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- >Twas sunny day on the airfield
- >Multiroles fucking about in the clouds
- >Mechanic anon climbing into a 747's exhaust pipe
- >Thunderbolt relaxed, settling back into the oversized lawn chair that dominated a good portion of the taxiway
- >drinking JP8 like usual, listening to Blue Stahli
- >suddenly, something knocked into the side of her chair
- >sunglasses off, she fixed her gaze on the smaller plane
- "Who the hell are you? You're new around here."
- >the flying wing gave the ground attack aircraft a bored look
- "My designation is Mikoyan-Gurevitch Скат, the newest-"
- >The drone's voice trailed off as the larger tank hunter punted it like a football into the distance.
- "What kind of name is 'Scat' anyway? Fuckin drones." The attack aircraft settled back into her chair, this time opening an issue of Flyboy.
- >It wasn't long until something happened.
- "OH SHIT!" The area around the jet exploded. Thankfully she dove behind the hangar building before she was turned to scrap.
- "THUNDERBOLT! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"
- >Thunderbolt peeked out from behind the hangar, and felt the familiar heat of a laser rangefinder centered between her eyes.
- >The plane in question with the laser rangefinder was an old nemesis of Thunderbolt- The MiG-27, named Balcony.
- >Balcony, because her pilots were seated up high, and also she had huge t-
- "JUST WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SON?" The Russian ground attacker growled, her gas-driven GsH-30 glaring at her under the plane pony's chin.
- >That gun could spin up faster than the American plane's Avenger.
- "Your son? Orville Wright, you had a kid?!" A hot plume of air slightly turned the russian's cannon barrel.
- "Right! Sorry, sorry. Your kid bumped into me on the taxiway. I just gave him a launch assist. No lasting damage."
- "Thunderbolt, I fucking hate you. You picked on me at the Academy. Now you're picking on my son?"
- "Look, your kid bumped into me, okay?
- >The MiG didn't move. That cannon barrel was getting awful close to the next hammer ratchet.
- >Thunderbolt weighed her options. Balcony looked pretty busted up from her first gun-run. If she could outmaneuver, Balcony might shake herself apart...
- >or, you know, she could just continue to apologise. Like a wimp.
- "Fuck yo couch!" Thunderbolt launched into the air, white-hot heavy 30mm projectiles grazing her back legs.
- >the smaller, lighter Su-27 had no problem catching up, but Thunderbolt noticed her targeting reticle was cracked. Balcony let loose with the GsH-30, spraying blindly.
- BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-CHAK
- >A jam! Now was her chance!
- >Thunderbolt turned around and fired.
- CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLIK
- "ANON!" Thunderbolt roared, rocketing off towards the hangar with Balcony in hot persuit. Now, she was trying to use dumb-fire rockets as air-to-air rockets.
- >Two CIWS, a Tunguska and a M247, simply looked at the two planes fighting to the death.
- "Yo... should we do something?" the Tunguska asked the M247.
- "Nah. They'll settle it over something much more stupid."
- Source: https://archive.moe/mlp/thread/18390341/#18444855
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