Another Worldly Summons

Chapter 89: Seeds of Conflict

On the screen, tension filled the air as pilots looks at their missiles being intercepted effectively by Annonrial fleet defense. A series of bright flashes against the backdrop of the vast ocean indicated the enemy's effective countermeasures. Dozens of missiles were then unleashed from the enemy fleet, arcing through the sky with menacing intent.

"All attacks have failed," declared the leader of the fighter squadron, his voice firm but edged with a hint of frustration.

The situation grew even more tense as radar blips illuminated the presence of several hostile bogies hurtling towards them. These blips weren't the amateurish maneuvers of a disorganized foe; instead, they hinted at a coordinated and highly skilled adversary.

"Hostile bogies inbound," came the terse warning over the radio. The pilots, already steeped in the gravity of the situation, braced for an even greater challenge.

Amidst the cacophony of electronic chatter and the insistent blaring of warning alarms in the cockpit, the pilots maintained their focus with unwavering determination.

"Intercept," commanded the voice from the AWACS, a clear directive amidst the chaos.

"178th Fighter Wing is en route," announced another voice, injecting a tinge of hope and support into the tense atmosphere.

They adjusted their formation, scattering to fend off the incoming missiles and bogies. Despite the mounting chaos, their focus remained unbroken, their collective efforts evident in their sharp maneuvers in the face of adversity.

Then, a cacophony of blaring sounds echoed through their cockpits as dozens more air-launched missiles from the inbound ships closed in on them, now just 90 kilometers away.

"Evasive maneuvers!" came the urgent command over the radio.

"Retaliate," one of the pilots barked as they switched to the offensive. "Fox 1!"

"Fox 1!"

In a synchronized display of firepower, dozens of American AIM-120 and Russian R-23 missiles ignited their propulsion systems, hurtling forward with deadly intent as they actively homed in on their designated targets. The skies became a battleground, with a web of missiles and countermeasures streaking through the air as flares burst forth from ASEAN attack force.

Before their missiles could reach the Annonrial aircraft, the chaos of incoming Annonrial missiles and bogies closing in became an immediate priority. A flood of urgent communication filled the intercoms among the F-15 and Su-30 pilots. Their voices, though charged with urgency, remained remarkably calm and focused, a stark contrast to the should be potentially impending danger.

"Missile lock, evasive action!" crackled over the intercom.

The pilots swiftly responded, each one taking on a specific actions in their evasive ballet. As they initiated barrel rolls and sharp climbs, they communicated their movements to ensure they didn't collide in the frantic dance of evasion.

"Chaff and flare deployed!" announced another pilot, releasing the countermeasures that burst into brilliant showers of light and diversion.

"Left, break left!" came a directive, andone of the formation adjusted accordingly, scattering like a flock of birds to disrupt the incoming missiles' targeting.

"Split-S maneuver, on my mark," someone commanded, and in a synchronized heartbeat, the fighters executed the maneuver, creating a confusing cascade of movement that left radar-guided missiles chasing ghosts.

"Electronic countermeasures active," reported another voice, and the air filled with the subtle hum of electronic warfare as jamming signals as they attempting to disrupt the guidance systems of the incoming threats.