March 13th, 2014
Malta Defence Forces HQ
Luqa International Airport
Malta, The Mediterranean
Malta Defence Forces HQ
Luqa International Airport
Malta, The Mediterranean
It had been an interesting morning for Freyja, she had ended up getting a good night’s rest once her head hit the pillow after the flight hours she did, but the events from last night did linger on her mind. She ended up apologising to the ladies of cobalt for her outburst. She had briefly spoken to Fuka, she didn’t go massively into detail of what the men confronted her over, although by now half the base probably knew knowing her luck. She thanked the woman for checking up on her though and for calming the Valkyrie down, despite abruptly waking her fellow pilot up.
Then there was Aurélie, Freyja remembered her coming to the rescue and taking their little Casanova away from the situation with a distraction in the simulator. She knew the young pilot meant well, maybe the way he went about it, not so much. Going to the woman’s dorm and spatting out her business a little in front of the others was probably a sure fire way to probably getting told of, but in reality, she probably owed Aurélie one for taking one for the team so to speak.
And speaking of the little Casanova of Cobalt. Freyja had not really been able to speak to him, but she did eventually realize he sent her a personal message on the data pad. She still couldn’t get a full read yet on Mykh, he is eager to prove himself and has a chip on his shoulder over Russia. But he also seems to have his heart in the right place, despite hitting on herself and Fuka and getting all emotional over the radio of considering Valk a friend even though he only met her the previous day. She read his message. Just prior to the briefing Freyja did shoot the young pilot a private message. “Morning, I just wanted to say thank you for trying to help out, you shouldn’t have followed me to the female barracks and announced my business in front of the others though. But look, your heart is in the right place, I’m just not used to others going out of their way to being kind to me.”
During the briefing, Freyja was taking notes out of habit as Scott gave the team the rundown of the current situation and the mission that they will partake in. It appeared she would get to have some ‘fun’ as some would put it, being part of the guard dog flight and she would be commanding flight two and that her wingman was to be none other than the new late arrival to be briefing, with all the events of the last 24 hours, she missed that there was an update on the pad about replacements for the squadron and that this new individual identifying himself as Lt. Illya Sokolov. So this was to be her wingman, Cobalt 8, she gave him a nod, making a note to read his file or even speak to him at some point after the briefing to learn about the guy that will be watching her back and vice versa.
And then Mykhailo ended up mentioning Russia again, Freyja couldn’t help but roll her eyes for a second. The kid was passionate for sure, but she knew of her time operating there post heaven fall that the once dangerous giant bear was nothing like its former self. Just thinking of that place sent a shudder down her spine. In the mean time she made notes of what load out she wanted her Gripen to have. A mixture of IRIS-T and RBS-15F anti-ship missiles along with ECM should be a flexible load out for the mission parameters set. She noticed how awkwardly Sokolov was put on the spot and so focused back on the briefing, looking at her CO Scott. “Sir, if I may, what is the convoy actually transporting?” she wanted to know, last thing she wanted was a friendly ship going up in a big mushroom cloud because it was holding munitions, these days you never know.
Then there was Aurélie, Freyja remembered her coming to the rescue and taking their little Casanova away from the situation with a distraction in the simulator. She knew the young pilot meant well, maybe the way he went about it, not so much. Going to the woman’s dorm and spatting out her business a little in front of the others was probably a sure fire way to probably getting told of, but in reality, she probably owed Aurélie one for taking one for the team so to speak.
And speaking of the little Casanova of Cobalt. Freyja had not really been able to speak to him, but she did eventually realize he sent her a personal message on the data pad. She still couldn’t get a full read yet on Mykh, he is eager to prove himself and has a chip on his shoulder over Russia. But he also seems to have his heart in the right place, despite hitting on herself and Fuka and getting all emotional over the radio of considering Valk a friend even though he only met her the previous day. She read his message. Just prior to the briefing Freyja did shoot the young pilot a private message. “Morning, I just wanted to say thank you for trying to help out, you shouldn’t have followed me to the female barracks and announced my business in front of the others though. But look, your heart is in the right place, I’m just not used to others going out of their way to being kind to me.”
During the briefing, Freyja was taking notes out of habit as Scott gave the team the rundown of the current situation and the mission that they will partake in. It appeared she would get to have some ‘fun’ as some would put it, being part of the guard dog flight and she would be commanding flight two and that her wingman was to be none other than the new late arrival to be briefing, with all the events of the last 24 hours, she missed that there was an update on the pad about replacements for the squadron and that this new individual identifying himself as Lt. Illya Sokolov. So this was to be her wingman, Cobalt 8, she gave him a nod, making a note to read his file or even speak to him at some point after the briefing to learn about the guy that will be watching her back and vice versa.
And then Mykhailo ended up mentioning Russia again, Freyja couldn’t help but roll her eyes for a second. The kid was passionate for sure, but she knew of her time operating there post heaven fall that the once dangerous giant bear was nothing like its former self. Just thinking of that place sent a shudder down her spine. In the mean time she made notes of what load out she wanted her Gripen to have. A mixture of IRIS-T and RBS-15F anti-ship missiles along with ECM should be a flexible load out for the mission parameters set. She noticed how awkwardly Sokolov was put on the spot and so focused back on the briefing, looking at her CO Scott. “Sir, if I may, what is the convoy actually transporting?” she wanted to know, last thing she wanted was a friendly ship going up in a big mushroom cloud because it was holding munitions, these days you never know.