March 12th, 2014
Shattered Steel Headquarters, 'The Forge'
Unnamed island in the Bahamas
@Letter Bee,@Smike,@Thayr,@Rhona W,@AtomicNut,@Kensai, @AvaP
Shattered Steel Headquarters, 'The Forge'
Unnamed island in the Bahamas
It had been a long flight for Freyja, coming from Germany to a location somewhere in the Bahamas to be part of a squadron was something she certainly did not expect. Ultimately it came down to getting accepted by someone or being permanently grounded and probably imprisoned for god knows how long. Truth be told, it was nice to have that feeling of freedom once more and flying in her Gripen, this was her true home and the N/UN done a dam good job cleaning her up and getting the craft fully operational and update to current standards.
The pilot found herself on approach to her new land based home, it was certainly keep well secret as Freyja didn’t know this place even existed, the N/UN were probably doing better than she first realized, still she was in communication with the tower of the forge, she didn’t know how often craft come and go, but if anything ‘Valkyrie’ was curious how people will take to her landing here, no doubt there would be those present that she may of come across over the years or knew of previous things she done against her new employers, she could flew of into the sunset… No, Freyja wanted to see this through.
On her final approach when the control tower chimed in on the radio. “Runway is clear, Cobalt 8, You are cleared for landing.” Like many times before, Freyja was coming in to land, her gear already down. “3000 to runway” As she adjusted her speed and nose to ensure she stayed on course. “1500 to runway” there was a moment of silence as the Gripen came over the runway to land. Second later she could hear and feel the touchdown and the pilot successfully landed and applied the brakes. “Good landing Cobalt 8, welcome to the forge, please taxi of the end of runway” eventually Freyja did reply. “Roger, Tower” soon enough she was following a ‘follow me’ truck towards her designated hanger of her squadron.
Once arrival and pulling over to where she was being signalled to by ground crew, Freyja brought her Gripen to a stop, and shut down the aircrafts engine as the ground crew put block by the wheels so the craft would not move. Soon enough as the canopy opened, Freyja unclipped the mask and took her helmet off and a moment later climbing out of her fighter, her feet finally on the ground, taking a moment to take in her surroundings, looking quite serious, she could see some ground crew giving her some odd looks, maybe they heard rumours? At least those attending her craft remained professional. Freeing and loosening her hair after undoing flight suit a little.
Walking over to the wing of her aircraft, a maintenance crew member had opened a travel pod, which contained a small duffel bag, it literally had everything she owned, which quite honestly was not a lot. Taking it out and stepping away to let the crew sort her craft, placing the duffel bag strap over her shoulder and helmet in hand, Freyja began making her way over to where a crewman pointed for her to go. Hopefully it won’t take too long to find her quarters or something.
The pilot found herself on approach to her new land based home, it was certainly keep well secret as Freyja didn’t know this place even existed, the N/UN were probably doing better than she first realized, still she was in communication with the tower of the forge, she didn’t know how often craft come and go, but if anything ‘Valkyrie’ was curious how people will take to her landing here, no doubt there would be those present that she may of come across over the years or knew of previous things she done against her new employers, she could flew of into the sunset… No, Freyja wanted to see this through.
On her final approach when the control tower chimed in on the radio. “Runway is clear, Cobalt 8, You are cleared for landing.” Like many times before, Freyja was coming in to land, her gear already down. “3000 to runway” As she adjusted her speed and nose to ensure she stayed on course. “1500 to runway” there was a moment of silence as the Gripen came over the runway to land. Second later she could hear and feel the touchdown and the pilot successfully landed and applied the brakes. “Good landing Cobalt 8, welcome to the forge, please taxi of the end of runway” eventually Freyja did reply. “Roger, Tower” soon enough she was following a ‘follow me’ truck towards her designated hanger of her squadron.
Once arrival and pulling over to where she was being signalled to by ground crew, Freyja brought her Gripen to a stop, and shut down the aircrafts engine as the ground crew put block by the wheels so the craft would not move. Soon enough as the canopy opened, Freyja unclipped the mask and took her helmet off and a moment later climbing out of her fighter, her feet finally on the ground, taking a moment to take in her surroundings, looking quite serious, she could see some ground crew giving her some odd looks, maybe they heard rumours? At least those attending her craft remained professional. Freeing and loosening her hair after undoing flight suit a little.
Walking over to the wing of her aircraft, a maintenance crew member had opened a travel pod, which contained a small duffel bag, it literally had everything she owned, which quite honestly was not a lot. Taking it out and stepping away to let the crew sort her craft, placing the duffel bag strap over her shoulder and helmet in hand, Freyja began making her way over to where a crewman pointed for her to go. Hopefully it won’t take too long to find her quarters or something.
@Letter Bee,@Smike,@Thayr,@Rhona W,@AtomicNut,@Kensai, @AvaP