[center]Freyja shook the hand of the lieutenant, taking a note of the woman raspy voice, and she sure as hell was tall, she could literally use Freyja as a leaning post. Also; the leather eye patch, she could tell this pilot had certainly gone through hell, she had physical and mental scars of her own, but she felt they could not be as bad as Kat’s. 

Her attention was suddenly changed as her CO had come over and made himself know to the small group assembled there. [color=00aeef]“Lieutenant Colonel, Sir”[/color] Freyja instinctively saluted the man for the moment, after she shook the man’s offered hand. [color=00aeef]“Thank you sir.”[/color] She nodded to those around her before making her way back over to her craft, and got prepared for what will be a second-long flight for her.[/center]

[hr][hr]

[b]March 12th, 2014
Saab JAS-39E Gripen
Somewhere over the Atlantic[/b]

[center]The take off and getting into formation was routine enough, Freyja was towards the rear of the formation, taking the time while it was peaceful to look over her on board systems to review information of the mission brief to Malta. But; it didn’t take long for that peace and quiet to be shattered as she heard the call of Brightspark, his initial comment had made the pilot look over towards his craft, thinking as to whether or not she had encountered or engaged them before. 

Your Cute call that came next caught her off guard, no one had ever called her that since like college days, man was that another lifetime, it made her raise an eyebrow and honestly she was not sure how she would respond to that. But the guy kept on shooting his mouth off, not caring weather he won or lost? In her mind, with that mind-set, you have already lost. But she was curious, what did he hear about her? Has he read up on her file or something, if he knew half the shit she did… No she was not a good girl in any sense of the word in her mind. He has any idea what she has done to N/UN?

Her mind trailed of but was brought back when other pilots began speaking up, Cobalt 5 for example made the Scandinavian pilot snort a little, a slight smile hidden under her mask, thankfully her comms was not on, soon enough Cobalt 3 joined in and then even 6. Sure enough she eventually flicked on her own comms. [color=00aeef]“Cobalt’s 5 and 3, This is Cobalt 8, thank you for the save ladies, appreciate it. I think cobalt 7 has lost his spark”[/color] For Freyja this was certainly different, never had she come across working with a wingman or squadron for that matter using so much small talk and chatter. Oh she almost forgot. [color=00aeef]“Oh and just for the record, there is no way in hell I’m dancing.”[/color][/center]