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

Fuka listened impassively as the team leader described the next phase of operations, neither shrinking from her duty nor gleefully awaiting it like Heartbreak seemed to be. She was pleasantly suprised to see the N/UN get off its collective ass even if she wasn't particularly enthusiastic about the operation. But that was war, right? They hadn't hired her for political insight and strategic thinking nor for her deep, bleeding-heart need to avenge the people of Malta. All of that was the domain of her sisters and their rah-rah, increase the budget and re-elect us lifestyle. Fuka flew planes to the places she was told to and dropped bombs on the people she was pointed towards, she was good at doing so, and she liked the work.

Still, her close calls were weighing on her. Two hairy chases in two sorties, and she was paired with a team that she still didn't completely know or trust-not out of any personal dislike, just a lack of time. In the Navy, she had been given time to adjust to her cohort, fly a few combat drills before going out to hit the narco-socialists in Venezuela and the Chinese puppets buzzing around Japan. 

Here it was go-go-go, all the time. No better way to learn than a trial by fire...assuming you survived. 

She cast a glance towards her assigned flight members, most of them younger and less experienced than she was. Calico had time in service and experience in mercenary outfits, which meant a lot of shooting engagements-she would be Peacenik's number two. Sparrow, similarly, was career Luftwaffe. The only issue was that her career wasn't overly long, and she wasn't overly seasoned. Still, at 26 Fuka had to acknowledge as an adult. Wunderkind, age [i]twenty-one,[/i] was still a child to her. 

She would admit that she got started as a pilot relatively late in life, so her view was skewed. That said, even if she had started at the very earliest date she would still be older before she had wings even a single year. Four years of university, thirteen weeks of OCS followed by something like eighteen months of flight school [i]and then[/i] another four or five of fighter training. And Fuka's experience was actually somewhat truncated by the military's downsizing and refiguring post-Heavenfall! 

Mykhalio had skill, certainly, or at least talent. But standing there, listening to him brag about a fight that hadn't happened yet before suddenly trying to play it subdued, she wasn't filled with confidence. She had yet to be impressed by his decision-making or his maturity. 

[i][color=00a651]Baby-sitting flight. Okay.[/color][/i]

It wasn't all bad. At least Scott had given her Calico instead of sticking her with fucking Jefe.

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

[i]Ground target duty?[/i] [i][b]Again?! [/b][/i]

Ximena didn't raise a complaint but did frown when she heard the bad news, rather bummed by the fact that she and La Catrina were again being wasted. Stealth wasn't going to be a factor in the ground raid, not when flying shotgun for a Harrier alongside [i]un maldito facóquero feo.[/i] 

Well, to be fair, there was no way said warthog driving its nose into the dirt as it chewed up passersby with its thirty milimeter cannon would go unbothered. Like flies, they would come and swarm its thick hide and with enough of them they would chew through. It would be a shame for someone as pretty as Kitten to go from 'battle-scarred' to "smeared across the tarmac', so it fell to Ximena to make sure such a thing didn't happen.
   
Hopefully it would give them something to talk about alone, without distraction thank you very much Valkyrie.

[color=6ecff6]"It's like the kid says."[/color] she piped up.  [color=6ecff6]"We're going to be dropping bits of fuselages and uncooked ammo over Tripoli, and then the Navy's rocking up to stick its foot up the collective ass of Libya. Do you know if we're doing a full-scale war?"[/color] 

Not that she minded, of course. She just wanted to know what she was getting into.

[color=6ecff6]"Besides that, not much else. Seems like more of the same, right?"[/color]