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

The flight back home was more or less uneventful, thankfully, it allowed the squadron to take stock and maybe, just maybe finally rest and socialise, the flight hours for them all must of no doubt been a pain and toll on their bodies somewhat, no matter how fit they were, blasting around in the skies fighting the enemy over and over surely would do something right? This didn’t really play on her mind as she enjoyed the peace and calm.

Upon arrived back to Malta though, she to saw the plume of smoke as she flew in formation with her team mates and safely landed. With the crew setting up the steps as she shut down her engines. With her canopy opening, she calmly removed her helmet, shaking her hair free, giving her helmet to a crew member as she unstrapped and stood up in her cockpit, she was could hear the cheers and applause, she took a moment to look over either side of her craft, where several scorch marks could be seen from when she flew through the explosion of the last pilot she downed. Hopefully it’s just superficial and no other damage was present. 

Climbing down from her Gripen, Freyja smiled and acknowledge many of the crew present that was showing their support for the whole squadron, a few parts on shoulders and backs as she walked through the crowd, taking a moment to shake hands with some that offered it, she took moment to speak with a few until Scott had called the team over. She listened to what he had to say, there was a bit of relief on her features as she took a deep breath for a second. God it be so amazing to have a shower right now and slip into something more comfortable. But she was not going to turn down a good old fashioned beverage and took a beer from the cooler, popping it open she took a second to partially raise it in the direction of Scott with a nod, before taking a nice long sip. 

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[color=f7941d][b]Amelia Schön[/b][/color]

Amelia was one of the tail enders of the squadron to land at Malta, doing the whole follow the leader conga line until it was her spot to par up, being waved in by one of the crew members, switching her Typhoons engines of as she rolled to a stop, the crew secure the craft, put the steps up to it and opened up the canopy to the sounds of cheers and applause, under her helmet, Amelia grin lit up like a Christmas tree, she was super happy with how things went for the team.

Freeing herself of the helmet and freely waving her hair, she leaned forward as she stood up looking over the applauding crowd, she raised a fist in the air shouting [color=f7941d]“Hell yeah, come on!!”[/color] to several cheers in return. The German probably being a little over excited from the reaction herself and the team was getting for their efforts, regardless of how she may have been yeeted over here into this group, maybe it won’t be so bad after all. Climbing down she went and mingled with the crowd, fist bumping several of them. 

Eventually she went over to the group when summoned, forty-eight hours sounded like absolute heaven to her, maybe she’ll travel the sights, maybe find the beach and try not to get into any mischief. She undid her pilot suit, tying the arms around her waist, [color=f7941d]“I’ll drink to that”[/color] she chimed in to what Yuna said about the squadron, she went over while others were getting their drinks and hugged Wolf for a moment. [color=f7941d]“Brought our girl back in once piece.”[/color] She motioned over at the Typhoon. After she bee lined for the cooler, and grabbed two bottles of Cider, what? She wasn’t going to turn down free drinks, she popped one open a raised one of the bottle. 

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