I felt honored and privileged to be among those fortunate enough to be assigned to the fleet aviation arm's first Yakovlev 141M squadron. What a beast! It is, in many regards, far superior to NATO's Harrier, and will not be taken lightly by the opposition (as was the Yakovlev 38).
While on our first operational cruise, we were tasked with providing support for our Parani allies. As a show of strength and socialist solidarity, we patrolled along the Parani border airspace, daring the imperialists to come within range of our advanced R-73 rockets. They would not come up to play, cowardly dogs that they are...or so we thought.
We were on the last leg of our patrol, and our GCI and AWACs Tupolev reported that they had zero contacts on their radars. This was all too easy. Suddenly, comrade Captain Marchenko reported a strange "tingle" on his radar warning gear. It was far too weak to be a radar source, but it came and went at steady intervals, as if someone were probing for us with some strange and clever piece of electronic gear. We reported this to our controller, and were quickly ordered to investigate, as the bearing showed that the source was behind us, in Parani airspace.
Just as we completed our turn, I caught the sun glinting off a canopy...and there it was!
I stood my aircraft on its tail, pushed the throttles well past the reheat detent, and selected an R-73. What's this? No lock tone! I quickly switched to my other R-73, and it too, failed to lock. Despite the reassuring sound of the seeker head searching for a target, it failed to acquire the target. My wingman Nico, warned me that another of the strange aircraft had positioned itself on my six o'clock, and he too, could not acquire infrared lock tone, nor even see it on his radar, for that matter!
Taking a cue from this, I immediately selected my gun, and much to my dismay, the gun radar would not track, either. I was astounded..
My reverie was broken by the air group commander on our ship, who ordered us not to engage. I broke off, and then saw the aircraft that had been sitting behind, pass by my starboard side...
What manner of sorcery is this?