August 29th 2015
Gracemerian Air Base
The world seemed to move in slow motion, then again it was hard to tell when you were stuck in a briefing room. A pen tapped against a table in the darkness. All eyes were on the screen displaying the TAC map. It zoomed in to the East of the base over the sea.
Nothing too serious, in fact this was to be a training exercise for several squadrons of the 8th Division. The 3rd, 10th and 13th were to participate in an air to air training sortie, the hard deck was set at 10,000 feet. Green eyes darted from the screen and then back down to a notepad where fingers gripped around a pen and scribbled.
The 2nd Lieutenant, a young man named Seth Cross glanced to his left at his RIO. 2nd Lieutenant Victoria Stark. She gave him a reassuring smile. Her way of saying they had this in the bag. The three squadrons would be engaging in what was really summed up to as a glorified organized furball. The pilots all stood up, not exactly at once but close enough. They were dismissed and Seth scratched his head.
At the age of 20 Seth was a fairly decent pilot. He had yet to be in a real air to air engagement. He had been in the military for almost two years now, spent his training here in Gracemeria. And after getting his wings was transferred to Vitoze on Khesed Island. He was placed in the 11th Strike Division, placed in the 2nd Tactical Fighter Squadron. He flew as the groups number four. A young man just passing 18 with red hair and blazing green eyes. He was called 'poster boy' for a few months.
This was also where he met his partner, Victoria Stark. She kept her hair short, just at about 13 centimeters. She had deep dark brown eyes and olive skin. More doll than pilot. At least that's what he figured until he got in the air with her. She's a tough SOB.
Time with the "Stampeders" helped hone Seth into the flier he was today. And it also forged a strong bond between Seth and Victoria. Their team work was damn near telepathic and it showed.
Seth was pulled from his trip down memory lane when he felt a thud and the dull pain build in his shoulder. He turned toward Nathan Portman. A 1st Lieutenant in their squadron. He was the number 2 flying off their leads wing. A gracefully aging 29 year old with more reprimands than citations. That aside everyone respected him.
Seth followed the path of his pointing finger toward the door where Victoria stood. Obviously waiting and wanting to get to 'their baby'.
Yes, their baby. The sleek, beautiful, sexy F/A-18F they had the pleasure of ripping the sky up with. They needed to be wheels up in an hour. Easily doable considering they could all clear preflight within fifteen minutes.
"What's with you? You've been zoning out all day." Victoria teased him about his lack of attention. This usually followed with some odd joke about his old lady keeping him up all night.
Odd considering he was single and bunked with two other pilots. "It's nothing, just thinking."
"Nothing, dwelling on the past. You know me," he smirked while placing his notpad into his pocket. "So I take it we'll be landing on this Carrier in case of emergency?"
"Way to change the subject." She held her hand to her brow, shielding her eyes from the sun as they walked across the "iron yard" toward the hanger where the 'KnightHawks' had their planes docked. The Carrier is called Anea's Pride...hell that's a little self centered if you ask me."
"Yeah you would think that wouldn't Ms. Stark?"
"Oh stop it with that Ms. Stark crap," she laughed.
Seth rubbed the back of his neck and walked into the hanger. The two paused looking at their grey F/A-18. The black Hawk on the tail poised with claws angled downward .
"This is going to be a good day," he smiled.
Edited by Ghost01, 02 June 2012 - 12:06 AM.