Ryan was pleased that his new squadron had some relevant questions, and were keen to speak up, for the most part.
He nodded at each question as it came and then answered, after giving a grin and a thumbs-up to Yuri's energetic introduction. "At ease, and thank you for the introduction Captain. Take a seat, and let's answer these questions".
Xi’s hand went up at the call for questions, “Callsigns for the mission?”
"Callsigns for the mission are as follows; our squadron will be Ranger 1-5, AWACS will be Cavalier, ground team are Rogue and CSAR will be Wizard. Home base is Dungeon Master... looks like someone in the planning department has been playing D&D," he added with a tight smirk and a shake of his head. He looked up as a more female voice sounded, zeroing it in to the pair of female USAF pilots he'd clocked when walking in. Both of them were attentive... mostly... and weren't anything more unusual in their behaviour than any other chair force pilots he'd flown with before. They both sure lived up to the reputation that the air force got the best ladies, though.
"What's the ROE, sir? We gonna be out there on our own or will we get backup?" She asked in a thick Midwestern accent which annunciated and drew out the vowels in words.
His mouth quirked slightly at a familiar accent before he replied. "ROE is that we're to engage at will if any hostile forces are encountered. Ground forces are on location to secure the survey team for extraction. CSAR are on standby if any of us go down, and there'll be additional forces on ready alert if anything else goes down, to give us support and to cover the extraction of the survey unit if need be.". He nodded to underline his point, and then looked around, nodding to the late arrival of another female pilot and raising an eyebrow slighly and giving a slight smile; he couldn't exactly condemn her, having been late himself.
Nothing else was forthcoming, so he leaned back up from the lectern, coming around from behind it and leaning on one side.
"If there's nothin' else, then yer all dismissed. See you on the flight line in 90 minutes. Life support shop should have your gear ready. We're wheels-up at 0730. Good to meet you all, folks. You can ping me over the base comms if you need anything, or grab me right now. Race you to the flight line; dismissed".
He waved them off and out of the door, nodding as they headed off, while grabbing his tablet and heading for the door himself. He was eager to get into his gear and fly, what with there being a mission. He dallied a little, small-talking with Diane in case any of them needed anything else, before he headed to the ready room. He grabbed some snacks and drinks before he headed to the locker room to stash his gear and pull on his G-Suit. There was, as always, more paperwork to fill out, and between himself and Diane, they spent a good 45 minutes out of the 90 filing paperwork for the mission and the squadron, before heading to the locker room.
As usual, it took a long while to pull on his G-suit and survival vest after getting them from the survival shop. He signed out his sidearm and survival gear, and his helmet and then headed for the flightline.
The morning sun had started to warm the sky over Avalon, and heat haze danced off of the tarmac, lending a ghostly air to the base. Transports lumbered into the air and vehicles chugged back and forth. A flight of fighters thundered into the air as the pair of Naval aviators reached the steed. The A-6F gleamed in the early morning light, red warning flags flicking in the lackluster breeze as the pair began their walkaround of the aircraft.
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