|CONTACT: Clouds?|

37 minutes ago.

"Lighthouse, Lighthouse, do you copy over?"

*TZZZZZZZZZ...*

"Shit, are we too far? No it can't be. The transmission range is larger than the range our fuel allows, so whats the problem?" Striker mutters to herself.

Sinking into the cockpit, she looks up at the clouds around them and notices a large shadow moving within them.

"That can't be Tanker, he should be below me conducting the scans..."

She continues to observe the shadow with her craft running in low disturbance mode to not mess up Tankers task.

Her eyes keep following the shadow until a clearing appears below her, giving her full view of Tankers craft. It has a sleek shape befitting the role of a reconnaissance unit. All places that should have been a edge or corner has been rounded out and covered in special material to spoof radar and scanners from identifying it.

Its wings were adjustable, changing position depending on the situation. It's current configuration was forward swept ideal for low speed dog fights and evasive maneuvers. When accelerating they swept back to provide better support for high speed travel and interceptions.

"Hey Tanker, heads up, we might not be the only ones up in the air."

*BTZZZZZZZ*

"Huh? Signal jamming? Lets try direct syncing." After changing some parameters and letting the device charge up. She sent a message to Tanker to let him know that there was something else flying with them in the clouds.

"Scans at 69%, nice. Oh? What's Striker doing, initiating a direct sync? Don't we only do this if there is heavy jamming in the AO(Area of Operations)?"

Tanker received the message and initiated his own direct sync. Once connected with Striker, he was about to ask if she was tired when suddenly she yelled at him.

"TANKER BREAK LEFT, BREAK LEFT NOW!!!"

With full trust in his wingwoman. Tanker pulled back on his controls, swinging left when a shadow zoomed past him, just missing him and grazed his paint on his craft.

"Holy shit what was that? Striker? You okay?"

"I'm fine, engage evasive maneuvers. That thing is not the only one here."

"Wilco, engaging evasive maneuvers, what is that thing? It looks like a sentient cloud thats been dunked in tar."

"Whatever it is, it's hostile and we need to break through the clouds." Striker responded, swiveling her head around, tracking the several dark patches of clouds that appeared above them

After swerving about in 30g turns, Tanker finally managed to put the bottom of one of the clouds in front of him.

"What ever it is, I can't seem to lock onto it. But guns should work. nothing can survive a 25mm cannon burst of depleted plutonium."

And with a pull of a trigger, Tankers craft let loose a stream of shells, tearing into the cloud. As the last of the shells entered the cloud, a multitude of flashes light up the cloud, tearing large amounts of flesh and liquid which rained down onto Tankers craft as it tore through the remains of the body.

"Huh, looks like the clouds are nothing but a disguise to hide its body, not that I know what it looks like. Striker, looks like there are large hostile avian beings here. Striker?"

As Tanker leveled his jet and looked over in Strikers direction, the remaining 'clouds' hovered in place before a resounding shriek ripped through the skies. Even piercing through the cockpits of the 2 jets, disorientating the 2 pilots.

"Ah fuck. What was that?" Both pilots muttered as they recovered.

The 'clouds' flocked together and formed a blob that hovered for a couple seconds before diving forward, making a mad flight towards Tanker.

"Shit, Striker make a run for it. These things are out for my blood, so you should be able to escape the disturbance area. Once you do call for help." Tanker yelled as he swerved between the clouds. "Don't worry about me, I'm sure that these things can't break the sound barrier so out running them should be a walk in the park."

Striker watched with concern in her eyes as Tanker baited the 'clouds' away. "Stay safe Tanker, if you die or get downed, I'm force feeding you my cooking you hear me?!" She threatened as she turned away and flew back in the direction of the carrier displayed on the map.

|Tanker|log#1|

Had a run in with some local fly things here in a different world. Feisty with a side of crazy and a main of murder with a look like tar clouds, hmm... 2/10 for me too dirty for my taste.

End log.