"Nighthawkwill7, Hoon Depot Manager" (Nighthawkwill7)
01/17/2014 at 15:40 • Filed to: Dreamlopnik
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"Nighthawkwill7, Hoon Depot Manager" (Nighthawkwill7)
01/17/2014 at 15:40 • Filed to: Dreamlopnik | 2
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So I'm driving around some sort of multilevel parking garage at a university I've never heard of. Turns out the vehicle I'm in is a black Porsche Carrera with black interior and black wheels. I remember pulling up to an area at the top floor that resembles a gift shop and getting out to meet with an older gentleman.
"We've been waiting for you Nighthawk, good to see you're well. Now right this way please, you won't believe what we've gotten a hold of."
I follow the man through the doors, which lead into a hangar with three aircraft which seem to be a synthesis of Art Deco and Steampunk design. "Take your pick, sir. It's time to teach these hot shots a lesson." I walk up to the blue and silver interceptor and climb into the cockpit. A tech assists me in strapping in and hands me a silver key card which is bound to me via some sort of biometric system. I insert the card into a slot near the throttle lever and immediately the HUD starts running through a diagnostic check while the turbines whine as they spool up. "All systems running at optimal levels" a mechanical voice speaks into my headset. I taxi out and get clearance from the tower for take off. I run up the engines as I reach the runway and in ten seconds, I'm airborne and passing 400 knots.
"She sings as sweetly as that Porsche of yours, doesn't she sir?" The familiar voice of the old man chimes in. "I wouldn't say sing so much as scream!" I reply , "How much power is she churning out?"
"Two hundred and fifty thousand of thrust, each." Calmly proclaims the old man but I can hear him smiling with pride as he uttered those words. "Damn" I think to myself, it's more power than I've ever handled. "Nighthawk, this is Ghost Eye. Do you copy?". That's the AWACS calling out to us. "Roger that, Ghost Eye. Loud and clear."
"Nighthawk, we are vectoring towards the no fly zone, we have two bandits which are confirmed SU-27 Flankers. You are clear to engage!" I arm my missiles as the Mach meter starts indicating Mach 3 and the plane is still accelerating. The two Sukhois show up on my scopes and the sound in my headset indicates that I've got good tone on my missile lock. "Fox 3" I speak as the two AMRAAM's streak away from my jet. As the two SU-27's are engulfed in an incandescent cloud of fire and shrapnel, a strange robotic voice addresses me. "So you want to play the game of the air cobras, boy?" And with that a black and green jet similar to mine forms up on my wing. The bastard was cloaked the whole time and had set the two Flankers as bait. "Well let's see what you got! Turn and burn, you son of a bitch!" And with that I pitch the plane down into a dive and then into a tight spiral, leaving us face to face and closing at an unbelievable rate of speed.
No Prius Needed
> Nighthawkwill7, Hoon Depot Manager
01/18/2014 at 19:12 |
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What's the title of this again? I need to watch it.
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Nighthawkwill7, Hoon Depot Manager
> No Prius Needed
01/18/2014 at 19:16 |
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Sky Fighters
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