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Amelia Schön

Amelia had managed to get some well needed shut eye, sadly for not as much as she wanted however as she was not the early bird type despite her profession. Still it was better than nothing considering the events of the night before. She felt restless so the plan was either go sneak of somewhere for some me time and deal the excess energy or go ham in the gym.

The gym was where she decided to go, the plan was to go work up a sweat and appetite, then go clean herself up and grab a bite. She headed to the gym in a sports bra and shorts, before she would do anything she needed to do some warm ups beforehand to prep her muscles. She preferred to do cardio and light weight lift exercises, it was usually her go to. Upon entering she noticed one of her squad mate powering away with some weights and decided not to disturb her the time, preparing a treadmill for use to do some cardio.

Catching her slightly off guard, her squad mate had come over to introduce herself, it was always good to meet new people right? Especially ones you’re more likely going to work with for quite some time. She was distracted though, her squad mate was like tall, really tall. ‘She is one tall ass bi…. stop staring, stop staring’ her inner thoughts rang out in her mind. “That’s right! Thank you, your shooting was like top notch, your err... Peacenik right? Nice to meet you” she said offer out her hand for a shake.

Looking down at her arm though, Amelia’s tendency to speak before thinking won over immediately. “Oh my god, you like have like a metal arm dude, that is so awesome!” in her excitement she ended up touching it, it didn’t feel how she expected it to. “This totally makes you a bad ass in my book” she said smiling with a bit of excitement. Her inner thoughts then kicked on once more. Her mind raced of how stupid she probably just sounded and probably just offended the woman also, considering she had no idea how she ended up with said prosthetic, her mind immediately imagined herself getting totally choke slammed through the treadmill, so she retracted her hands, it was like her mind raced through all the emotions once. “My bad”

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Freyja Svensdotter

Freyja unfortunately didn’t get much sleep; yesterday was just… where could she even start to process? The squad has lost several planes, lost a pilot, others got injured, found saboteurs and had another one of their own hospitalized after a fire fight. To say the least, it was a very tough time for the team mentally and physically. Still she barely knew anything of her squad mates other than what could be shown on their files and as such she decided to simply compartmentalise the events and lock it away. probably a bit harsh but she couldn’t afford to get distracted should they suddenly need be needed for a mission, on a good note, at least Kat should be back with them today after getting cleared. It was nice to have a little chat with her and Fuka.

Freyja had spent the morning going for a jog around the base, enjoying the time alone to clear her thoughts, after a while, she would go back to the female barracks and clean up before getting dressed into her working uniform, her dark blue shirt having the patches of shattered steel and her squadron on it, along with her rank etc. it felt appropriate to at least look professional she thought to herself, she also tied up her hair into a ponytail, slapped a pair of aviators hanging from one of her pockets for the when outside.

She made her way to the base’s mess hall, it looked much better than it did after last night chaos, she decided to get her a pretty decent if yet simple healthy breakfast, having herself an avocado toast with boiled eggs, she also had to get a coffee for that little bit of a boost, she found herself a place and sat down, not even getting disturbed by the guys that gave her crap the other day. She was enjoying the moment before no doubt Scott will be calling them in at some point the day.

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I have yet to read the OOC, but I am interested in the concept, especially the idea of aliens instead of humans, it gives me ideas, is it like custom races ( as long as they not over the top i assume.) or something more akin to what is already establish in the ranger verse?
Freyja Svensdotter
Matter Dei Hospital, Msida


Freyja settled further into the room when Kat greeted her, it appeared she joined mid conversation over missing body parts, she had noticed such things in the brief time she had around them, but she would not be one to ask on such personal matters. She couldn’t help but smirk about joining the club though. “I have hidden a few things yes, but missing body parts no, guess your club is still exclusive to the two of you." She did snort at Kat’s terrible pun though. “Do you take cheques?”

Looking over at Fuka, she nodded again. “Thank you, there is still plenty more to do though” She paused moment, after things still went to shit. “My only hope is they make full use of those supplies, we all good do with a bit good news.”

Freyja just looked surprised at Fuka for a moment to process what she just said. But a smile crept onto her features. “Dam Major, feels like you really want me in your exclusive club. I’ll tell you what, I’ll take it under advisement.” She joked.

-*-*-*-


The firefight continued, as quick Freyja pointed out new targets to Fuka and the fellow pilot put them down with efficiency, the respite was short as more enemies joined the fray. ‘Just how many are there’ she thought to herself, did someone like pay off most the base or something? Soon team was forced to take cover. “Got it” The swede would shout as she was ordered to provide covering fire, and that she will, when the figures reappeared she fired away at them to keep them from target her allies.

Chevy in a moment of brilliance turned the fight into their favour, sure the enemy had the high ground but they were now blinded by the light. And gave them the advantage they needed, Valk move to another cover to get a better aim only to see Fuka down one guy instantly, the last guy she shot at seemed to go down in a hail of bullets, she took a moment to ensure the area was clear before realising Myk was down, unstrapping her weapon from herself Valk ran over to give what assistance she could.

-*-*-*-


As ordered and probably needed, Freyja was sat on an edge of a table in silence, it had been a long and tiring day, and with the adrenaline wearing off, she was able to find time to take stock properly of the day’s events, there was a lot to process and she listened to what was being said while she was drinking from a bottle of water that was given to her by a member of the base’s staff. Her weapon resting beside her on the said table. She kept calm even if looking fatigued, but inside she was fuming, she lost a pilot under her command. Multiple planes sabotaged, her CO, Kat and Myk hospitalised, despite the former already being released and all these insiders. The enemy was organised and dangerous. She kept on listening in silence, waiting for the opportunity to shower and hopefully sleep.

Amelia Schön

The fighting inside was sure intense, Amelia had managed to get over to the guy she shot in the leg and kick the gun away from him before he could grab and then knocked him out with the butt of her gun. Satisfied she continued on in a sweep and clear style, using whatever cover she could while going through corridors and rooms a like. Her fun demeanour was gone for now, especially in much closer quarters where one mistake could snuff her life out in a moment’s notice.

During her travels the German picked up a pistol, mainly because the daft cow forgets to bring her own side arm and tucked it in her clothing. Resistance was slowly fading away, maybe a few hold up stragglers, she was taking a moment to reload her MP7A1 when she was suddenly rushed by an enemy before she could finish the reload and having her clip scoot across the floor, luckily she reacted in time to side step the assailant and quickly pull out the pistol she acquired and placed two to the chest of the individual.

Before she could fully get her bearings another guy came at her, she tried raising the pistol to shoot but was not quick enough, using the element of surprise from his ally distracting her. Soon enough there was a struggle for the gun, she thought hard but the guy was over powered, even slammed her into a wall before they both fell to the floor, managing to get a top of her, the man tried to strangle her while she scrambled for the pistol. Moments later in a struggle a shot ran out from the pistol, blood splattered on the side of her face and neck, his body going limp on her, there was a moment of shock before she realised she had not been shoot herself. A sigh of relief before looking at her precarious position. “Well, this is embarrassing” with a bit of effort, she managed to push the body of herself and get back up. Collecting herself and finishing of the reload of her weapon. “CLEAR” she shouted. She hoped to god no one saw that.

-*-*-*-


Once back at the mess hall, Amelia was being tended to by one of the local medics while listening to the debrief. She had a bottle of water also, but would’ve prefer something far stronger right now. She did get a bit frustrated with the medic fussing over her, it probably didn’t help she was partially covered in blood. “I’m fine, it’s not my blood” She said quietly as to not interrupt the debrief. She looked like a character out of a resident evil game with the blood stain and the way she was dressed.

After a little bit of clean up they moved on, satisfied that no blood had got into her mouth. Normally she would have something quirky to say to brighten the mood, but this time she didn’t especially after the team having a man down from the fight. There was a time and place for that, once the meeting concluded she would secure her weapons and clean herself up before getting some shut eye.

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Freyja Svensdotter

Not long after Freyja had landed and stowed away her gear to let the ground crew work on her craft, she took the time to go and freshen up, heading into the woman barracks she went and took a nice long shower. The mission played a little on her mind, she wasn’t fazed by the fact another died, but just the fact it was under her watch, she played the strategy in her mind a few times, she was sure that by splitting enemy fire was a sound move, of course it didn’t take into account a plane malfunction, quite a few in fact happened. Either way she couldn’t dwell on something that was out of her control, she did her part, eliminated the targets and escorted the convoy in. Once dried of and dressed back into uniform, she decided to go visit the hospital to check up on her fellow colleagues.

Matter Dei Hospital, Msida

Upon her arrival at the hospital, Freyja spoke with the front desk to see where she had to go to find her fellow pilots, she learned that Scott had already been discharged, but Kat was still at the hospital, maybe if time permits she’ll catch up with the former another time. Once getting told where Kat was, Freyja made her way there.

Soon enough Freyja made it to the door of the room Kat was in, and was pleasantly surprised to see Fuka was there already and talking, she did wonder who the other voice belonged to. She lightly tapped on the door before announcing her presence. “Sorry to interrupt.” Walking further into the room, she was Kat in her sports bra with… A lot of scars to say the least. It was fair to say that the record doesn’t do it justice. She stopped herself short from just standing there staring and respectfully nodded at Fuka. “I thought I would come down and check up on you, see how you’re holding up. Save you from the box of boredom.” She motioned at the T.V.

* * *


A few hours later, Freyja, like the rest of the squadron that was able was summoned to an urgent meeting, she knew it had to be dam serious considering they were requested to come with their firearms. She had since got out of her uniform, expecting things to chill before no doubt a briefing at some point tomorrow maybe? Either way she was dressed in an off shoulder tee, tracksuits and a pair of black trainers.

As Scott laid out the reason why they had been all summoned, it now made more sense, the enemy was better prepared then she thought, managing to get to some of shattered steel’s ground crews was a ballsy move. But it to, mad her angry, she decided to hide the reaction from her facial features, so it wasn’t her mistake, but the acts of sabotage, and one she could off easily have been the victim of herself. She doubled checked her HK-5C Marksman Rifle and her sidearm.

She then heard Myk speak up, the dude flipped a 180. Before the mission she told herself the kid had his heart in the right place, but this, she did not expect from him, it felt like he was letting it get to personal. “Do you hear yourself right now?” She spoke towards him before Fuka put him in his place, it earned her a smirked from Valkyrie.

Soon enough they approached the location where the saboteurs were, Freyja joined Fuka in flanking around the back of the building to cut of any escape options when all hell broke loose, the enemy was surprisingly well armed and seemed to be expecting them, reinforcing whet Fuka said about being compromised. Valk couldn’t agree more. Freyja signalled to Fuka of another pair of shooters coming to the window to their one o’clock and another pair at their eleven o’clock.

As more fire was laid down upon their position, Freyja moved to another bit of cover as soon as there was a lull in fire. This gave her a position to 1) cover the back door and 2) engage the targets on the eleven o’clock better and lesson the return fire on Fuka. When she had a chance, Freyja returned fire catching on in the shoulder, the other shooting ducked from the window, every now and again popping their SMG over the window frame to fire blindly over their cover.





Amelia Schön

‘Finally’ Thought Amelia as she had finally made it to their destination of Malta, it was a long flight from the Forge, she had been briefed of course on the current operation and squadron and honestly she wasn’t particularly thrilled, they needed replacement pilots already, three of them by her count and she was sequenced through with and another pair of new pilots. They were followed in by a big ass antonov, she was surprised to see such craft after heavenfall, but it seems the N/UN was very capable.

Once she was finished being guided to her parking spot, crew began attending to her fighter while assisting the German pilot out. Once removing her helmet and shaking out her hair, Gunther and caught her eye, her eyes widened at the sight. “DAD!” She shouted at him as she tossed her helmet to a crew who just about caught it in time and she went of running towards her ‘father’ a smiled beaming from ear to ear if it really could. When she got to him, no pace had slowed as she literally jumped him, luckily he was quick enough to catch the young woman as she gave him a tight hug for a moment before getting back down onto her feet. “I have missed you so much! This is way better than phone calls right.” she couldn’t help but smile, they had so much to probably catch up on, but now it seemed it was not the time. Her smile went to a concern look on her face. “Dad, what’s wrong? I know that look….”

* * *


Later on Amelia had found herself being summoned to a rather important meeting, what made it more fun was that fact the squadron was all told to come basically baring arms, like what kind of first day was this? It was a prank it had to be. Sure enough though it soon became clear it was no prank when she arrived and saw everyone there and armed, like holy shit she thought to herself. She was wearing a gothic style distressed printed lace T-shirt, and pair of black cargo pants and a pair of black boots. Heckler & Koch MP7A1 in hand, strap slinged over her shoulder, holding it at ease.

She could see now why Gunther had that look earlier, this squad had been put through the ringer so to speak, she could understand the moral, she listened to Scott and co fill in the whole situation and what she had literally been ordered into. One thing baffled her though, is why are there no like N/UN ground forces or some sort of security forces not dealing with it? A question for another time perhaps. Instead it was them going to deal with it themselves.

“Great, I’m glad I laced up my butt kicking boots.” Probably a light hearted thing to say, especially when you have Rambo with his M4 being a bit freaky with his comment. She would have to keep an eye on him no doubt.

When they were on the way to the hanger, Amelia followed in scotts team, she stayed close to the team, keeping to cover where possible and hoping for the element of surprise. Well that went as well as a grenade in a hand basket. Amelia was going to make her way over to right, fan out wide once inside and try get the enemy into some sort of crossfire or take some of the heat of Scott who led them in like a bad ass.

Being met with a hail of bullets, way more than expected, Amelia waited for a momentary lull in the fire, she quickly moved into better cover, keeping low while doing so, now more flanked to the right she needed to get their attention. Popping her head up. “I’m too cute to die!” she shouted at them, within second ducking back behind her cover and the gunfire immediately resumed, ‘yep that did it’ she thought, but of all the things she could’ve said, it was that. However as soon as she heard the SAW rip from outside, and then seeing it wielder come through the cover, Amelia had a cheeky ass grin. "Oh your so screwed now" she shouted before returning fire where possible to cover their new arrival that came in, Amelia caught one in his left leg when they tied to move position.

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Freyja 'Valkyrie' Svensdotter

"Acknowledged skywatch, will continue to escort the convoy over." Keeping her thoughts to herself, Valk still had a job to do, even if this was the more mundane part of it, this gave her time to give things some thought while remaining vigilant. Valk of course was happy to hear the both Heartbreak and KK were safe from their crash landing, although it did leave the Swedish pilot a bit annoyed, just how the heck did the planes become into so much disrepair? Was wolf not doing his job in maintaining there're aircraft? was the N/UN not giving him the probably supplies and equipment to for him? many craft didn't make it of the ground, one malfunction to which got them shot down by the enemy and the flight lead engine nuked itself mid combat. Questions needed to be asked.

Ultimately, the escort to the 5 mile mark was quiet, and uneventful, Brightsspark had come to join her in escorting the convoy in , the one good thing to come out of this was the ships making it. and hopefully the intel gathering mission went better for the others. Just like Skywatch said, no more hostiles came. Freyja's thoughts were interupted when Mykh spoke up about finding his remains, weather or not his body could be retrieved would be left up to command. But she saw how she failed in her squad leader role and lost a wingman. She spoke up on the radio in response to her fellow pilots question. "Listen kid, I'm sorry but Sokolov's gone, I saw him go down with my own eyes... I saw no ejection." Her voice was a somber one, She failed on her part and it will stick with her for a while, but it wont effect her from pushing forward and performing her duties, maybe rescue crews will check? but that was not her choice to make.

Soon enough, Freyja was within the 5 mile mark and was on her way back to land, again the tower was doing pretty much all the talking. The swedish pilot opting to remain silent for the time being and collect her thoughts, maybe a stiff drink was in order also. on approach, Valk was instructed to use the other runway as the strickened F-14 was still being sorted out on the other, clean crews work hard to secure the craft and clear up the runway. Her landing went without any issues, and was guided into an area she could taxi to and park up and clear the spare runway for Mykh. She needed to get out of her gear, get cleaned up and shower no doubt before the debrief of all debriefs was no doubt going to happen. She chose not to vent her frustrations on the ground crew as it would not serve any purpose.
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@EstylwenSorry for delays, I can show you a WIP soon, I had one idea and then flipping onto another one instead which I hope give more open options for story development, at least I hope.
Freyja 'Valkyrie' Svensdotter

As quick as the initial plan of attack worked, it soon went south, like a grenade in a hand basket, or something like how the saying goes. Three boats were still in the fight, there formation changing to her tactics, however they were still on course for the convoy and things were starting to get close, especially as now she was the only plan left to engage them. “Dam It” she cursed, not that anyone would hear her anger as it was not broadcast down the radio, she monitored where her fellow pilot went down, she chimed in on the radio to the team. “This is Cobalt 7; Cobalt 8 is down….” There was quite a lengthy silence. “Confirm, no chute deployment, over.” There was a hint of annoyance in her voice, she was flight lead for flight two, and she lost a pilot under her command.

For now, though she re-focused, she could dwell on what if’s another time, the convoy was ship in danger from the enemy boats and they were getting close, too close for Valks comfort. Re-positing herself for another attack run, she knew now more fire would come her way being the only fighter left for the enemy to concentrate on, but this didn’t faze her, switching over to her IRIS-T missiles, her plan to go in hard and fast, using the gripen’s advanced tracking systems to multi target the small boats, Circling round, Valkyrie came at them from their six o’clock, low and fast, throttling up another larger rooster tail of water behind her, the warning systems warning her to pull up.

Tracking the targets on her system she would need to engage swiftly, switching targets as quickly as possible to shoot at one target after another in rapid succession. Before she knew it, tracers and other small arms fire came her way, she kept herself cool, calm and collected. Closing in on her targets, soon the sound went off that she had locked on. “Cobalt 7, Fox two.” Within seconds her first missile fired. Switching to the second target, again she fired. “Cobalt 7, fox two” the return fire was intense as heck. One problem with a tactic thought was her speed, she Zeroes in on the final boat far two quick and the locking on signal went off.

Thinking quickly, valk switched to her main gun, she let fly with her own bullets at the last remaining enemy boat, the convoy was close, they could probably see the fight without binoculars by now. The other two boats suddenly exploded from her missiles within a few seconds of one another, debris went flying as the wrecks slowed, still floating but in a ball of flames. The engage in fire though soon paid dividends as once she heard the lock on from a shoulder mounted Igla missile, several of her round mowed through the guy wielding it, as he fell back collapsing on the deck of the small craft, the missile fire, not fully needing a line of sight to fire, incidentally it fires of inside of the ship and it exploded from within, forcing Valk to suddenly pull up and adjust her throttling to compensate.

All the enemy boats had been accounted for and dealt with, still the operation did not go fully to plan, they lost a pilot, cobalt’s squad lead was damaged, this was not what she would call an ideal outcome for the mission sure the objectives seemed to be done but it was at a cost. She only hoped the recon mission had more success in getting vital intel. Throttling down to a more suitable speed, Valk leaned slight to the left as she performed a flyby of the convoy, observing the deck she could see people on the decks celebrating and waving as she went by. “This is cobalt 7 to cobalt 1-1, All enemy vessels accounted for and eliminated, continuing to escort the convoy, over.” Despite the crews looking like they are celebrating, valks contained any enthusiasm, it probably sounded like it on the radio to, for her there was not much to celebrate in terms of loses, sure she was happy they protected the convoy, it is probably cold and calculating, but Valk felt the loss was unacceptable, and more likely the team will end up with replacements to fill their ranks. She then heard the radio chatter. “You guys good up there?” Need any assistance, over?”.

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