Well, here's the latest chapter.
Not liking the 'dead once already' in my first-mission bio, I decided to go back and try-try over again.
This time, all's the enemy could be bothered to loft was a sick triplet of Su-25 and wingie bagged two of those (nerd shot an AMRAAM from in-trail, right under my jet, scaring the crap out of me /again/).
I Shift S'd around a couple hours longer than my 10:15 recovery time said I should have but I guess the bad guys were out playing goat polo or screwing their sisters or something.
I 'D.I.D.' manage to get myself gassed (Shift S from Ref Autopilot, better'n a greased condom but no voyeur-visuals please-ure... and then finally gave up and headed back to the barn.
And what does Mr. Wingster do? I /swear/ from 2 miles back off my rightwing in 'Sweep, Loose' as I called my Direct Approach request (too disgusted for a breakaway overhead showoff) he comes BLAZING past me, no warning, no "By Your F**kin' Leave", -on the left- and parks his worthless hide in front of me on the glideslope.
I'm already slightly 'worried' about this great big grocery truck of an Mi-26 moving at a sedate 90 knots about 5nm on down the merry path and now I've got a Novice Kamikaze only a mile up in front who obviously has to go potty /real bad/.
Yet every time I call in, the Tower doesn't wave me and there's a KC-135/F-18E and a Dark Star in trail at 20nm intervals back so I figure the better part of laziness is the assumption that they must know what the heck they're doing.
Wingnut eventually 'disappears' into the far field of virtual garage doors (oh for a 1024 display...) and while I'm frantically looking for the _Off!_ switch, there goes the threshold.
Not being all /that/ confident of African ATC, I keep myself about ten feet high and 15 knots 'undecided' to about the 1/4 length mark and Shoar Enuf, just as I'm about to make the land-or-else commitment, here's this bloody great BULK of my erstwhile #2 'leading the way' down the middle of the Road like it was Christmas and he was the Friggin' Pope!
Now that's just _rude_.
Lead, Follow or 'Whatever' but get thee THE HELL OFF THE ACTIVE!
I mean we each managed to take off _together_ on _opposite_ sides of the little yellow line now /didn't we/??
And I _know_ I was firmly 'in the right' of my-side cleared pavement.
If he was in such an all-fired Top Gun hurry get back to the bar and brag to the local conchitas, he could have at least 'shared' or turned off at the first taxiway.
Maybe I gotta use the Little Boys Room too, ya know?
But Nooooooo. Lolligagging like a C-5 with /My Grandmother/ at the controls...right down the center stripe.
Fingering him in the best LA freeway tradition, wishing for the .44 I keep in my /real/ glove compartment (I probably _did_ melt his verticals with my AB=Oh-NOOO! blast) I do a Cobra fit to make Kvotchur Proud and practically crawl back into the sky.
Only to then get a Zoom (once the pollock inertias got done deciding up-versus-forward) sufficient to water my eyes.
I /just/ barely remembered my gear as I crossed 200 about 3,000ft up.
And what does The Wingmonster do? Lifts off again and comes after me! Such Loyalty, Maverick, (++ get thee away daemon!++).
Well this time, by the Elder Gawds, I've got his number and counter with an immediate reverse-tactical, 'downwind', right onto the numbers (all that time in JF-18 /duz/ have it's uses...), watching the HUD tilt about 15` as I frantically >>>>>>> THIS WAY! take the first (last) exit and stand on the brakes while Wierd Al Crazeovic does his best 'A-duuuuh, now-where-did-he-go?' lost moron impression.
And the screen fades to a white event horizon.
Mind, I'm /still/ ticked about the kill:flight hour ratio. ONE Frogger, what a waste of a good AMRAAM.
I'd forgotten how much I 'liked' this game, now I know why...;-) KP
P.S. Anybody know how to turn off the green and reds? I can't find a discrete on my command card and I feel 'wrong' flying around on Dawn Patrol in enemy airspace with them on.