into the ocean, recommend you eject, current cause of malfunction unknown."
Marcus cursed as Control told him this. He loved this aircraft, even if it wasn't his, his adrenaline was pumping as he looked down at the ejection lever. "Control, affirmative, I see a small meadow ahead, am ejecting in 5, 4, 3, 2" grasping the lever he closed his eyes and took a breath "1" with that he pulled the lever exploding the canopy around him and catapulting him straight up into the air, for a few seconds he was in free fall, Marcus could feel the hawk within him straining to burst free and get out of this place, with a sudden jerk the parachute deployed and silenced it. Drifting in the air Marcus could see he had misjudged and was headed into the forest. Grimacing in pain he looked up and saw his wing man do a quick double take to ensure his chute had deployed before tipping his wings and heading off to the base.
Marcus grimaced with pain as he landed roughly in the forest smashing into a couple trees before finally he hit the ground. Scrambling he removed himself from the chute with a curse before taking a couple uncertain steps. Doing a quick check of himself he made sure nothing was broken but noticed some bleeding from his forehead. Shaking his head in disgust he started to make his way towards a clearing in the woods he had seen nearby.
