"Likewise, it will be fun to see that swept-wing beast in action. My plane isn't as cumbersome as its ancestor, but I think I'll still the fancy acrobatics to." Ayvee said, grinning.

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Stingray taxied out behind onto the runway alongside the rest of the squadron, the navy blue of the aircraft starkly contrasted by the almost cartoonish shark mouth on the underside of the fuselage. Painted on the V-shaped tail, the opimitmus "Stingray" was displayed in all its pancake-like glory. Ayvee sat in the cockpit, face now obscured by her flight helmet and visor, as she went over her final run-up checks. The cockpit was filled with a far more modern interface, featuring larger LED displays, a touchscreen, and a slot to hold her digital touchpad for ease of flight plan use. She jerked the controls back and and forth, left and right, pressing the peddles and testing the brakes for a third time. Weapons successfully read "STANBY" on the display as she cycled the arming switch, engine and system indicators reading green across the board.

All was ready. 

"Cobalt 4 following Cobalt 3 in departure," she announced smoothly as the throttle opened and the plane began to roll. The blue flame of the afterburner roared with delight as the Seahawk began to rapidly pick up speed. Before long, she was up into the air and into the clouds.

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"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."

Ayvee nodded, agreeing with the idea. She chimed in right after. 

"Stingray here, cap, proceeding with SEAD operations as well against designated targets. Jefe, I'll have the ECM up, should be able to handle their main radar, no problem, not that you need it. Hawks should be easy pickings after. Should have enough ordnance left over to support ground ops. Breaking off to commence op!"

With that, Ayvee pulled the aircraft up and pushed the throttle forward to quickly gain altitude and take position. 

"Alright, Reagan, time to clock in."

[@Smike][@Rhona W]