Radio Log
Somewhere over the Atlantic
USAF squadron Bravo
10/28/1946
Operation: Deadweight
Bravo3: “This is it… this is the end, of humanity.”
Tower: “What was that Bravo three? I said stay in formation, do not engage the enemy.”
Bravo3: “What hope is there, P-40s can’t stand up to those things. We’re screwed.”
Tower: “What the hell is he doing? Why the hell are you breaking formation Bravo three? Get your ass back there Bravo three. Bravo three? Come in Bravo three, do you hear me? Dammit, Bravo one, what’s the status on Bravo three?”
Bravo1: “This is Bravo one, Bravo three broke of and headed back sir. The rest of the squadron is moving on the target. Do we have a go on kill zone gamma?”
Tower: “Rodger that Bravo one, kill box is live and open. Begin your attack run.”
Bravo4: “Tower, this is Bravo four, without Harris we’re not going to have enough fire power to crack through.”
Tower: “Doesn’t matter Bravo four, continue on your projected flight. God speed Bravos. Tower out.”
Bravo1: “Alright Bravos, you heard tower. Let’s hit these bastards while they don’t know its coming. Form up on my six, watch your rear, and if you see something glowing, get the hell out of the way.”
Bravo2: “Hey Captain, we got bogies on our six. I count six.”
Bravo 5: “I got them, coming around. [Engine guns] [Machine gun fire] No effect sir, switching to rockets. Fox one, away. [Ignition, followed by explosion] Dammit, no effect Captain, it didn’t even scorch it.”
Bravo1: “Alright, try to form back on me and… ***, watch out John!”
[Explosion]
Bravo1: “Dammit, Tower, we lost Bravo Five, recommend mission abort.”
Tower: “Negative Bravo, continue the mission.”
Bravo1: “But sir…”
Tower: “No, this is critical Bravo. You must deliver the payload.”
Bravo2: “Crap, mayday mayday, I’m going down. *** clipped my wing. Good luck guys.”
[Impact into water] [Explosion]
Bravo1: “Screw tower, abort mission Bravos, head back to the Endeavor, this mission is a wash.”
Tower: “Negative Bravo, Negative. Belay that order. You are not to abort!”
Bravo1: “I’ve lost too many men already Tower. I am not putting anymore of my men at… what is that? Tell me what you see Fix, what is it?”
Bravo4: “I don’t know sir, it… it looks… beautiful. So nice…”
Bravo1: “Now is not the time to go philosophical on me Fix. Tell me what the hell that…”
[Explosion, static]
Braco1: “God dammit, we lost Fix. Mayday, this is Bravo squadron to USS Endeavor, we need eyes on station. What the hell is going on?”
Bravo6: “It’s the end sir, we’re screwed…”
[Explosion, Channel goes to static]
Tower: “It’s just as we expected. Get Washington on the phone, they need to hear about this.”
You get hit with a heavy object.
-2 DXT
-5 STM
-200 INT
You are dead.