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Burning Skies

“Rider 1, I’m nearly at bingo fuel, requesting RTB”

“Negative 8! The Olympus has taken significant damage, and the landing strip is inoperable!”

“I can’t fly on fumes 1!”

“We’ve gotta see this through! Stay with your wing, and ditch when you bingo”

“Dammit 1, you know we’re cutting this close as it is!”

“Omega has to get through!”

“Ah shit. Copy that 1”

“Stay sharp guys! Bigbird, direct the Olympus’ AA into killbox gamma 2!”

“Copy that 1, tracking enemy bogeys in killbox gamma 2”

“Riders, form up on me! Focus on protecting Omega!”

“What about the Olympus?”

“The Knights are covering her, but Omega is our last hope!”

“Dammit, Rider squadron, where’s my cover? My escorts are down!”

“We’re on our way Omega, sit tight!”

“Riders, enemy contacts are t-minus ten seconds bearing one nine two!”

“But Omega is one eight five!”

“Omega must get through Riders!”

“Copy Bigbird! This is it Riders! Omega, we are running on fumes, but we will cover you until we punch out!

“Contacts detected!”

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