Air Skrimish

A squadron of seven Sukhoi Su-27s flew over Yawnish airspace. The squadron stayed safe in its own skies, before the fourth generation fighters suddenly turned and flew over Jayarkian waters. The seven seemed different from regular Yawnish aircraft, with a metal skin of purple with a yellow stripe running down the jets. The ace pilots didn't seem to approach the mainland, just flying near as if they were taunting and challenging Jayarkian pilots. Even for an aggressive nation like Sleepyyawn, it seemed odd.

Suddenly, from their right, silver fighter planes roared over the Yawnish forces. The lead one started peppering the intruders with bullets, and the others followed.
The lead one was piloted by Leo Shepherd. "Gentlemen. We've got a dog fight." he groaned.

The fighters suddenly broke off formation, flying in seperate directions. While the others went in directions where they could be tailed, the lead flew straight in the direction of the Arkian jets. It sent out a short, four second burst of bullets as it passed before going right over head as it started to invert to come back around. Bullet holes lined the nose of the fighter, sending out a gray smoke.

One Arkian fighter plane started plummeting, as the pilot hit eject, being thrown out with a parachute. The planes, which were in a V, veered into two groups. Each group took on certain Yawnish planes, as to not completely overwhelm themselves. They continued to shoot at such aircrafts.

The other fighters, seperated from each other were using extreme evasive maneuvers to try and shake off the Arkian aircraft to no avail. Royal 6 suddenly heard a shudder, and his wing ripped off and sent his plane plumetting to the sea. The flight lead came back around, going after the nearest pilot.

The pilot started to rhythmically move back and forth, attempting to make shooting difficult for his pursuer. More planes started diving down to help.

Not being able to land a hit, and seeing the arrival of more planes, the flight lead stopped his chase, turning a hard left, the other remaining pilots following in formation.

OOC: lolihavenoideawhatimdoing. If you'd like, you could capture Royal 6, the dude that got his wing blown off >w<

OOC:I really don't either. Sure, capturing is fun. Though it will send the war to our shores. D:

The Arkian planes followed the Yawnish. They then formed a diamond around them. The JSIA had successfully been able to get through to the plane's transmission. Leo turned on his microphone. "Yawnish forces. We suggest you land immediately, or risk being blown out of the sky." he said.

A harsh laugh came in reply to Leo.
"Nawd eela skhyf nsa'akm qbayh. Tstghrq sth mak."
Good luck translating it.
The fighters resumed their flight.

The diamond held up. An Arkian plane shot out the wings of a fighter. "Get me a translator!" Leo shouted into the home line.


OOC:Tell me what he said. DX

The fighter ejected into the sea. Royal Three deployed his parachute and flew on the strong winds. The lead sighed audibly into the channel at the Arkian fighters again.
"Hnak ythhba thlathh?

OOC: "Go back to f*cking your ugly women. And take Six with you, he failed his initiation." >w<
And just now, he said...
"There goes Three. Are you happy now?"
Arabic phonetics fail. I know.

In a minute, the messages were translated. "Okay, team. Enter flight pattern B4 12. Prepare to force landing."
With that, two planes flew atop the fleet, more still enclosing them. They started to lower onto the fighters.

The Taskforce seemed extremely childish as they were being force to land. Almost like they didn't even care.
"Lthlk htha hw kyf yhsl Jayark alsyah!" a voice chimed in.

OOC: "So this is how Jayark gets tourists!"

The Arkian planes continued this process until they brought the Yawnish planes to a secret runway. There, about 50 cops and 2 SWAT Teams met the planes, armed with guns.

The remaining five pilots got out of their planes. They took off their masks and stared at the many armed men ready to rip bullets into them. Fun.

Two SWAT men went up to each Yawnish pilot, yelling threatening stuff in English. "DROP YOUR WEAPON!" they yelled.

The five looked at each other in confusion, before dropping their handguns. One of the pilots looked carefully at one of the SWAT Team members, gazing carefully at the Jayarkian uniform. He had never seen anything like it.

And the pilots were cuffed, before being sent to private cells in a national prison. Shepherd dialed a number on his phone. After a few rings, a voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Lord Oakland. You'd like what we just acquired."