[h2][color=92278f]Kseniya Kochenkov[/color][/h2]
[i]Water, water, everywhere. But not a drop to drink.[/i]

A jolt tore Kseniya from her trance like state as the explosion of the nearby Cardoba sent a powerful blast in all directions. She quickly linked into her TSF, the dark cockpit suddenly transitioning to the well lit interior of the 231st's own transport. Above her the bay doors began to give way, sliding conveniently out of the way as  some of the other TSFs began their launches at the behest of the Colonel. She flipped a key at her side, the weapons loadout showing green across the board, two completey loaded 120mm magazines and four full 36mm magazines were stored internally inside her Terminator while both of her A-97 Assault Cannons showed they were loaded and ready to go. She grinned to herself as she ran a test diagnostic of her chain motor mounts and they came back green as well.

With another flip of a switch and a short pause her Terminators engines roared to life, only barely audible through the frame of the TSF itself but more than easily felt through the machine. She watched the display inlaid over her own line of sight as both power plants quickly moved up to operating levels. With that she keyed into the maintenance frequency for her own TSF bay, [color=92278f]"Wolf 12, ready to launch."[/color] she stated quickly, a mechanic quickly confirming that he had heard it from his end. The TSF shook for a moment as the elevator raised it up to the main deck of the transport. 

Kseniya would have taken in the view for a moment, as there was something oddly enthralling about the burning and mangled wreck of the Cardoba as it sank off to her right, but a laser tearing through the fog farther off in the distance told her she had no time for such trivial pursuits. Keying into the main frequency of the 231st she would open her line to them, [color=92278f]"Wolf 12, launching."[/color] she stated flatly as the Terminator roared off the deck and quickly hugged the water line. She had only a few minutes of flight time to arrive at the shores of Spain, but even that few minutes could prove deadly. Skimming over the water Kseniya had to keep her mind focused on something other than the fact she was currently surrounded by water, choosing to focus on her breathing as she flew along she would notice many smaller craft being launched by other transports in the massive invasion fleet. LCACs slid out the back of landing ships, tanks spotting their decks, while other smaller craft and amphibious armored personnel carriers splashed into the water from the well-decks of their own troop carriers, each one likely loaded to the brim with infantry ready to face the BETA, but whether they were ready to die was another question.

Noticing that the beach was fast approaching, Kseniya turned her jump units to the front and ratcheted the power to 100%, the quick bleed of forward momentum pulling Kseniya forward where she sat and throwing dust and sand up on the beach. She would land, taking only a few steps before coming to a complete stop. Relief overwhelmed her as she left the ocean behind her and a new sense of purpose would find its way into her mind as her heads up display began to register thousands of red blips on the radar, each of them a BETA. Her line to the squadron still open she would broadcast to them all, [color=92278f]"Wolves! Hold the beach head, we need to be alive when the troops land or there's no chance of this operation being a success!"[/color] she would say while at the same time squeezing off a burst of 36mm rounds into a group of Tank Class that had decided to try and venture over the top of the hill at the end of the beach, [color=92278f]"Move up to the hills edge, keep the BETA advance back long enough for reinforcements to begin landing."[/color] she ordered, unsure of where exactly the Squadron leader was Kseniya began to take command.

Moving up the edge of the hill Kseniya's Terminator would begin to register more TSFs from other units as they began landing on the beach and moving up as well, and not far behind were the tanks and infantry that would make up the majority of the force being deployed today. 

[h2][color=f7941d]Tanizaki Kosuke[/color][/h2]
[b]"General Quarters, General Quarters, all hands man your battle stations. TSF Pilots make ready for immediate launch."[/b]

First Lieutenant Tanizaki Kosuke found himself sprinting from the ready room to his Type-94, His suit still not completely fitted as he made his way up the steep stairs that led to the platform which allowed him to enter his TSFs cockpit. The technician at the top of the stairs rendered a quick salute as he glanced by and jumped into his cockpit. Kosuke took a seat while with his left hand reaching behind his neck to press the button that would cause the suit to become form fitting and with his opposite hand raised and quickly dropped a salute to the technician he had just passed.

The simple formality over he sat back into his seat and welcomed the familiar feeling of the TSFs bolts locking him in place. He threw a few switches and grabbed hold of the controls as the cockpit began sliding back into place. As his link with the TSF was established Kosuke was barely able to hear the explosion outside of the passing TSF, but he knew from experience that whatever it was spelled trouble. He threw another set of switches and keyed in a command, his Shiranui coming to life at his fingertips as he did. His vision blurred for a moment as he transitioned between his own sight and that of the Shiranui's sensors. He grinned to himself as he quickly went over his 	pre-flight checklist, everything appearing green as he did.

Keyed into the general frequency of the 231st he listened intently as the Colonel began to tell them of the situation, only to be cut off by the explosion of the Cardoba to their starboard side. With that it was every man for himself, the 231st began their launches out of sequence and Kosuke watched as they scattered for the shore line they couldn't see but knew was there through the fog, each and every one of them practically alone for their flight to land. "Wolf 3, Launching!" he called over the comms before his Shiranui took to the sky. As he flew along the water he couldn't help but take in the sight, even with the dense fog it was clear that there were other burning transports through it by the tell tale orange glow emanating from somewhere within, and every so often he would spot another transport of TSFs being launched along with a few lone elements as they made for the shore with only a single TSF at their wing.

He passed along the side of a transport ship as its front seemed to spit out smaller infantry transport vehicles also headed for the shore. He waved to them from within his cockpit before his radiation alarm began to blare loud and his vision went slightly red as his TSF tried to alert him to the impending danger, instinctively he brought his Shiranui as close to the water as he could without hitting it, only a meter of space separating it from the deep blue abyss, but it didn't matter as he wasn't the target of the incoming laser fire. Two bolts would appear from the mist ahead of Kosuke and some thirty meters to his right, landing direct hits on the transport he had just passed, one passing through the open front gates of the ship and another grazing the bridge at its rear. Kosuke watched for a moment in horror of the spectacle as burning amphibious vehicles rolled off the ramp to be swallowed whole by the waves below and sailors that had survived the hit scrambled about in what appeared to be utter chaos.

He turned off his rear-view camera at the sight and pressed on for land. Just a few minutes later, and after hearing the Majors orders to hold the beach, he too would land on the beaches of Spain, not far from where the second Storm Vanguard of the Grey Wolves had landed. [color=f7941d]"Wolf 5, this is Wolf 3 I'm moving to assist you."[/color] he stated over the comms just as he landed to the side of the Su-27SM of Lieutenant Drazkowski. He squeezed off a burst of his assault cannon at a group of Tank Class that seemed to be trying to make their way around the main force of currently landed TSFs to move to another part of the shoreline, pulverizing them into an assortment of chunks of red strewn across the hill.

[color=f7941d]"We hold until the rest land or we get new orders from Wolf 1, everyone watch your ammo, no telling when we'll be getting resupplied with the state the fleet is in right now."[/color] he hoped that his words were motivating but the Japanese man was pretty sure they were anything but.