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This was at least something Ayvee had been trained to do. As Scott explained the nature of the mission, Ayvee had pulled out her tablet and started taking notes, analyzing the suspected target locations, and marking down key landmarks and features. It seemed not the best time to bring up her reservations about the current situation of the base. That said, it was immediately an apparent escalation, and it became evident that this job was becoming less and less of a cake walk she'd looked forward to.
Once things were laid out and cleared, she got up and headed over to the lockers to get suited up. There was that old, growing feeling of excitement to it all. Despite all that had happened, in fact, because of it, it was a relief to be able to get up in the air and do what she was good at. SEAD missions were nothing out of the ordinary and even an extra thrill. The game of cat and mouse between her and the ones on the ground was always exhilarating... when they were competent. Thanks to her stealth and training, it was often a... one-sided game of chess.
A deep sigh escaped her as she finished gearing up. Calming the nerves, getting focused, pushing that building excitment and anticipation down. Ayvee stole herself for a moment, before grabbing her flight helmet and making her way out fo the locker. As she exited, she came up on Scott and her fellow stealth pilot. Ayvee wracked her head trying to remember the woman's name, but with all that had happened and how quickly it had, all she remembered was her callsign.
It'd have to be enough.
Walking up to introduce herself, she caught the tail end of the conversation. "If they do turn tail and start running for the hills rather than putting up a fight, well, that makes our life a lot easier. We let them run, and consolidate our hold while planning our next move. Although, given what we've seen, I don't think they're likely to do that - if they were going to retreat, I don't think they'd have dug in like they have, ". Scott said with a shrug. He gestured toward the door leading to the flight line. "I hope that helps clear things up. I'm looking forward to seeing what you and that fancy sled of yours can do up there; I think it's the most advanced jet we've got in the squadron. Probably one of the most advanced in Shattered Steel. Anything else I can help you with? Now's the time to ask" he finished.
Ayvee put on a good-natured smile and playfully elbowed Scott as she came up behind him. "Hey now, my air frame might be a bit older, but don't discount what I put under the hood! Though I guess it doesn't hurt to have two invisible planes," she then looked to Jefe. "I say a good rule of thumb in this line of work is if you ain't being paid to blow something or someone up, then don't! You and I know how expensive upkeep can be for our birds, so best not to waste ammunition when you can help it." Ayvee said evenly. She extended a hand to her squadmate as she explained, "You're Jefe right? I'm Stingray. Had trouble coming in, so I only just got back into the saddle. We'll probably get paired up more in future missions thanks to our birds unique talents, so good to meet you." She finished good-naturedly.
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Once things were laid out and cleared, she got up and headed over to the lockers to get suited up. There was that old, growing feeling of excitement to it all. Despite all that had happened, in fact, because of it, it was a relief to be able to get up in the air and do what she was good at. SEAD missions were nothing out of the ordinary and even an extra thrill. The game of cat and mouse between her and the ones on the ground was always exhilarating... when they were competent. Thanks to her stealth and training, it was often a... one-sided game of chess.
A deep sigh escaped her as she finished gearing up. Calming the nerves, getting focused, pushing that building excitment and anticipation down. Ayvee stole herself for a moment, before grabbing her flight helmet and making her way out fo the locker. As she exited, she came up on Scott and her fellow stealth pilot. Ayvee wracked her head trying to remember the woman's name, but with all that had happened and how quickly it had, all she remembered was her callsign.
It'd have to be enough.
Walking up to introduce herself, she caught the tail end of the conversation. "If they do turn tail and start running for the hills rather than putting up a fight, well, that makes our life a lot easier. We let them run, and consolidate our hold while planning our next move. Although, given what we've seen, I don't think they're likely to do that - if they were going to retreat, I don't think they'd have dug in like they have, ". Scott said with a shrug. He gestured toward the door leading to the flight line. "I hope that helps clear things up. I'm looking forward to seeing what you and that fancy sled of yours can do up there; I think it's the most advanced jet we've got in the squadron. Probably one of the most advanced in Shattered Steel. Anything else I can help you with? Now's the time to ask" he finished.
Ayvee put on a good-natured smile and playfully elbowed Scott as she came up behind him. "Hey now, my air frame might be a bit older, but don't discount what I put under the hood! Though I guess it doesn't hurt to have two invisible planes," she then looked to Jefe. "I say a good rule of thumb in this line of work is if you ain't being paid to blow something or someone up, then don't! You and I know how expensive upkeep can be for our birds, so best not to waste ammunition when you can help it." Ayvee said evenly. She extended a hand to her squadmate as she explained, "You're Jefe right? I'm Stingray. Had trouble coming in, so I only just got back into the saddle. We'll probably get paired up more in future missions thanks to our birds unique talents, so good to meet you." She finished good-naturedly.
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Will be posting response and loadout soon!
There were a great many factors that prevented him from rising to the statement the windigo made. Firstly, it was that he understood all too well that, while the supposed "God of Death" was many things, an orator he was not. Secondly, there was, of course, the accord that kept all the gods present at bay. The many human servants were disgustingly seen as disposable to an extent, but the gods themselves would never dare break this fragile peace that kept them all alive. Finally, his curiosity, more than anything, lit up at that statement. Mana cores warmed as he began to practically decipher the otherwise benign statement.
"What did this walking tragedy of ancient magics mean by that?" Antero wondered internally. He was certain his followers were accounted for, nor did they have any temples near the beast's hunting grounds. Had they launched some sort of expedition? Encountered the beast? Or maybe...
Antero guacked, logic systems screaming to a stop. "No, it couldn't possibly be!" he thought with astonishment.
This creature was trying to communicate! This was an attempt at "small talk"!
The golden glow of Antero's head softened as he regarded the windigo in a new light. What progress this creature had made since they had last met. He had all too many vivid memories of this beast stalking the wounded and dying. A mere creature, a menace, an animal made from not nature, but corrupting and foul magic that even he had yet to fully understand, assuming he even wanted such knowledge. He noticed now that the creature was eating meticulously from the platter, a careful, strangling restraint. There could be potential here to perhaps fully tame this beast once and for all and find an origin to its strange curse. After all, a calm beast was an easier object of study than a hostile one, and far more useful than a dead one.
"What a fascinating development. Perhaps this trip was not a waste after all." Antero thought with a growing sense of interest.
Again, the Chronicler showed little change, aside from the glow of its head, as it finally spoke. "They are adept travelers. Those who wish to gain wisdom and knowledge with such a restrained life span must learn to move with efficiency and speed, or else be left behind by time. Something that you or I take for granted, but humans, at least some of them, do not. It's why they can be so adaptable, industrious. Perhaps you, too, have noticed this trait of theirs?" Antero said with his usual monotone voice.
He then regarded the phoenix as well. "Aeliana, do not think I did not notice that insufferable pun. Of all the developments of the spoken and written word, this is the most tragic consequence I have seen rise from it. One of the lowest forms of comedy I have ever had to document as a Chronicler. But, as with any tragedy, it must be dutifully remembered," he said. It was a jab, but one meant to disarm, rather than antagonize. Already, the crystalline receptors were picking up on the growing unnervingness of his fellow god. That said, he did admire her determination to keep the windigo's attention from the other gods, particularly the one he mentioned.
" For as much progress this is, it is still, after all, a simple beast..." he thought with a sigh.
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"What did this walking tragedy of ancient magics mean by that?" Antero wondered internally. He was certain his followers were accounted for, nor did they have any temples near the beast's hunting grounds. Had they launched some sort of expedition? Encountered the beast? Or maybe...
Antero guacked, logic systems screaming to a stop. "No, it couldn't possibly be!" he thought with astonishment.
This creature was trying to communicate! This was an attempt at "small talk"!
The golden glow of Antero's head softened as he regarded the windigo in a new light. What progress this creature had made since they had last met. He had all too many vivid memories of this beast stalking the wounded and dying. A mere creature, a menace, an animal made from not nature, but corrupting and foul magic that even he had yet to fully understand, assuming he even wanted such knowledge. He noticed now that the creature was eating meticulously from the platter, a careful, strangling restraint. There could be potential here to perhaps fully tame this beast once and for all and find an origin to its strange curse. After all, a calm beast was an easier object of study than a hostile one, and far more useful than a dead one.
"What a fascinating development. Perhaps this trip was not a waste after all." Antero thought with a growing sense of interest.
Again, the Chronicler showed little change, aside from the glow of its head, as it finally spoke. "They are adept travelers. Those who wish to gain wisdom and knowledge with such a restrained life span must learn to move with efficiency and speed, or else be left behind by time. Something that you or I take for granted, but humans, at least some of them, do not. It's why they can be so adaptable, industrious. Perhaps you, too, have noticed this trait of theirs?" Antero said with his usual monotone voice.
He then regarded the phoenix as well. "Aeliana, do not think I did not notice that insufferable pun. Of all the developments of the spoken and written word, this is the most tragic consequence I have seen rise from it. One of the lowest forms of comedy I have ever had to document as a Chronicler. But, as with any tragedy, it must be dutifully remembered," he said. It was a jab, but one meant to disarm, rather than antagonize. Already, the crystalline receptors were picking up on the growing unnervingness of his fellow god. That said, he did admire her determination to keep the windigo's attention from the other gods, particularly the one he mentioned.
" For as much progress this is, it is still, after all, a simple beast..." he thought with a sigh.
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Love me Frankenstein tanks. But was particularly thinking of this one:
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I'm gettin silly with a modernized M4 Sherman. And not just the M50 the Israelis had.
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Fuck yeah, tanks! IM IN!
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It was so much worse than Ayvee had first thought. Saboteurs, of all things, had nearly gotten her by messing with her plane? She felt a shiver go up her spine despite the Mediterranean heat. This was already way more than she'd had to deal with before. Merc pilots were still pilots after all. Getting shot at by small arms was never a strong suit, and it terrified her. Her eyes widened further as the young pilot continued to recount the firefight. The loss of a fellow flightmate and the decision to go in were almost baffling. She was no stranger to lost comrades; nobody was in this line of work, but she always took solace that, generally, it was quick, it was over with. Getting cut down on the ground almost felt wrong to her.
"But damn, we only just got here and we're getting picked off by fucking terrorists?? Gonna need to talk to Scott about my contract, I did not sign up to kick doors god dammit." she thought with rising frustration. Though it quickly cooled when the pilot mentioned his own bloodlust. She felt bad for the guy; it seemed like it was really getting to him.
He paused for breath, then continued, "And now we're mustering for a pre-emptive strike because a Libyan force has been mustering to try and take Malta by surprise; I can speculate about who's supporting them, but I shouldn't as it annoys Fuka and other people and I don't want my barely-legal... rear to be burnt by setting my connections on fire. You get what I mean, right? Oh, and I got grazed during the skirmish; there was a lot of blood, and it was mistaken for a worse injury."
Ayvee nodded to this. Well, at least they weren't sitting idle. She'd have to triple-check her plane from now on, though. It was assumed a bird strike had caused her emergency landing, but now she wasn't sure at all. She couldn't trust any of the base personnel now, that was certain. Hell, she'd probably have to cancel her little tour of the town, lest she gets picked off in some back alley.
The more she thought about it, the more this contract got worse and worse.
Fianlly, the young pilot finished by asking her intentions and inviting her to a sim flight. She gave a smile and shrugged. "Right on the first one and sure, why not? Gotta say though, glad y'all got away with as little harm as you did. Anyway, glad your safe too buddy. Let's go check in with Scott and see if we got time for a little sim combat. Though who knows what kind of sim we'll be working with. Wouldn't be surprised if they plop us in front of some desktop computers and some crappy store brand stick. Lead the way, I still don't know where anything is on this base." she finished with a laugh.
With that, she gestured for Mykhailo to take lead, and as they walked, her hand stayed close to her sidearm.
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"But damn, we only just got here and we're getting picked off by fucking terrorists?? Gonna need to talk to Scott about my contract, I did not sign up to kick doors god dammit." she thought with rising frustration. Though it quickly cooled when the pilot mentioned his own bloodlust. She felt bad for the guy; it seemed like it was really getting to him.
He paused for breath, then continued, "And now we're mustering for a pre-emptive strike because a Libyan force has been mustering to try and take Malta by surprise; I can speculate about who's supporting them, but I shouldn't as it annoys Fuka and other people and I don't want my barely-legal... rear to be burnt by setting my connections on fire. You get what I mean, right? Oh, and I got grazed during the skirmish; there was a lot of blood, and it was mistaken for a worse injury."
Ayvee nodded to this. Well, at least they weren't sitting idle. She'd have to triple-check her plane from now on, though. It was assumed a bird strike had caused her emergency landing, but now she wasn't sure at all. She couldn't trust any of the base personnel now, that was certain. Hell, she'd probably have to cancel her little tour of the town, lest she gets picked off in some back alley.
The more she thought about it, the more this contract got worse and worse.
Fianlly, the young pilot finished by asking her intentions and inviting her to a sim flight. She gave a smile and shrugged. "Right on the first one and sure, why not? Gotta say though, glad y'all got away with as little harm as you did. Anyway, glad your safe too buddy. Let's go check in with Scott and see if we got time for a little sim combat. Though who knows what kind of sim we'll be working with. Wouldn't be surprised if they plop us in front of some desktop computers and some crappy store brand stick. Lead the way, I still don't know where anything is on this base." she finished with a laugh.
With that, she gestured for Mykhailo to take lead, and as they walked, her hand stayed close to her sidearm.
@Letter Bee@Rhona W
Antero was about to recount his latest studies to the phoenix when the unmistakable presence of death entered the room. Ocular crystals whirled and began measuring the creature's mana levels, studying and comparing readings from last year's festival. The mana-conginition algorithms hummed into the background of his main consciousness as he focused more seriously on the god closing the distance. He was under no illusion as to what this thing desired most and could already feel automated combat protocols beginning to form gravity spells.
He silenced them. Willed his core to settle, and took what amounted to a deep breath for his kind.
This creature was restrained. A tragedy of magic and humanity. Something to be studied and cured, not crushed into mulch, unless it indulged in its old impulses again. He focused on those data points, all of this happening in a mere blink of an eye, as the golden head of the mana-entity regarded the wendigo's arrival. Much to his shared surprise with his companion, however, the god chose their table to come to a rest at.
Odd.
It stood for an uncomfortable period, silently staring at them before it could mutter a greeting.
”Hello Getsuy! Have you tried the cucumber sandwiches yet?” said Aeliana as she commandeered a passing tray. So that was the game. A foolish one, as far as Antero could assess. This creature's appetite could never be satiated by mere "finger sandwiches" and would hardly serve as a distraction. The golden pentakisdodecahedron regarded the creature, no emotion discernible on its reflective, golden surface.
A small blessing.
"Ah, the God of Death. What have you come to discuss with the daughter of the sun and the Great Chronicler? Perhaps you've developed a fascination with our history in the past year?" he said. The voice was that of the usual, near-monotone reverb, denoting nothing of the conflicting information that filled his core.
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He silenced them. Willed his core to settle, and took what amounted to a deep breath for his kind.
This creature was restrained. A tragedy of magic and humanity. Something to be studied and cured, not crushed into mulch, unless it indulged in its old impulses again. He focused on those data points, all of this happening in a mere blink of an eye, as the golden head of the mana-entity regarded the wendigo's arrival. Much to his shared surprise with his companion, however, the god chose their table to come to a rest at.
Odd.
It stood for an uncomfortable period, silently staring at them before it could mutter a greeting.
”Hello Getsuy! Have you tried the cucumber sandwiches yet?” said Aeliana as she commandeered a passing tray. So that was the game. A foolish one, as far as Antero could assess. This creature's appetite could never be satiated by mere "finger sandwiches" and would hardly serve as a distraction. The golden pentakisdodecahedron regarded the creature, no emotion discernible on its reflective, golden surface.
A small blessing.
"Ah, the God of Death. What have you come to discuss with the daughter of the sun and the Great Chronicler? Perhaps you've developed a fascination with our history in the past year?" he said. The voice was that of the usual, near-monotone reverb, denoting nothing of the conflicting information that filled his core.
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