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I finally could end with this project... It took me like 2 to 3 weeks of work to get this done right.
Please, if you're going to fav it, at least, I'd like you to comment something... Thanks.

And I thought it would be good to make a text to explain what's going on here... so, if you're curious enough, then read :3

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The sunlight was burning the vast desert beneath the soaring “Gaskhiyzhe”, or “Ancestor”, as the daltic pilots called the old F-4E. It was a routine patrol over the sands of the Abhul Desert, in kàdeszh territories –only air superiority activities were carried out in the uninhabitable area. The airs were calm, and the pilot was getting ready to return when the radar officer spoke.
-We’ve got a contact in the screen, Kommandant- said the Tyeniynt. – Two raptors, no bomber signals, probably Su-27 or MiG-29. Distance 10 o’ 12 km, speed 8-50kph aprox. Heading NE, right at our 11 o’clock.
-Received, Eschner- answered the pilot, increasing the engine’s thrust –We’re gonna teach those bastards how to fear Kommandant Erik Haptmann!
–Be careful, Ekky- a voice spoke through the radio –those rupian pilots are something serious. I fought along them years ago.
-Don’t worry, kitty. I know how to handle arrogant pilots. Gotta show them my rookie side… then they’ll fall in the trap
-Take care, dear. Control Neviy, out.

By that moment, the two foes were at just 3 kms of distance. Both planes opened cannon fire at the same time, but Erik dodged just in time in an improvised turning. Just after that, he close-turned right, in search of the enemy.
-Raptor, 10 o’clock low, heading 12!- shouted Eschner –excellent for a seeker!
-The idiot is flying in a straight line! I’m not gonna waste a missile on the bastard- answered Erik, while he maneuvered to get a better lock with his sight. –Let’s spray him!
At that very moment, the prey turned around and dived, while a beeping whistle warned Ekky he was in someone else’s sight.
-Raptor, 8 o’clock, heading here! Make something, sir!- Eschner desperately shouted
-Just a little… just a little…- whispered Erik. At the same time, the foe fired a missile and turned away without waiting for the results. The missile flew quickly towards the old F-4E, and the beeping alert started buzzing more frequently. The missile advanced inexorably against them, while Ekky alertly watched it.
-Now!- shouted Ekky, furiously, while pulling the control stick with all his strength, rolled and executed a Split S maneuver. The missile, trying to correct its course, lost the target and flew away into the immensity of the desert
-Time to show ‘em, sir?- asked Eschner, with a bright of confidence in his voice.
-That’s right, sir- answered Erik calmly, and turned in search of his first target of the day.
-Okay… Two raptors, 3 o’ 4 km, 9-50kph aprox. Heading W, 8 o’clock.
-Right… a slight maneuver, a Sparrow and some gunfire and it’s ended.
The F-4 quickly gathered speed as the afterburners were lit on. The enemy planes were flying their way home, confidents of another victory, as the F-4 stealthy slipped in their 6.
2500mts.
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2000mts.
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1500mts.
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1000mts.
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750mts
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At the distance he was from them, he could easily tell they were flying a pair of MiG-29, wearing the omnipresent air superiority tri-tone gray cammo, making a clear silhouette against the blue sky, white clouds and dark yellow sands of the desert. Ekky have flown them before, and knew all of its capabilities.
At just 250mts from one of the MiGs, Erik pressed the trigger and sprayed the objective with his Vulcan cannon. The explosive rounds brought dark smoke and fire out of the hit exhausts, and pierced the right wing. The plane turned right and lost control for a moment, but the pilot could control it for enough to eject.
-Another lover will cry tonight, I guess- said Ekky, as he saw the parachute slowly descending.- That guy stands no chance down there.
The other MiG tried to escape from the hunter, but a short spray from the F-4’s cannon seriously damaged its dive controls. Eschner thought his partner would end the job just bringing the plane down just as he did with the first. But what followed would surely be one of the strangest stories that the rupian history shall never tell.
At the cockpit of the MiG-29, the pilot was fighting with the controls to get away by any terms from the situation. He was sure that, if he jumped, his thick fur would cook him alive even before being able to touch the sandy soil. By the other hand, if he stayed in the plane, his heartless opponent would shoot him until there was nothing left to shoot at, just as it happened to his wingman. He was thinking about his beloved vixen and his family, back at home, with the clear idea of not being able to kiss his wife, or hug his children. Then, suddenly, a voice cracked into the radio of the plane.
-Here Kommandant Erik Haptmann, speaking, do you receive me?
The pilot couldn’t believe what he just has heard. He even thought it was just his imagination.
-Kommandant Haptmann speaking, do you copy?- the voice insisted in a marked accent.
-I… I receive you… loud and clear- answered the pilot, with a somewhat broken voice.- Here Mayor Ciro Fox, speaking.
-Good to hear that,- answered Erik –at least I know I’m not speaking to deaf ears now, Maior.
-What do you want from me?- asked Ciro, with a trace of angst in his voice.
-I want you to live, Maior- said Erik, keeping his sight right over Ciro’s tail. –As long as you will to do so, anyways.
-Is this a trick or something? Because I’m not in the right mood for jokes- said Ciro, this time with an angrier voice.
-Isn’t life a joke, Maior?- laughed Ekky.
This pilot’s attitude was getting in Ciro’s nerves, and every time he called him Maior, with that Russian accent, he felt an urge to kill him with a club or something. But in the situation he was, it was obvious that this pilot was the one who put the game rules there.
-So… how can you assure you won’t shoot me when I flee- asked the suspicious fox.
-Because, if I wanted to shoot you, Maior,- explained Erik –I’d do it right now.
-Right… I… I guess… I’ll have to trust your word.- Ciro stuttered, -Thanks for the second chance.
-Just flee, Maior,- ordered Erik -and greet what’s left of your squad once you get safe. Kommandant Erik Haptmann, out.
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Rupian Federation and Ciro D. Fox (c) *DingoPatagonico

Description
PLEASE READ
I finally could end with this project... It took me like 2 to 3 weeks of work to get this done right.
Please, if you're going to fav it, at least, I'd like you to comment something... Thanks.

And I thought it would be good to make a text to explain what's going on here... so, if you're curious enough, then read :3

--
The sunlight was burning the vast desert beneath the soaring “Gaskhiyzhe”, or “Ancestor”, as the daltic pilots called the old F-4E. It was a routine patrol over the sands of the Abhul Desert, in kàdeszh territories –only air superiority activities were carried out in the uninhabitable area. The airs were calm, and the pilot was getting ready to return when the radar officer spoke.
-We’ve got a contact in the screen, Kommandant- said the Tyeniynt. – Two raptors, no bomber signals, probably Su-27 or MiG-29. Distance 10 o’ 12 km, speed 8-50kph aprox. Heading NE, right at our 11 o’clock.
-Received, Eschner- answered the pilot, increasing the engine’s thrust –We’re gonna teach those bastards how to fear Kommandant Erik Haptmann!
–Be careful, Ekky- a voice spoke through the radio –those rupian pilots are something serious. I fought along them years ago.
-Don’t worry, kitty. I know how to handle arrogant pilots. Gotta show them my rookie side… then they’ll fall in the trap
-Take care, dear. Control Neviy, out.

By that moment, the two foes were at just 3 kms of distance. Both planes opened cannon fire at the same time, but Erik dodged just in time in an improvised turning. Just after that, he close-turned right, in search of the enemy.
-Raptor, 10 o’clock low, heading 12!- shouted Eschner –excellent for a seeker!
-The idiot is flying in a straight line! I’m not gonna waste a missile on the bastard- answered Erik, while he maneuvered to get a better lock with his sight. –Let’s spray him!
At that very moment, the prey turned around and dived, while a beeping whistle warned Ekky he was in someone else’s sight.
-Raptor, 8 o’clock, heading here! Make something, sir!- Eschner desperately shouted
-Just a little… just a little…- whispered Erik. At the same time, the foe fired a missile and turned away without waiting for the results. The missile flew quickly towards the old F-4E, and the beeping alert started buzzing more frequently. The missile advanced inexorably against them, while Ekky alertly watched it.
-Now!- shouted Ekky, furiously, while pulling the control stick with all his strength, rolled and executed a Split S maneuver. The missile, trying to correct its course, lost the target and flew away into the immensity of the desert
-Time to show ‘em, sir?- asked Eschner, with a bright of confidence in his voice.
-That’s right, sir- answered Erik calmly, and turned in search of his first target of the day.
-Okay… Two raptors, 3 o’ 4 km, 9-50kph aprox. Heading W, 8 o’clock.
-Right… a slight maneuver, a Sparrow and some gunfire and it’s ended.
The F-4 quickly gathered speed as the afterburners were lit on. The enemy planes were flying their way home, confidents of another victory, as the F-4 stealthy slipped in their 6.
2500mts.
…
2000mts.
…
1500mts.
…
1000mts.
…
750mts
…

At the distance he was from them, he could easily tell they were flying a pair of MiG-29, wearing the omnipresent air superiority tri-tone gray cammo, making a clear silhouette against the blue sky, white clouds and dark yellow sands of the desert. Ekky have flown them before, and knew all of its capabilities.
At just 250mts from one of the MiGs, Erik pressed the trigger and sprayed the objective with his Vulcan cannon. The explosive rounds brought dark smoke and fire out of the hit exhausts, and pierced the right wing. The plane turned right and lost control for a moment, but the pilot could control it for enough to eject.
-Another lover will cry tonight, I guess- said Ekky, as he saw the parachute slowly descending.- That guy stands no chance down there.
The other MiG tried to escape from the hunter, but a short spray from the F-4’s cannon seriously damaged its dive controls. Eschner thought his partner would end the job just bringing the plane down just as he did with the first. But what followed would surely be one of the strangest stories that the rupian history shall never tell.
At the cockpit of the MiG-29, the pilot was fighting with the controls to get away by any terms from the situation. He was sure that, if he jumped, his thick fur would cook him alive even before being able to touch the sandy soil. By the other hand, if he stayed in the plane, his heartless opponent would shoot him until there was nothing left to shoot at, just as it happened to his wingman. He was thinking about his beloved vixen and his family, back at home, with the clear idea of not being able to kiss his wife, or hug his children. Then, suddenly, a voice cracked into the radio of the plane.
-Here Kommandant Erik Haptmann, speaking, do you receive me?
The pilot couldn’t believe what he just has heard. He even thought it was just his imagination.
-Kommandant Haptmann speaking, do you copy?- the voice insisted in a marked accent.
-I… I receive you… loud and clear- answered the pilot, with a somewhat broken voice.- Here Mayor Ciro Fox, speaking.
-Good to hear that,- answered Erik –at least I know I’m not speaking to deaf ears now, Maior.
-What do you want from me?- asked Ciro, with a trace of angst in his voice.
-I want you to live, Maior- said Erik, keeping his sight right over Ciro’s tail. –As long as you will to do so, anyways.
-Is this a trick or something? Because I’m not in the right mood for jokes- said Ciro, this time with an angrier voice.
-Isn’t life a joke, Maior?- laughed Ekky.
This pilot’s attitude was getting in Ciro’s nerves, and every time he called him Maior, with that Russian accent, he felt an urge to kill him with a club or something. But in the situation he was, it was obvious that this pilot was the one who put the game rules there.
-So… how can you assure you won’t shoot me when I flee- asked the suspicious fox.
-Because, if I wanted to shoot you, Maior,- explained Erik –I’d do it right now.
-Right… I… I guess… I’ll have to trust your word.- Ciro stuttered, -Thanks for the second chance.
-Just flee, Maior,- ordered Erik -and greet what’s left of your squad once you get safe. Kommandant Erik Haptmann, out.
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Rupian Federation and Ciro D. Fox (c) *DingoPatagonico