[color=00aeef][b]Freyja Svensdotter[/b][/color]

Freyja had joined the group not long after landing, the crew was already working away to get the fighter ready for another sortie. “Already’ she thought to herself as she made her way over to the group [color=00aeef]“You good?”[/color] She asked Ximena noticing the fuss she was getting. 

Soon enough she was with the squadron as boss man was telling them the next part of the plan, it seems the N/UN finally woke its ass up to what’s going on around it. Being more proactive was good, not everyone was going to like it though. Standing at an at ease state holding her helmet she listening to what was being said. Malta and now Tripoli. 

They were the tip of the spear but this time, the target was bigger and the location meant much more enemy resistance. Another ground and pound but this time more likely to be more aircraft as confirmed by Scott, some of their best aircraft. [color=00aeef]“As for civilians at the airports, this is a possibility, considering the heightened alert I can imagine much of the civilian air traffic would be either diverted or grounded, however I would not be surprised if one decided to Leeroy Jenkins it.”[/color]

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[color=f7941d]Amelia Schön[/color]

As for Amelia she was one of the last of the bunch to arrive to the group session. Resting her helmet under her arm and she joined the others, well after sorting her hair out like she was in wella advert. She did get to hear the speech that Scott came out with and couldn’t help but snort a bit when he mentioned certain parts shall we say about their lordships. Either way, she held a sigh in, they only just landed and already rearming to go straight back out. 

That should not come as a surprise for her, the way thing run here are different to how things were run back at home, and she would have to do her part, after all it’s probably the best way to get to know her fellow pilots’ in the forge of fire so to speak, she really only had time to speak with Fuka before this operation. It seemed to be a rinse and repeat mission, but this time in a larger scale with more variables. 

She couldn’t argue with Ayvee wanting to have time for a drink, she too could certainly down something hard right about now, if there is a bar at base or nearby, when the chance would arise she will go hit it, if not sneak out for a drink or two. But alas, duty calls. Amelia couldn’t help but glance over at the wrecked buildings before looking back at Ayvee. [color=f7941d]“Did the beds really need renovating? As long as you missed the bar”[/color] She joked. [color=f7941d]“Well, First Malta, now Tripoli, you seem to take us to all the best places Colonel”[/color] She grinned at their CO. 

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