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- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
(OOC located Muvluv Ironfront RP OOC | IwakuRoleplay.com)
On the Dover coast a young woman in a military great coat exhales with a sigh. Her desk was plan and metal, there were folders and a mechanical fan, and a few bottles of spirits. Spinning her chair to face the window behind her, a large number of ships were gartering in the distance. Every so often a small flash, or a ripple of rockets were visible, artillery Launchers firing into France, the guns mighty booms, and the rockets frightening shrieks deafened by distance and insulation. Closing her eyes as if in thought, a small knock wraps at her door. "Report."
With that a woman in NCO Blues of the UN forces, likely from Africa judging by her dark skin and hair, enters the room with a smart salute and heel snap."Lieutenant Colonel Ebner! The pilots are now at the base, all perpetrations are ready in the Flight Hangar, still awaiting delivery of the TSF's Ma'am!" Waiting for further orders, Lucia turns in her chair, returning the salute..she didn't care much for these formalities, she would end most of them in time.. "Very well, Just keep the Pilots there. I will attend to them shortly." As the woman pivots to leave, Lucia grabs the folders that were scattered about the desk.
Pausing she reads her dispatch aloud once more. "To Lt Col Ebner L. DDR, NVA, We place the up most trust, faith, and expectations of you and the 336th Special Purpose Regiment, you have full authority in naming the elements of your unit as you see fit with in accordance of protocol and if the unit designation is not currently active, Unit control will be under the UN with national political oversight. We expect great things of you all in the name of humanity, signed-" Balling it up, she almost laughed at the fact it was clear the Polish Commanders name was hastily erased and her own placed in. It was all automated, as it always was. Never mind the sham of it all.
Getting up from her seat, and throwing the files into her desk, she takes the curious transparent..well almost so electronic pad that was developed for the armed forces. It had all the data that wasn't at risk, for now she had to meet her troops. Her XO...whom honestly she felt a small bit of pity for was likely already there. With her ill fitting coat, that was given to her as quickly, suddenly, and as unkindly as this command, was in reflection a good fit.
Exiting her office the young woman makes her way to the Hangar, there the XO seemed to have things in order.
"Attention! Comrade Major on deck!" The one eyed..and one legged Russian shouts in the International language of English upon the Commanders arrival. Lucia already upon spotting her had made a note in her pad to request a prosthetic limb, if the Soviets wanted to be cheap or torture the girl, that was up to them, the UN was paying for this after all. Walking up a gantry that served as a make shift stage the Colonel returns the salute all that were there would automatically give. "At ease, we have no political Officers here." She says in a German attempt at humor.
"I am, Lucia Ebner, Lt Colonel and commander of the 336th Regiment. We are a formation composed of Three battalions, in turn made up of 12 Squadrons of TSF's. Some of you may know our mission, some of you may not."
Making a motion to her one eyed underling, the Soviet Major showcases a map by use of a remote, and a wall projector..unlike previous wars there was no harm in showing them the plan as it now stood. The BETA didn't talk to humans, there were no humans to pass information on to that could make use of it. On the newly made map, Lucia points to France, as the slide shifts. Normandy, France. "We are to land with two other units, and seek out and attack BETA forces, drawing attention away from Gibraltar and Pas de Calais as the first part of Operation Ironfront...the Liberation of Europe. In the wake of Operations in Korea, Eastern Siberia, and Central China, we are now shifting focus to Europe."
Pausing for a bit, the shutter changes once more, showing a bleak, flat landscape, with little in way of forests, and only ruins of human civilization. "Europe will not be as some of you remember..the war is turning in our favor, but many of us will die here. I ask that you follow my orders, my commands, and trust one another, no matter where you are from, no matter who is watching you, we are comrades in arms. I do not expect you to be happy with this, and I do not care if you aren't. I will make it my mission to bring us all home no matter how many wolves dens we are thrown into, I ask you do the same." Noting the look from the Soviet pilot, it was as if she was bewildered by the sentimentality.
"I Wish for you all to come up to me one at a time so I may speak candidly with you for unit assignment. Also get to know one another, you are members of the same unit. Once this is done we shall test out unit cohesion in the Simulators. I rather you die here, than out there. That is all." Giving a nod to her XO the Russian shuts the projector off. Standing next to the commander, the woman had discussed this prior, the pilots that were the most useful or needed the most watching would be assigned to the Units main Wing and Squadron, while the more incompetent ones would be held in reserve...it wasn't that she was protecting them, just that more pilots that died in a given operation tended to have a domino effect, plus the would all be used in other operations, this group would be tasked with those of the most importance.
As the pair of Women waited, they both were curious...who would take the first step...some of the fellow East Germans..the always Happy Americans? Someone else?
(This is kinda to get a semi post order YOU CAN SPEAK AMONGST EACH OTHERhowever if there is some delay in my responses, or in general)
On the Dover coast a young woman in a military great coat exhales with a sigh. Her desk was plan and metal, there were folders and a mechanical fan, and a few bottles of spirits. Spinning her chair to face the window behind her, a large number of ships were gartering in the distance. Every so often a small flash, or a ripple of rockets were visible, artillery Launchers firing into France, the guns mighty booms, and the rockets frightening shrieks deafened by distance and insulation. Closing her eyes as if in thought, a small knock wraps at her door. "Report."
With that a woman in NCO Blues of the UN forces, likely from Africa judging by her dark skin and hair, enters the room with a smart salute and heel snap."Lieutenant Colonel Ebner! The pilots are now at the base, all perpetrations are ready in the Flight Hangar, still awaiting delivery of the TSF's Ma'am!" Waiting for further orders, Lucia turns in her chair, returning the salute..she didn't care much for these formalities, she would end most of them in time.. "Very well, Just keep the Pilots there. I will attend to them shortly." As the woman pivots to leave, Lucia grabs the folders that were scattered about the desk.
Pausing she reads her dispatch aloud once more. "To Lt Col Ebner L. DDR, NVA, We place the up most trust, faith, and expectations of you and the 336th Special Purpose Regiment, you have full authority in naming the elements of your unit as you see fit with in accordance of protocol and if the unit designation is not currently active, Unit control will be under the UN with national political oversight. We expect great things of you all in the name of humanity, signed-" Balling it up, she almost laughed at the fact it was clear the Polish Commanders name was hastily erased and her own placed in. It was all automated, as it always was. Never mind the sham of it all.
Getting up from her seat, and throwing the files into her desk, she takes the curious transparent..well almost so electronic pad that was developed for the armed forces. It had all the data that wasn't at risk, for now she had to meet her troops. Her XO...whom honestly she felt a small bit of pity for was likely already there. With her ill fitting coat, that was given to her as quickly, suddenly, and as unkindly as this command, was in reflection a good fit.
Exiting her office the young woman makes her way to the Hangar, there the XO seemed to have things in order.
"Attention! Comrade Major on deck!" The one eyed..and one legged Russian shouts in the International language of English upon the Commanders arrival. Lucia already upon spotting her had made a note in her pad to request a prosthetic limb, if the Soviets wanted to be cheap or torture the girl, that was up to them, the UN was paying for this after all. Walking up a gantry that served as a make shift stage the Colonel returns the salute all that were there would automatically give. "At ease, we have no political Officers here." She says in a German attempt at humor.
"I am, Lucia Ebner, Lt Colonel and commander of the 336th Regiment. We are a formation composed of Three battalions, in turn made up of 12 Squadrons of TSF's. Some of you may know our mission, some of you may not."
Making a motion to her one eyed underling, the Soviet Major showcases a map by use of a remote, and a wall projector..unlike previous wars there was no harm in showing them the plan as it now stood. The BETA didn't talk to humans, there were no humans to pass information on to that could make use of it. On the newly made map, Lucia points to France, as the slide shifts. Normandy, France. "We are to land with two other units, and seek out and attack BETA forces, drawing attention away from Gibraltar and Pas de Calais as the first part of Operation Ironfront...the Liberation of Europe. In the wake of Operations in Korea, Eastern Siberia, and Central China, we are now shifting focus to Europe."
Pausing for a bit, the shutter changes once more, showing a bleak, flat landscape, with little in way of forests, and only ruins of human civilization. "Europe will not be as some of you remember..the war is turning in our favor, but many of us will die here. I ask that you follow my orders, my commands, and trust one another, no matter where you are from, no matter who is watching you, we are comrades in arms. I do not expect you to be happy with this, and I do not care if you aren't. I will make it my mission to bring us all home no matter how many wolves dens we are thrown into, I ask you do the same." Noting the look from the Soviet pilot, it was as if she was bewildered by the sentimentality.
"I Wish for you all to come up to me one at a time so I may speak candidly with you for unit assignment. Also get to know one another, you are members of the same unit. Once this is done we shall test out unit cohesion in the Simulators. I rather you die here, than out there. That is all." Giving a nod to her XO the Russian shuts the projector off. Standing next to the commander, the woman had discussed this prior, the pilots that were the most useful or needed the most watching would be assigned to the Units main Wing and Squadron, while the more incompetent ones would be held in reserve...it wasn't that she was protecting them, just that more pilots that died in a given operation tended to have a domino effect, plus the would all be used in other operations, this group would be tasked with those of the most importance.
As the pair of Women waited, they both were curious...who would take the first step...some of the fellow East Germans..the always Happy Americans? Someone else?
(This is kinda to get a semi post order YOU CAN SPEAK AMONGST EACH OTHERhowever if there is some delay in my responses, or in general)