You took a deep breath. This was just another solo. A solo with guns on the front this time.... The whine of the jet whistled outside, and the countryside rolled down below, the terrain all mixtures of grey and black. Tracers ripped, far below, miles away. Ground combat, you ascertained. You weren’t in your sleepy little village anymore.

You practiced adjusting your eyes by working on the shapes that formed around you, trying to sharpen them, so your “night vision,” could be better used.

Your Vision was… (Roll 1d10)
>Excellent (1-2.4 AVG)
>Average (2.5-9.4 AVG)
>Poor (9.5-10 AVG)

Eyesight still worked, at least. Better than being blind, anyhow. You took a few more deep breaths, trying to keep your blood flowing at altitude. A free hand tightened your jacket, trying to keep the heat in. As the prospect of combat drew nearer, you practiced your breathing some more.

Your Fitness was… (Roll 1d10)
>Excellent (1-3.4 AVG)
>Average (3.5-8.4 AVG)
>Poor (8.5-10 AVG)

Exercises out of the way, the very thought of shooting someone down made you giddy once more, but it was quickly overcome with the fear of being shot down yourself.

Your Confidence was… (Roll 1d10)
>Excellent (1-3.4 AVG)
>Average (3.5-8.4 AVG)
>Poor (8.5-10 AVG)

(For anyone confused, roll 3d10 to determine stats, rolls will be averaged)

[Starting Fuel]: 5
Almost a half-hour into the flight, your tanks emptied. You let them free, and they fell to the earth. You would have substantially more time over the area, and you breathed a sigh of relief. (+50 Fuel)
[Current Fuel]: 55

You had picked something simple, relatively. You weren’t sure how your employer got this information, though. Flight plans, target, ETA, it was all there. They would be somewhere around 4000FT. A strike craft, with its escort. You had to damage it enough for it to wave off, or shoot it down entirely.

There would be a flight nearby, taking photos of any incurred damage, but they weren’t your focus. You put yourself on a heading and counted the minutes.

You leveled off at…
>3000FT (+2 Fuel)
>4000FT (+0 Fuel)
>5000FT (-2 Fuel)
>6000FT (-4 Fuel)
>Write-In (Must be in 1000s of feet) (+/- Fuel will be determined based on altitude)

You fiddled with the throttle a bit, holding the operator’s manual in your lap, reading the critical bits of information you’d need to stay alive. You looked at the ammunition counter. You only had a few bursts, so you’d have to be smart, and make them count.

[Ammunition Total]: 3

Not before long, you came over the area. The ground below was alive with tracers, little flashes in the dark. You looked at the enemy’s projected flight plan once more. They were somewhere off your nose, in the dark. It was a clear night, the moon still giving a bit of visibility.

Looking for your target, you searched…
>Your front
>Your front-left
>Your front-right
(Choose up to 2 options)

You heard the low hums, but couldn’t see them… Not yet.