Kahlia Akasha Jet StrikeBy Jimmy Boom Semtex
- NICK ARMBRISTER/JBS
- May 4, 2020
- 3 min read
Kahlia Akasha Jet Strike
By Jimmy Boom Semtex
Over mirror smooth black Pacific waters under an arcing dark sky full of a billion stars, my stealth warplane ghosts towards her targets on her mission of war. She is a wraith of non existence with the looks of a Goddess, doing her work to stop the devil. Soon she will be over her target. Let the fun begin... KAHLIA AKASHA returns...
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. Both men walked over to the aircraft. The oriental, recruited from a neighbouring island, stood aside while the pilot checked his work. Only if satisfied would the pilot pay the local labour for their efforts. It had to be correct and then the lady pilot would double check. No errors could be allowed. He walked around the plane, his warplane, checking the weapons were firmly on their pylons with umbilical connections linking them to the aircraft in place and not loose. On eight under wing pylons, four either side, the bomb load was a mixed one for maximum destruction and death. Two short range Bright Star air to air missiles on the very outer missile pylons, backed up by two medium range Axe Head radar guided missiles for air combat, followed by two Medusa anti radar missiles to hit enemy radar systems and finally, on the inboard pylons two Saffron anti tank missiles that doubled as good attack weapons. A single belly mounted fuel tank gave us extended range to escape to Thailand after our target runs. Forward of the fuel tank was a twin barrel 23mm cannon with two hundred and fifty rounds of ammo, half for each barrel. A heavier 30mm gun could be carried but the added firepower was negated by extra weight.
Faintly visible in the darkness Kahlia Akasha looked the same as before but on closer inspection she was a very different beast.
Back on the island the night lights were turned off and placed in one of the speed boats, aircraft tyre tracks swept over and all traces removed. Quietly the electric stealth boats left the small-uninhabited island that served as a one-time airbase for the mission, leaving no clue to what had gone down there. Each tanned oriental opened his cotton bundle and smiled in the dim light of their quiet boats. The rewards were paid in thin leaves of gold and platinum, a value equal to a lifetime’s wages. The pilot kept his word and paid well.
Just as before a huge nuclear explosion almost blinded the couple but they were ready for it. Vaanya flew them away from the danger area and Nick monitored the infrared displays and periodically looked out of the cockpit in the dark areas of sky where any enemy Migs could be hiding. There were none, yet. To their left a huge cataclysm filled the sky, changing the very geography of the jungle. In a small earthquake the one thousand foot high mountain collapsed, burying the remains of the biological lab and its evil toxins and viruses forever. In a few minutes, Burma had lost both her nuclear and biological weapon programs. Nick checked the computer and saw that the cameras were filming all of the nuclear destruction. He clicked send on his display and data linked the footage back to their secret support base and to three other widely separated locations so the footage was safe from interception.
“Where is our next target Vaanya?”
“The military junta, who right now will be in their underground bunker. See the co-ordinates on the map screen Nick?”
“I’ve got them. You want to fly us there?”
“Yes I will fly us there, I need the combat time. Do you know how to program the two anti radar weapons for ground penetration?” Vaanya asked making sure Nick knew the procedure.
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