@Pilatus Well you might as well make it a real post now since it's there. Get wheels up, man.
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Virginia stepped back after the preflight was done and looked at Rose. She nodded back to her partner. Yep, everything was in order. Loaded with two AIM-9X Sidewinders, two AIM-120 AMRAAMs, and 4 GBU-38/B JDAMs on two attached racks to the hardpoints underneath the wings. With the new conformal fuel tanks of the F model, they could fly further out than the other F-16s the Air Force had. They also had the weapons integration that they did not, which mean there was no need to attach a targeting pod and take up one of the hardpoints to make sure the JDAM hit its mark. Virginia was up to the first rung when she heard a voice.
"I can't believe they stuck me with you again."
"I know that voice..." She said to herself.
Virginia looked over and couldn't stop herself from grinning at the blonde haired kid in his ABUs.
"You sunuvabitch!" She grabbed his hand and then put her other arm around him. "Who the hell'd you piss off to get this assignment?"
"Another time, my friend. You gotta go."
"Alright, see ya later!"
Without any other delays, she scrambled up the ladder and into the cockpit where Rose was waiting for her.
"Who's that, again?"
"That's Tibbs. Known him a while. Wherever I am, he just seems to show up."
"Isn't that called a stalker?"
"No."
The canopy closed as the engines warmed up. Soon enough, they were taxiing out to the runway. She stopped the Falcon on the hold short line just before the runway and called the tower.
"Tower, this is Ranger 2, requesting clearance for take off."
"Ranger 2, you are cleared for take off. Good hunting."
Virginia took the Falcon out to the runway and lined up. She and Rose looked out the sides of the aircraft to watch as Virginia wiggled the stick around, checking to make sure the ailerons, rudder, and elevators were all working properly. When they were satisfied with the visual check, she took the throttle up slowly to the notch and felt the aircraft respond. Once she was at the proper speed, she gently pulled the stick up and watched the ground below begin to leave her. Flying was such a joy, wasn't it? As the fighter reached a good enough altitude, she brought the throttle back and made like the MiG to overtake her CO.
The Desert Falcon responded nicely, and soon enough she was settling back into a formation. Virginia coaxed the aircraft to line up to the A-6 on it's right side.
"Ranger 2 holding formation." She radioed. "Looks like I'll be your wingman. What gives, Major? Don't you have enough pretty women chasing after you in your life already?" She teased, trying to suppress a snicker.
While not entirely proper radio etiquette, she wondered how it felt to have three girls with him on their minds in some way. Well, he could hardly complain in that situation unless he didn't care for their company, or had another woman in his life. Or maybe it was true what they said about the Navy. Heh, that one she'd keep to herself. She'd also keep the fact that the Marine Corps was a department of the Navy to herself too. She didn't want to tease the Major too much, lest he think she was interested in him.
"I can't believe they stuck me with you again."
"I know that voice..." She said to herself.
Virginia looked over and couldn't stop herself from grinning at the blonde haired kid in his ABUs.
"You sunuvabitch!" She grabbed his hand and then put her other arm around him. "Who the hell'd you piss off to get this assignment?"
"Another time, my friend. You gotta go."
"Alright, see ya later!"
Without any other delays, she scrambled up the ladder and into the cockpit where Rose was waiting for her.
"Who's that, again?"
"That's Tibbs. Known him a while. Wherever I am, he just seems to show up."
"Isn't that called a stalker?"
"No."
The canopy closed as the engines warmed up. Soon enough, they were taxiing out to the runway. She stopped the Falcon on the hold short line just before the runway and called the tower.
"Tower, this is Ranger 2, requesting clearance for take off."
"Ranger 2, you are cleared for take off. Good hunting."
Virginia took the Falcon out to the runway and lined up. She and Rose looked out the sides of the aircraft to watch as Virginia wiggled the stick around, checking to make sure the ailerons, rudder, and elevators were all working properly. When they were satisfied with the visual check, she took the throttle up slowly to the notch and felt the aircraft respond. Once she was at the proper speed, she gently pulled the stick up and watched the ground below begin to leave her. Flying was such a joy, wasn't it? As the fighter reached a good enough altitude, she brought the throttle back and made like the MiG to overtake her CO.
The Desert Falcon responded nicely, and soon enough she was settling back into a formation. Virginia coaxed the aircraft to line up to the A-6 on it's right side.
"Ranger 2 holding formation." She radioed. "Looks like I'll be your wingman. What gives, Major? Don't you have enough pretty women chasing after you in your life already?" She teased, trying to suppress a snicker.
While not entirely proper radio etiquette, she wondered how it felt to have three girls with him on their minds in some way. Well, he could hardly complain in that situation unless he didn't care for their company, or had another woman in his life. Or maybe it was true what they said about the Navy. Heh, that one she'd keep to herself. She'd also keep the fact that the Marine Corps was a department of the Navy to herself too. She didn't want to tease the Major too much, lest he think she was interested in him.
I'll post soon as I wake up
But on a serious note, dirt airstrips are bad for jets. The Russians made a MiG specifically designed for that as a Fulcrum variant. Kind of a sense of locking the barn door after the horse got out since I didn't catch it quick enough but for future refernce, yeah you need some kind of paved runway or something like that.
But on a serious note, dirt airstrips are bad for jets. The Russians made a MiG specifically designed for that as a Fulcrum variant. Kind of a sense of locking the barn door after the horse got out since I didn't catch it quick enough but for future refernce, yeah you need some kind of paved runway or something like that.
Take it easy, man. We're just making friendly jabs.
Hence the song I put up.
As your wingman, I will be sure to call blind every time you move, though it's gonna be admittedly hard to lose that big bitch of an aircraft going slow as it is.
>overshoots
>calls blind
>giggles to self
>overshoots
>calls blind
>giggles to self
@Silverwind Blade Okay rephrasing with more details: Since the Major is Ranger 1, which of the other flight members are Ranger 2 to Ranger 5.
With that out of the way, Virginia and Rose both stood at attention until the Major left. A race, eh? Virginia's lips curled into a grin as the pair headed out to the locker room. They donned their white under shirts and their flight suits along with their other necessary gear. Neither of them had to sign out sidearms since the both carried their own. Rules were sometimes easier with the UN.
Virginia took a second to admire her Springfield Armory stainless steel 1911A1. Shiny, yes, but it would stand up to a lot of punishment and still dish it out, being chambered in 45 ACP. She much preferred it over the standard 9 mil. Rose wasn't to be outdone, though. She had an old Smith and Wesson Model 629 in 44 Magnum. Blued steel with wood grips; It was a prized possesion. She always carried speed loaders just for good measure.
With all that sorted, they headed out to the flight line.
"Race, heh?" Virginia said aloud. Rose inwardly cringed, for she knew what was coming. "Rose, I feel the need..."
"Please don't."
"The need."
"You wanna pay the Navy five bucks?"
"For speed!"
"Good God." Rose facepalmed and shook her head. It was always like this, what with her callsign and all.
Virginia just laughed at her own joke, knowing full well that it bothered her friend.
"You gonna tell that one to the Major's REO?"
"Huh?"
"Don't play dumb. I saw you stealing glances at her in the briefing room."
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, you're such a liar! I know you well enough to know you like women, and what kind of women you like best."
Virginia was finding it increasingly difficult to hide her reddening face.
"You can't hide it from me! You got the hots for-"
"Not out on the flightline!" Virginia quickly shushed her partner with a clamped hand over her mouth.
Luckily, they were at the aircraft. It's paint job was standard, despite thinking they should put a shark mouth on it since Rose's callsign was Mako, but the tradition belonged to the 23rd Fighter Wing. Oh well, maybe they could get a transfer after this.
"Alright, let's go over the pre-flight..."
Virginia took a second to admire her Springfield Armory stainless steel 1911A1. Shiny, yes, but it would stand up to a lot of punishment and still dish it out, being chambered in 45 ACP. She much preferred it over the standard 9 mil. Rose wasn't to be outdone, though. She had an old Smith and Wesson Model 629 in 44 Magnum. Blued steel with wood grips; It was a prized possesion. She always carried speed loaders just for good measure.
With all that sorted, they headed out to the flight line.
"Race, heh?" Virginia said aloud. Rose inwardly cringed, for she knew what was coming. "Rose, I feel the need..."
"Please don't."
"The need."
"You wanna pay the Navy five bucks?"
"For speed!"
"Good God." Rose facepalmed and shook her head. It was always like this, what with her callsign and all.
Virginia just laughed at her own joke, knowing full well that it bothered her friend.
"You gonna tell that one to the Major's REO?"
"Huh?"
"Don't play dumb. I saw you stealing glances at her in the briefing room."
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, you're such a liar! I know you well enough to know you like women, and what kind of women you like best."
Virginia was finding it increasingly difficult to hide her reddening face.
"You can't hide it from me! You got the hots for-"
"Not out on the flightline!" Virginia quickly shushed her partner with a clamped hand over her mouth.
Luckily, they were at the aircraft. It's paint job was standard, despite thinking they should put a shark mouth on it since Rose's callsign was Mako, but the tradition belonged to the 23rd Fighter Wing. Oh well, maybe they could get a transfer after this.
"Alright, let's go over the pre-flight..."
Pvt. Callaway
Squad 04
Veronica's day started the usual military way: By getting yelled at. She was used to it, a little. Of course she didn't like the fact that the sleeping arrangements were co-ed. Not that she didn't trust her comrades but because it just made things really awkward. She had to change in the bathroom before going to bed. She slept in her PT uniform, as was regulation. T-shirt and shorts, with everything else in the locker beside the bed.
The girl shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs out, then hopped out of bed and got her shoes and socks on. She was out the door and ready for the fall-in formation in seconds.
Squad 04
Veronica's day started the usual military way: By getting yelled at. She was used to it, a little. Of course she didn't like the fact that the sleeping arrangements were co-ed. Not that she didn't trust her comrades but because it just made things really awkward. She had to change in the bathroom before going to bed. She slept in her PT uniform, as was regulation. T-shirt and shorts, with everything else in the locker beside the bed.
The girl shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs out, then hopped out of bed and got her shoes and socks on. She was out the door and ready for the fall-in formation in seconds.
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