User blog comment:USS Enterprise CVN-65/The New (And Improved) Official Roleplay Room/@comment-32153758-20160901194544/@comment-32153758-20160918222431

As everything from the S-90 came forth, the Despair quickly fired a laser, not taking any bait from Vladimir. The laser shot through, slicing Vladimir in half. The plan did not work...or did it?

The Despair desperately tried to evade the missile spam, but got hit by a few of them as it tried to pull a Kulbit to get behind Rohzhov. Slowing down and unable to raise up into the air, it instead ends up doing a brake midair, and slams into the S-90, causing both to explode midair.

The two aces are released from the simulation, both heavily panting and sweating. Their teammates surround them, and Yevgeny shakes Vladimir.

"Are you ok? Captain!?" Yevgeny cries, and Vladimir can only look at the ceiling.

Rohzkov gets up from his seat, and walks around the room, aimlessly.

Never, in their careers, have they faced a enemy that required such unconventional means, such...wild thinking.

If they hadn't pulled that move, they would have lost. And technically, they did lose.

That day, no one won.

The A-1 (Controlled by Delusion) walks away, recording the data of the dogfight silently, while thinking in its mind...

"Wow, that was a strange battle..." -- With that the pilots silently leave the Katar, not saying a single word to each other about what conspired at that simulation. As the younger pilots congratulate their aces for their win, the two of them only have one image burned in their mind.

"I never want to hear a cicada again..." Vladimir mutters.

"Never again...I hate orange..." Rohzkov whispers.

The CCCP shake hands with HYDRAXIS, and leave. Having tested their planes against such foes, they now go to revise their planes, make new ones, etc.

And HYDRAXIS does the same.

As the ships leave, Rohzkov and Vladimir look out the window to see one last surprise. Although fading away from view, they can spot a bright orange object barrel rolling and suddenly shifting from one direction to the next, circling around other familiar sights; the planes they fought that day.

The Despair AI looked back at the CCCP, and silently noted down; next time, it would not lose to those two.