[color=6ecff6][b]Ximena Huang[/b][/color]

It was more or less what she expected. Shattered didn't play for keeps, at least not in the way she was used to. Call it barbaric or unsporting, but she didn't consider an enemy neutralized until they were on the ground with their hands up or falling out of the sky in a blackened wreck. She wasn't so berserk that she'd chase someone to the ends of the earth in neglect of the mission itself, but not pursuing when possible? That struck her as odd; imprudent even. 

But she had jumped ship from the outfit she was used to, so she had to learn the new rules. 

[color=6ecff6]"Understood, boss."[/color] she nodded, adjusting her glasses. [color=6ecff6]"I'll prove my worth."[/color]

That's why she was here. 

Someone interrupted them, a pilot Jefe recognized from the files but had yet to meet. 

[color=6ecff6]"A pleasure, Stingray. I thought I spied a fellow seabird. It'll be fun to fly with you."[/color]

She was curious to see how the Seahawk handled in combat. She had never flown the thing, but as far as she knew the Nighthawk was no knife-fighter. Upgrades were all well and good, but until Ximena watched it work she would be skeptical.

The same could be said for Stingray herself. She wasn't the youngest in the squadron (Mykhalio was a story XImena simply did not understand) but she was allegedly another whiz kid, which meant Ximena was-skeptical was too strong a word. It was more that she was waiting to be impressed.

Hell, with her natural prodigy vibe and her rich-kid-politician's-daughter background, Ayvee was a miniature Fuka. At least one of them didn't have a pole up their ass. 

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Soon enough she was taxiing out onto the runway, sunglasses replaced by her helmet visor. She followed along with the others, taking off and falling into formation just above her flightmates.  

[color=6ecff6]"Jefe signing in. Unless you've got other plans for me, Captain, I'm going to ride nice and high in the cloud cover away from the group as we get close to target. They'll pick up on you guys before me, I'll rush in and hit their radar before turning around to help with the actual fight."[/color]


[b][color=00a651]Fuka Nakano[/color][/b]

Fuka wasted no time suiting up, as ready and willing as ever to get airborne. This time she wasn't playing around with SLAM-ERs and stationary targets, oh no. Scott had seen fit to use her properly, sticking the Black Bunny with a bunch of air-to-air missiles and wishing her happy hunting. 

Perfect. Any other role was, while perhaps important in the moment, ultimately a waste. Recon, surgical strikes, the destruction of enemy assets and supply lines, all key components of warfare but Fuka was first and foremost a Ranger. She did Direct Action: raid camps and kill people. They said that when all you had was a hammer everything looked like a nail, and that was true. They didn't mention that a lot of problems could be solved by hammering.

She had swapped the M4 for laser-guided explosives, but at the end of the day she was still a hammer. 

[color=00a651]"Cobalt 3, comms good."[/color] she called out as she followed Jefe in taking off. [color=00a651]"I'm ready and waiting. Sticking close to you for the time being, flight lead."[/color]