Noree_Doree wrote: »
@Devalaous They look awesome! Strangetown was always a favorite of mine! I had a legacy on it a few years back but I lost my save when my computer whomped out on me and I've been trying to restart it again, but I'm not sure I'll be able to get back to where I had it, sadly.
Feel better soon.
It wouldn't be a Bekkasan build without something for the kids.
Not sure whether I need to introduce myself again after all that time . It's been a while.
What do you think of what is happening with your Simself in my game so far?
Base Hospital, NAS Oceana, Virginia Beach, VA.
“Something isn’t adding up.” Meg said to Bud. “I need to see the wreckage…”. She lifted her phone to her ear. “…and I need to make a call. The WSO on the F-5F says that the F-14 pilot was overly aggressive and that only corroborates partially with what was said by the RIO and pilot of the F-14.”
“So how are we going to determine who’s lying, Ma’am?” Bud asked her.
Meg grinned widely, her expression suffusing her face in a glow, “It’s lucky I married an F-14 naval aviator.” She stated smugly. Bud thought there was a devious look in her face as she beamed.
“Are you going to drag him into this investigation? Ma’am?”
“No, I’m just learning a few parameters about the F-14 from someone that won’t jeopardize this case.” If she’d gotten particulars about F-14 performance from Rabb, he’d know exactly what she was up to.
“Yes, Lieutenant Roberts.”
“You’re starting to sound more and more like Lieutenant Commander Rabb, ma’am.”
Meg grinned, “Well, we gotta think like him to beat him.” Her smile was incandescent.
Bud thought to himself, Commander Toshio “Animal” Nakamura was a very lucky man.
Meg dialed a number on her phone. It rang twice and was picked up. “Commander Nakamura”.
“Sir, I need a favor”. As much as she wanted to use an endearment to her husband, she, and he, were in uniform and as such were not able to do PDAs.
“What is it, Meg?” Animal’s voice sounded curious.
“Can you rustle me up a helo and I need you to come with me to the crash site.”
“You mean the one that happened with the Checkmates.”
“I need your assessment on the site, sir… and access to the TACTS info on the engagement.”
“Alright, let me see if I can get Commander Renquist on the line and see if he can second an SH-60 for us and a pilot. You have coordinates for the crash-site?”
“Yes, I’ll meet you at your hangar, Lieutenant Roberts is with me.” She turned to Bud, “With me, Lieutenant, we’re making a visit to the Black Aces.”
Harm could see Meg and Bud make a beeline towards the Black Aces hangar across the way. “Wonder what Meg’s up to? Is she going to see her husband?”
Harm heard a whop-whop of a SH-60F coming into land by the Black Aces hangar. And he slapped his thigh. “I knew it!”
“What?” Mac asked.
“She’s going out to the crash site. She thinks there’s something fishy going on!”
“We need to get a bead on a helo too and inspect the crash-site before the Navy brings their tractors in to remove stuff.”
The Crash-Site; TACTS Range 29
Animal and Meg looked in lock-step according to Bud as he watched the two officers assess the crash site.
“Do you think it was a high impact crash?” Meg asked her husband.
Animal wiped his brow shaking his head. “If the F-5F WSO said the pilot was diving, he’d have gone in nose first; wing ripped off or no. What I see is a low angle of attack, which meant he spun in, not indicative of a high speed impact nose-first at near 90 degrees, Mach 0.98. Wing to wing impact at high speed is like a hot knife through butter, your wings gonna get sheared off, cut straight through and it’ll disintegrate from the impact. Hardly any lateral movement ‘cause the speed’s too great. He’d have gone in nose first. The F-5’s nose cone would be buried in the ground so deep we wouldn’t be able to get it out without an excavator. These guys could get this out with a pick and shovel in a couple hours.”
“So he was lying.” Meg said a grim look on her face. She was going to baste the three crew and fry them over a char grill.
“I don’t think he was telling the truth. I think they were in a rolling scissors, got too close and traded paint, that and high AOA during maneuvering would impart enough lateral movement to initiate a spin. High speed dive would have ripped the wings off both aircraft and they both would have gone in.” Animal looked at his wife grimly “Gut hunch?” He asked.
Meg nodded, “The explanation they gave came off a bit too contrived.” She said, looking up to see another SH-60 approaching the site. “Oh, look…guess who finally arrived.”
Animal looked where she was pointing. Harm and Mac were looking out the open door strapped into the helo. Meg waved at them with a beatific grin on her face.
When they landed and walked up, Meg smirked at Harm. “I’ll see you in court. It looks as though you got three defendants.” She said as she, Animal and Bud headed back towards their helo.
“Wait? What?” Harm looked like he’d been blindsided.
“Go look at the evidence.” She gestured to the grisly tableau of broken Tiger II parts scattered around the impact hole. “See you back at base, Lieutenant Commander!” Meg replied as she, Animal and Bud got buckled and the helo wound up its rotors in prep to take-off.
Harm and Mac looked at each other. Harm said to Mac, “I dunno, Mac. Methinks we just got outmaneuvered.”
Mac rolled her eyes. She had a gut feeling that Meg was going to be a tough competitor in the legal arena and it was playing out that way. Harm was going to have to pull a rabbit out of his hat in order to be able to get a mark in the win column with this case. The lie told by the naval aviators as to the circumstances in which they made contact was going to put them all behind bars for a considerable length of time. She sighed, taking in the whole crash scene, “it’s not going to be pretty, is it?”
“All I know is that the WSO got out, the aviator up front didn’t and the F-14 made it back in one piece. Those are the facts. Let’s take a good hard look at the evidence that Meg said she found. I knew she was going to find a way to ask her husband for his take on what happened.”