Kat flicked her safeties, making sure her load was hot and ready to serve. "Copy, Heartbreak, Kat's moving to position." She called, tugging her stick to the left into a banking turn to realign herself properly, her eye fluttering from her panel to the sky and sea in front of her. "Alright, babygirl, you ready for this?" The feline pilot asked her plane, clearly not waiting for a response. It was something she found comforting to think about, that her plane was able to hear and respond to her. Many people do this to many different objects, of course, so Kat didn't feel the fool for feeling the same.

Checking once again for the status on her weapons, she took stock of what she had, and what targets she'd use what on. The [url=http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Es1A1XoM5ZE/maxresdefault.jpg]Rockeyes[/url] would most likely be used on the BHTs, since they were the largest things she was going to be running into on the sea. Her [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AGM-65_Maverick]Mavericks[/url] were going to be released on the AAVs, naturally. Those things were literal tanks. Lastly, her SUUs as she likes to call her [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXI8bo0lfDo]SUU-23 gunpods[/url], were going to be saved for the helicopters, if she got the chance. Kat knew gunpods were not known for accuracy, but she didn't want to use her rotary on helis when it might be needed to peel enemy aircraft off friendlies. An empty nose gun meant she was useless to stop aircraft.

All this went through her head in a few seconds, having flown Twilight before in such situations. She only had this specific loadout due to her near worthless dogfighting skills. It wasn't something she was proud of, but at least many other pilots preferred heat seeking or conventional bombs, thus giving her favorite weapons a more unique position to fill...

Kat righted Twilight as she sighted the incoming amphibious forces approaching the island. "Kat's going in for a strafing run!" She reported over the radio a moment before she dipped her Thunderbolt into a dive.

Tapping her airbrakes, she released her Rockeyes once she was lined up with a pair of BHTs. She didn't wait for contact while at the same time giving them a good half second of the SUUs. Tilting upwards slightly to align the Mavs to the assault vehicles, she let loose with those a second before pulling up from her dive and zwooshing the water a few meters from the surface, banking to the right and up at a diagonal from the enemy ground force. It usually helped keep AA off her tail when she was moving diagonally and up from where they were firing, makign her a very hard target to get a bead on.

"Kat's done with her strafe! Preparing to meet up for the second run." She reported, and she noticed suddenly she was breathing a bit heavily. She took her head slightly, blinking her eyes. [i]Adreniline. Nothing to worry about.[/i] She thought to herself as she busied with double checking her instruments and banking high in the air to fall in with Scott.