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The year is 2033. The world has been devolved into the primitive and savage environment that is World War Three. The war has touched everyone. It's only been three years since the first declaration of war.

2020, the oil had dried up. To the Middle Eastern countries, this meant an economy breakdown. Whoever is considered "rich" can barely keep up with the mountain of bills hence to their business' being ruined due to the economic breakdown. Other countries in Europe, some of North America, South America, Eurasia, etc. are relatively unaffected. The private sectors are all struggling though. The US was hit the hardest due to their consumption of oil and stubborn attitude. The reason why America was effected the most was because of the new solar power that was perfected. Micro-sunrays were implemented into European and Asian vehicles. All of them. Military, Civilian, Government, everything. The US only implemented them into military vehicles. They had already made an oil fervor into all other branches of vehicles. Even power was partially dominated by oil. Why didn't they use them? Why else, oil corporations. "Oiligarchies" they were nicknamed by local newspapers and such. CNN and Fox news and such didn't do so because if they did, there goes their next paycheck. Since America was a Capitalism, corporations, crime lords, and other rich nuisances could bribe their way through everything. Unless of course, it went against some politician's goals. Then another politician would go up against them. Blah blah blah. I won't bore you with the details. Entire families were forced onto a breadline.

2027. The American economy has been restored. But now... It's not a president running the show. A former Corporate CEO, Anthony Finnbar, was voted into office, in 2019. In the year 2023, he had restored the American economy, by slowly incorporating micro-sunrays into the private sector and public institutions. Approval ratings were sky-high. But America wasn't enough for him. As soon as it turned to New Year's eve and the year 2024 turned around, as soon as the crowd counted down to Zero, as soon as the fireworks exploded... The White house had barbed wire strewn around it, and military police, CIA agents, guard dogs, and automated turrets gaurding it. Every building that supposedly "belonged" to the Judaical or legislative branch was breached, secured, and strewn with dead Congress and Judaical members. Some of them and their family members simply disappeared. No corpses, no signs of where they might've been taken, only signs of forced entry into their residence. All military officials had been bribed or executed in extremely quick succession.

2025, Civil rights and Humanitarion groups, from over-seas, are demanding to know the status and location of members of Congress and Judaical members. They were released from a starvation camp. Their wills were broken, and they were all gaunt. The world remained was shocked. Tensions were getting higher with other countries around the world.

2026, enough military officials and platoons from all armed branches had decided enough was enough and committed a coup de tadt. They took as many nuclear weapons as they could, and made a run for the Mexican border. When Finbarr had been asked by the World Media, he calmly stated "Don't worry, I'll have ALL of them back and more. Sooner or later." ...

Mexico, had been overrun, by 2027. Half a year later, Canada was turned into another piece of American territory. The UN voted for a trade embargo with the United States of America. The US immediately withdrew from the United Nations. You're probably wondering, "If Mexico was the place where the Coup de Tadt troops took refuge, along with the Nukes, why wasn't Canada turned into a wasteland?" Simple. They weren't there anymore. The CIA chased them to the Brazilian seaboard. The rouge soldiers escaped to Spain. By then, the UN had brought together every militarily competent country from Western Europe, to Russia in a defense pact against America.

2029, the US took South America. All of it. China, North Korea, Kazakhstan and reluctantly, Vietnam, entered their own defense pact: The Red Star Defense Force (RSDF). Both the US and UN saw the RSDF as a possible threat. However, the RSDF, like the US, took up an isolationist attitude. An obvious sign that the US would go to war, would be when conscription doubled. Boy, on that year, Conscription tripled. Other countries hoped to stay out of the conflict that would obviously explode very soon. The world held it's collective breath.

Naught, but one year later, the US took the northern coast of Africa. The UN set it's foot down. It would NOT allow the US to take Africa. Taking Africa would mean giving the US the springboard they need to launch a full-scale invasion! So, on the year 2030, the UN declared war on the US. Ironically, the US was ready. In fact, both nation's Navies and Air forces met in the Mediterranean sea! Due to the British being the driving force in the Naval engagement, they sank a quarter of the American fleet. The US fleet admiral, ordered for the fleet to retreat. The US ground and air forces launched defensive operations. They destroyed all paved roads that previously, they worked so hard on creating. They looted from the same people they helped twenty years ago. Oh, the cruel irony!

The RSDF saw the conflict as an opportunity to attack the US from the rear. They threw everything they had at the Western side of America. What they found was a prepared, over-whelming force. The entire battle plan was in shambles. It was a pre-paid ticket to the almighty to be sent onto the landing zones. The fleets were harassed all the way back to their respective countries. So, they overtook the countries between them. Vietnam took up a defensive stance. North Korea took the chance to overtake South Korea. China beat the ever-living CRAP out of the other countries. Kazakhstan took the Middle-East. Once North Korea took over South Korea, creating the Free Korean Republic, they set their sites on assisting China. Then the RSDF started to take American owned islands in the Pacific, leading to a dead-lock for control.

No sooner had China and the FKR taken the final independent country in Asia, and Kazakhstan taken Arabia, had Russian forces poured over the unprepared Chinese Northern border. Meanwhile, the Western European forces assaulted the Middle-East and Kazakhstan. The UN, had classified the RSDF as a serious threat.

2033, the Chinese has beaten the Russians and Eastern Europeans back. The UN and US recovered from the Naval engagement in the Mediterranean. Soon, the Mediterranean sea will once again, become a death-trap.

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So's, let me explain. Essentially, America has become a dictatorship, ruled by a former Corporate CEO, Anthony Finbarr. The UN has brought in any country with a military force over 500,000 troops to fight in Africa, while Russia and some Eastern European countries fought in Asia. The RSDF is fighting in a deadly power struggle in the Pacific with the US, and are in a defensive war with the UN.

You are an Air Force pilot for your Alliance. Doesn't matter what kind. You can be a bomber, fighter, or multi-role. Pilots aren't segregated into seperate areas of the barracks so, anyone can socialize with anyone.

Anyways, all planes fly in a flight or formation. Their are never any Lone-wolves unless the mission calls for it. However, due to the Multi-role planes ability to fill in as bombers and fighters, Multi-roles and fighters can be in the same flight.

FINALLY, we get to the bio.

NameMake it appropriate for your alliance)
AgeAt least 17)
Gender:
BioAt least 5, optional)
Alliance:
RankNothing too out of control)
War front: (American players will be in the Pacific, Mediterranean, and Eastern side of Egypt. UN players will be in aircraft carriors stationed in the Mediterranean and Russia. RSDF players will be in the Pacific and Saudi-Arabia)
Physical descriptionAt least 3)
AircraftFighter, multi-role, bomber)
PersonalityAt least 3)
Other:

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

Tactical insertion plane. The AN-72 can house light vehicles like ATV's and cars and crap like that. But anything with more armour than a Humvee is impossible to fit in.

Lol. 40 minutes into your game, the battery runs out. Ain't that a bi***. :P Anyways, you can still talk with the others. Or you could just fly the plane.

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Name: Alec Dimtri
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Bio: A kid with an obsession with avionics, Alec spent his whole life dreaming of being a pilot. Just before the main conflict broke out, he got his wish. He ranked up fast. Now he is ready for anything.
Alliance: UN
Rank: Senior Airmen
War front: Russia
Physical description: Short dirty blonde hair with grey eyes. He stands about 6'3". He's been trained in combat in the plane and basic survival skills if he ejects and lands in enemy territory.
Aircraft: Fighter
Squadron:Tigr
Personality: Alec is born for the air. He's quick witted and very fast to respond. Determination and luck aid him.

I shake his hand and greet everyone with enough respect. Then I wait for Alexandor to do something.

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Name: Alec Dimtri
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Bio: A kid with an obsession with avionics, Alec spent his whole life dreaming of being a pilot. Just before the main conflict broke out, he got his wish. He ranked up fast. Now he is ready for anything.
Alliance: UN
Rank: Senior Airmen
War front: Russia
Physical description: Short dirty blonde hair with grey eyes. He stands about 6'3". He's been trained in combat in the plane and basic survival skills if he ejects and lands in enemy territory.
Aircraft: Fighter
Squadron:Tigr
Personality: Alec is born for the air. He's quick witted and very fast to respond. Determination and luck aid him.

I have a feeling you don't like interaction and you're more into action. Listen me Gusta. This won't be "shoot everything on site" game. You're going to have to get to know some guys and socialize with them. You feel me?

"Well anyways, time for dinner. Would you like to join us Bishop?" Bishop shrugs. "Sure." He answers. You all get a tray-full of food and sit at a table near the corner close to the exit. "Now if only we had F22's." Illich says to no one in particular. "Well, their the best the US has to offer so, I'm not suprised Europeans don't get them. Besides, the economies would go down the toilet again." Josef says. Bishop shrugs. "It's true, their REALLY expensive." Illich squirms a little. Then you realize his pupils are getting larger. You also notice there are sweets on his tray. The others notice too. "Illich, just caaaaalm down. Don't make any sudden movements." You realize everyone else is dead-silent and staring at Illich. He twitches, then he looks around, eyes darting. Whatcha gonna do?

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

I look for a plug outlet (they have it on everything) If i find one, I charge the game, if not, i turn the comm station on and yell SHUT UP to every one for the h*** of it

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Name: Alec Dimtri
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Bio: A kid with an obsession with avionics, Alec spent his whole life dreaming of being a pilot. Just before the main conflict broke out, he got his wish. He ranked up fast. Now he is ready for anything.
Alliance: UN
Rank: Senior Airmen
War front: Russia
Physical description: Short dirty blonde hair with grey eyes. He stands about 6'3". He's been trained in combat in the plane and basic survival skills if he ejects and lands in enemy territory.
Aircraft: Fighter
Squadron:Tigr
Personality: Alec is born for the air. He's quick witted and very fast to respond. Determination and luck aid him.

"What's wrong with him and sweets?" I murmur as I start to stand up. "Illich just relax..."

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

"What the hell?" You hear Buckingham 2. "Who was that?" You hear Kaiser 1 ask. Everyone dismisses it.

You have arrived at the destination. You hear a re-run of the 57th's plan, once again, then they start to jump. Once the last one jumps, your console starts to start warning you. "Missile. Missile. Missile." The monotone voice keeps repeating the phrase.

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Name: Alec Dimtri
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Bio: A kid with an obsession with avionics, Alec spent his whole life dreaming of being a pilot. Just before the main conflict broke out, he got his wish. He ranked up fast. Now he is ready for anything.
Alliance: UN
Rank: Senior Airmen
War front: Russia
Physical description: Short dirty blonde hair with grey eyes. He stands about 6'3". He's been trained in combat in the plane and basic survival skills if he ejects and lands in enemy territory.
Aircraft: Fighter
Squadron:Tigr
Personality: Alec is born for the air. He's quick witted and very fast to respond. Determination and luck aid him.

Illich's eyes dart to you. He giggles slightly. A female pilot and her wingman, both wearing rings, sneak up behind him from the other table. They jump, restrain him, then take him outside. There, they let him go.

Activity resumes in the cafeteria. Your flight-mates give a resounding sigh. Markov looks up at you. "When it comes to sweets, Illich has a hyper-mental-meltdown. The first time he did that, some poor guy got knocked out, I STILL have bruises on my left arm, and Illich burnt his index finger very badly." He explains. You sit back down and everyone resumes eating. Markov evenly distributes the sweets between you all. Illich eventually comes back in, in his normal state. Which is still hyper. Everyone starts to talk about politics, how bad some of the food tasted, and women. (Much to Illich's delight)

You're all returning from your dinner when the air raid siren starts to blare. A Russian soldier who was in tower control, starts to speak over the intercom. "All fighter squadrons. Sortie, sortie. We have an enemy bombing squadron incoming! Move to intercept. Bishop rushes to his own squadron in the Raptor hanger. Other squadrons are already taking off. Your squadron is halted before they can take off, while Warwolf squadron went first. "Da, Wheels. Check. Left flaps. Check. Right flaps. Check. Engine. Check. You're all good Tigr squadron. Make Russia proud!" Then, Bishop flies off, being the last one to sortie. Your squadron was the last to sortie. You notice bombers being moved to safe positions.

In the air, no one checks in because anyone that wasn't a fighter pilot, was watching the runway. Five squadron's of planes had taken off. Your plane identification system tells you who the others are though. Coyote, lion (lee-on, it's a French squadron), Bolshoi Madved (Big Bear in Russian), Warwolf squadron, and, of course, Tigr squadron.

You fly in silence for a while, in the direction of the hostile planes. "Break! Break left!" You hear Markov yell as multiple missiles are fired at the combat flight. Your squadron breaks left with a few others, Bolshoi Madved and Lion. All others had deployed flares. You realize the enemy also flanked you, as there is a Chengyang-J11 on your tail. Everyone breaks off dogfighting with their own hostile fighter.

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

" goody boys! nows your chance to get off your big fat *** and protect me" then i try to maneuver away

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

"Copy that, Buckingham going to save A**-hole McF***face." Buckingham 1 Retorts. His flight flies past your plane. Meanwhile, you break left but the plane is painfully slow. It's fast enough when you suddenly jerk your hand, going up then immediately back down, dodging the missile by a very small margin. "This is Kaiser 1, we'll stay with the planes." Kaiser squadron stays above your flight. Almost immediately, Kaiser 3's plane is hit by a rocket in it's engine. "Flaps. Dead. Controls. Dead." "Eject Kaiser 3!" After a few seconds, the Typhoon's cockpit is blasted open, revealing the German pilot. He blasts off in his seat. Soon enough, his parachute will deploy. "Captain, can you hear me? This is Kaiser 1." The captain that was in the rear of your plane pipes up. "Ja? Kaiser 1?" "Kaiser 3 just lost his plane, can you detach a group of your men to rescue him?" "Copy that Kaiser 1. I'm sending my men now." The Kaiser squadron notice hostile Chengyang-J11's up ahead. They go ahead of you. One blasts the hostile fighter squadron with a 4AAM barrage, blasting the all. More fighters come in from your rear. Two squadrons. One of them manages to get on your tail. "Kaiser 1, we're under attack!" The Kaiser squadron start to dogfight with one squadron, however the others are attacking your flight.

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

I say "awww S*** you guys failed! im landin' and nothing you say will stop me!" Then i try to land

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

The attacking squadron quickly focuses on you because you've become an even bigger and easier target. They chase you from above, swarming you. Rockets and machineguns galore, and you've lost your wings. "Molnyia 2 is going down! Molnyia 2 is going down!" Molnyia 4 starts yelling. Your plane spins repeatedly, until it crashes, landing upside down. You look around, your vision getting darker. The radio is dead. You can still hear the rockets and machineguns, seeing flashes and flares. You look down at your body, realizing there is some shrapnel sticking out of your chest. It isn't deep, but if you leave it you're done. You pull it out, with much pain. You scream in pain, the shrapnel coming out with blood trailing behind it. "F*** F*** F***!!!" You yell. Your vision is still getting darker. What do you do.

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

I say "man down b***** WOOOOooooo. Then pass out

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I choke the throttle to make my turn sharper and go into a steep dive, returning my throttle to its position and checking my flares to make sure they are operational. I then try to find the tango.

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Name: Alec Dimtri
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Bio: A kid with an obsession with avionics, Alec spent his whole life dreaming of being a pilot. Just before the main conflict broke out, he got his wish. He ranked up fast. Now he is ready for anything.
Alliance: UN
Rank: Senior Airmen
War front: Russia
Physical description: Short dirty blonde hair with grey eyes. He stands about 6'3". He's been trained in combat in the plane and basic survival skills if he ejects and lands in enemy territory.
Aircraft: Fighter
Squadron:Tigr
Personality: Alec is born for the air. He's quick witted and very fast to respond. Determination and luck aid him.

Steep dive? Nice.

The Bandit is trying to overtake you from above. He had stayed in the invert to keep a close eye on you while you were diving. Then he dived as well, a few meters ahead of where you did. He fires a missile at you. It came from his under-belly. It's a QAAM missile. Those are used at long range. It's tracking system is like what's used for regular missiles. However, their speed is twice as fast as the F22-A Raptor. However, you already armed your flares. The missile streaks away because of them. The Chengyang pilot starts to fire at you with his HMG's. What do you do?

Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

Meh. That was easy. Pilots are given 9 mils so that they can defend themselves when they eject behind enemy territory. You could have returned to the base in time for dinner.

You wake up to a foriegn language, harsh light and grey walls. You look around drowsily, the language stops. You hear footsteps. You're b****-slapped by some guy. "Wake up!" A harsh voice commands. You look at him. He's got black hair, green eyes, and he's 6'2. He looks to be a PLA Colonel. "Alright, you Russian *******, you're going to answer my questions, or I'll have your FU**ING SKULL BROKEN!!! Understand?" He yells at you in Russian. You notice another guy behind him. His face is shrouded by his helmet. However, it looks like he has all kinds of jagged knives, scars on his limbs, and one of those things they use to break crab armor. Your hands are bound by wires. If you try to struggle, they cut into your flesh. So, the only thing you can do is talk. What do you say?

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

"I know what to do in this type of situation. Kill me B****, cuz the only thing im gonna be sayin is insults to that S***H*** of a face!

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