Mission 2: God of War Ongoing AAR (Let's Play Ep 2)
The Mission Begins to Fall Apart
Vampire! Vampire! Vampire!
Colonel Huh was as calm as usual – as far as anyone observing him would know. Internally, his mind was running through his checklist, as always. Altitude? Heading? Speed? Wingman Position? Enemy Sensors? Follow On Unit Positions? Time to Launch Point?... over and over, like a metronome. Still, in a way that would be nearly imperceptible to an observer, there was a slight tick. Always, after verifying time to launch point, his gaze would flicker to the photograph taped to his display. It was a photograph of him and his father, when the Colonel was very young. They had just escaped from the Hell that had been North Korea. After his older sister died of malnutrition related illness, his mother implored their father to flee. He refused. They argued. Apparently, someone heard them fighting. And turned them in. For what, the Colonel always wondered. A morsel of food? The promise of a morsel of food? Or perhaps just hoping that, if anyone else had heard, the culprit would not be the second person to report what they'd heard. The next day, while his father was scavenging for food, men came. Men in uniforms. Men who frightened his mother. She ordered him to hid and remain silent. She left with the men with little protest. Apparently his father observed all this from a distance, because as soon as the very fancy car pulled away, his father swept in the back door, picked the Colonel up, ordered him to remain silent, and they left with only the clothes on their backs. After a long and difficult journey, they wound up in China. At least here there was food. But little warmth, human or otherwise. Constantly, Huh was forced to fight other boys. He became good at it, good enough to no longer be the target after a time. The will to fight served him well in the PLAF, and he quickly became an officer, despite not being ethnic Chinese. And here he was, flying the most advanced aircraft the world has ever seen (at least as far as the PLAF was concerned, and he was not one to argue).
He thought of these things with a small part of his mind, while going through his checklist. Time to Launch Point? Thirty seconds. Altitude? 45... ALARM! ENEMY MISSILES TARGETING AIRCRAFT. Now all of the Colonel's mind was focused on the mission. His last, fleeting thought before total concentration was “I knew we should not have flown this mission during the daylight...” Now he thrust his aircraft into the steepest fastest climb he could, hoping to achieve launch altitude in time...
As my stealth strike draws close to the target, I realize I've made a couple of mistakes. First, my weapons on this flight are standoff glide bombs. They require a fairly high altitude (10,000 ft AGL) to release. The means I'll have to jump up high near the taraget to launch from close in. If I launch from max range, I believe those bombs are slow enough that enemy SAMs will easily pick them off. Finally, I realize that using stealth technology would have been better after dark, rather than in broad daylight. You live (or not), you learn...
My stealth fighters flying low, approaching the target.
This is part 3. Part 2 is here: tm.asp?m=4430471&mpage=1&key=�
