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Freyja Svensdotter

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.





Amelia Schön

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 “Hell yeah, come on!!” 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, “I’ll drink to that” 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. “Brought our girl back in once piece.” 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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Heartbreak & Valkyrie.


Valkyrie had tried her best to keep up with the enemy F-15, but the pilot was using its strength against her Gripen, but couldn’t afford him to get too much wiggle room and despite her efforts that is exactly what they were able to achieve. She was laser focused and knew this fighting would push her to her limits, she wasn’t alone in this fighter either thankfully. Her lock alarms then sounded and before she knew it, a missile was in the air and coming for her and within the NEZ too.

“Knulla” She said to herself, immediately she pulled of Gripen into a break turn and dive maneuver, she rolled the Gripen onto its back and then pulled a steep high-G dive forcing the missile into a high-G lead pursuit while releasing chaff in the process, in combination with her craft integrated EW system she hoped it would bleed out the energy of the missile and make it harder to re acquire its target. The high G’s putting strain on her while doing so.

After this she pulled her craft into a notch maneuver putting the missile 90 degrees to her own flight path to use the ground clutter to confuse its radar and ultimately lose its lock; she hoped the missile wouldn’t cause too much collateral damage. But in doing all this she had lost temporary sight of her target, as she quickly scanned around her surroundings. “Cobalt one, Cobalt six, you got eyes? Enemy F-15 has gone down low,over”

Scott’s Harrier sped in close, eating up the miles between them. The black F-15 blended in far too well against the blacked out city below, and even the collateral damage from the battle hadn’t wrought so much destruction that fires had spread everywhere. The Titan pilot was canny; going down low had also got them against the clutter of the ground, making it harder for even the AESA radar retrofitted to Scott’s AV-8B to pick out; intermittent returns kept coming back, especially with the enhanced stealthy features the twin-tailed jet sported. But it couldn’t last forever: if nothing else, the Silent Eagle was moving faster than anything around it, and that movement pulled it out from the background clutter.

“I’ve got him; eight o’clock off my nose, down in the weeds. I’ll try and herd him up to altitude, six. You pounce on him when he pokes his head up!” Scott only had a single sidewinder left; other than that it was down to cannon rounds if he wanted to go hunting. That in mind; letting fly with it wasn’t even necessary; it was the threat of being hit he was going for - Freyja could make the pounce and bag the kill, if all went well.

He selected the AIM-9X and the familiar warbling of his plane’s systems searching for a lock-on sounded in his ears as he edged the stubby Harrier lower and tighter into a turn, sliding in behind the F-15 as it leveled out briefly. Smoothly, he followed the silver-edged plane into a bank, reversing direction and the sound in his ears changed, the growl of a firm lock-on. Immediately, the Silent Eagle pitched up, pumping out flares. “Cobalt Six, Cobalt One - he’s coming up, get ready to pinch him!”

“Acknowledged!” Freyja replied as the F-15 formed its maneuver to avoid Heartbreaks missile, the enemy pilot was getting gruntled but knew his actions was buying time, buying time was their mission after all and holding up more of the team was proving its purpose, however in doing so was leaving the f-15 pilot in a situation of being outnumbered and no matter how good one was, eventually the numbers game would win. Seeing the enemy craft pitch up with it;s flare going at her two o’clock, Freyja immediately moved to intercept following the flight path of her target the only just managed to evade a missile, throttling up he barely had time to react as the Swedish pilot had lined him up for another shot.

Then another missile was flying his way, he gained enough altitude but he pulled off a Kvochur Bell maneuver to dodge the missile with the last of his flares. For a split second both pilots looked at each other as during the move she flew past him, when he completed the move he began heading back towards Heartbreaks Harrier. Freyja banked her craft and followed the F-15 back down towards her squad lead. He was making it difficult for her to get a stable lock, as she contemplated using her cannon but needed to use it at the right opportunity. “Cobalt Six, Cobalt one, he is a slippery one, he is coming back for you, over.” She needed to do something fast, hopefully with the enemy concentrating on Scott while giving her an opening, hopefully he will forgive her for using him as bait, she switched to cannons not bothering with a target lock to spook them.

As the Eagle swooped down toward him once more, Scott heeled over hard, contrails drawing from his wingtips in the cool night air of the desert. He was thankful for how nimble his Harrier was compared to the heavy, but powerful F-15. Between his plane and Freya’s being smaller and lighter, it was like hounds nipping at the heels of a buffalo, each taking turns to lure the bigger beast and wear it down. It was his turn to play the lure now; a task he didn’t relish, but his experience and skill seemed more-than fit for the task, and he played the part well, dancing the punchy little AV-8B enough to make things challenging for the heavy twin-engined jet on his tail, but not so much to throw him off completely.

“Roger, Six; I’m giving him enough of a show to keep him occupied; flashing him my ass to keep him interested. Knock him down while he’s getting a good look, over!” The silver-trimmed Silent Eagle closed in, and Scott could feel his skin crawling on the back of his neck as his radar warning receiver blared about the hostile lock on, the F-15 settling firmly on his tail, it’s pilot fixated on Heartbreak’s Harrier as it screamed over the rooftops of Tripoli.

Freyja smiled a little as she let out a little snort at her squad leaders comments, In honesty though, his ass shaking was working, but it would only work for so long and the Gripen was re-positioning itself to get in close and pepper the enemy with her cannon, the hope being that it would force the F-15 to break off and leave the combat zone. Time was off the essence however and the Swedish pilot turned towards her target.

Her finger resting on the trigger as she throttled up to close the gap quickly, By the time she was close enough and pulling said trigger to unleash whatever rounds remained in her cannon, the F-15 also was in the process of firing a missile, this made Freyja worry for that split second, Scott's movements to her relative meant that the underbelly of the enemy fighter was showing when she fired. Bullet’s were hitting their target, striking the bottom of the craft and the missile as it was launching, before she could process what was happening there was a sudden explosion as the missile went off.

The craft was going going in flames, Freyja had no idea id the pilot even had the chance to eject or not, so quickly it happened she held her breath as she flew through the flames from the tail end of the explosion, adjusting herself in her seat and taking a moment of silence to one process what the heck just happened and to make sure herself was in one piece and no panels were alerting, she broke radio silence. “Cobalt one, target is down… that was some serious twerking. Sir.” She joked as she flew up beside her squad leader.

The timing could not have been more perfect, and luck was clearly on their sides. The Titan pilot’s finger curled around the trigger on his joystick, in the same instant as Freyja opened fire. Scott heard the missile launch warning at that same instant and thumbed the controls for the Harrier’s exhaust nozzles and slapped the countermeasures button. Even as the sidewinder leapt off the Silent Eagle’s underwing pylon, the 27mm shells from the Gripen’s cannon smashed home. The explosive shells tore ragged chunks out of the thin-skinned jet, smashing flight controls, engines, and systems, before the red-hot shrapnel ignited the volatile fuel, lubricants and hydraulic fluid within the aircraft.

All of this happened in a matter of microseconds, the jet turning into a ragged fireball in the same instant the middle flew. Without the helmet-mounted sight to guide it, it mindlessly homed on the heat source in front of it; the pillars of hot exhaust from the harrier and the blaze of hot flares, the AIM-9X detonating harmlessly as Scott smoothly slid the Harrier back into formation with Freyja’s Gripen. “Roger, Cobalt Six,” he replied, waggling his wingtips as he came alongside her. “And glad you enjoyed the show. Your next drink is on me, for sure”.

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Freyja Svensdotter

Thus far the night fight had been going well, the two flights were hitting their targets despite the much heavier resistance and giving the squadron more run for their money, still it did not deter them as her fellow squad mates showed of their skills. Valkyrie had a mixed load out of air to air and air ground ordinance for this operation and she was glad she did, her fellow pilots she was assigned to had most of the fun hitting multiple targets, the Swede on the other hand conserved her and took targets of opportunity in follow up attacks after her team mate’s ones, scoring a few ground target hits.

Valkyrie heard of the situation Yuna had got herself into with multiple MiG’s on her tail, she moved to go intercept and protect the flanker, however heartbreak beat her to it, the harrier no doubt bringing an unexpected surprise for those pilots coming out of nowhere. One of the last MiG’s broke of, not wanting the smoke as the saying goes. “Cobalt 6, Fox two” came onto the airwaves, moments later the MIG was struck and went up into a ball off flames lighting up the dark sky for a moment. “Cobalt 1, Cobalt 8, Apologies for the delay, won’t happen again.”

"Cobalt Squadron, this is Skywatch. Be advised; I have a formation of four bandits approaching hot at high speed. Altitude ten thousand; radar identifies them as F-15's, but I'm getting issues resolving a steady picture at this range. These must be some of the mercs the Libyans have hired. Be on your guard, their aircraft may be heavily modified or unusual types, given the radar returns, over!"


Great just what they needed, another PMC, Valkyrie could barely make them out from where they were, she was able to make out the markings, matching, she heard rumours of such craft from a PMC, but she had never come across them in her time, one had already engaged Brightspark while another tangled with Yuna. Another one climbed and the last one went after Yuka, they seemed aggressive, they want aggressive, she’ll give them aggressive.

The Gold trimmed one will be her target for tonight’s dance, considering they were occupied in going after Fuka, Valkyrie throttled up and moved in to engage the enemy PMC fighter. Soon enough the Gripen was lining up at the enemy fighter’s six o’clock. “Not on my watch” She said to herself, she was not going to give them a chance to try and get a hit on her fellow squad mate. She attempted to get a lock, taking a few seconds the target lock beep went off. “Cobalt 6, Fox 2” She calmly announced as the missile went after its target.

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Amelia Schön

"Roger Calico, I see them. Sparrow, I'm continuing ground attack for now. Peel off and help Cobalt 5, but stay loose. You might have to help both of us."


“Roger Peacenik, moving to assist,” Sparrow was kitted mostly for air to air compared to her squad mates, this was the plan to run defence while they fubar the enemy base. And by god were they doing just that. Like it was on cue, Emilia saw the navigation lights of an enemy fighter moving in on Brightspark while he was taking out ground targets, she quickly moved into intercept the craft, while getting a target lock, it was enough to make the craft bank hard left and abandon the idea of attacking Cobalt 5, she wasn’t about to let it out of her sight, leaving would give a chance for it to return and re-engage.

Soon enough the message came from Skywatch of additional bandits on radar, she simply had to listen on the radio as she continued engaging the craft she was chasing, the pilot was at least a more decent one than most they had engaged. In the process she missed the fact one of the new arrives engaged in one hell of a duel with her wing mate she was supposed to protect, she cursed herself under her breath, “Cobalt 10, Fox 3” She announced finally getting a proper lock, the enemy craft went up in a ball of flames, somehow the pilot managed to eject but that was not her concern for now and hauled ass back towards Brightspark.

She arrived in time to see the enemy F-15 had actually been taken out with pilot ejecting, she was happy to see that at least but upon hearing of the damage Brightspark spoke of, wiped the smile of her face as she manoeuvred into formation with him to try and survey the damage, it was hard to tell during the night sky how bad it is, but it didn’t look pretty. “Cobalt 5, Your stabilizer is not looking pretty, how she feeling?” second later, beeps started going off in her cockpit, someone was attempting target lock, of course she forgot about the Mirage’s coming in. “Hold that thought” she said as a target lock was achieved.

She immediately deployed flares, and performing the Cobra maneuver on them, coming back to normal position behind them. Lighting one up with her cannon, scoring several hits on its stabiliser and smoke emanating from the nozzle, forcing them to break off and retreat, she immediately concentrated on the second one who was trying to lock onto her team mate, she attempted lock on the Mirage forcing it to move off and perform various defensive maneuvers to avoid a missile lock, but at least it kept them of her team mates back.

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Freyja Svensdotter

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 “You good?” 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. “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.”

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Amelia Schön

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. “Did the beds really need renovating? As long as you missed the bar” She joked. “Well, First Malta, now Tripoli, you seem to take us to all the best places Colonel” She grinned at their CO.

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