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Aurélie toggled the detachment push on her radio. "Good work, Cobalt 2. I confirm seven repeat seven helos and multiple triple alpha. I'm picking up search radar but no targeting. Could just mean they're smarter than we think and they're not switching on until they have a decent shot. With how they just performed I am not betting against it."

Her voice was terse, with much less of her usual singing accent in it. The enemy had taken out two of their squadron in the first set of contacts. This would not be easy, and it would get even harder with the loss of capability.

Aurélie's mind raced through the permutations. Cobalt was down, effectively, two strike and one air superiority fighters. Dealing with the bases was going to be a pain. They would need to make multiple sorties, peel back the defences gradually, against an enemy that was quite capable of taking a toll on them. It would hinge not only on pilot skill, but the ability of Shattered Steel's maintainers and logisticians, to keep up their sortie levels enough to get the job done.

It wasn't a bet Aurélie was entirely comfortable making, but it was the only game in the house. Sometimes you just had to accept the odds and deal with it the best you could. Or, as the Ami liked to say, "suck it up".

"All right, Cobalt 2, I'm calling part 1 done. Let's get over to Lampedusa. You fly top cover this time, and I'll do the close pass."

@Smike
Could I get a GM call on whether the bomb's fuze is electrical in nature? @Pumpkinlord
We could make it an IC mistake though. Ethan says "dirty bomb" and everyone thinks it's radiological - especially Mika. And then it turns out it's biological.

That said, if it's got any kind of electronic fuze or control device, she could still disarm it pretty handily. She'll try to get to the bomb and do so. I'll wait on a definitive GM call on whether that will work before I write up my next post.
A dirty bomb, you say? Looks like a situation where someone who could control EM radiation would come in handy. If only there were someone like that in the vicinity....
Mika sat and sipped her frappuccino while looking for all the world like she was idly scrolling on her phone, as young people all over the world do. And while she was scrolling, it wasn't entirely idle. She had multiple video feeds incoming from all the CCTVs in the area, fed to the device through her powers. And while it wasn't beyond her to view the feeds directly, it was a lot less of a headache to have phone do the processing for her.

And of course, it freed her to think about what was going on. Which wasn't good. For some reason, a relatively simple robbery had turned into a gathering for paranormal individuals - with the attendant risk of collateral damage. Back in Japan, supers were heavily regulated and licensed, and one of the aspects of their training was to minimise danger to civilians. That wasn't the case here in Nova City, and the body count when supers clashed could be frightful.

Mika tugged on a lock of pink hair, a nervous habit that she never could quite break. She needed a plan, but things were moving fast, and it seemed like even more paranormals were on their way. There should be a protocol, a hierarchy - someone taking charge and making sure things stayed in control. But it looked like more of a free for all, and she was worried that jumping in would only make things worse.

But even so, there was a need for crowd control, and someone had to keep the civilians safe. Let the other supers fight it out if they wanted - Violet Lightning was here to help people, not gain glory. Time to change up and do her duty.
Aurélie nudged the throttle on her Rafale just a hair, the roar of its twin Snecma turbofans changing pitch almost as soon as the input came. She hadn't told the rest of the squadron, but the fighter had a name: Milou. And it was as frisky and spirited as its namesake.

Milou edged forward of the other two fighters of the recon section, neither of which were as agile. Reagan's F-117N had its virtues, but nimbleness was not one of them - it depended heavily on its admittedly impressive stealth capabilities for survival and tactical advantage. Peacenik's Hornet, on the other hand... well, it was a good, how do you say, "bomb truck", no? In any case, a leader had to understand the strengths and weaknesses of her followers - so it was time to sort out precise roles.

Aurélie toggled the radio to the section push. "Cobalt Recon, this is Cobalt 3," she said, her voice a thing of smoke and cognac, like the air in a restaurant after the last customer has left and the patron takes a drink and a cigarette with his brigade. "Cobalt 4, you have the best stealth profile, so you are taking point. We will deactivate Link 16 to preserve low observability until positive contact has been made with the enemy. I will follow echelon right and high to provide top cover for you. Cobalt 5... you are in trail, keep your eyes peeled and be ready to deliver ordnance once we've tagged targets for you."

She gave the section half a minute to shake out into the formation she'd described. Unorthodox, but since when did a mercenary squadron have the luxury of playing by the book?

"Exquisite," she said when they were in place, half sincerely. The others had genuinely impressed her with the intelligence and precision with which they'd taken up position. "Now - we are mostly here to be eyes and ears, not as trigger pullers. But if it comes time to open up, we do it quick and decisive, no half measures. Maximum violence in minimum time."

That, too, was one of her principles.

@AvaP @Smike


Do... do we have a Knight Saber in the house?

There's gonna be a hurricane tonight!

Seriously though, Lilah and Mika might make a good pair. One might even say... a dirty pair.

Well, here's my little packet of electrons.


I'm interested if it's advanced, not so much casual.
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