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GFoW - S: Aircraft profile F-16CAGFoW - S: Aircraft profile F-16CA by Todesengel18
Anthony "Voodoo" Cleroux's F-16 is a heavily modified F-16 based off of the Block 50 development. The Block 50 F-16 has been fitted with composite materials and a RAM coating developed by Ratliff Aero to both reduce weight and radar cross section. The aircraft is also equipped with the General Propulsion AF311-GP-135 engine producing 35,000 pounds of thrust in full afterburner and 28,000 pounds in military power. To cope with the added power and speed the Canopy has also been replaced with a heat resistant thermoplastic variant allowing the F-16 to safely reach its top speed without the risk of damaging the canopy. The aircraft is also capable of ground attack like any other F-16 but as per Anthony's requests it was optimized primarily for air combat.
(the specs are based off of a real life F-16 with some changes related to the aircraft featured in the story)
Specifications (Block 50++):
Maximum speed at altitude: Mach 2.12 (1,568 mph, 2,523 km/h)
Cruise speed: Mach 1.2 (913 mph,
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G-FoW: S - Aircraft profile - FelixG-FoW: S - Aircraft profile - Felix by Roddy1990
Ratliff Aero R-14A Felix: In 1976, Wyvernian Air Force [WAF] opened a bidding for a new, larger and heavier interceptor its aging F-4 Phantom II fleet. 2 companies joined the competition: McDonnel-Douglas, with the F-15 Eagle; and Grumman, with the F-14 Tomcat. Despite Wyvernia not having a Navy [no coasts to protect, no seas, nothing] and the Tomcat being essentially a navalised bird, it won the competition. In the contract for 60 examples, signed in 1977, Grumman would provide 16 F-14A units from factory, with other 14 assembled in Wyvernia using CKD kits and the remaining 30 to be fully license-built by Ratliff Aero, until 1988. The Wyvernian-built examples were renamed R-14A Felix. In 1991, when the improved F-14D was presented, WAF was not allowed to buy the new variant, thanks to Kesalia's Prime Minister, Oscar Diederich. This little embargo "scratched" diplomatic relations between both countries a little bit, for a few years, though Wyvernian President, Andr
G-FoW:S - Chapter 10: New WingsG-FoW:S - Chapter 10: New Wings by Roddy1990
February 15th, 2017, 1020 hours [10:20 AM]
Juan was sitting in the pilots' rest room when the intercom requested his presence at the hangars, but didn't explain why. He went to there and found James, Anthony's mechanic.
"Good afternoon, sir. What is that requires my presence?"
"Well buddy...a shiny new bird arrived with your name on her." James replied.
James had a remote control in his left hand and when he pressed a button, the hangar's underground elevator raised and Juan jaw-dropped with the sight: a Ratliff Aero R-2E, the advanced version of the Wyvernian-built variant of the F-16, the R-2A.
"R-2E, whoa!", he exclaimed. "She's beautiful!"
"I knew you'd like her...Voodoo's bird is here too, but we'll keep that as a surprise, since he's still a little sore about his Raptor.", James said happily.
"Not a problem, man! She has quite a few tweaks, eh!"
"Damn right! The "Thermoglass" single-piece canopy, capable of withstanding higher temperatures, allows faster airspe
Juan saw Anthony and his uncle and decided not to disturb them and ruin the moment. He went to check the hangars again. And there was Elson, along with James.
"Hey guys. Thanks a lot for the help back there. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have achieved success.", he gave them a brofist.
"I've heard about the Ruvanians' superfighter...is it really what some pilots claimed? Mach 5, so maneuverable that makes the mighty F-22 look like a WWI biplane?", Elson asked.
"It was. It is. Actually...for the first time in my life...I felt scared. They had the upper hand in the fight all along. If they wanted, we wouldn't be here right now. Guess that's why I lost sanity for a moment...and tried to take that bitch down."
"Who, Lieutenant?", James questioned.
"Ved'ma, the woman Voodoo knew before the war."
Elson sighed and sit in a chair. Feet over the table, a coke in his hand. "Man...a woman with a broken heart is more dangerous than a nuclear warhead ready to blow up. Mr. Cleroux better keep his eyes open. She almost shot down Boomslang 2, right?"
"Indeed.", James replied. "Her bird took quite a hit, it was almost in DBR condition."
"We'll need something else to deal with those pesky fighters. Something better...faster, more powerful...as much as my R-2E is a better bird than average...it's still too conventional. We need something out-of-the-box, new.", Juan stared at random jets taking off. Cargo models, fighters, bombers...there was a lot of movement at Courtlyn International Airport now that it became an emergency base for the WePAC forces.
As their chat went on Anthony and Ricardo appeared.
"Mind if we join guys?" Ricardo asked
"Sir...it's an honor to meet you. Wyvernian Air Force Flight Lieutenant Juan Stutz, at your service.", Juan reaches his hand out to shake.
Ricardo shakes Juan's hand and then pats him on the shoulder, "Thank you very much for participating in my rescue...it truly is an honor to meet you as well. I wanted to meet my nephews girlfriend as well but it seems that she's in the sickbay."
"*sigh* I just asked her out on a date not too long ago...but i'm not sure how that'll play out now." Anthony said with a shrug.
"Oh, don't worry about it. Kim's a tough girl. Besides, I can't miss you two lovebirds' marriage, after the war!", Juan chuckles. "I wanna be the best man, eh!", he pat Anthony's back.
Anthony laughed "Sure you can man! When this war is over I won't mind taking a flight to Wyvernia."
Ricardo walked around James' and Elson's aircraft.
"My god i've never seen a Catalina with so much firepower...and an AH-64A Apache? She may be old but she sure is capable as proven when you rescued me Grasshopper."
"Yessir!", Elson saluted him. "She's old and temperamental, but still got some tricks up her sleeve, more than enough to bring tears to the enemy's troops!", he chuckled.
"Elson, why don't you let the rest of the team have a look at your Apache? No offense, but...she needs some love, I think.", Juan commented.
"Hell no! I'm the only one who takes care of my bird, Lieutenant. Ever since I nearly crashed during trining flight, back in my rookie days, no one but myself touches them. It was because of a faulty rear rotor, badly installed; damn blades went loose and flying around, almost killed people on the ground too! I was lucky to put the chopper on its feet before it started spinning like crazy, even though the landing skids and tail were ruined. So because of that...I have a little trouble trusting other people's work.", the mechanic explained.
"Whoa, man...that was quite serious, I see! Sorry about my words."
"I'm not offended, my friend; just became a bit overly cautious. But it's fine.", he calmed Juan.
"Damn buddy...that's quite a fuck up for the mechanic..I remember when my F-4 ate a crew chiefs hat because he wasn't aware of his surroundings...also that Catalina caught my eye too." Ricardo replied.
"Yeah man...she's seen some serious action...my late co-pilot referred to her as a bath tub but she still pulled through." James said
"Well, that's the most well-armed bath tub in the continent, that's for sure!", Juan joked.
"Hey guys I gotta go for a bit." Anthony said
"Take care!" Juan and the others replied
18:00 Hours (6:00PM):
The group were relaxing in the rec room when Kim walked in.
"Hey guys! What did I miss so far?"
"Heeeeey! The Vixen Queen is back! With all due respect, of course.", Juan winked before patting Kim's back. "Good to see you safe and sound, Kim! Little Voodoo here couldn't stop walking around the room out of concern...right boys?", he chuckled.
"Totally! This man's hopeless!", Elson added, laughing.
Right when Mikhail and his family got in the Catalina and began to take off, Elson spots new threats.
"Shit, T-95's! Mr. Ricardo, hold on tight: we're going for a wild ride!", he said as gained altitude to avoid enemy fire and prepare for counter-attack. "Ive got 4...5..6 of them."
The T-95's didn't waste time, trying to shoot down the "Grasshopper" with all the might of their 130-mm main guns. Elson had to perform crazy maneuvers to dodge them. Locking on, he fires his Hydra rockets and destroys 2 of them. Moving on, the Apache takes hit by machine gun fire, even causing some windows to crack.
"Hang the fuck on!"
The last set of rockets are fired, killing 3 more tanks. Now is down to the last T-95...vs Elson's 30-mm cannon.
"Aaaah!", he charges toward the tank to prevent being hit by the main gun, unleashing his 30-mm fury over the target. T-95's are well protected against machine guns, and he ends up overheating the gun for shooting too much; jammed.
"Whatever, we're getting the hell out!"
0600 Hours (6:00AM) Sunrise...
Elson soon rejoined formation with James...as they thought they were finally out of the woods they soon had company. SU-25's approaching at low altitude along with SU-35's,J-20's and J-31's at high altitude.
"Boomslang 3 here...I count about forty contacts on radar both at high and low altitudes, Me,Boomslang 1 and 2 will deal with the Frogfoots. The rest of you take on the high altitude birds." The trio dived to low altitude to engage the SU-25's.
The SU-25's soon closed the gap with the Apache and Catalina, as the pilot locked on he was soon splashed out of nowhere by one of the boomslang's.
"Hooyah! Scratch one Frogfoot!" Juan cheered.
The air battle raged on and losses piled up on both sides...but soon for some reason the remaining enemy fighters disengaged and began their retreat....Then three massive radar signatures appeared on Juan's radar.
"Boomslang 3 to all planes...I have three unknown's on radar. Altitude 114,000 feet and approaching at mach five!"
"Shit...looks like things just got a bit harder" Anthony said.
"Voodoo..." said an unknown female voice with a Kesalian accent.
"That damn voice, I'd recognize her anywhere! It's her!!! The wicked witch!", Juan yelled at the radio. "All units, watch out for incoming hostile! Don't let your guard down!"
The three enemy fighters descended from high altitude and downed several more boomslang fighters. "SHE'S BREAKING UP!!" shouted a Kesalian plot before his signal faded to static.
"Boomslang 1 to all planes! Retreat I repeat retreat, We'll hold them off!"
Kim locked onto one of the unkown's and fired an AIM-120 "Boomslang 2, Fox 3!", the missile simply bounced off of the fighter.
"You bitch! Now you're as good as dead!!" Shouted the enemy pilot.
"What the hell? No effects at all?! Boomslang 3, Fox 3!", Juan then fires a "Karushya" missile...which is also deflected. "No way!" Anthony then fired an AIM-140 Stormbreaker also to no effect.
"She has some kind of shield around the aircraft! And with that speed, we can't lay a finger on it!"
"Plus there's three of those suckers out there... I think it's best that we retreat..we can't afford to take any more losses nor hang around any longer. Boomslang 3, if you've got a data recorder on your R-2 then I hope you recroded this stuff because maybe your buddies from Ratliff can find a potential weakness."
"Actually...we're just doing that right now.", a new voice could be heard on the radio. Juan recognized it. "Boss?!" "Hello, my boy!", It was Nathan, in his BO-733 a few miles away. "Nosy 1 here, we're analyzing the data on the enemy aircrafts; they seem to use the same feature from the super fortress we spotted at the Russel Glacier. Avoid direct contact at any costs!" "Boomslang 3 to all units, you heard Nosy. Retreat!"
The trio along with the surviving units turned back and headed to allied territory...but the Ruvanian pilot wasn't going to allow it. She lined up her fighter and fired the laser, the laser pierced through Kim's F-16XL and caused some serious damage.
"SHIT! This is Boomslang two! I've been hit...I can still fly but i'm in very bad shape...I gotta drop altitude." Kim said. Anthony soon joined her and flew under her fighter to inspect the damage.
"My god Kim...she did you in pretty bad. Your rudder was basically sliced in half and you're leaking fuel.."
"Laser? Holy cow...looks like the perfect match to me!", he smirks while trying to intercept the one who nearly shot Kim down. "COME ON, WITCH! I'M RIGHT HERE!", he tried to get behind and shoot at her with his laser too, but the Ruvanian fighter's speed and agility was simply mind-blowing, beyond human-capable, almost...supernatural!
"Ved'ma! Let us return to base...the commander will be very happy to know the test results of our new fighter."
The enemy fighter engaged full power and sped away from Juan, Juan then turned around and rejoined formation...
"Boomslang one to all units...one of our members is heavily damage and we need to land soon...You all did well, our mission was accomplished, but unfortunately we lost some brave pilots along the way..Set your course for Courtlyn International Airport...Sagemoor Province, Kesalia."
10:30 Hours (10:30AM) Sagemoor approaching:
"Courtlyn tower this is Boomslang 2...requesting an emergency landing, please have emergency rescue on standby..I need a doctor.." Kim said.
"Courtlyn tower to Boomslang 2, you are cleared for emergency landing..."
Kim touched down on the runway and slammed on the brakes..because of the damage sustained and the sheer force of the brakes the nose wheel collapsed and her plane soon skidded to a halt. As the canopy opened the emergency vehicles appeared, pulled her out of the plane and hosed it down. They then loaded her into an ambulance and took her to a nearby hospital. Shortly after Juan,Anthony,James and Elson landed along with the surviving Boomslang's.
**TO BE CONTINUED IN EPILOGUE**
Before they could continue their conversation a young intelligence officer barged into the room.
"GENERAL!" the young officer shouted
"What is it soldier?" Celuchu replied with one eyebrow raised
"We managed to decipher the signal, we got rid of most of the distortion and were able to clearly understand most of it" *grabs the recorder and begins playback*
"Cal..calling all Kesalian military assets! th-this is First Lieutenant Ricardo Martinez...I have managed to escape the Dark Vaults work camp in Osesa Ruvania..I have with me very vital intel."
"Now...Elson!", he grabbed his cellphone to call the Sergeant.
At Touhsea Airfield, the phone rings. Elson picks it up. "KBD's Headquarters."
"Elson? Lt. Stutz!"
"Hey, Lieutenant! How's it going?"
"No time to waste, my friend! Prepare your team, we're gonna need all help we can!"
"Wait, does that mean secret informations? Let me settle things here...gimme a second."
He turned off the phone and proceeded to call Juan back through a portable radio comm. Juan checked his phone and there was a KBD symbol. He clicked on it, and the call was decrypted with Elson's device.
"There, now the line is encrypted for outsiders, it's safe to talk."
"Right. A Kesalian prisoner managed to escape from Osesa and it's of vital importance that he be rescued!"
"You're talking to the right man, sir! I'll get my crew on alert and the airfield ready for you guys!"
"Elson, more than that. I need you to take your Apache for this mission."
"But sir...Osesa is deep within Ruvania. I'm not sure the 'Grasshopper' can go that deep in enemy territory."
"*sighs* Alright, fine."
"You the man!"
"I know that. *laughs*"
When Juan finished his chat with Elson Anthony walked up to him to ask him for an opinion on the mission.
"Hey buddy...I really need an opinion on this, Jame's Catalina received some upgrades during its repairs and i'm wondering if we should have him bring his bird along or let him sit this one out...last I checked he got a 57mm mounted on the nose to replace the twin 25's.."
"Bro...we're gonna save your uncle. Don't you think we should go at it with EVERYTHING we got? Hell, if I had a twin, I'd be putting him to fly the Leoqoon already!", Juan clenched his fists.
Before their conversation could go on the intercom sounded
"Will Captain Cleroux please report to the maintenance hangar, I repeat Captain Cleroux to the maintenance hangar."
"*shakes Juan's hand* Well my brother, I've gotta get going. I'll see you in the sky soon enough." Anthony said
Anthony made his way to the hangar and saw that there were in fact no aircraft sitting in there until an alarm sounded and the platform rose from the ground to reveal James standing next to Anthony's new fighter.
"So kid whattya think, ain't she pretty?!" James asked happily as he stood next to an F-16.
"It's an F-16, I flew one of these when I was in flight school, brilliant little birds they were." Anthony replied.
James chuckled "Well kid this isn't your daddys F-16, this is an F-16 block 50++ she's got the latest engine from General Propulsion developed for the F-16...she pumps out about 35,000 pounds of thrust in afterburner and about 28K in mil power. These new F-16's aren't like the old F-16's from my time either buddy no siree. This baby has composite materials similar to that found on the 5th gen birds albeit mainly to reduce weight along with a RAM coating courtesy of the boys from Ratliff. Plus there's no need to worry about this one getting taken away from you like what happened with your Raptor. Lastly this bird is a ONE OFF, as in she's literally got your name on it...instead of F-16C the designation is F-16CA as in Cleroux Anthony. Lastly this bird is capable of ground attack but she's more of a back to basics type bird as in she's optimized mainly for air combat hence her lighter weight and incredible engine power...she can kick some ass on the ground too but her main role is air to air."
Anthony stared at the plane with a shocked look on his face which soon turned into an ear to ear smile. He walked around the plane and inspected it. He admired every little detail on it.
"So buddy! Wanna take her for a spin?"
Anthony looked at james with a somewhat disappointed expression
"I'd love to man but I gotta rest up, We've got a mission tomorrow night and I want to be at my peak performance...but don't worry this new bird will see some PROPER action!" Anthony fist bumped James and headed to the lounge area
February 18th 2230 Hours (10:30PM)
The trio had finally received approval to go on with their mission. Their fighters were loaded for a long range escort mission, without anymore time to waste they climbed into their aircraft and took off along with several other fighters from the Boomslang squadron.
"Boomslang One to all planes..In this mission we will be going deep into Ruvanian territory to rescue a comrade. If any of you wish to turn around speak now."
"I say 'attack the dragon with everything we've got!'", Juan added, excited.
"Roger that!" Juan said as he moved in front of the formation.
The squadron dropped to their altitude and began their flight deep into enemy territory to rescue a fallen comrade.
"Papa Surf to Grasshopper, Looks like we're flying nap of the earth!" James said happily as he began to put his Catalina through its paces
"Roger that Pops!" Elson replied.
0350 Hours (3:50AM)
Another radio transmission then blared through Juan's headset..it was from the same person.
"Calling all Kesalian military assets. This is Lieutenant Ricardo Martinez, I have taken refuge near the Ruvanian coast and with me I have the family that aided me in my escape. We have managed to find a safe place to hide.." Before Ricardo could finish his distress call gunshots rang out.
"SHIT! We've got Civilian's involved." Juan said angirly
" Stutz...I can only carry one extra person in my Apache....wait a sec...I've got it! Aragord you'll have to perform a water landing to rescue the family...after all the Ruvanian government is gonna want them dead for helping an enemy prisoner escape. Cleroux and Meitzen you guys stick to the plan and if need be help provide CAS." Elson replied
"You're a genius my boy!" Juan said
**TO BE CONTINUED...**