The Sun had long set during their flight to Malta, honestly it was a beautiful sight when one could just fly and not be fighting. The gleam of bright various bright lights was an assuring sign for Freyja, after two very long flights, fatigue was really setting in and rest was calling for her, sleep was literally screaming for her. Eventually the runway light was a signal for the journey’s end and when it was her time to land, she did so, with little complaint from the wheel of her delta wing aircraft. She followed the guiding gestures of a ground crewman to park the plane up her plane with crew coming to attend to her aircraft and secure it with chocks and so forth. While shutting her plane down, she took a moment to see that the airfield had seen combat, and quite recently.
Once out of the plane she did get some looks from some of the Maltese crew, but she didn’t pay much mind to it and removed her helmet and grabbing her things while her CO spoke to their liaison that had been assign to them for the duration of their stay. When the pleasantries were done with, and the tour of the base was complete, Freyja could finally look forward to actually getting well needed rest. She had placed her duffel bag on a bed in the corner of the room where the ladies of Cobalt would be sharing, and got herself sorted. The plan was simply to go and get something to eat, shower and hit the sack as she was getting very tired.
Leaving to go to the mess hall to get some chow, Freyja got herself some food, she didn’t get much, but a small bite to eat would do her no harm, she sat herself down at a table no one was sat at and kept to herself from the mingling crowd that was already in the mess. Freyja could feel that there were eyes laying upon her, but she chose to ignore it, she had barely got started with her meal when a couple of guys came over to the table she sat at, one spinning a chair round to sit on it backwards while the other simply rest his foot upon another, casually leaning on his leg that was perched up on the seat, staring at the pilot.
“This the one?” the guy that was sat opposite Freyja opened with. “Yeah this is one, got out of that Griffon, the description of the markings on the tail I can easily remember.” Freyja sighed quietly under her breath and stopped eating. “Can I help you gentlemen?” The guys watched her movements for a moment before the one leaning spoke up. “You’re the bitch, that sank the N/UN navy supply ship many years ago, it was carrying equipment and supplies meant for Malta.” The other interjected. “My brother was on that ship, 70% of the people on that ship went down with her, do you remember that war criminal? Or was it just it numbers for you from whatever PMC gave you the biggest payout? The N/UN paying you the highest now is it? How dare you come here.”
Freyja slammed her cutlery down on the table which brought about the silence of the whole mess hall. Clearly people could over hear what was said. She looked up at the men, clearly she was annoyed, she often refused to speak of her past. “Nothing I have done since turning against my previous employers will make up for the atrocities I once committed in their name. Somewhere deep inside, I knew it was wrong, a voice I did not recognize screamed for me to stop. Back then I saw no way out, it was the way things were, they could not be changed. I tried convincing myself the people I was hurting deserved it. I became numb to their pain and suffering, I learned to shut out the voice speaking against it.”
“What the Fu… There is always a choice lady, and you dam well know it!” One of the guys scolded at her. Maybe her answer was no what they fully expected. “Indeed there is” she simply replied. Her short responses only seemed to anger the guys more. “And yet you still choose to ignore it!” Freyja continued to get agitated, but as much as she would want to smack these guys into next week, it would only make things worse for Cobalt Squadron and so refrained herself for falling into that trap. “And yet I sit here now” The guys hesitated on what to say next, they couldn’t believe just how this pilot was answering them back. “Do you hear yourself right now? They should have just locked you up and thrown away the key, hell you deserve a harsher punishment, I really can’t wait for the day you think you can forgive yourself.” This hit Freyja a bit, punishment, she knew full well about punishment she had to endure after hammerfall, working hard to keep her emotions in check.
“Because it will never come, I have accepted it. One day others may try to convince me that they have forgiven me, but that says more about them than me.” One of the guys rubbed his temples and audibly sighing. “Jesus… You got some nerve lady, okay fine war criminal, how do you plan to go on then? Huh? Enlighten us” Again she refrained herself from standing and striking any of them, the mess all just watching it all unfold.
“It is simple. I will never forgive myself. Accept it. I hurt others, many others, that cannot be undone. I will never find personal retribution, but the N/UN felt my life does not have to end. That which is right, just and true can still prevail. If you do not fight for what you believe in all may be lost for everyone else. But I do not fight for myself, I fight for others, others that may be saved through my effort. That is the least I can do.” She finished before standing up, she had lost her appetite, speaking of a part of her past made the woman shake, she was pissed, that much was evident. “Now if you bloody excuse me, I have lost my Appetite.”
Freyja ended up storming out of the mess hall, she was not upset from what the men did, she deserved it, but it angered her so to the point she felt she was forced to defend herself for the things she had done and in front of others also, maybe she should have expected it, it was only matter of time before something reared its ugly head, just so happened to be on her first assignment. She had made it to where the female dorms were assigned for her squadron, momentarily pacing back and forth around her bed. She rubs her temples for brief moment before rubbing under her eyes, without realizing it in her anger a tear was shed and so hid that evidence pronto. Suddenly there was a loud thud from the room as Freyja punched a nearby locker door denting it.
Once out of the plane she did get some looks from some of the Maltese crew, but she didn’t pay much mind to it and removed her helmet and grabbing her things while her CO spoke to their liaison that had been assign to them for the duration of their stay. When the pleasantries were done with, and the tour of the base was complete, Freyja could finally look forward to actually getting well needed rest. She had placed her duffel bag on a bed in the corner of the room where the ladies of Cobalt would be sharing, and got herself sorted. The plan was simply to go and get something to eat, shower and hit the sack as she was getting very tired.
Leaving to go to the mess hall to get some chow, Freyja got herself some food, she didn’t get much, but a small bite to eat would do her no harm, she sat herself down at a table no one was sat at and kept to herself from the mingling crowd that was already in the mess. Freyja could feel that there were eyes laying upon her, but she chose to ignore it, she had barely got started with her meal when a couple of guys came over to the table she sat at, one spinning a chair round to sit on it backwards while the other simply rest his foot upon another, casually leaning on his leg that was perched up on the seat, staring at the pilot.
“This the one?” the guy that was sat opposite Freyja opened with. “Yeah this is one, got out of that Griffon, the description of the markings on the tail I can easily remember.” Freyja sighed quietly under her breath and stopped eating. “Can I help you gentlemen?” The guys watched her movements for a moment before the one leaning spoke up. “You’re the bitch, that sank the N/UN navy supply ship many years ago, it was carrying equipment and supplies meant for Malta.” The other interjected. “My brother was on that ship, 70% of the people on that ship went down with her, do you remember that war criminal? Or was it just it numbers for you from whatever PMC gave you the biggest payout? The N/UN paying you the highest now is it? How dare you come here.”
Freyja slammed her cutlery down on the table which brought about the silence of the whole mess hall. Clearly people could over hear what was said. She looked up at the men, clearly she was annoyed, she often refused to speak of her past. “Nothing I have done since turning against my previous employers will make up for the atrocities I once committed in their name. Somewhere deep inside, I knew it was wrong, a voice I did not recognize screamed for me to stop. Back then I saw no way out, it was the way things were, they could not be changed. I tried convincing myself the people I was hurting deserved it. I became numb to their pain and suffering, I learned to shut out the voice speaking against it.”
“What the Fu… There is always a choice lady, and you dam well know it!” One of the guys scolded at her. Maybe her answer was no what they fully expected. “Indeed there is” she simply replied. Her short responses only seemed to anger the guys more. “And yet you still choose to ignore it!” Freyja continued to get agitated, but as much as she would want to smack these guys into next week, it would only make things worse for Cobalt Squadron and so refrained herself for falling into that trap. “And yet I sit here now” The guys hesitated on what to say next, they couldn’t believe just how this pilot was answering them back. “Do you hear yourself right now? They should have just locked you up and thrown away the key, hell you deserve a harsher punishment, I really can’t wait for the day you think you can forgive yourself.” This hit Freyja a bit, punishment, she knew full well about punishment she had to endure after hammerfall, working hard to keep her emotions in check.
“Because it will never come, I have accepted it. One day others may try to convince me that they have forgiven me, but that says more about them than me.” One of the guys rubbed his temples and audibly sighing. “Jesus… You got some nerve lady, okay fine war criminal, how do you plan to go on then? Huh? Enlighten us” Again she refrained herself from standing and striking any of them, the mess all just watching it all unfold.
“It is simple. I will never forgive myself. Accept it. I hurt others, many others, that cannot be undone. I will never find personal retribution, but the N/UN felt my life does not have to end. That which is right, just and true can still prevail. If you do not fight for what you believe in all may be lost for everyone else. But I do not fight for myself, I fight for others, others that may be saved through my effort. That is the least I can do.” She finished before standing up, she had lost her appetite, speaking of a part of her past made the woman shake, she was pissed, that much was evident. “Now if you bloody excuse me, I have lost my Appetite.”
Freyja ended up storming out of the mess hall, she was not upset from what the men did, she deserved it, but it angered her so to the point she felt she was forced to defend herself for the things she had done and in front of others also, maybe she should have expected it, it was only matter of time before something reared its ugly head, just so happened to be on her first assignment. She had made it to where the female dorms were assigned for her squadron, momentarily pacing back and forth around her bed. She rubs her temples for brief moment before rubbing under her eyes, without realizing it in her anger a tear was shed and so hid that evidence pronto. Suddenly there was a loud thud from the room as Freyja punched a nearby locker door denting it.