ABS FIESTA - LOCKED EDITION

[Swat 3]

I shudder, doing the cross sign, muttering "The Father, The Son, and The Holy Ghost" before I say a short prayer, all the while moving towards my locker on the other side of the room, where everyone else seems to be preparing. I put on my G-Suit, away from the others, and begin to pat out some wrinkles. One of them looks at me, and I shrug shyly and grab my helmet out of the locker. I head towards the bunker, obviously listening to the mystical voice in my head that said:

Report to bunker and see what the message was about because it's not like I've stated it already.

because I am obviously concerned about briefing.

ignore if I got this all wrong, because there was two directives in kill's post.

[Ad Bot]

[mlockha]

I do a quick pre-flight check after I climb into the roosterpit of my plane, before putting on my helmet and mask. "Radio check, everything good?"

"Da, you are good."
Obrad checks his weapon systems.

[Operator¹]

ignore if I got this all wrong, because there was two directives in kill's post.

I guess in-flight briefings could work, but I guess making sure the planes could feasibly get off the ground might be a good idea too. There's also the intercom announcement. I don't know, but I'd probably just go to the hangar for the briefing.

[blockguy™]

"This is 1-3, Copy, your good."
I do a quick pre-flight check, and then turn on my engines. I listen to them spool up, and then close my canopy. I tighten up my helmet and strap on my mask.

[mlockha]

"Nobody call me 1-5. I am Condor."
Obrad closes his canopy and starts his engines.

[blockguy™]

"Nobody call me 1-5. I am Condor."
Obrad closes his canopy and starts his engines.

"Got it, Condor."

[xxxxkill]

ignore if I got this all wrong, because there was two directives in kill's post.

That's just a "In case I wasn't clear and/or you are illiterate here's what you should probably be doing."
You know, transparency and all of that jazz.

Mission will proceed when everybody available is strapped in.

[Operator¹]

"Ha, you might have a problem with command then, Condor." I check my displays as the canopy begins to close.

[mlockha]

"Ha, you might have a problem with command then, Condor." I check my displays as the canopy begins to close.

"Command can go suck a nut. I am Condor."

[blockguy™]

"You shouldn't have said that, but okay."
I read my fuel on my MFCD, it's displaying 3/4 of a tank. Sounds good enough.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Your aircraft is the one next to mine," the man says.

I begin inspecting it, and as I do, a voice comes over ther intercom, bidding Mjolnir 1 be ready to take off.

I jog to the hallway that I came in through. I studder step and look either way, trying to remember where the locker room is. It finally clicks, and I head that way. The others I saw earlier are in there. I grab my helmet and put it on, and I slip into my G-suit. Duffle bag slung over my shoulder, I run back to my aircraft. The ladder deploys at my pull. I toss the bag behind the seat and sit inside, plugging in the oxygen mask.

Master electronics are switched on and the roosterpit begins lighting up.

I look around anxiously, making sure I didn't miss a briefing or anything. It the others are already in their aircraft.

"Check check, this is 1-2, call sign Crux, radio working?"


Would the being the formation wingman mean that you are more or less experienced than the element lead?

[blockguy™]

"This is 1-3, callsign Lefty, your radio is working."

[xxxxkill]

Would the being the formation wingman mean that you are more or less experienced than the element lead?

Well I mean the element lead is of a higher rank I would... assume they'd be more experienced-
Look I didn't actually think that much about the numberings I just tossed them on as you signed up.


Your helmets' speakers suddenly give you a slight bit of crackling, and a calm voice begins to speak.
"Mjolnir team, this is Command, report. Mjolnir 1-1 check in. ...
...1-1?
...Does anybody know where Mjolnir 1-1 is."

[Operator¹]

"No idea Command, he's probably still in the bunks."

[Swat 3]

I climb into the roosterpit, nodding toward the mechanics. I recognize anti-ground AND anti-air schematics under the plane's wings. I turn on the master electronics after putting on my flight-helmet. "Radio check, this is Mjolnir 1-6 callsign... erm... Turtle." The last line I stumble and say cheekily, mentally face-palming myself. I mumble unconsciously all of the pre-flight checks over the radio. "All systems check, elevator, rudder, flaps, ailerons... good to go... oh wait no, this plane doesn't have flaps or elevators.... Now let's see what we got here..." I check the armament slip to the left that a kind mechanic put next to me: "2 R.530s... 2 30mm cannons... an AS.37 Martel... and a 450Kg bomb." I suddenly realize that I am talking into the radio and blush, and I stop talking.