[center][color=lightcoral][h1]Yuna Xu[/h1]
[b]March 13th 2014
Late Evening
Malta International Airport
Luqa
Malta[/b][/color]

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Ahh, Malta.

Yuna's career travels had taken her through the island nation once or twice before, but never long enough to really enjoy it. Perhaps this time she would get that chance? Either way, there were far worse places to go on a first deployment with a squadron, so Yuna was in good spirits as she lined her Flanker-D up to the ILS approach. The preliminary briefing she had been given back at the Forge told her that spirits may not be so high in the existing squadron members, but she'd cross that bridge when she got to it. At the moment, she was too distracted by a) landing her plane, and b) marveling at how large the Malta airport was relative to the size of the country. With runway 13 at nearly 11,000 feet in length, no carrier-like landings were necessary here.

Yuna had led a four-plane flight from the Forge across the Atlantic - three fighter jets, and a large cargo plane carrying supplies. The other two fighter jets made her Su-33 seem, were it not for its upgrades, a bit out of date. Those were the other two new squadron members completing their little trio of fresh meat, and it reassured Yuna that she would be fighting alongside aircraft of that caliber. No more sharing the sky with rustbucket MiG-21s and F-4s held together with duct tape and a prayer. Yuna was sequenced in first to land, so she made sure to put on a show. She brought the Su-33 down smoothly, with a light chirp of the wheels on the tarmac and a quick exit onto the taxiway.

A little while later, Yuna had left the apron and made her way to the women's barracks, and was now getting her things in order after having changed out of her flight suit. It seemed she had found a time to enter the barracks when everyone else was gone, but no doubt that was only temporary. Unless...they all went out to town? She had to admit, she was itching to see more of Malta and to see a cold beer in front of her, but was also eager to rest up after the long trans-Atlantic flight. Either way, she was in no rush.

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[center][color=lightcoral][b]a few hours later...[/b][/color][/center]

Well, so much for rest!

An urgent meeting so soon, with multiple firearms no less, was certainly one way to get familiar with a new squadron. Yuna chuckled as she knew from experience that this was far from the worst way. In any case, it seemed proper introductions would have to wait. Brandishing both her MP5 and P226 as instructed, along with several extra mags for each, Yuna walked in to find her squadron leader wearing a very serious look on his face. And certainly, the information Scott and Wolf presented was a very serious situation. They had just lost a pilot and almost lost the C/O to a maintenance saboteur that meddled with half the squadron?? Did she hear that right? [i][color=lightcoral]I think I'm getting an idea what these guns are f-[/color][/i] Her internal monologue was cut off by Scott confirming it.

Yuna also noted a younger squadron member looking absolutely [i]furious[/i] at the news. [i][color=lightcoral]What's this guy's problem?[/color][/i] she thought. Yuna understood as well as anybody that emotions run high after you lose a squadronmate, but this...this was not normal behavior. [i][color=lightcoral]He seems like he might be a handful. Might even be fun to poke...but not right now.[/color][/i] Her judging eyes didn't have too much time to dwell on him though, as Scott beckoned the squadron out towards a confrontation with...whoever the culprit was.

Doing an urban foot raid in a fighter pilot squadron? What could go wrong? [i][color=lightcoral]This squadron is [u]spicy[/u]. I like it.[/color][/i]

Yuna stuck close to Scott as the squadron made their way towards the maintenance area. When signaled to fan out, Yuna quietly moved herself wide left, posting up behind a small shipping container saddled up against the next building over. From her corner she had a good sight line to the front door, with coverage of the windows to the left of the door, should things get hot. And get hot they did; Yuna was not expecting much gunfire, if at all, and certainly not anywhere [i]near[/i] the volume of gunfire that erupted from the building. Yuna moved back behind the container, but only for a moment; Scott was extremely vulnerable being right in front of them, and they needed to draw the fire away from him. She was totally pinned down when they were firing at her, but she noticed that there seemed to be only a few shooters with their attention on her, and they weren't staggering their reloads, causing breaks in the fire that was directed towards her. When the tracers stopped coming, she leaned out with her MP5 drawn and shot at the gunmen closest to the door and Scott. She figured the ones focusing on her would catch on to her strategy quickly, so she (and the rest of the squadron) needed a more permanent solution, and fast.

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