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Megalith · 05-01-2003, 04:20 PM

The Russian HIND squad was moving in. Seventeen choppers there were. There was no way that the fuckin' Hornet could take this son of a bitch out. Not even with full firepower. The Admiral could see this right away.

Instantaneously, the lead HIND was dropping in. The flak guns were manned and ready to shoot. Then the two rear HINDs flew toward the control tower. BOOM!!! The radio crew dropped and hit the deck, blood spraying out. The attack HINDs(with the eagle shape design, quite fucking hard to make) deployed multiple rockets and blew the Tomcat out of the sky. The remaining Hornets moved in. The dilapidated SH60 exited the combat zone. Sooner or later it would've been chased down, anyway.

Twenty-two S-37's and SU-35's strolled by.

"What the fuck! It thought those planes were retired!" the crew officer yelled.
"The Russians must've rigged em. Battle Stations! Give all the firepower you've got!" said the Admiral.

"Squad, fire at will," said the S-37 commander. "This is Red 1, standing by. We are in attack formation. All squad units report."

"Red 5 stading by."
"Red 7 standing by."
"Red 8 standing by."
"Red 2 standing by."

The S-37's thrusted forward as the Tomcats head straight forward.

Martin Gay was a fighter pilot, if not mentioned. He served in the Navy for four years now.

Gay thought to himself. He was always questioning; How the fuck had this happened? This has been a very awful day, indeed. It's like one of those days when you've got nothing to say but fuck me freddy. Oh, those Stephen King books. Gotta love em.

Oh shit! he thought. The S-37's dropped on deck. The deck crew was hit. 35 of them were badly injured, leaving 13 dead.

Martin ran inside to get his watch before he ran off for his sortie. Then, he ran into his former pal, John Cusack.

"Hey Martin! Nice day, isn't it?" said Cusack.
"I gotta go. These goddamn planes are dropping bombs on our ship.
"Well, hold on a sec! We gotta make sure this is okay with the captai-"
"Captain's dead!"
"Alright, well, anyway, you're still in the acadamy and all, but I just wanted you to know that-"

John's entire body exploded, shooting blood and brains all over the deck. Martin jumped back. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" he screamed loudly. John's remainings were left right on the deck, his blood reflecting the sunlight. The pilot of the HIND had jumped out and on deck. He appeared to have an MGL.

"Well, I am sorry for your friend, but he had to go someday."
Martin was very angry. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM!!!" He ran up to the guy and punched him in the face. The man fell to the ground, bleeding heavily. Then someone kicked Martin's stomach, hurting him badly.

"Wha te fuck you tink you doin!" the Chinese man said.
"Who the fu-fucking heh er you?" Martin said very weakly.
"Let him go!" the man said. Martin released the pilot. "Fuck you, bitch!"

Martin pulled out a M9 and shot the man in the face 5 times. He then kicked the pilot off the deck with full force. The HIND pilot screamed as he hit the water and ended up ground in the ship's propeller. "So th' Chinese and the Russians are in this together.

Ten S-37's were down, hit by AA Artillery or Surface to Air missiles. Then the SU-35's moved in. 5 more were shot down by the F/A-18E's. The SU-35's retreated along with the HIND's. Martin fell to the floor, bleeding and hurting very badly.

The last SU-35 flew toward the ship and fired two sidewinders. The ship exploded and sunk to the bottom. Martin finally realized this, then he knew it was too late. He would finally be with his mother.

December 20, 2001
Restaraunt, New York - 0900

"I will miss him. He would have loved to see this." Ryan Clark said in a low tone voice.

"Look, it's not your fault. He wouldn't want you worrying everyday, would he? Besides, Christmas is almost coming up now. You shouldn't be worrying now, should you?" Clark's mother said.

Ryan walked over to the window. It was quite snowy outside. Breezy since the last time he went there. He had remembered the past times. He wondered, what ever happened to that XB-034? Oh, who gives a shit anyway! Piece of shit motherfucker. The Russians must've stole it. They plan to use some sort of Plasma Bomb or some shit like that. Ryan walked back to the table. "No, you're right. I shouldn't.

The next day, Ryan took a trip to northern Canada. That's where he'd seen the previous air facility. They were developing XB-034's there too. I gotta check it out, he thought. "Whoa, holy fucknuts!"

All the engineers ran outside the facility to look at the strange phenomona in the sky.

"Whoa, look at that!"
"What the fuck?!"
"Run!"
"That's totally bizarre, man!"
"Crap, it's them."

The Xenomorphs finally came back to start a second fight.

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Megalith is Offline Senior Member Posts: 221 Join Date: Apr 2003	05-01-2003, 04:20 PM The Russian HIND squad was moving in. Seventeen choppers there were. There was no way that the fuckin' Hornet could take this son of a bitch out. Not even with full firepower. The Admiral could see this right away. Instantaneously, the lead HIND was dropping in. The flak guns were manned and ready to shoot. Then the two rear HINDs flew toward the control tower. BOOM!!! The radio crew dropped and hit the deck, blood spraying out. The attack HINDs(with the eagle shape design, quite fucking hard to make) deployed multiple rockets and blew the Tomcat out of the sky. The remaining Hornets moved in. The dilapidated SH60 exited the combat zone. Sooner or later it would've been chased down, anyway. Twenty-two S-37's and SU-35's strolled by. "What the fuck! It thought those planes were retired!" the crew officer yelled. "The Russians must've rigged em. Battle Stations! Give all the firepower you've got!" said the Admiral. "Squad, fire at will," said the S-37 commander. "This is Red 1, standing by. We are in attack formation. All squad units report." "Red 5 stading by." "Red 7 standing by." "Red 8 standing by." "Red 2 standing by." The S-37's thrusted forward as the Tomcats head straight forward. Martin Gay was a fighter pilot, if not mentioned. He served in the Navy for four years now. Gay thought to himself. He was always questioning; How the fuck had this happened? This has been a very awful day, indeed. It's like one of those days when you've got nothing to say but fuck me freddy. Oh, those Stephen King books. Gotta love em. Oh shit! he thought. The S-37's dropped on deck. The deck crew was hit. 35 of them were badly injured, leaving 13 dead. Martin ran inside to get his watch before he ran off for his sortie. Then, he ran into his former pal, John Cusack. "Hey Martin! Nice day, isn't it?" said Cusack. "I gotta go. These goddamn planes are dropping bombs on our ship. "Well, hold on a sec! We gotta make sure this is okay with the captai-" "Captain's dead!" "Alright, well, anyway, you're still in the acadamy and all, but I just wanted you to know that-" John's entire body exploded, shooting blood and brains all over the deck. Martin jumped back. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" he screamed loudly. John's remainings were left right on the deck, his blood reflecting the sunlight. The pilot of the HIND had jumped out and on deck. He appeared to have an MGL. "Well, I am sorry for your friend, but he had to go someday." Martin was very angry. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM!!!" He ran up to the guy and punched him in the face. The man fell to the ground, bleeding heavily. Then someone kicked Martin's stomach, hurting him badly. "Wha te fuck you tink you doin!" the Chinese man said. "Who the fu-fucking heh er you?" Martin said very weakly. "Let him go!" the man said. Martin released the pilot. "Fuck you, bitch!" Martin pulled out a M9 and shot the man in the face 5 times. He then kicked the pilot off the deck with full force. The HIND pilot screamed as he hit the water and ended up ground in the ship's propeller. "So th' Chinese and the Russians are in this together. Ten S-37's were down, hit by AA Artillery or Surface to Air missiles. Then the SU-35's moved in. 5 more were shot down by the F/A-18E's. The SU-35's retreated along with the HIND's. Martin fell to the floor, bleeding and hurting very badly. The last SU-35 flew toward the ship and fired two sidewinders. The ship exploded and sunk to the bottom. Martin finally realized this, then he knew it was too late. He would finally be with his mother. December 20, 2001 Restaraunt, New York - 0900 "I will miss him. He would have loved to see this." Ryan Clark said in a low tone voice. "Look, it's not your fault. He wouldn't want you worrying everyday, would he? Besides, Christmas is almost coming up now. You shouldn't be worrying now, should you?" Clark's mother said. Ryan walked over to the window. It was quite snowy outside. Breezy since the last time he went there. He had remembered the past times. He wondered, what ever happened to that XB-034? Oh, who gives a shit anyway! Piece of shit motherfucker. The Russians must've stole it. They plan to use some sort of Plasma Bomb or some shit like that. Ryan walked back to the table. "No, you're right. I shouldn't. The next day, Ryan took a trip to northern Canada. That's where he'd seen the previous air facility. They were developing XB-034's there too. I gotta check it out, he thought. "Whoa, holy fucknuts!" All the engineers ran outside the facility to look at the strange phenomona in the sky. "Whoa, look at that!" "What the fuck?!" "Run!" "That's totally bizarre, man!" "Crap, it's them." The Xenomorphs finally came back to start a second fight.