[center][color=lightcoral][h1]Yuna Xu[/h1]
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Yuna listened intently to Heartbreak as he conducted the briefing. She would be in Chevy's flight, and was excited for the opportunity to see if Chevy could back up her French haughtiness with a strong performance as a flight lead. The mission seemed straightforward enough, and Yuna's eyes brightened at the mention of her section's primary targets being aircraft. Her wait was almost over!

With no questions after the briefing and a 30 minute call, Yuna got straight to business and headed towards the barracks. Once geared up, she headed straight for her ride, walking past a good portion of the other planes in the squadron as she did so. She knew the squadron had an eclectic mix of aircraft from reading everyone's files, but seeing them all in person was a different experience. She took particular note of Jefe's blue camo F22N, and whistled as she walked past it. It might have made her Sukhoi seem like ancient technology, if she didn't know all the upgrades it had...and how capable she was at its controls.

Shortly, Yuna arrived at her Su-33. Yuna was biased, but she felt her plane was still the best looking, thanks in no small part to the gorgeous red, white, and black camouflage. After a quick chat with the maintenance tech, Yuna climbed into the cockpit and got strapped in. After giving a thumbs up to the maintenance crew, she fired up the Su-33's engines. [color=lightcoral]"Selamat, Naga Merah,"[/color] she greeted the plane in Malay. [color=lightcoral]"Hope you didn't miss me too much."[/color] Moments later, she was taxiing in sequence with the rest of the squadron. In front of her was Stingray's striking F117N, which made Yuna smile. Cobalt Haze was certainly not lacking in badass planes.

Once Cobalt 4 cleared the runway, it was Yuna's turn to depart, and she was given clearance to line up and take off. She lined up on the runway and set full takeoff thrust, smiling as she was pinned back in her seat. One length of runway later and she was finally, joyously, back in the air. [color=lightcoral]"Cobalt 8, forming up,"[/color] she called on the radio. [color=lightcoral]"I'll go 8 out of 10 on that sunset."[/color]