Naval defense, huh? Certainly seems like a handful for five pilots.
I look up from my PDA in time to see the ground crew begin loading the Mirage 4000. I hand my PDA over to a runner, put on my helmet, and start walking around the fighter for a visual inspection. After making sure the pylons are loaded securely, I climb the ladder and hop into the roosterpit.
A low whistle escapes from my lips as I take a few moments to study the roosterpit. Surprisingly old looking, despite having some roosterpit glass. Quite charming.
Realizing I'm running short on time, I run through the checklist as fast as humanly possible, not even bothering to look at my kneeboard to verify the steps. Some voices come over the radio.
"Mjonir 1-2 and 1-6, this is 1-9, I hear you loud and clear. How 'bout me, am I coming across alright?"