Ace Combat General #380 - /aceg/

Ace Combat General #380


Spitfire Edition


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AC7:

Gameplay:
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Kono Letter:
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Port confirmed:
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E3 '17 Trailer:
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AC:I will be closed on March 31st.
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First for AC7 news

Second for F-15 sisters

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Does anyone have any links to any books or websites you’d recommend to learn more about planes? I want to learn more but I’m not sure where to begin.

Xth for boudoir, nude pictures of planes.

go on wikipooda
find plen
click on links to get other plens
many plen

>D-don't look at me user! Perv!

what are some promising futur planes, currently all we really have active are the j-20 t-50 and f-22/35

I'm interested to see how the SR-72 and B-21 turn out.

>b-21
can you sell me on this? from all I could gather it's like a bootleg modernized b-2 to replace the 3-4 bombers we use but less cool looking

Japanese test liveries really squawk my IFF.

The B-2 first entered service in 1989. It's a damn old airframe and doesn't have the benefit of a lot of advances in stealth technology and avionics that have happened since then.
There's also improvements in engine technology, especially the talk about having these mount two F135s instead of four F110s, that should make it more fuel-efficient and thus longer-legged

F-15 even got herself a dragon tattoo

I dunno, it's probably just because I love the old batarang so much that I'm super dubious about anyone trying to take her mantle
at the very least the artist renderings showing the 21 with only one central "spike" compared to the b-2's 3 is lame

So, the Yakuza owns F-15Js now?

>it shoots pachinko balls that you have to redeem for missile hits

>you will never live in a world where gangs have dogfights over territory

so can a plane people man explain why some plan have ass rotor and some have face rotor?

dunno but looks absolutely sublime

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I'm wondering about the future of the F-15 and 16. Will they start getting stealth modifications and Flankeresque improvements like canards and thrust vectoring nozzles? Or is it just more economical to start scrapping them to bring in newer, native 5th gen stuff like the 35?

Some advantages in size, balance, and armament for military aircraft

>scrap
I still hate that the reasonable and probably best response to having to retire military equipment is to just chop it up

>f-16 replaced by moneysink-35
yame
and I don't think the stol/mtd is gonna save old falcon from being phased out

They're on their way out.
The F-35 is the replacement.
You might see some nations opt for upgrades like the F-16V, or Super Hornet, but those places are either middle eastern despots or nations run by people who couldn't give a single shit about the military.

>moneysink-35
Without a drop of irony, when will this fucking meme die?

When people start actually doing research on the economics of fighter development.

>just like economics in general, so the answer is never

Protip: libertarians are almost as bad as socialists. Almost.

I don't think people complain about how much the F-16 costs now.
So, maybe 40 years?

I hope the Eagle gets some of the S/MTD improvements

>mfw we'll have to say goodbye to the Eagle and Falcon in our lifetimes
H-holy fuck, hold me.

>s/mtd improvements

They would have done them decades ago when they were new, most likely.

If buzzfeed articles and the like can convince people the F-35 is nothing but evil, that's what they'll believe.
Just look at Pierre Sprey, even with Col. Berke carefully explaining and giving him clear facts. he simply refuses to see another viewpoint different from his own.
youtube.com/watch?v=1Pgiq-TlmSo

There's really not much from the S/MTD that would be worth the cost of adding them to the Eagle.

I'm going to V2 myself, brb

I mean I guess it was inevitable, but... man, that's really sad.

so how common is civilian retrofitting for fighters after retirement

asking for a friend

Speaking of the F-35.
youtube.com/watch?v=YJ98tisMLQk
Not unheard of, but extremely super rare.

Most air racers these days are superprops from late WWII. It's definitely a thing, but would be harder today

when it shows it's worth the giant pricetag basically
it could cost twice as much and force the govt to give lockheed personal ownership of montana, if it turns out to be the greatest multi role fighter to exist people will warm up to it
>70% increase over initial cost estimates
>delayed harder than duke nukem
>scathing reports from the pentagon itself
>le buzzfeed, unrelated video that shows ur just stupid like this guy
refute the points, by all means, but don't act like a stupid faggot (as if that's possible for a namefag)

On the other hand people who've actually flown the plane have almost universally praised it for its performance and ease of use, which also shows in the massive interest shown by many NATO allies in procuring it. The simple fact is that for the per unit cost, it delivers far more than its contemporary rival aircraft.
Furthermore, I'd be hard pressed to find a single modern fighter program that hasn't had cost estimate increases and delays. Fighter jets are incredibly complex systems that rely on vast networks of R&D, and subcontractors, all of which can fall susceptible to cost overruns, material shortages, financial crisis, and so on.

Well it sounds like you're being a bit unfair, given you seem to be writing the plane off before it's had a chance

I never said the F-35 was perfect, but to say it's the worst plane in history is incorrect. F-35s have already been deployed to frontline service all over the world.
theaviationist.com/2016/03/01/heres-what-ive-learned-so-far-dogfighting-in-the-f-35-a-jsf-pilot-first-hand-account/
> I would emphasize the term “multirole” after experiencing this jet in many roles, and now also in a dogfight. The F-35 has a real bite! Those in doubt will be surprised when they finally meet this “bomber.”

Also:
>fucking namefag reeeeeeee
Weak my dude. Step your bait game up.

I was very young yet in the days of the great unnerving. Most of what I remember are only flashes of hiding under my desk and being huddled into our schools' underground service rooms in a panic. Our teachers instructed us to wrap our arms around our necks so they would not be broken by falling debris. The girl that sat next to my desk was sobbing incoherently, and I had no clue why. How could I? I was only vaguely aware of what an Asteroid was from my morning cartoons. Farbanti wasn't in outer space, after all. To my mind, we were on the ground, and asteroids floated. I was very young yet.

A short few years later I was a boy still, but with strong legs and a troublesomely strong will. I reckon myself to have had about thirteen summers securely under my belt, and still trying to hold on to the last traces of my fourteenth while September marked a return to school. Mrs. Halloway, a kindly and elderly shopkeep, had a few dollars to spare at the end of the day for what was really my first job. She offered her space up for evening dancing lessons and I was to move all her chairs up the stairs into storage each evening.

The occupation hadn't dampened her spirits as I had seen it do to my father. He worked for the government. Soldiers had always been in the city, but the middle months of that year held more barbed wire and sandbags than I ever thought could exist in the world. My walk home from the bus stop was near the sunken portion of the city in the crater, with remnants of skyscrapers acting as watermarks. I always thought them ugly; they were crude reminders. Great tanks and the mustached men that drove them hid within alleys, hoping the shaded awnings and drying laundry would hide them. It became a treasure hunt to try and spot them all. My friends and I would often tear across the neighborhood with a piece of chalk, daring to approach and number the tanks right on the rear side where the exhaust came out. Of course, I was chastised heavily for this. My father spoke gravely in those times, in ways he hadn't just a few short months before. It seemed as if something was always on his mind. As if he felt someone dreadedly encroaching upon him.

Is this based on AC4?

One dusk in my second week of school I descended home towards our house. I approached and saw father's car still not in the drive. He worked late often and I noted it little. Rather, I took it as an opportunity to procrastinate my homework a bit further, and I took to my bike to traverse the streets. Quickly I rode further towards the water. At night you could often see the lights from great ships that lie between the sunken buildings in the crater. On weekends you could see ladders from the vessels leaned against the old buildings. Inside were campfires and faint music. I wished to join them with much jealousy, to see those old wretched concrete structures given purpose and life again.

I spent more than an hour in the grass of the lookout, scoungring for quarters to put into the viewfinder and picking blades of grass to hold between my thumbs as a reed. I lied on my stomach with my hands propping up my head as my legs kicked lazily in the waning sunset. The campfires grew brighters with each passing minute in comparison to the horizon. I felt peaceful.

I knew only that something was wrong when the campfires suddenly went cold. Men scurried down the ladder with hurried, worriesome movements. It was less than a minute later that the air raid siren shrieked and droned. It was drowned out in an instant as a pair of jets flew overhead at less than a thousand feet, forcing me to cover my ears as my shirt rippled in the wind caused by their acceleration as they passed me overhead. The Eurusian paint on their fins streaked towards the waterline and out into the sea.

A man came screaching to a halt near the lookout edge in his car, radio playing loudly. He stood, hand gripping the tops of his open driver door as he peered with great dread towards the water. I asked him what was going on, but was ignored. It took me yelling twice more for him to peal his attention away long enough to acknowledge me. The grey-bearded senior citizen bore a leather jacket with some patch on the sleeve, and falling out of his breast pocket were his cigarettes. He lit one nervously, staring back at the water.

Yeah

"Kid, you don't know what you're in for here. This is history you're now entwined in, do you understand it?"

I looked at him questioningly. After a couple of nervous puffs this warranted more from him as he looked at me twitchingly when he tore himself from concentrating on the sealine.

"Jesus, kid, haven't you been listening to the radio? I've seen him once before, that Mobius One. He's going to free us all, kid."

"Free us from what?" I replied.

"What, are you kidding me? What are your parents doing to you?" he twitched again, and took a very long drag. "Aren't you tired of climbing over barricades to get to the swingset? This isn't a government, it's a cage! Things were never like this in Osea, let me tell you." He turned the radio up a bit louder after leaning into the car. "Just... just come around here, I'll show you."

Closer up I could see that he was a wirey and fidgety man, behaving like a small and apprehesenive lapdog often did. Although he didn't flinch when distant explosions and clouds of black smoke engulfed the horizon. In quick succession there were two explosions far off, and then suddenly, another much closer. Close enough that my eye barely caught the arching turn of the missile streak overhead before colliding with the canopy of a jet, causing it to split directly in two. The portion where the pilot would have sat was thouroughly on fire and spinning rapidly counterclockwise toward the waves. Just above the fireball and only a blink after impact I saw it.

This would work better all together in a pastebin desu

"That's him, kid! That's him! I know that insignia! isn't it something, he just swooped right on over! Yeeaaooww!" The man clapped me on my shoulder as he jumped and celebrated. We spun quickly around to follow his movements. My eyes widened in astonishment as we watched the same plane spin twice and pull left no more than a few feet off the water, banking hard around the lookout and towards the bridge that led to the next district. We saw the water surface recede in the power of his jets, and he pulled up only slightly enough to match the bridge. With no less acceleration than he had when he dispatched the pilot above us, he split the upper support and lower road of the bridge, decimating the tanks that resided there. Perfectly timed, he broke the sound barrier just afterwards, sending a sonic wave across the ocean surface that barreled towards us. I felt the force in my chest.

I breathed heavily, my jaw dropped from the sites I had witnessed. In amazement, and horror, shock and excitement, I watched on. This pilot betrayed my very understanding of what was possible with every move. Shouts from the radio became louder, and began to express joy. Works such as "liberation" and "freedom" became regular vocabulary. I couldn't help but feel it's influence. People slowly started exiting their houses. Some of them in great inspiration and anger! Crowds ganged up on fleeing Soldiers. Great fires taller than park trees buildings littered the skyline as the only city I'd ever called home lay ruined for the second time I've known it, but this time there was no great sadness. My knuckles were white as my balled my fists, I held them at chest level in the commotion. I did not know why, I was feelingly only the momentum and the heat of the battle.

I'm skeptical of the plane, but like I said I'm open to refuting like , although the NATO allies diving on it is hardly a point, since of course everyone wanted the f-22 and this is the best thing short of making your own like japan tried
and I didn't say it was the worst plane in history, just that it's costly and I like it less than the fighting falcon and you're a faggot for trying to handwave all the problems with something like "dur just stupid pepol reading buzzfeed"
and bite me, I never liked half the general prancing around with names like it's some sort of forum, especially something as retarded as a pro nigger collision player for a garbage overrated team that jerkoffs from the northeast never shut up about

>I never liked half the general prancing around with names like it's some sort of forum, especially something as retarded as a pro nigger collision player for a garbage overrated team that jerkoffs from the northeast never shut up about

From the city center approached a formation of helicopters. To this point the battle had been fought only in jet fighters, but these flew low and fast. As they made their escape over our lookout I could see clearly the markings and inhabitants. It had the same markings on the side as my father's briefcase and ID card. From the rear window, I thought I could make out a face and waving hand. My calamity calmed, and a well in my stomach grew with worry. The lead helicopter of the three broke out, darting towards the right, and catching a missle directly on it's top rotor.

The second helicopter rotated suddenly, the missle coliding with it's rear prop. It was a dud, as it didn't explode, but the chopper spiraled violently into the crashing water, sinking almost instantaneously.

The last helicopter from which I received a wave tilted forward in depseration, trying to gain speed and lower altitude, hoping to hide amongst the water with it's silver paint. The scalpel-like moves of the execution in the jet pulled him in a high arc, canopy facing us as he dropped speed and seemed to float down towards the remaining helicopter.

There was little chance. The missle collided directly in the side, blowing anything and anyone in the cargo area out the opposite door. The helicopter fell like a rock, and created a splash like a volcano. I felt the gravel in my knees a I dropped. My stomach felt as if it had been ripped out with an angler's hook. Overcome with rage, I swatted the man's hand from my shoulder and scrambled over his hood towards the lookout's edge. I had meant to leap and dive, but I stumbled near the edge, and found myself spinning and tumbling towards the water some eighty feet below.

too late now

>le emoji xd
choke on your chowder, sportsfags are obnoxious and new englanders are the worst, the fact that you bring this shit into a videogame imageboard about a plane game just proves it, thread celebrity shit is always cancer

This is top tier salt, keep it coming my dude

Who pissed in your cornflakes?

To this day I can still recant the chastisings I took from the nurses who made sure to make me appreciate the luck with which I was struck to have survived. I was a stubborn kid, I didn't learn to truly come to terms with my fortune until much later. I am old now, and life has been mostly lived. I've retired from a career in construction, mostly rebuilding the city. I took my retirements and bought only few but precious items. A boat, a ladder, and some firewood.

The end.

Look at this entitled little shit, bitching about things as if anyone gives two fucks about his opinions.

>people get annoyed at my faggotry haha salt
sasuga handegg fan, I'd expect nothing more from anyone that enjoys watching that trash
seeing someone get away with acting like a faggot because his name is familiar to the general is annoying, and I hate footbalfags to begin with

delenda est cartago

So I've got a couple friends who are playing the games and are just starting out. What would you all say is some good advice for a beginner? One of the biggest ones I have so far is "learn how to Immelmann so you can turn around without getting disoriented".

Well it sounds like you're being a bit unfair, given you seem to be writing the guy off before it's had a chance

Cool shit man, making me want to replay AC4.

cared enough to reply

Here's the pastebin. pastebin.com/F4bNshUG

Honestly, I mostly write poetry. I'm pretty shit at short stories, I'm sure this is proof of it. This general's been full of good bros and felt the need to contribute something out of good will.

Hopefully it was worth a read. I'll go back to tabbing out more AC music now.

BRILLIANT
Also what did I do to act like a faggot, besides disagree with you? Name one thing I did detrimental to this general besides disagree with you.

Also if you whine about my saying buzzfeed exactly once then you will have officially run out of arguments.

This is really good man, nice work. 1st person perspective is difficult to pull off but you did a nice job of it.

>202865973
That's not an statement about whether or not we care. It's giving everyone who wonders what he's writing about a quick glance at the trollop.
Still, if you care so much about replies, here you go

You're too hard on yourself. This is pretty good- I actually quite like having a 'from the ground looking up' take on the events of the world. Probably why I loved 04's story so much.

AC4's story was really unique. 6 gives you the point of view of civilians as well, but none of them are quite as naive or young as the Storyteller Kid.
I wonder if AC7 is going to have a 'from the ground looking up' plotline too.

I bet you 5 zollars that is exactly what the scientist is going to be for

call the f-35 a moneysink and you immediately pull out
>just look at this guy refusing to see any viewpoint but his own in this video, that's just like you
without giving a single reason the f-35 is decent (like )
then just repeatedly go ECKS DEE U MAD because I don't like your namefaggotry or obsession with sports
>Name one thing I did detrimental to this general besides disagree with you.
hope you can keep your mouth shut come supermeme sunday or fuck off to /sp/, because sweaty men headbutting each other isn't planes
>inb4 haha funny reaction image u r unhappy

I am quite looking forward to seeing how all the characters and elements we've seen so far end up fitting together. Ace Combat 6's story had its issues, but I still thought it was interesting watching all the B-plots start connecting by the end.

>dramatic pose in front of the Su-30s butt
life goals

The F-35 has a sensor suite currently unparalleled by any aircraft that doesn't dedicate itself to electronics, a very respectable payload, kinematics very close to the multirole lightweight fighters it aims to replace, and, unlike you, has the ability to take a hit and not lose its shit

>without giving a single reason the f-35 is decent
Except I cited firsthand accounts of a pilot saying the F-35 handled very well and is a very capable combat fighter.
Also yes, you're doing precisely what Pierre Sprey did, which is stick to his incorrect viewpoints despite being presented with information to the contrary.
This is the last (You) you're getting from me, so enjoy it.

I really want to find out what the Princess' MO is, is she an innocent figurehead or is she helping orchestrate the war?

Thanks buddies.
have a planefu on a comfy patrol

Just report obviously offtopic/bloggy posts, don't derail the thread with meta faggotry.

>inb4 she's a Belkan

I've wondered how (if at all) the Belkans are going to play into all this. No doubt it'll come out halfway into the game they're supplying the Eruseans or something.

Also holy hell this captcha is awful.

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what viewpoint huh? this hasn't been about the f-35 for a few posts now, I did listen to the people actually saying something about the plane and not just greentexting what I said with le funni ms paint image, you posting one relevant post to like 5 "haha omg u mad" doesn't change that
and I still fucking hate handegg and the people following it

I really like the F35.

My state's air guard uses F16's, always watched them take off near where I grew up. Made me want to play the AC games actually.

The F35 is the stealth version of that. And my planefu is a close air support legend.

What's not to love about the F35 for me?

My biggest gripe with the F-35 is pretty much just cosmetic, I'm not a -huge- fan of how it looks, but I do think it's neat how they've sorta blended an F-16 and an F-22.

That's actually something that stokes my curiosity about the AC7 trailer. It's very difficult to pick out the visual coding on most of the characters. Usually you can glean a few things from framing and design but it's a bit trickier in this one.

That's nice and all, but is this -really- the place to lash out about it?
We'd like for this to at least nominally be aviation-related rather than a psychiatric ward

That area ruled fuselage is beyond erotic.
I really like that silvery grey RAM paint, looks scifi as hell.
On an entirely unrelated topic, now that legacy captcha has pulled a Chopper, I'm really starting to hate recaptcha.

Her rather fiery speech makes it obvious she's a proponent for the war, but knowing AC plots, it's things most likely aren't as they seem. I wonder if there's a sekrit gubmint scheme running things in the background.

Yeah, same. That sorta graphite color is really great. I believe they're going to apply a similar color to the F-15 2040C.

Lead the missiles. They have to hit the planes to kill them

Long live the ruled area

I have a feeling that the Princess will end up trying to ally with Belka. It'd make sense from a strategic standpoint. Belka is a lot closer to Osea than Erusea is, after all.

As long as I don't have to "selegd gars XD dry agen" anymore, I'm fine with the captcha tbqh

It does, but other shots paint her differently; my prediction would be that she begins that way and has a turnabout under the weight of her conscience as she starts seeing the reality and consequence of the conflict. But Mihaly and Mister Science Man are the ones that really baffle me.

Yeah, they're working on missile vectoring.

Mounting the weapons under-wing for non-stealth missions helps that considerably.

Look at that chubby belly

But that's pretty much every other captcha I have to solve.
Even when I've clicked on all the right things and the damn thing has the checkmark it still rejects it, which is beyond infuriating.
Damn right.

Yeah, and at by 2019, Belka's been embarrassed by Osea a bunch, noo doubt they still have a massive bone to pick.
>clicking pictures of cars for 90 seconds straight

I'm most curious about the scientist guy, we still don't even know his name yet. He's going to segue into the ineitable sub-plot of computerizing consiousness being the next logical step from computerizing aviation.
>sublimation here we come

Look at that sexy waist

it was about the f-35 and "tom" acting like or putting words in my mouth, any jabs about ape smack were cursory

I don't think I've ever seen someone get so mad at a namefag before.
Reminds me of the olden days on /v/

I fucking jinxed myself. Since we were able to post images again, my captcha was just autoverifying me for every post. And now that I said something, the cars are back. I'd be .01% less mad if I had to select planes.

Anyways, what do you guys think of the Silent Eagle? I hope it catches on, but that doesn't seem likely.