Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-24857097-20151110050934

"Holy crap, we got rockets incoming!"

"I'll handle it, just keep firing!"

The two cops in the Bullhead were bombarded with incoming fire from anti-air. But the kicker, the rockets were nowhere near hitting their Bullhead. This left Browning confused.

"They got rockets and we're pretty exposed, there's no way they'd- GAAHH!"

Swift, small projectiles were being thrown at the gunners. One nearly missed Browning and embedded itself onto something at the interior. The coworker inspected the projectile, and a very sour face emerged.

"Get us out of here, NOW! We need to regroup and refocus!"

"Oh shit... You got it, hang on to something!"

The pilot pulled off an emergency maneuver that nearly caused her passengers to fall off, but they got out of the battlefield. Allied Bullheads soon followed suit. They regrouped half a mile away from the docks.

"All Eagles, this is Eagle-1. Status report!" Barked the pilot in Browning's transport.

"Eagle-2. Minor hull damage but passenger's A-okay!"

"Eagle-3. Personnel standing by.

"Eagle-4. Just glad we got out of there."

Everyone has been accounted for. By then, Eagle-1 received new orders from their friends. She frowned upon the new orders, but refocused herself and relayed the message.

"All Eagles listen up! We're gonna strafe low and draw enemy fire away from the ground forces. There should be enough room to not collide with each other. Any questions?"

"This is Eagle-2, who gave that order? It sounds too risky even for us skilled pilots!"

"Douglas Moore requested us to do so!"

"That bugger? Grr, alright! We'll do it!"

"Let me put up something to soothe our nerves. In fact, we'll play it through the Bullhead loudspeakers!"

"What-"

"Let me surprise you!"

Eagle-1 fiddled with the controls for a bit. After a good moment, some congos and background vocals started playing out through the speakers. Everyone on board knew what song it was.

"Are you fuckin' with us Eagle-1?"

"Oh come on, Sympathy for the Grimm should make them flip their shit!"

"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling pumped now, let's do this!"

The gunners in the Bullhead reloaded the weapons before the pilots flew low towards the battlefield to draw fire.

Browning sling holstered the M14 to his front before manning the machine gun sitting at the opposite side of his coworker.

(Let's see what they think of this! -Frank Woods)