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The following was inspired by exactly one line of dialog (do find it ^^ )

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Camilla: Gotcha, Ribbon!

Reaper: Nngh, damnit!

Omega: Reaper, this is Omega, talk to me, buddy, what's your status?

Reaper: "Screwed" comes to mind! I'm flying on one engine, my left wing just got swiss-cheesed and the Butterfly Master won't get off my back!

Omega: Right, right, just hang in there, man, we'll get the bastard off you, keep evading and do NOT eject! Whatever you do, do NOT eject! It's a death sentence with all these UAVs buzzing around!

Reaper: I'm in no hurry to get Slash'd, but that's kinda hard to do in a busted bird, y'know!

Omega: Oh stop complaining and keep flying, we got your six.

Reaper: ... *sigh* Yeah, copy... I'm counting on you guys.

Omega: 'Might as well bet some money on it, trust me.

Edge: Less talking, more shooting, Bone Arrow 2, you're not going to talk your flight lead out of the Butterfly Master's sights.

Omega: Getting smart, this Single Line lady, I'll teach you to Viper me, just you watch!

Ridgeback 2: Fox 2!

Bronco: Fox 2!

Bronco: Dammit, nothin'! Those UAVs keep wrecking our missiles.

Omega: Alright guys, same deal as last time. Split'em up and knock 'em down!

Bronco: Roger.

Edge: Edge to Ridgebacks, focus on splitting up and taking down the UAVs. Break into pairs and hunt them down.

Ridgeback 3: Roger.

Edge: Fencer, you're with me, rookie, stick with Axeman.

Ridgeback 4: Yes, ma'am.

Camilla: Tee Hee. He's flying even faster than before. How fun!

Reaper: 'not gonna cut me some slack I s- OH CRAP, FLARES!

Camilla: D'oh, he dodged it. I guess I'll just have to play cat-and-mouse with him some more. *chuckle* *humming*

Gamer: 200 seconds.

Bronco: Whoah-ly! Any time now, Omega!

Omega: Lock. Fox 2!

Omega: Got 'em, that's one UAV down!

AWACS Sky Eye: 1 UAV confirmed down. 3 remain covering the Butterfly Master's aircraft.

Omega: Roger that. Time to get busy then.

Reaper: Fast is good!

Camilla: Away!

Reaper: Break!

Camilla: *Giggle* That was a close one, Ribbon. Tee Hee... You won't so lucky next time. Heehee *humming*

Wizard 1: Wizard 1 to Ridgeback and Bone Arrow flights, Wizard squad is heading your way to provide support, Antares say they can handle the last B-2s on their own.

Edge: Any help is appreciated, Wizard. Bone Arrow 1's plane is heavily damaged and the Butterfly Master's not letting up on him. Plus, with those UAVs flying so close, he's a goner if he ejects.

Wizard 1: Roger that. Wizard squad, spread out and engage the UAVs, if the Tokyo op's reports are accurate then we can't touch the Butterfly Master as is, so don't bother with him.

Wizard 2: Roger, 1, breaking and engaging.

Ridgeback 3: He's busy with me, take the shot rookie!

Ridgeback 4: Roger. Lock. Fox 2!

Ridgeback 4: Damn, no good, that other one crossed it off at the last second.

Wizard 5: He won't this one. Fox 2.

Wizard 5: He's toast.

Ridgeback 4: Hey man, you poached my kill!

Ridgeback 3: Quit complaining, rookie, it happens every now and then. Focus on the next one.

Ridgeback 3: Thanks for the assist, Wizard.

Wizard 5: Sure thing. Gimme a call if you need another.

AWACS Sky Eye: 2 UAVs confirmed down. The final two seem to be sticking close to their lead craft. Looks like these two can't be lured away so easily.

Omega: Sticking close to their master so we still can't touch him, eh?

Edge: Any ideas?

Wizard 1: Actually, yes.

Omega: Do tell.

Wizard 1: With all the planes we have on hand, we should be able to throw enough missiles at them to hit them in a blind spot if we fire from multiple angles at once.

Omega: Yeah sure, that's easy... except for the fact that they're going at it at ridiculous speeds! Just look at them! How can you expect to pull off a coordinated saturation attack against targets moving so fast and irregularly?

Edge: I have to admit, it sounds like a long shot, and Reaper doesn't have much time for us be experimenting tactics.

Reaper: Try "none"! He just hit with another maching gun salvo!

Camilla: Ha, gotcha! You're almost mine, mister Ribbon. *giggle*

Reaper: Musta hit a bad spot, my instruments are dying on me left and right!

Omega: Dammit! Hang on, Reaper, don't you dare throw in the towel on us!

Omega: Well, screw it, a crazy plan is better than none, let's do it!

Wizard 1: Right then. All planes, fan out and prepare to engage on my mark.

Ridgeback 2. Roger.

Bronco: Rog'.

Reaper: Make it fast, fellas! I hate to say it, but I don't have long here!

Wizard 1: Maybe not, but he might have even less.

Omega: Come again, genius?

Wizard 1: The reports from your first encounter with this guy in Tokyo say there was someone on the radio doing a countdown during your dogfight.

Wizard 1: When said countdown reached 0, the Butterfly Master's craft went dead.

Ridgeback 3: That's all very interesting, professor, but how does that help us in the "here" and "now"?

Wizard 1: I just heard a voice on the radio count "100" seconds.

Edge. You what? How? I didn't-

Wizard 1: Worry about that later, Single Line. Reaper, did you get all this?

Reaper: Yeah, yeah, be alive for two more minutes and I win.

Wizard 1: Pretty much.

Camilla: Hee Hee. This is being so much more fun than our last little game, Ribbon. I hope we can still keep playing for a little while longer.

Omega: Omega here, Bronco and I found a good angle. We think we can keep it.

Edge: Edge to Wizard, my squad's spread out and ready, give the word.

Wizard 1: Turn to engage. Fire on my mark.

Omega: Roger.

Wizard 1: Sky Eye, talk to me. How do our guys look?

AWACS Sky Eye: Distances and angles are as good as they seem they'll get, Wizard. Suggest you attack now.

Wizard 1: Understood. Wizards 6 and 7, fire.

Wizard 6: Roger, Fox 2!

Wizard 1: And... Now! All units, fire!

Edge: Fox 2!

Omega: Missile launched!

Ridgeback 2: Missiles away!

AWACS Sky Eye: Multiple mid air detonations confirmed, 1 UAV had been shot down.

Omega: What!? Just one? Oh man, after all that eff- Whoa, what?

AWACS Sky Eye: The last UAV is down! The Butterfly Master is now vulnerable!

Omega: Wow, nice! Who got that last missile in?

AWACS Sky Eye: Confirming missile came from Ridgeback 4's craft.

Ridgeback 3: Eh-hey, nice one, rookie!

Ridgeback 4: Thanks, 'guess I found my "next one" just in time.

Edge: Good going, 4, but don't rest up just yet, the Butterfly Master still remains.

AWACS Sky Eye: AWACS to all flights. I'm detecting a new fighter squadron of Su-35s led by 2 T-50s climbing fast and heading your way. IFF confirms they're hostile.

Wizard 1: Roger, Sky Eye, Wizard will handle it.

Wizard 1: ... That said, my guys are... uh... almost all out of missiles, any chance you might spare us some extra wings?

Ridgeback 2: Copy, Wizard, Ridgeback squad will back you up.

Edge: Fencer!

Ridgeback 2: We trust you, Edge, we know you're more than enough to take that bastard down by yourself.

Ridgeback 3: Yeah, Top, go show those pirates what the Ridgebacks are all about!

Edge: ... Copy, that 44 will be pinned on our board by the end of the day!

Ridgeback 2: Kick his butt, Ma'am... For Slash.

Edge: ... For Slash.

Bronco: Well, if Single Line's gettin' their hands dirty, I guess I'd better come with and make sure they keep all their their wings and rudders attached.

Bronco: This one's on you, Omega, make it count.

Omega: Roger, stay safe, Bronco, I'll tell you all about how I ran that bugger into the ground later back at base.

Gamer: 60 seconds.

Camilla: What? Already!? Oh no, I didn't notice the time! No, but- but this is being so much fun! It's too soon!

Camilla: Oooh, I have to hurry!

Reaper: Break! ... Grrr... Agh, flares! Dammit, get off me already!

Camilla: Come on, mister Ribbon, our game is fun and all, but I'm almost out of time!

Reaper: Omega, where the Hell are you!? My bird is dying on me and he's not slowing down!

Omega: 'trying, 'trying! This bugger won't. sit. still!

Edge: Dgh, I can't keep up with those turns, I can't get a lock!

Reaper: That's it. I'm outta flares, the next one's for keeps...

Omega: There isn't going to be a next one! Have some faith, man!

Edge: Move out of the way, you slouch, you're messing up my aim!

Omega: How about you screw off, Single Line! You missed your shot last time, I'm not letting my flight lead kick the bucket if you miss it again!

Edge: I- I missed my- O- OH! YOU! THE NERVE!! HOW DARE YOU!?

Omega: Oh boy... now she's mad.

Edge: THAT'S IT! You are MINE! You lousy little...

Gamer: 30 seconds.

Camilla: Ah, these meanies won't let me play in peace! Oh... Ribbon's gonna get away again at this rate...

Edge: Stop running! You can't escape!

Omega: Whoa lady, slow dow- Or not... If she keeps him busy like that...

Gamer: 15 seconds

Camilla: No, nononono! Please, just a little more time, pleasepleaseplease!

Omega: And roOOOWLL- Ugh, that's one way to stirr up lunch, ufgh...

Edge: You are mine, FOX 2!!

Omega: Fox 2!

Gamer: Time's up.

Camilla: *sigh*

AWACS Sky Eye: Impact! Confirmed impact on the Butterfly Master!

Camilla: *Static* It was fun playing with you again*Static*ibbon *Static* See you next ti*Crash*

Reaper: What the!? A little... girl!? What... was that?

Omega: YEAH! WOOHOO! Have one of those, you little bugger!

Edge: Edge to Sky Eye, give me a report - who landed the final blow?

AWACS Sky Eye: It's impossible to confirm, Ridgeback 1, the detonations where too on top of each other to differentiate.

Omega: It's okay, luv, I don't mind sharing.

Edge: You! Shut up! Don't think I'll forget that so soon!

Omega: Aaand there she goes... man, she is crooossed.

Omega: Omega to Reaper, bail out, man, get out of that thing before it snaps on you... Reaper, do you copy?

Reaper: Omega? Omega, is it all clear of UAVs yet? Omega?

Reaper: Ah, damn it all, 'radio musta bought it.

Reaper: ... Oh boy, that noise can't be good. 'Don't wanna wager how long it'll take before my wing snaps off while I'm in here.

Reaper: Well Omega, you're the one who said it - "Gotta have some faith".

Omega: 'Crashed... But there it is! Ladies and Gents, we have a chute! The Grim Reaper lives to kick butt another day!

Omega: Omega to Goodfellow, 'you hear that? Your star money-maker's gonna keep bringing the green your way.

Goodfellow: Yeah, I copy. I was a little too busy directing Varcolac and Crow while they were dealing with the second enemy Command Cruiser but I was listening in the whole time. You boys had me worried there for a moment.

Omega: What? Get out of here, man! You know you left him in good hands.

Goodfellow: Heh, yours?

Omega: No less.

Wizard 1: Wizard to Sky Eye, all enemy aircraft are down for the count, we're regrouping.

AWACS Sky Eye: Copy, Wizard. All units, skies are clear. You're clear to return ho- wait.

Omega: Oh what now?

AWACS Sky Eye: Single unidentified dot on the radar, where did it come from?

Omega: Civvy flight?

AWACS Sky Eye: No, it's too small. It's... It's another UAV!

Ridgeback 2: Come again-what!? How!? Where!?

AWACS Sky Eye: It's breaking cloud cover! There was some sort of ECM cover around it! It's diving at high speed... right towards Bone Arrow 1!

Omega: What!? Oh nonononoooo! Turn around, turn around! We have to reach it before it kills Reaper!

Edge: Pin your throttles, Ridgebacks, chase it down!

AWACS Sky Eye: UAV is almost within firing range, intercept now!

Omega: 'Going as fast as I can here! Come on, old girl, give daddy some more speed!

AWACS Sky Eye: UAV is in firing range!

Omega: NO!! Dammit, no! COME ON!!

Edge: Firing.

AWACS Sky Eye: UAV Laser fire!

Edge: ... Target destroyed.

Omega: What was that about laser fire!? AWACS!?

AWACS Sky Eye: ... I confirm a laser stream was fired from the hostile UAV for little over 1 second...

Omega: What!? No... no no NO! That c- ... Reaper, you there, buddy? Come on, man, gimme something!

Bronco: His radio's dead, Omega-

Omega: Shut up! Don't even dare say it!

Omega: Reaper? Come on... Reaper? REAPER!!??

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Wizard 1: Sky Eye. Talk to us.

AWACS Sky Eye: Standby. Searching... There, that's his vest's signal.

AWACS Sky Eye: Biometric data checks out. Scanning for vitals.

Omega: Come on, come on....

AWACS Sky Eye: ... We have life signs! Heart rate and breathing are quite fast but otherwise just fine.

Omega: ... *long blow* Hohhh God... I don't have the heart for this... Geez...

Bronco: Soak up the good news, pal. The rookie's gonna ride again.

Omega: Dude *pant* He's your flight lead... You'd figure you'd stop calling him that.

Bronco: What? Nah, he likes it! *chuckle*

Omega: D'ja hear the good news, Goodfellow? You didn't have a heart attack on us, have you?

Goodfellow: ... You guys are going to be the death of me, I swear...

Omega: Ha ha!

Goodfellow: Alright, alright, enough. Get those birds back home, Bone Arrows, same goes for all other Arrowblades. RTB, before supper, preferably.

Omega: Oh boy, supper! What's on the menu?

Edge: Omega.

Omega: Go for Omega.

Edge: ... Shut up... Just... shut up... stop talking for one second...

Omega: Oh, leave it to Miss Single Line to spoil my good mood... (Why don't you change your name to "Flat Line" while you're at it? With that hair and that cutting board of yours you could totally pass for a dude.)

Omega: *sigh* Sure, fine, radio's off.

Omega: ... Hey, Edge.

Edge: What is it?

Omega: Thanks for coming to Reaper's rescue back there.

Edge: ... No problem. Tell him "anytime".

------- EXTRA 2 --------

Reaper: Or you can tell me that yourself.

Omega: Reaper! My man! Damn it's good to hear your voice!

Reaper: You can thank the nice army man down here that's letting me use the radio on the jeep that gonna give me a ride back home.

Reaper: Come on, be polite, say "thank you".

Omega: *chuckle* Fine, fine. Thank you, mister "nice army man".

UNF Ground Soldier: Heh heh, no problem, pirate. Don't worry, we'll get your boy back to your place safe and sound. Free of charge and everything.

Omega: Holy Hell, he actually passed on the radio! What was that about?

Reaper: Can't I be nice?

Edge: Reaper, do you read?

Reaper: Go for Reaper. Waddya got, Edge?

Edge: ... Good to know you're still with us.

Reaper: 'Won't lie, it's good to still be here too.

Edge: I have to ask though. How did you survive? Sky Eye gave us a second-long laser stream heading your way.

Reaper: Oh, that? Well, remember how those things track you by your flight helmet?

Edge: Yes.

Reaper: Yeah, I kinda... Y'know, ditched mine when I saw the thing get a lil' too close for comfort.

Edge: Oh... wait, really?

Reaper: Yeah, my hair's all messy now too. I blame you, Omega, you lazy bum! Pick up the pace next time, you damn slouch!

Omega: Barely back and he's already yelling at me. Honestly, this guy's worse than Viper.

Viper: Oh really? Well I didn't know I was such a pain in your neck, King Bailout.

Omega: Viper! Hey, old man, come to watch the show? Well, sorry, but you're a bit too late.

Goodfellow: Oh he was here for a good chunk of it. Yes sir, he was.

Omega: Oh...

Viper: Hey Reaper, you copy, kid?

Reaper: Loud and clear, Viper, go ahead.

Viper: So, I heard you had to ditch.

Reaper: Yeah, so much for my so-very-expensive PAK-FA... Bummer.

Omega: Aw right, dude, all that money you put into it down the drain... Geez, that sucks...

Viper: Oh forget about the money, you can always make more tomorrow if you want it bad enough.

Reaper: Oh well, I WAS looking for an excuse to get the dust off the ol' Phantom.

Omega: What, that old thing? Come on.

Viper: Shut it, Omega. The kid's got good taste.

Viper: This was you first time, huh Reaper? Bailing out?

Reaper: Yeah... The feeling really sucks, gotta be honest.

Viper: It does? Well then, I guess now you're ready for "Viper's Ace Seminar 106": Always make sure the first thought that comes to mind when you go down is getting right back up.

Omega: Words to live by right there. I should know, that's my motto, after all.

Reaper: You have a motto?

Bronco: Ha! Figures. All too appropriate for someone like "King Bailout".

Omega: Hey, it works, man. I'm still here, aren't I?

Bronco: And no amount of crashes are gonna keep you down.

Omega: Amen to that.

Goodfellow: Much to my wallet's chagrin.

Viper: Haha! Cheer up, Goodfellow, the rookie there's got the expense covered.

Omega: Oh, you too with the "rookie" thing?

Reaper: Ah, let'em, it's kinda endearing.

Omega: Then can I-

Reaper: No.

Omega: Killjoy.

Goodfellow: Alright, alright, enough chit-chat. You can catch up when you're all back here... AFTER debrief.

Goodfellow: Omega, you cover for Reaper on the way back. Get our boys back home safe.

Omega: Roger that.

Goodfellow: Which means not getting lost along the way.

Omega: *chuckle* Have some faith, Goodfellow.

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Notes:

- By what footage we've seen for far, it seems Reaper will, at some point, most likely "canonically" be flying a T-50 PAK-FA in the future, hence why he flies one here. (I'd imagine the transition would be something like Mobius 1 's transition from his Panthom to his Raptor)

- The F-4E Phantom II, I believe, is probably Reaper's "canon" plane for the first 5 missions, hence why I'd assume he keeps it as a backup after switching to his T-50.

- Wizard , Crow , Antares and Varcolac squadrons are all a part of Task Force 118 Arrowblades in the Infinityverse, hence the mentions and Wizard being around doing stuff.

- Too lazy for background XP

- Too lazy to color XP XP

- This was done mostly to spend time and celebrate the death of Exam Season, so if you came here looking for some kind of grand masterpiece drawing... sorry...

Stay awesome, DA ;D

Ace Combat Infinity © Namco (Project Aces)

Description
The following was inspired by exactly one line of dialog (do find it ^^ )

And here's something to listen to while you read

Camilla: Gotcha, Ribbon!

Reaper: Nngh, damnit!

Omega: Reaper, this is Omega, talk to me, buddy, what's your status?

Reaper: "Screwed" comes to mind! I'm flying on one engine, my left wing just got swiss-cheesed and the Butterfly Master won't get off my back!

Omega: Right, right, just hang in there, man, we'll get the bastard off you, keep evading and do NOT eject! Whatever you do, do NOT eject! It's a death sentence with all these UAVs buzzing around!

Reaper: I'm in no hurry to get Slash'd, but that's kinda hard to do in a busted bird, y'know!

Omega: Oh stop complaining and keep flying, we got your six.

Reaper: ... *sigh* Yeah, copy... I'm counting on you guys.

Omega: 'Might as well bet some money on it, trust me.

Edge: Less talking, more shooting, Bone Arrow 2, you're not going to talk your flight lead out of the Butterfly Master's sights.

Omega: Getting smart, this Single Line lady, I'll teach you to Viper me, just you watch!

Ridgeback 2: Fox 2!

Bronco: Fox 2!

Bronco: Dammit, nothin'! Those UAVs keep wrecking our missiles.

Omega: Alright guys, same deal as last time. Split'em up and knock 'em down!

Bronco: Roger.

Edge: Edge to Ridgebacks, focus on splitting up and taking down the UAVs. Break into pairs and hunt them down.

Ridgeback 3: Roger.

Edge: Fencer, you're with me, rookie, stick with Axeman.

Ridgeback 4: Yes, ma'am.

Camilla: Tee Hee. He's flying even faster than before. How fun!

Reaper: 'not gonna cut me some slack I s- OH CRAP, FLARES!

Camilla: D'oh, he dodged it. I guess I'll just have to play cat-and-mouse with him some more. *chuckle* *humming*

Gamer: 200 seconds.

Bronco: Whoah-ly! Any time now, Omega!

Omega: Lock. Fox 2!

Omega: Got 'em, that's one UAV down!

AWACS Sky Eye: 1 UAV confirmed down. 3 remain covering the Butterfly Master's aircraft.

Omega: Roger that. Time to get busy then.

Reaper: Fast is good!

Camilla: Away!

Reaper: Break!

Camilla: *Giggle* That was a close one, Ribbon. Tee Hee... You won't so lucky next time. Heehee *humming*

Wizard 1: Wizard 1 to Ridgeback and Bone Arrow flights, Wizard squad is heading your way to provide support, Antares say they can handle the last B-2s on their own.

Edge: Any help is appreciated, Wizard. Bone Arrow 1's plane is heavily damaged and the Butterfly Master's not letting up on him. Plus, with those UAVs flying so close, he's a goner if he ejects.

Wizard 1: Roger that. Wizard squad, spread out and engage the UAVs, if the Tokyo op's reports are accurate then we can't touch the Butterfly Master as is, so don't bother with him.

Wizard 2: Roger, 1, breaking and engaging.

Ridgeback 3: He's busy with me, take the shot rookie!

Ridgeback 4: Roger. Lock. Fox 2!

Ridgeback 4: Damn, no good, that other one crossed it off at the last second.

Wizard 5: He won't this one. Fox 2.

Wizard 5: He's toast.

Ridgeback 4: Hey man, you poached my kill!

Ridgeback 3: Quit complaining, rookie, it happens every now and then. Focus on the next one.

Ridgeback 3: Thanks for the assist, Wizard.

Wizard 5: Sure thing. Gimme a call if you need another.

AWACS Sky Eye: 2 UAVs confirmed down. The final two seem to be sticking close to their lead craft. Looks like these two can't be lured away so easily.

Omega: Sticking close to their master so we still can't touch him, eh?

Edge: Any ideas?

Wizard 1: Actually, yes.

Omega: Do tell.

Wizard 1: With all the planes we have on hand, we should be able to throw enough missiles at them to hit them in a blind spot if we fire from multiple angles at once.

Omega: Yeah sure, that's easy... except for the fact that they're going at it at ridiculous speeds! Just look at them! How can you expect to pull off a coordinated saturation attack against targets moving so fast and irregularly?

Edge: I have to admit, it sounds like a long shot, and Reaper doesn't have much time for us be experimenting tactics.

Reaper: Try "none"! He just hit with another maching gun salvo!

Camilla: Ha, gotcha! You're almost mine, mister Ribbon. *giggle*

Reaper: Musta hit a bad spot, my instruments are dying on me left and right!

Omega: Dammit! Hang on, Reaper, don't you dare throw in the towel on us!

Omega: Well, screw it, a crazy plan is better than none, let's do it!

Wizard 1: Right then. All planes, fan out and prepare to engage on my mark.

Ridgeback 2. Roger.

Bronco: Rog'.

Reaper: Make it fast, fellas! I hate to say it, but I don't have long here!

Wizard 1: Maybe not, but he might have even less.

Omega: Come again, genius?

Wizard 1: The reports from your first encounter with this guy in Tokyo say there was someone on the radio doing a countdown during your dogfight.

Wizard 1: When said countdown reached 0, the Butterfly Master's craft went dead.

Ridgeback 3: That's all very interesting, professor, but how does that help us in the "here" and "now"?

Wizard 1: I just heard a voice on the radio count "100" seconds.

Edge. You what? How? I didn't-

Wizard 1: Worry about that later, Single Line. Reaper, did you get all this?

Reaper: Yeah, yeah, be alive for two more minutes and I win.

Wizard 1: Pretty much.

Camilla: Hee Hee. This is being so much more fun than our last little game, Ribbon. I hope we can still keep playing for a little while longer.

Omega: Omega here, Bronco and I found a good angle. We think we can keep it.

Edge: Edge to Wizard, my squad's spread out and ready, give the word.

Wizard 1: Turn to engage. Fire on my mark.

Omega: Roger.

Wizard 1: Sky Eye, talk to me. How do our guys look?

AWACS Sky Eye: Distances and angles are as good as they seem they'll get, Wizard. Suggest you attack now.

Wizard 1: Understood. Wizards 6 and 7, fire.

Wizard 6: Roger, Fox 2!

Wizard 1: And... Now! All units, fire!

Edge: Fox 2!

Omega: Missile launched!

Ridgeback 2: Missiles away!

AWACS Sky Eye: Multiple mid air detonations confirmed, 1 UAV had been shot down.

Omega: What!? Just one? Oh man, after all that eff- Whoa, what?

AWACS Sky Eye: The last UAV is down! The Butterfly Master is now vulnerable!

Omega: Wow, nice! Who got that last missile in?

AWACS Sky Eye: Confirming missile came from Ridgeback 4's craft.

Ridgeback 3: Eh-hey, nice one, rookie!

Ridgeback 4: Thanks, 'guess I found my "next one" just in time.

Edge: Good going, 4, but don't rest up just yet, the Butterfly Master still remains.

AWACS Sky Eye: AWACS to all flights. I'm detecting a new fighter squadron of Su-35s led by 2 T-50s climbing fast and heading your way. IFF confirms they're hostile.

Wizard 1: Roger, Sky Eye, Wizard will handle it.

Wizard 1: ... That said, my guys are... uh... almost all out of missiles, any chance you might spare us some extra wings?

Ridgeback 2: Copy, Wizard, Ridgeback squad will back you up.

Edge: Fencer!

Ridgeback 2: We trust you, Edge, we know you're more than enough to take that bastard down by yourself.

Ridgeback 3: Yeah, Top, go show those pirates what the Ridgebacks are all about!

Edge: ... Copy, that 44 will be pinned on our board by the end of the day!

Ridgeback 2: Kick his butt, Ma'am... For Slash.

Edge: ... For Slash.

Bronco: Well, if Single Line's gettin' their hands dirty, I guess I'd better come with and make sure they keep all their their wings and rudders attached.

Bronco: This one's on you, Omega, make it count.

Omega: Roger, stay safe, Bronco, I'll tell you all about how I ran that bugger into the ground later back at base.

Gamer: 60 seconds.

Camilla: What? Already!? Oh no, I didn't notice the time! No, but- but this is being so much fun! It's too soon!

Camilla: Oooh, I have to hurry!

Reaper: Break! ... Grrr... Agh, flares! Dammit, get off me already!

Camilla: Come on, mister Ribbon, our game is fun and all, but I'm almost out of time!

Reaper: Omega, where the Hell are you!? My bird is dying on me and he's not slowing down!

Omega: 'trying, 'trying! This bugger won't. sit. still!

Edge: Dgh, I can't keep up with those turns, I can't get a lock!

Reaper: That's it. I'm outta flares, the next one's for keeps...

Omega: There isn't going to be a next one! Have some faith, man!

Edge: Move out of the way, you slouch, you're messing up my aim!

Omega: How about you screw off, Single Line! You missed your shot last time, I'm not letting my flight lead kick the bucket if you miss it again!

Edge: I- I missed my- O- OH! YOU! THE NERVE!! HOW DARE YOU!?

Omega: Oh boy... now she's mad.

Edge: THAT'S IT! You are MINE! You lousy little...

Gamer: 30 seconds.

Camilla: Ah, these meanies won't let me play in peace! Oh... Ribbon's gonna get away again at this rate...

Edge: Stop running! You can't escape!

Omega: Whoa lady, slow dow- Or not... If she keeps him busy like that...

Gamer: 15 seconds

Camilla: No, nononono! Please, just a little more time, pleasepleaseplease!

Omega: And roOOOWLL- Ugh, that's one way to stirr up lunch, ufgh...

Edge: You are mine, FOX 2!!

Omega: Fox 2!

Gamer: Time's up.

Camilla: *sigh*

AWACS Sky Eye: Impact! Confirmed impact on the Butterfly Master!

Camilla: *Static* It was fun playing with you again*Static*ibbon *Static* See you next ti*Crash*

Reaper: What the!? A little... girl!? What... was that?

Omega: YEAH! WOOHOO! Have one of those, you little bugger!

Edge: Edge to Sky Eye, give me a report - who landed the final blow?

AWACS Sky Eye: It's impossible to confirm, Ridgeback 1, the detonations where too on top of each other to differentiate.

Omega: It's okay, luv, I don't mind sharing.

Edge: You! Shut up! Don't think I'll forget that so soon!

Omega: Aaand there she goes... man, she is crooossed.

Omega: Omega to Reaper, bail out, man, get out of that thing before it snaps on you... Reaper, do you copy?

Reaper: Omega? Omega, is it all clear of UAVs yet? Omega?

Reaper: Ah, damn it all, 'radio musta bought it.

Reaper: ... Oh boy, that noise can't be good. 'Don't wanna wager how long it'll take before my wing snaps off while I'm in here.

Reaper: Well Omega, you're the one who said it - "Gotta have some faith".

Omega: 'Crashed... But there it is! Ladies and Gents, we have a chute! The Grim Reaper lives to kick butt another day!

Omega: Omega to Goodfellow, 'you hear that? Your star money-maker's gonna keep bringing the green your way.

Goodfellow: Yeah, I copy. I was a little too busy directing Varcolac and Crow while they were dealing with the second enemy Command Cruiser but I was listening in the whole time. You boys had me worried there for a moment.

Omega: What? Get out of here, man! You know you left him in good hands.

Goodfellow: Heh, yours?

Omega: No less.

Wizard 1: Wizard to Sky Eye, all enemy aircraft are down for the count, we're regrouping.

AWACS Sky Eye: Copy, Wizard. All units, skies are clear. You're clear to return ho- wait.

Omega: Oh what now?

AWACS Sky Eye: Single unidentified dot on the radar, where did it come from?

Omega: Civvy flight?

AWACS Sky Eye: No, it's too small. It's... It's another UAV!

Ridgeback 2: Come again-what!? How!? Where!?

AWACS Sky Eye: It's breaking cloud cover! There was some sort of ECM cover around it! It's diving at high speed... right towards Bone Arrow 1!

Omega: What!? Oh nonononoooo! Turn around, turn around! We have to reach it before it kills Reaper!

Edge: Pin your throttles, Ridgebacks, chase it down!

AWACS Sky Eye: UAV is almost within firing range, intercept now!

Omega: 'Going as fast as I can here! Come on, old girl, give daddy some more speed!

AWACS Sky Eye: UAV is in firing range!

Omega: NO!! Dammit, no! COME ON!!

Edge: Firing.

AWACS Sky Eye: UAV Laser fire!

Edge: ... Target destroyed.

Omega: What was that about laser fire!? AWACS!?

AWACS Sky Eye: ... I confirm a laser stream was fired from the hostile UAV for little over 1 second...

Omega: What!? No... no no NO! That c- ... Reaper, you there, buddy? Come on, man, gimme something!

Bronco: His radio's dead, Omega-

Omega: Shut up! Don't even dare say it!

Omega: Reaper? Come on... Reaper? REAPER!!??

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Wizard 1: Sky Eye. Talk to us.

AWACS Sky Eye: Standby. Searching... There, that's his vest's signal.

AWACS Sky Eye: Biometric data checks out. Scanning for vitals.

Omega: Come on, come on....

AWACS Sky Eye: ... We have life signs! Heart rate and breathing are quite fast but otherwise just fine.

Omega: ... *long blow* Hohhh God... I don't have the heart for this... Geez...

Bronco: Soak up the good news, pal. The rookie's gonna ride again.

Omega: Dude *pant* He's your flight lead... You'd figure you'd stop calling him that.

Bronco: What? Nah, he likes it! *chuckle*

Omega: D'ja hear the good news, Goodfellow? You didn't have a heart attack on us, have you?

Goodfellow: ... You guys are going to be the death of me, I swear...

Omega: Ha ha!

Goodfellow: Alright, alright, enough. Get those birds back home, Bone Arrows, same goes for all other Arrowblades. RTB, before supper, preferably.

Omega: Oh boy, supper! What's on the menu?

Edge: Omega.

Omega: Go for Omega.

Edge: ... Shut up... Just... shut up... stop talking for one second...

Omega: Oh, leave it to Miss Single Line to spoil my good mood... (Why don't you change your name to "Flat Line" while you're at it? With that hair and that cutting board of yours you could totally pass for a dude.)

Omega: *sigh* Sure, fine, radio's off.

Omega: ... Hey, Edge.

Edge: What is it?

Omega: Thanks for coming to Reaper's rescue back there.

Edge: ... No problem. Tell him "anytime".

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Reaper: Or you can tell me that yourself.

Omega: Reaper! My man! Damn it's good to hear your voice!

Reaper: You can thank the nice army man down here that's letting me use the radio on the jeep that gonna give me a ride back home.

Reaper: Come on, be polite, say "thank you".

Omega: *chuckle* Fine, fine. Thank you, mister "nice army man".

UNF Ground Soldier: Heh heh, no problem, pirate. Don't worry, we'll get your boy back to your place safe and sound. Free of charge and everything.

Omega: Holy Hell, he actually passed on the radio! What was that about?

Reaper: Can't I be nice?

Edge: Reaper, do you read?

Reaper: Go for Reaper. Waddya got, Edge?

Edge: ... Good to know you're still with us.

Reaper: 'Won't lie, it's good to still be here too.

Edge: I have to ask though. How did you survive? Sky Eye gave us a second-long laser stream heading your way.

Reaper: Oh, that? Well, remember how those things track you by your flight helmet?

Edge: Yes.

Reaper: Yeah, I kinda... Y'know, ditched mine when I saw the thing get a lil' too close for comfort.

Edge: Oh... wait, really?

Reaper: Yeah, my hair's all messy now too. I blame you, Omega, you lazy bum! Pick up the pace next time, you damn slouch!

Omega: Barely back and he's already yelling at me. Honestly, this guy's worse than Viper.

Viper: Oh really? Well I didn't know I was such a pain in your neck, King Bailout.

Omega: Viper! Hey, old man, come to watch the show? Well, sorry, but you're a bit too late.

Goodfellow: Oh he was here for a good chunk of it. Yes sir, he was.

Omega: Oh...

Viper: Hey Reaper, you copy, kid?

Reaper: Loud and clear, Viper, go ahead.

Viper: So, I heard you had to ditch.

Reaper: Yeah, so much for my so-very-expensive PAK-FA... Bummer.

Omega: Aw right, dude, all that money you put into it down the drain... Geez, that sucks...

Viper: Oh forget about the money, you can always make more tomorrow if you want it bad enough.

Reaper: Oh well, I WAS looking for an excuse to get the dust off the ol' Phantom.

Omega: What, that old thing? Come on.

Viper: Shut it, Omega. The kid's got good taste.

Viper: This was you first time, huh Reaper? Bailing out?

Reaper: Yeah... The feeling really sucks, gotta be honest.

Viper: It does? Well then, I guess now you're ready for "Viper's Ace Seminar 106": Always make sure the first thought that comes to mind when you go down is getting right back up.

Omega: Words to live by right there. I should know, that's my motto, after all.

Reaper: You have a motto?

Bronco: Ha! Figures. All too appropriate for someone like "King Bailout".

Omega: Hey, it works, man. I'm still here, aren't I?

Bronco: And no amount of crashes are gonna keep you down.

Omega: Amen to that.

Goodfellow: Much to my wallet's chagrin.

Viper: Haha! Cheer up, Goodfellow, the rookie there's got the expense covered.

Omega: Oh, you too with the "rookie" thing?

Reaper: Ah, let'em, it's kinda endearing.

Omega: Then can I-

Reaper: No.

Omega: Killjoy.

Goodfellow: Alright, alright, enough chit-chat. You can catch up when you're all back here... AFTER debrief.

Goodfellow: Omega, you cover for Reaper on the way back. Get our boys back home safe.

Omega: Roger that.

Goodfellow: Which means not getting lost along the way.

Omega: *chuckle* Have some faith, Goodfellow.

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Notes:

- By what footage we've seen for far, it seems Reaper will, at some point, most likely "canonically" be flying a T-50 PAK-FA in the future, hence why he flies one here. (I'd imagine the transition would be something like Mobius 1 's transition from his Panthom to his Raptor)

- The F-4E Phantom II, I believe, is probably Reaper's "canon" plane for the first 5 missions, hence why I'd assume he keeps it as a backup after switching to his T-50.

- Wizard , Crow , Antares and Varcolac squadrons are all a part of Task Force 118 Arrowblades in the Infinityverse, hence the mentions and Wizard being around doing stuff.

- Too lazy for background XP

- Too lazy to color XP XP

- This was done mostly to spend time and celebrate the death of Exam Season, so if you came here looking for some kind of grand masterpiece drawing... sorry...

Stay awesome, DA ;D

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