Murska Airbase, situated in the south of Alundvari, the southernmost country of UTFS territory was a remote place. In the middle of wide open plains, which in turn were surrounded by rolling hills on one side, and the choppy, steel-grey waves of the ocean on the other. The airbase and the small village after which it was named were the only outposts of civilization that were anything more than an isolated house or utility building for miles in any direction.
This made the base perfect for the basing of DefCom's more secretive projects, and the testing and evaluation of any number of weapon systems and equipment. As such, it was the main base for the multinational alliances' new fleet of VG-0 Variable GEARs. Individual squadrons were dispersed elsewhere, but as each new one was stood up, they did so at Murska.
The same was no less true of the Black Knights squadron, the newest unit to be formed for service with the VG-0. For its' commanding officer, the base was a familiar sight. She had spent time there as part of the test and evaluation team for the VG-0, and had graduated to a position in command of one of its' field units. It was her first time in command, and while she had read all of the files and dossiers on her new squadron, and observed them in flight or even seen them around the base, she had yet to meet them in person or spend any length of time with them. Today would be the first day they'd begin operations together as an official unit.
Diane stood inside one of the bases' bombproof hangars, the autumn wind gusting across the plains and rolling through the airbase stirring her fur and hair, and chasing steel-grey clouds across the sky above. Behind her, the squadrons' VG-0's were arrayed around the hangar, gleaming and pristine as they waited for their new pilots.
Pacing back and forth, the bovine fiddled with the cuffs of her uniform nervously, muttering to herself as she glanced up at the sky, toward the airfield apron, and back into the hangar in turn.
"No big deal," she muttered, squinting out into the blustery mid-morning. "Meeting your new squadron for the first time properly, being a commanding officer, taking them on a first training mission; should be a piece of cake. What problems could there be? All you've got to do is remember all of the training you've had, right now, be strict, but not too strict, get them to listen to you, and hopefully like you, and still respect you. Not at all like juggling a hundred different concepts or ideas or anything like an impossible task..."
She palmed her face and gave a groan, before sighing and setting her jaw.
"It's fine," she said with a firmer tone and a nod of her head, smoothing one hand over her long hair. "You can do this!"
Returning to the center of the semicircle of parked VG-0's, she forced herself into a more relaxed posture, forcing her hooves to stay still on the cement floor of the hangar, and waited, the breeze stirring her hair lightly and ruffling her uniform.
Her PADD pinged a notification; 11am - time for the briefing; her pilots ought to start arriving right now...
This made the base perfect for the basing of DefCom's more secretive projects, and the testing and evaluation of any number of weapon systems and equipment. As such, it was the main base for the multinational alliances' new fleet of VG-0 Variable GEARs. Individual squadrons were dispersed elsewhere, but as each new one was stood up, they did so at Murska.
The same was no less true of the Black Knights squadron, the newest unit to be formed for service with the VG-0. For its' commanding officer, the base was a familiar sight. She had spent time there as part of the test and evaluation team for the VG-0, and had graduated to a position in command of one of its' field units. It was her first time in command, and while she had read all of the files and dossiers on her new squadron, and observed them in flight or even seen them around the base, she had yet to meet them in person or spend any length of time with them. Today would be the first day they'd begin operations together as an official unit.
Diane stood inside one of the bases' bombproof hangars, the autumn wind gusting across the plains and rolling through the airbase stirring her fur and hair, and chasing steel-grey clouds across the sky above. Behind her, the squadrons' VG-0's were arrayed around the hangar, gleaming and pristine as they waited for their new pilots.
Pacing back and forth, the bovine fiddled with the cuffs of her uniform nervously, muttering to herself as she glanced up at the sky, toward the airfield apron, and back into the hangar in turn.
"No big deal," she muttered, squinting out into the blustery mid-morning. "Meeting your new squadron for the first time properly, being a commanding officer, taking them on a first training mission; should be a piece of cake. What problems could there be? All you've got to do is remember all of the training you've had, right now, be strict, but not too strict, get them to listen to you, and hopefully like you, and still respect you. Not at all like juggling a hundred different concepts or ideas or anything like an impossible task..."
She palmed her face and gave a groan, before sighing and setting her jaw.
"It's fine," she said with a firmer tone and a nod of her head, smoothing one hand over her long hair. "You can do this!"
Returning to the center of the semicircle of parked VG-0's, she forced herself into a more relaxed posture, forcing her hooves to stay still on the cement floor of the hangar, and waited, the breeze stirring her hair lightly and ruffling her uniform.
Her PADD pinged a notification; 11am - time for the briefing; her pilots ought to start arriving right now...
