>[CONTINUE ENGAGEMENT]

<< AWACS | Smersh >>
"Zenit, you've sustained too much damage. Retreat now, dammit!"

Retreat was never an option for you; your pride would never allow it. Even now, with your Fulcrum riddled with damage and bleeding out fuel, you weren't done. You could feel the airframe shudder, just barely keeping itself together, and see warning indicators flickering across the cockpit. But beneath all of that, you still had fire in you. You could still fight, so long as the Fulcrum could heed every move you wanted it to make. There was just one enemy left. Just one. You could end this.

And if that bastard wanted you dead, he'll have to work for it.

<< Zvezda 2 | Medved >>
"Zvezda 1, this is Medved. Refuel and re-arm complete - I'm on my way to you now. Don't die before I get there, yeah Captain?"

You exhaled sharply in your flight mask, a grin tugging at the edges of your lips. It felt good to hear your wingman's voice again.

<< Zvezda 1 | Zenit >>
"Took you long enough, Lieutenant. No promises though."

Your eyes darted at the mirror once more to see the glint of gray steel approaching fast. And then, like a cocktail of panic-inducing cacophony that would make a lesser pilot lose their nerve, the radar warning receiver shrieked. Your HUD flashed in violent reds. And a monotonous voice, in a cruelly calm tone, repetitively uttered a single word.

Raketa. Raketa. Raketa.

>[DEFENSIVE MANEUVER - ROLL 2D10, SUCCESS THRESHOLD: 6]
>[DEPLOY FLARES - NO ROLL, -1 FLARE]

ENEMY TARGETS SPOTTED
[TGT] Su-35S: 1
TOTAL: 1

ENEMY TARGET DATA
[TGT] Su-35S "PRIZRAK LEAD"
DMG: 0%

AIRCRAFT STATUS DATA
MSL: 4
SAAM: 0
FLR: 2
DMG: 60%