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Kosuke nodded at the Colonels word and made a B-Line for the rest of the pilots she had sent away. He found himself standing with a small group of others as they were lectured on where they were going and what they were doing. If there was one thing that was consistent in the military, it was that no matter what jurisdiction you happened to be under, even officers had their hands held every step of the way until the real combat came and Kosuke knew that would never change.

He quickly found a locker and stripped down, glancing around he noticed the younger pilot, 'The living dead' he thought. He had stripped down like the rest except that he was wearing one of the towels that had been provided, Kosuke gave a short scowl at the immaturity of the kid and made his way through the scanner. It was over quickly, just longer than a second and nothing new. Out as quickly as he had stepped in he walked out the other side trying to spot the young American, 'Blake' if he heard the name correctly.

He found him just ahead still wearing his towel, giving him a light tap on the shoulder Kosuke spoke, "Second Lieutenant Tanizaki." he said with a hand raised for a handshake, "I've got a question for you Lieutenant, if you wouldn't mind answering." he asked, his tone implied there wasn't much the young Lieutenant could do to dodge the question, "Just how much combat have you really seen...?" his eyes were cold and uninviting, face empty as if the man talking to Blake wasn't really a man at all but a husk of a human being.
 
"Ahh, hold onto this for me friend." Rolando asked as he handed Drago his plate armor. It was the second thing he removed upon entering the locker room, the first being his free hanging jacket which he put on a bench nearby. Proceeding to strip completely, Drago stood almost awkwardly nearby holding onto the sides of the masterly crafted metal. Walking over to the fitting machine to be scanned, he was the first. With a quickness and causality to showed he had done the task many times before. Being the oldest there his body displayed it from scars to fatty tissue. However, not being obese nor out of shape there was muscle despite a growing gut. Much like his face however his body had a layer of fur like most mammals. Once done he dressed as fast as he had undressed and took the plate armor back from the Serb.

"Thanks, Amigo." he said before departing to store it in his room located elsewhere on base. Dragon simply smiled in response before following suit. Having to wait on Rolando there were others already in line ahead of him. Stripping in a similar fashion as the Captain he stood arms crossed near the benches waiting for the others to finish. Unlike the Captain he was still young and quite active. Boasting a very muscular build, he oddly kept his shades on while awaiting his turn to be scanned.

Sam for her part had taken her time getting undressed. Looking around the room at everyone else doing so she seemed almost hesitant. Spotting only one other person getting a towel she cursed under her breath, too low for anyone to hear, before removing her undergarments. She took a seat on the benches closest to the lockers behind where the Serb was standing in line. Noticeably stiff, she had her arms crossed over her chest and her legs crossed as well, with an annoyed expression plastered on her face. Despite a slightly muscular frame she had all the features of a regular woman except for her back which had slightly noticeable long scars running down it.

Taking notice of the conversation behind her she turned her head lightly and glanced at the tall guy asking the other American about his experience.
 
Jack responded quickly to being tapped on the shoulder, and shook his hand. It would be accurate to say that Jack had, from an early point in his life, a certain respect for Japanese TSF pilots, in regards to the hell they went through in the war, and he was prepared to answer quickly.

And he would have answered quickly, but paused as soon as he saw the expression on Tanizaki's face. He had a strong feeling that the answer Tanizakibwas about to get was not the one he (or anyone else who would ask that question to another pilot) was hoping to hear, but nevertheless, Jack gone ahead and said what he was going to say.

"None at all."
 
"I see." Kosuke replied to the lieutenant. He was looking right at the boy but his eyes seemed as if they were simply staring through him, "You're as green as you seem, but you're a Gun Sweeper if I'm not mistaken." he asked Blake, "Expected of an American" he said with a slight hint of disdain, 'He's close enough to the front to be a hindrance.' he thought. Turning back around to head for his locker he left Blake with a last thought, "Do what's expected of you, and don't compromise the mission for your own life.... Just stay where you're supposed to be and don't get in the way Lieutenant." his words were cold, and had the Lieutenant been paying any attention he likely saw them coming a mile away.

Kosuke walked back towards his locker "Unbelievable." he said under his breath as he reached the locker. He was aware of the fact that not all pilots were dead weight, but a pilot as green as that would cause problems 'He's going to slow everyone down.' he mused as he opened his locker and began to dress back into his uniform.
 
Watching the man talk down to the rookie, Sam couldn't help but feel her blood begin to boil at the sight. Recognizing the disdain in his voice with the comment on Americans, it reminded her of those from her past who had the same tone. Having little patience or respect for those types she all but forgets about being naked in a room with men and the fact the one in front of her was suppose to be her comrade. With what tolerance she had fading away as he told the rookie what he should be doing she couldn't sit any longer. Standing up with arms still crossed, as the man went to his locker she walked up right next to him, face displaying her anger through her eyes.

"Hey. Tough guy. Guess you didn't hear the Colonel earlier. Head too far up your ass to see and all. I'll fill you in. If what you told the rookie is all the shit you've got to say then mind your own goddamn business. We'll worry about him if and when he fucks up. Sound good?" she said without giving him a moments response or caring that he was facing her. Her top priority was giving him a piece of her mind, being less concerned with what she was saying and more so that the guy understood what she thought of him.
 
Christopher walked along with the rest of his unit, still a bored face equipped. The Colonel was going through giving them all tips and showing them along the grounds before they had to get fitted for their suits. A rather suspicious suggestion was to steer clear of the Soviet engineers. Apparently the conscripts were rather hostile to any where weren't their own; it sounded troublesome, though it wasn't as if Thompson had any plans to go knocking on their doors. She also mentioned something about the CIA speaking to those of his descent for extended periods as well, however that wasn't a shock. He wouldn't be surprised if there was other agents of the government here to keep watch on the respective pilots. Finally, the Colonel said a few words to dismiss any concerns with the crippled Major's abilities. Christopher for one didn't think less of the woman; there were a couple veterans on his old base that were in a similar state too.

Finally, after the various warnings and speeches, they were allowed to go get fitted by a man named Henderson; a warrant officer. He seemed to be in a similar state to the Major, however, a bit more upbeat and seemingly less inclined to shoot. For one of a disabled status, she still gave off the vibe that she'd kick your ass if she had to. Regardless, the Warrant Officer finally lead the group to the fitting area, telling them where the showers were and distributing towels in the case of the more timid pilots there. Thompson, on one hand, honestly didn't care enough to cover up. He shoved all his things in his locker and didn't bother grabbing a towel to cover himself.

Physique-wise, he was in pretty-damn good condition, obviously committing to daily exercise routines. Like some of the elder pilots in the room, he as well possessed some scars on his body, though unlike theirs, his didn't quite seem to have been gained from a battliefield. Also peculiarly, he appeared to have some tattoo on his right bicep. What was odd was that, upon closer inspection, it was easier to see that it was some kind of burn mark or brand in ornate design.

As he shut the temporary locker he was given, Thompson began heading over to the group of people waiting to be scanned when he heard conflict. Some rookie was getting chewed out by a vet, it seemed. This didn't warrant enough interest for the Navy pilot to turn his head, but when heard a young female voice retorting in the younger man's stead, he submitted a glance in the direction. It was the American girl chewing the man out. She was hot-headed and didn't seem to let shit she found awry go very easily; that was a dangerous attitude to have around here, especially with those hostile Soviet engineers. At least this fit of aggravation caused her to overlook her current state of dress. Though when she realized that once more and turned to return to the line formed to get fitted, it'd very easily look as though the Navy pilot was gawking at her form, when in reality he was just guessing how long it'd take for her to piss off the wrong people on-base.
 
Kosuke turned around at the sound of the girls voice, slightly confused for a moment at what she was talking about having already passed the issue as resolved in his mind. "Tough guy huh...?" he repeated back to the girl as she talked. She continued to yell, droning on about how we would watch over him and deal with his fuck ups as they happen. 'Childish, it's better to deal with it now than on the battlefield, when there are real BETA all around.' he thought as the girl finished.

He took a moment to look the girl over, she was on the smaller side in all fields but in good shape none the less.Turning his attention back to the topic at hand he began to speak, "I'll tell you this Lieutenant Eloise. When the bullets start flying, and people start dying... I won't be the one trying to correct his mistakes." looking at her with the same soulless gaze he had given to Lieutenant Blake.

"Or yours."

With that he turned back around deciding to ignore the American and finish dressing. 'Why are all the Americans so hot headed, so quick to anger' he thought as he finished lacing his boots.
 
Once every or so soldiers were done being assigned, they were all lined up together as some more information was relayed. However, they were told the ins and outs of the place they arrived at, how many hangars it had, and what were restricted to them. Judging by how the Lieutenant Colonel Lucia Ebner was talking, and what could and would happen if we ever did cross any of the restricted areas, or hangars, as mentioned earlier, there would be consequences. Erika was honestly not surprised, her along with the rest who had just arrived, where more than likely guests, rather than on equal terms. It was a shared base, but still, picking a fight with those who held the authority here would probably not bode well for them.

Not so long after, they were introduced to Warrant Officer Henderson. The man seemed nice. The first impression she got was interesting, though his situation was similar to Major Tatiana from earlier, though perhaps in a better state than she was. Just like the Major, Warrant Officer Henderson also received his prosthetics from the Americans.

Once they were told to make their way to the locker room, get changed, freshened up either before or after, get scanned by a machine that would measure their size to be fitted with a TSF suit, she knew exactly what he was talking about. The woman had been through something like that before, and judging by almost everyone around her in the hangar, they had as well, besides the rookies. They all eventually followed the Warrant Officer.

Erika had a simple yet focused expression, as usual, picking a locker, not really paying attention to the others. Some had already lined up while others were already done being measured by the machine that would scan them. Just like in her previous unit, this was a co-ed locker room, shower. There was no separation, so the blondie was not shy to reveal her slender body and her breasts which were likely D-cup at best amongst her fellow female soldiers. Taking off her uniform, she placed it in the locker room, along with her under garments.

Her eyes glanced over at the others, and especially this one American who was lined up to be fitted. Her eyes observed his body for a second, which was in a good shape, clearly noticing the scars on his back. '1st Lieutenant Thompson..' She curiously thought to herself. It was definetely not surprising that most of the people around the locker room had scars on their body, likely from past encounters with the BETA. However, Erika, only had one scar across her left shoulder blade.

Even so, her attention was on the conversation happening behind her, listening to both the Japanese and another American having an arguement. 'A damn conflict. Already..' Erika had been through such an ordeal before in her previous unit. Despite her differences with the Americans, which was personal only to her, alot of the pilots and soldiers who were in a coalition to fend off the BETA never got along. The only thing they had in common was the cause, to protect humanity.

It may have been hard to believe, but Erika liked order amongst her unit. Trivial conflicts would just create bad chemistry amongst eachother, especially if teamwork were to be involved, which was more than likely that it would. 'Ugh..' Her blue eyes were facing her locker, as her towel was around her neck. Her hairpin was between her lips, as she curled up her long hair into a bun, before using the former to keep it in place. Turning around, she walked over to both the Lieutenants. Her eyes glancing over at the Rookie where it all started, thanks to the Japanese guy.

"Second Lieutenant Sam Eloise... And Tanizaki Kosuke. Is this the time to be having an arguement?" She inquired, and continued, before they could respond.

"Worry about your own mistakes. Especially you, Second Lieutenant Kosuke. As for the Rookie. If he couldn't handle himself on the battlefield, he wouldn't be here." She knew that what she said was probably not the truth. With the BETA being such a big threat, even people with no experience were forced to fight, despite that, she wanted to ease the situation before it got out of hand. Giving them both a cold look, she continued, the East German woman was not done.

"It may not be like an actual battlefield against the BETA out there, but we'll be going through a simulation where it'll be determined if we're fit to participate in the liberation of France. Dont forget, we were all Rookies once. Besides, none of us have the right to judge who gets to fight the BETA or not. If there isn't anything more to discuss, then I suggest the both of you get back to your own business." Erika clearly noted that not only the Rookie had his attention on them, but some of the people that were lined up as well.
 
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"Well you all are a lively bunch." Given some time had passed, and the natures of the Suits, Henderson soon returns with a wheeled cart. Laughing lightly he starts to hand them out, based on the print out tags. "Likely not the best time to be mentioning this, but we have gender split bathrooms, I just didn't feel like being pissed to hook up both damn machines, takes all bleed'n day. Well, your UN issued fatigues will be in your rooms by the time you are done, and your UN issued uniforms will be in later this evening, the brass asks you just stash your national gear in your personal storage, This facilty is shared by Soviet, American, and UN forces, so don't be surprised if you see others not in UN Blue, you just do as yer told, yah. Well Have fun, Hehe..Colonel is coming from the other changing room likely wonder'n where in the bloody hell the lot of you are. Cheerio mates, I'll be seeing you at supper, we'll be having some of the good ole processed Algea, chicken flavor today I'm told.." With that the scotsman turns on his heel and leaves before he can be dealt with, the Colonel already fully suited up, sighs at the display upon her entry.


With a sigh and a shake of her head Lucia speaks to the others, watching thier own flight suits having just arrived, it would take them a few momments to get ready.
"..this is why he's still a NCO..Well as he said, UN uniforms are being readied for you, once you are ready head back to the hangar, you should know the way, the Sims will be ready." Looking around the room, it seemed a bit of a confrontation was on the verge of taking place. "Just so we are clear, if you have problems take it to the sims or the gym. The pistols me and the Major carry aren't for show.. I would rather not have to shoot another pilot again." More or less stating they can beat eachother up in the gym activities or in the sims if they really got that heated, she did not want any of her pilots having a full on battle putting others in the hospital, plus while some may question if the War hero would really shoot another, there was little doubt the Major would, well based on her first impression.

The Major herself seemed to have quite the figure in her own suit, as she turns to leave a half run can be heard down the hall, as suddenly in a UN flight suit, the Major seems positively thrilled, Tatiana enters the room first with a crutch but showcases two legs in place of one. "They said in a few more days I can walk without this damn stick, they even ordered a prosthetic eye, cannot see with it however..but will be nice to have something under the patch." The UN was paying the Americans for it, so why not get that as well. Strangely the Major seemed very happy, while it seemed well deserved it was at odds with how she was previously.

"Ah thats good to hear Comrade Major, well lets get to the Hangars, they'll be around sooner or later, then you can show them around the base."

"Oh that will be fun to do, I would be more than happy to serve comrade Colonel."

In spite of what was happening, the Colonel didn't seem concerned in the slightest, it was one of the things the Soviets had warned her about in the briefing..plus a kill command to switch her personality at an instant..though for now the woman could finally half way walk she deserved to be a little happy..she would use the command if the woman didn't trigger on her own once the simulation started however. With that the pair take their leave.

(Bit half assed, but I'm tired after fighting with google's stupidity still not done either.)
 
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Marvus had planned to intervene if the youngsters went too far though it seems a number of other members had beaten him to the punch attempting any odd ways to break the Ice between them all wouldn't have any value for now, it was a shame it would have been entertaining to do some old navy tricks on the youngsters, though he had taken note of a few things, with his Gun Sweeping role, he made mental note to start tutoring the Young American, if he remembered correctly the American's didn't teach melee combat proficiency to their units, so it may be worth teaching the kid a thing or too though he would have to take a detailed look at the kids TSF to get a few ideas.

He had also made note that the Younger German Lass seemed quite good at dealing with confrontation within the group and attempting to keep order, like the founding of any new group their would be a storming process before the membership actually started as a team and of course this point was the most dangerous, at this point he wondered how many of the youngsters would be prepared to give their backs to the others, while the experienced pilots could trust each other, he wondered how many of those experienced pilots for example the lad for Japan was quite visibly taking offence of having green troops, though Marvus didn't like the idea of throwing youngsters into the frying pan, he hoped that by the time his nipper had grown up, she wouldn't have to fight against the BETA.

At least Marvus could hold in regard that their were some with good leadership qualities, that if it was at all necessary their would be those whom could take charge in a time of need.
 
At this point, Jack had fairly quickly recieved his uniform from his locker, put it back on, and sat down at a nearby bench in an otherwise unoccupied corner of the room. He wasn't sure how to feel about the fellow-American rushing in to give the Japanese pilot a piece of her mind. He wasn't directly looking at her of course, due to his own sense of modesty, but he did make a mental note of her last name.

He was, in fact, bothered by being the subject of an argument. (Though he firmly believed it not to be his fault.) He didn't want to be dead weight, and he didn't want to be a factor that caused drama within the team, not that anyone would. He decided after a few seconds to take a look around the place, and everyone he saw had scars. He didn't know how one aquires scars while locked up in a machine. Or were they from surgery? Both? One scenario suggested internal body damage and the other suggested lacerations on jagged metal. Either way, it wasn't nice to be the only guy who hasn't seen combat.

Not much later another lady stepped up to break up the fight. Though her statement on him being prepared somewhat contradicted what the Lt Colonel had told him, about the tactics training by the Americans being... not the most effective, from what he gathered. Either way, he planned to follow orders to the best of his ability, and had enough faith that he wouldn't essentially be told to jump out of his TSF and go catch the attention of as many BETAs as possible.

And so, when the time was called to get up and head to the hanger for the virtual reality meat grinder. Jack was unsure about this part... While it would be a good demonstration of the pilot's current potential, it did have a significantly smaller risk of death. He would have tried and found a way to trick people into going in, so that they'd think it was real... There's probably people that do that somewhere. What he was really interested in was how such technology could be used after the war. Probably for the same reasons, but with entertainment added to the list.

It was probably going to take him a minute or two to get used to the controls of a new TSF, but other than weight proportions, and probably increased agility, from what he knew about UN TSFs. He did like the design of the Jas-39 Gripen, with it fitting his preference for a multi-purpose machine, due to his opinion that when things went to shit, he didn't want to be prepared for the wrong situation. But, once again... he never actually drove one. Good thing there was a simulation to get him familiar with it.

He walks along, minding his surroundings but appearing lost in thought.
 
As Lucia and Tatiana both wait at a form of parade rest and attention respectively on the hangar floor, their was little else to do but wait for the others to arrive, which they do in quick order. Prompting the Colonel to speak. While the suits were tight..and noticeable in many other areas, at least it allowed the two women to speak in their own langauges, the Live translators they were programed with was a massive boon in receant years, though both Women had no problems speaking in english, it had helped many other pilots out.

"Ah Greetings Comrades, for now we'll be called Advark Test flight, after this is all said and done we'll name the units squadrons and receive a numerical designation from the UN, but for now we need to see who's able to make the cut for my unit..we'll have to use unique tactics given our composition, among the group of you, two more pilots, Aradky, Pavlov, 1st Lieutenant of the Soviet Army, a Storm Vanguard in a Su-27, and 2nd Lieutenant Dunois Claire of the French Foreign Legion shall be assisting as a Rush Guard in a Mirage 2000C. The rest of you will be joined by twenty-four other Pilots as part of our Battalion, for now they are known as Scarecrow and Balrog Test Flight...Major?"

With that the attention and conversation switches over to Tatiana who goes from her rigid attention to parade rest, using her cane as a support until she gets used to the new leg. "Our mission will be a simulation for the coming battle in the Channel Region of France, we'll be part of the UN operation in Normandy and Pas De Calais, using bits of Data recorded from the units deployed along the line at the time. Given the simulations are random, We cannot be sure of what enemy types will show, or the order our objectives will come in, but rescue, back up and laserjadg are all likely. As a warning the simulation will last as long as we can on our own fuel stores, 30 minutes, then we have to return to base." Pausing a bit to let that sink in she switch's back to the Colonel with a nod of her head Briskly taking a step back.

"As the XO says, Our two allied squadrons will be on the flanks while we shall take the center. These simulators are of the new model the UN was testing in 02, thus they produce heat, sound, stress of combat, pretty much its like the real thing, minus if a Tank gets into your cockpit, you'll live to tell about it. Do we have any questions before we begin?"

With this Lucia gazes out across the room, there didn't seem to be any. Even if some of them were green in all three squadrons most pilots tended to look on simulators with contempt or being pilots were mostly too prideful to stoop to asking questions, regardless most operational questions would be answered as they cropped up.
"No? Then get to your simulators, each one will have your name on a digital display on the Coffin Lid as the techs call it, We'll be Operating from out base here, while using the IJN Ikamatsu Assault Ship, as a stop over point for fuel and repairs, so she'll be in the Simulation as well likely with her support fleet." Following her own Order the Colonel wastes no time making for her own simulator as does the Major. Climbing into the cockpit, both women feel the sockets connecting, two in the back, four in the legs. All national pilot suits while they differed in some design areas were more or less the same.

Fortunately as this was a sim there was more room in the cockpit, on the field variants of the Type-87 and Type-89, and the suit helmet would take up more room. All unknowingly to all officers minus the Major and maybe the Captain, all simulators and TSF's had a command link to her own to deploy the Combat Hypnosis system, and self destruct. Sighing at this as the coffin lid as it was termed shuts, the simulator comes to life, pilot systems are read, the HUD comes online, and the callsign on the squadron Command line Vark 1, Vark 2 are the first to light up in recognition. When suddenly a nice seascape can be seen, from within the Assault Carriers interior hold the Colonel takes the ships elevator to the top flight deck to survey the situation...

The beaches of Normandy were turning into plumes of smoke, dust, and clouds of dirt, under fire from dozens of ships, as fighter bombers, helicopters, tanks and Infantry head for the beaches..then the first of the warnings begin as chaff clouds disperse..lasers. It didn't seem the Simulator would give them much time to link up, fortunately some of the units would be in the air, or landing on the Assault Ship for spare fuel.

If there was one thing she hated about the Sims however, it was the fact you couldn't stash spare ammo in them like a real TSF. "Lucia here, Vark one, All Units report, prepare for immediate Laserjagd and support of ground forces."


So far a single reply came back, the Major of course. "Vark 2 Ready Comrade Colonel." Colonel Ebner looking to her left from within her own TSF the Camera's focus on a distant yet rapidly closing object, the Major's TSF comes in full speed switching to hover mode at the last momment. Barking some orders to the crewmen, a fuel line is hastely prepaired for the External fuel tanks, fueling the Major as soon as she touches down. In a few momments shes back in the air as the Colonel in kind lifts off. At least the laser fire was light..and the Major seemed to be in her serious persona..good, there would be no need to use that dreadful command. Now all that was left was to wait on her three Squadrons...provided a stray bolt of energy didn't snuff the pair out of the sky beforehand.

(OOC once I commence battle which will be either when a good portion of you get to reply or 24 hours or so passes we will use the dice system, I will reply as the commander once all rolls are done or the time limit has passed, with the outcome of each action, npcs may have a lower saving roll in order to keep us on our toes but we'll see. If the Dice system doesn't work well or is too unfair we'll scrap it.)
 
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Marvus headed to his pod, he proceeded to enter when allowed by the technician's, the setup inside was similar to the cockpit of a TSF though with suitable modifications for a simulator, Marvus had made the choice to wear a helmet inside the simulator as he would when flying a TSF in actual combat, it was always key to protect your head and wearing the helmet did slightly reduce your field of vision but it was a better choice to be always wearing it so you made sure to check those blind spots during combat.

His suit locked into the chair as it began its start up process much like connecting into a TSF normally as it activated and began generating the TSF, he would be using, the TSF wouldn't be top of the line as Marvus was highly expendable and thus it wouldn't be worth spending too much on him and it would also decrease his survival rating, the machine kicked to life as a vision filled his eyes, the inside of a ship in the TSF Storage under decks, his TSF still secured as it was running its final activation procedures.

As the unit disengaged from its wall clamping that supported it the Lance Sergeant took control, as he scanned over the TSF from the feed he had he could undoubtedly tell it was a F-5E Freedom Fighter, of the ADV variant a Classic still in service with the British Forces, he could identify it as an ADV most easily due to the Arm Mounted Blades that currently sat retracted but also the fact compared to the common F-5E Freedom Fighter, it carried a more advanced optics system, Though it was technically a 1st Generation TSF, they preferred to call it a 1.5 Generation TSF, as he scanned his current armaments he had his set of missile racks one on each shoulder these missile contains stated that they contain Heavy Metal Missiles - These were designed to help when closing on areas that had little high metal density as you closed on Lazer Class to aid with your survival, on the other hand Heavy Metal Warheads had one other advantage with the fact high metal density scrambled TSF systems they could be used in counter-TSF combat.

As Marvus moved the TSF forwards its feet walking along the metal bulkhead of the ship, their were two guns prepared to take before him suspended for the TSF to pickup - these firearms were GWS-9 Assault Cannons, a pair common for the gun sweeper role prior to the FWS-G1 coming into service though they still saw use in combat they were larger than the FWS-G1's and had more weight though that did mean if you hit something with one it might at least hurt more.

Marvus took the TSF towards the raising platform, so he could head to the Ships surface though he didn't have much of an idea to where the others had spawned, as he stood on the raising dock, his weapons in hand, the platform slowly hummed to life as it rattled its way to the surface and the top opened up, Marvus could see the sunlight as well as the sounds of bombardment which was somewhat suppressed by the TSF.

Before he reached the surface of the ship, he called out on his assigned frequency, "Lance Sergeant Tensdale reporting, Gun Sweeper Set-up, F-5E Freedom Fighter ADV assigned, Anti-Lazer Warheads Loaded, Rising to Ship Deck Now, Commander"
 
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Kosuke turned to meet the East German as she spoke, noticeably pained when she mentioned his history. How she knew Kosuke may never find out. Taking a moment he was about to speak when the Colonel appeared. He snapped to attention and listened, nodding his head at her very obvious threat with the pistol he decided to keep his distance from the Americans as much as possible in order to avoid anymore confrontation, 'Only as the mission requires' he thought as the Colonel left.

A Few Minutes Later....

Kosuke waved the a technician away from the simulator as he offered him a helmet, if he was going to die in a TSF it might as well be something quick like a blow to the head. He climbed into the simulator, or coffin as he had heard it called earlier, and took a seat. The inside was similar to what he was used to save for the paint job and the relative size of the simulator cockpit. It made Kosuke feel like something was off, there was too much room for him to be comfortable inside the simulator.

Laying back into his seat Kosuke could feel the bolts locking into his suit as the coffin closed. He went through his normal starting procedures and waited for the comm-link into his suit to be ready. Finally the simulator kicked in and Kosuke found himself looking at the interior of a ship sitting pretty in his familiar Fubuki, 'A carrier?' he thought for a moment before he realized there were no opening anywhere that he could distinguish. 'No a cargo ship, well lets take a look outside.' he mused in his mind. Quickly he checked his weapons load-out, his Type-87 was already in his TSF's hand loaded and ready to go, both of his Type-74 blades were already mounted and the computer was showing both of his Type-65 blades were stored in their sheaths. 'Alright let's get this mission underway.' he thought as he waited for the cargo ship to open its main doors.

He could hear the loud creaking of old servos and winches as the ceiling above him split down the middle, revealing a blue sky and scattered clouds. Suddenly he was aware of all the other TSFs that were in the cargo hold. How many of them were other pilots and how many were just programmed into the simulation Kosuke couldn't tell, and one by one they lifted up gracefully from the cargo hold and disappeared over the edge of the ship. A command line in the corner of his HUD read "Wait..." for a few seconds before it finally switched to "Go...", on queue Kosuke picked up his supplemental armor and lifted from the deck. Leaving behind the only thing he knew in the simulation.

All around him were ships. Destroyers, Cruisers, a few battleships, and many many transport ships. "Troop transports." he spoke aloud in his cockpit, "Wonder how long the infantry will last on the ground..." he weighed the words in his mind before he pushed them out and began actively scanning for the Colonel. He started off at an altitude of around fifty meters, there hadn't been any reports of laser class in the area so the higher up he was the easier it would be to find his comrades.

He scanned the ships for the carrier that the Colonel had mentioned before, "Has to be close, probably in the center." he said as he made his way toward the center of the mass of ships. He scanned for a few more moments before his concentration was quickly broken, the laser warning suddenly blaring in his cockpit. He was instantly scanning the shore line for any sign of what the warning so obviously thought was there and then Kosuke saw it, the tell tail flash of a Laser Class about to fire, he dove to the water as a single laser connected with a troop transport to his left amidships turning the full transport into a quickly sinking coffin.

From the shoreline Kosuke witnessed all the air support begin pulling back leaving the tanks and troops to fend for themselves, and then he found the carrier he had been looking for. Spotting the Colonel and the Major on its deck, he waited as the Lance Sergeant made his report, speaking shortly after he finished "Vark-5, 2ndLt Tanizaki ready to sortie." he said as he made a low pass of the ship and began to circle back around.
 
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Once the dust had settled, at least for the time being, the East German quickly moved her attention towards the machine that would decide their fitting size, for the skin suit they were to wear once out there on the battlefield. It did not take long before it was her own turn. Once she was done with the machine, she made her way to the shower. It had been too long in her mind. The woman needed to freshen up, which she did. There was alot on her mind in that very moment. As the shower became steamy because of the hot water, she was almost lost in her chain of thoughts. Thinking about her adopted father, her previous unit, and what she had been through. Her blue eyes almost glared at the wall before her, blaming herself for his undoing. 'Stasi...'

The woman almost cringed at the word she thought of, before she closed her eyes, used the little time she had to finish her shower. Once she was done, and back in the locker room, her outfit was already ready. ''Your suit is ready as ever.. ;)" A simple note by none other than Warrant Officer Henderson was plastered on the suit. 'Well, that was fast..' The East German was impressed by how fast they got it ready, but perhaps it was just her who took her time back in the shower.

There were still other soldiers in the locker room. Her natural hair was halfway curly, but that was only towards the tip of her blonde hair. Using the towel to dry the latter, she quickly got herself ready. Neither did she try to fix her hair. So it was long and reached to the middle of her back. The suit was interested and slightly different than the ones she had used previously from past experience. As always, they were also revealing in some cases.

Minutes passed, and she was in the hangar floor. Standing there in line with the rest, she closely listened to the information relayed by Major Tatiana and Lieutenant Colonel Ebner. The simulation was to be a joint operation with other squadrons than the one they were assigned to. Once people started to walk over to their simulation pods, she did the same. A man came asking or offering her an helmet to wear. The woman was never liked the helmets. It was too uncomfortable for her, even if they gave her a higher chance for survival. Maybe she was stubborn in this case. "No, thank you." She responded, smiling at the man.

Once she opened her simulation pod, which had the name "VARK-6" clearly marked, her expression was somewhat surprised. This pod was much bigger than what she had anticipated. It had more room. Maybe there was a reason for that. Anyhow, using this for the simulation would definetely be different. Erika had been in simulations before, but they had a simple pod. 'I guess they really are hopeful in liberating France.' The woman smiled, before she hopped in, as the pod closed behind her.

Adjusting herself in her new TSF skin suit, the entire pod lit up. It was "on" and as the comm-link was established, the HUD came on. The sockets connected. Two in the back, four in the legs. An all too familiar feeling. The simulation was active and she found herself in her respectful TSF, a MiG-29OVT, with the emblem of the National Volksarmee on its right shoulder. The TSF was ready and equipped with the neccessary loadout. She could see everyhing clearly now. This new simulation was something she had never experienced before.

It all felt real, all too much at that. She almost had an awed expression on her face, before she moved her arms, took a few steps forward in the MiG-29OVT, all to familiarize herself with the TSF just to be safe. "At least one thing is still the same." This was definetely going to be a new learning experience for her. The Type-97 in her hand, and the hud prompting her to move with a simple word. "Go". Most if not many of the TSF's around her started to move.

"Fubuki.." She whispered to herself. She knew about the TSF and had a general idea who was inside it. Though the woman did not follow the Japanese Pilot outside right from the get-go, even if many of the others did. She scanned her vicinity, standing right by the cargo door. There were on the sea, and plentiful of support, among tanks and other fleets were around them. 'I have to make it here..' The woman had no intention of failing, and would try her best to succeed.

The moment she exited the cargo ship, an entire fleet got obliterated. Inside her cockpit, the HUD gave her a clear warning about the enemy. A laser class. They were so easy to kill if one was able to, but they had so much destructive power. What exactly are these BETAs? "This is not surprising.." Using her TSF, she moved out, keeping herself on a reasonable altitude, before she used the comm-link to make herself known to the Lieutenant Colonel. "This is VARK-6. Ready to engage!"

She was pacing in the air next to the Fubuki. Using the open comm-links, she spoke up, contacting the Japanese TSF. "Is it 2nd Lt. Tanizaki?" The East German asked, but continued nevertheless. "Doesn't matter. Let's approach the Colonel, but keep some distance. Just in case." Erika suggested, but would do it herself if the Fubuki did not follow.
 
Jack approached the simulators, but look a small amount of time to appreciate the fact that they existed. He saw other people climbing in, each being offered a helmet. Jack was offered one two, but he turned it down, on the grounds that he didn't want to risk obstructing his vision. He climbed swifly into the 'coffin lid' and sat down, aligning his body and legs with the locks on the chair, as they connected and attached him to the seat. He made a quick attempt to move to see if they were all attached, as expected, he was perfectly bolted to his seat. He stared forward and relaxed.

In an instant, he was no longer in the hanger, but on a war-torn beach with fire in the distance and the resounding blasts of artillery. The interior of his machine waz slightly different than what he was used to, but he recognized what did what fairly easily. He was about to take a moment to adjust to any differences in handling, and then he saw one of those bug-eyed freaks take down one of the ships, as two TSFs had already had a head start to the Colonel. He spoke to himself.
"Dangit dag nabbit!"

He shifted from ground to air, careful not to get too high so that those runts with heat-vision wouldn't try to fry him, and moved forward at a somewhat faster speed, steadily close to them. He activated his communication device.

"This is Lieutenant Blake reporting in, heading towards the ship. Any orders?"

There was a hurried tone in his voice. Of course, he had absolutely no intention of getting shot down so soon. Or at all, for that matter. For now, he flew at just the pace needed to catch up with his allies, but was especially wary not to go too high or too low.

Fortunately, though he had intended to get used to walking and moving the arms first, he took this chance to test out the flight, shifting slightly to the left and right to get a feel for the sensitivity. Thankfully, it was nothing he couldn't get used to in a little bit.
 
Looking at her display, all units had arrived just as the laser fire was picking up, musing the nice thing about Normandy was its cliffs, once you got in close the BETA laser had no angle of fire. Pushing in at full military power of the Pak-Fa's thrusters, she rapidly pulls ahead..musing about it she might see about getting the unit outfitted with just Pak-Fa's and Typhoons..though given this was a test unit in a manner, such support was unlikely.


Rather than answering them one by one, the commander opens a comm to all units in the Squadron, and begins telling them what they need to know.
"All Units Report." With a pause, the number of units they had made any sort of standard formation an impossibility, even if they went with national formations it would be difficult to fulfill all roles.


"Erika, Rolando, Kosuke, Pavlov, Tatiana, frontline Arrowhead formation, Punch through the Gap at hilltop 17;" Marking the location on the HUD, while renamed it was the area the US military 60 years ago made its escape from so called Bloody Omaha, and was still one of the only viable exits from this beach, this time however giant monsters and not machineguns and blocking houses were there...which in a manner made it easier. "..from there punch through and begin Laserjagd. Sam, Jack, Marvus on me, center. We'll back them up and keep the BETA from pursuit, Sam you stay next to me, that TSA is a slow target. You'll be filling the role of Left interceptor." Lastly she turns her attention towards the final three pilots.


"Thompson, Drago, Claire Rear, We have priority on Artillery support, I want you two to lay a barrage on the hilltop, then the fields beyond, at the gap lay a covering of Anti-Laser Chaff, reload, then get to the hilltop, we should have it cleared, use your Assault Cannons to fend off the counter attack and keep fire contained to clusters as directed." The bad thing with the so called missiles, was that they weren't, well for the most party, they were little more than rockets with a guidance system and a number of 500lb bombs within. Because of this range was often limited, and largely line of sight, which of course made them difficult to use against the laser class. Though there were some solid warhead types, and smaller arcing missiles, chaff dispensers, all manner really. Switching the comm once more all Pilots in the Wing are spoken to.

"Stick to NOE flight, turn the damn warning system off, if you go above 15 meters, the lasers will have a good chance of hitting you even with the chaff, Do not stray from the hill, or pathway until we find the laser class. Do not Assist the landing troops The whole Landing fails if we can't get the Navy in to play with its guns. Squadron Two, head along the beach and provide suppressing fire, stay on alert for Destroyer Class, Squadron Three, Operate in conjunction with the 20th Tank Division and 45th Engineering Brigade and Secure the Path to Pas de Calais. Will give additional orders as needed. Out."
With a chorus of Affirmatives, Yes Ma'am and other individual answers the operation was ago.


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Tatiana now having her orders, opens a command line with her four partners. "I'll take Center, Pavlov on my left, Kosuke to my right, Captain Rolando, and Erika keep to the flanks. For now as with the major until they had a real unit set up she would likely use first names, Short of the Colonel she didn't have to call them by rank, a privilege of command.. "Colonel Ebner, we are advancing." With her at the center of the arrowhead, the hills overlooking the beach worried her somewhat, the perfect place for a Tank horde to be hiding, waiting to leap upon a TSF and open it like a can of spam.


Which no sooner than the five advanced up the hillside, the number of red blips explodes. Killing the ones in her path, there was little else that could be done, they had to keep moving, the lasers had to be dealt with. "Light Division..only Five thousand or so. Keep moving." Exhailing a bit, she would rather be in the wings than on point, but this was a test to see what they, and she could do. Depressing the firing trigger 36mm rounds rip into the BETA tank Swarm, now was not the time to stop, as lasers pass overhead just barely missing the TSF, for all concerns on her physical disabilities, the woman was performing rather well, not in the slightest bit worried about the sandy hill or the swarm attempting to mount the five TSF's as many more jump out among the Infantry and Tank units assaulting the beaches. Seemingly uncerned with the numbers, she had cause to be..the last time she was this close to them there had be seventy thousand.


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Following close behind in a Square formation, Elena listens to the command line as various infantry and tank units beg and plead for help, at least the new Exosuit infantry were proving some support, and the 2nd and 3rd Squadrons were supporting them fairly well, but they could not afford to stop. While this was becoming a sacrificial alter the more Tanks fighting them was less for the TSF wing to deal with. "Keep in formation, provide cover to the frontline unit, the Navy will assist the ground forces." Slowing her own speed, the major fires a long automatic burst as the TSF's work their way up the opening, the rocket fire should be starting soon...and it would be danger close, but there was little choice.

The BETA rarely retreated, and they never feared anything, or even felt pain, to sit here and fire upon them would be to invite the whole horde..with five thousand Tank-Class detected, there should only be 50 lasers..once they got rid of them they could fight on foot, or take to the sky..more importantly so could the helicopters, they would perform recon once the Sky's were safe.

Turning her attention back to the battle, some units were already attempting to pile onto the advancing spearhead..and themselves as well. Aiming to her right and unleashing fire upon the hill, the sooner they advanced out of this death trap the better..


(OOC a bit short but kinda has to be till we get our first "Results" I will rolls for our allied pilots at the start of my next reaction post.)
 
Marvus deployed from the ship he had risen from, as the thrusters at the rear of the TSF kicked into life pushing it off from the ship as he made route from the ship to the waypoints set by Colonel Ebner.

It was only a simulation but it already presented a hell hole, a situation that would be far worse than what Marvus would expect on the day of deployment, hopefully the EU and UK culling operations would heavily reduce the groups of BETA in the border area prior to the invasion, it would be a key part to eliminate as many lazer-clusters and destroy clusters prior to the date of the Operation, if it was like this it could well mean an actual loss in the field, if the Lazer Class and Destroyers were taken out prior to deployment dealing with Grappler and Tank Class would be rather easy as even lower levels of infantry and tanks could most likely handle themselves with small pockets at the very least though casualties would be expected.

Fort Class would be the problem though if the British Vanguards deployed into combat with their specialist swords, they could possibly be used to eliminate the Forts, those swords after all were designed to cut limbs off Forts with ease when used by those with the ability to use it, though he wasn't a commander and whatever command decided to do was what he had to do.

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Once Marvus met up with his Squad, he had noticed they had been deployed with a TSA, in all likelyhoods the TSA would slow them down at this time it would have been far more efficient to carry the TSA further up field though it would be likely they would require equipment to pull off such a maneuver, though it would increase their ability to keep up with the Vanguard units, it wouldn't be good to get too heavily separated and if the TSA was used to escort up Ground Artillery it would mean being able to fire in artillery further inland, though that could also be dealt with by the Squad Support Guns utilised by British Typhoons though they didn't currently list on the assets.

Marvus would waste no time putting precise single shots or small concentrated bursts into clusters of BETA, that appeared to be of clusters that were within his AO, it was no use wasting too much ammunition as of yet and the tank class could be left to the TSA, the specific TSA was well know for being a Tank killer thus the Destroyers and Grapplers would be its primary threats.

Marvus communicated over the local comm channel, "Ma'am Suggestion, We get kit to carry the TSA or have it withdraw to support the Rear Guard, we risk separation from the Vanguard or slowing them down"

Marvus believed it was a valid opinion, TSA's had to deal with the terrain and were notoriously slow anyway due to the fact they carried extremely heavy armament, whereas the TSF's had to travel light if they were out of ammunition by time they reached the lazer class it may get too interesting and if they ended up engaged with a Fort Class it would be likely the TSA would be destroyed, it wasn't suitable for an Invasion tactic to deploy with a TSA unless it was carried even then a single unit would likely get itself wiped out.

Marvus used his local communications to communicate to the nipper, "Lt Blake, keep an eye out for possible Fort Class call them out if you get any visuals, they can hide in deep clouds of Heavy metal, watch your visibility and their range"
 
The simulation was first; practice for the upcoming liberation of France, or the attempt to do so. Christopher wasn't very optimistic regarding their odds, but it wasn't as if he'd do anything to go against participating. It didn't matter if their chances were zero or one-hundred; the Navy-man just went with the flow and did as he was told. Still, he deduced that the main reason for this simulation was to test how well they all followed orders, worked as a unit and simply did in live combat. Going off paper and statistics likely wasn't as assuring as seeing what one was capable of in person.

The sims though—it was amazing how technology had come. It was just like a real TSF. The cockpit, atmosphere—if he weren't so desensitized the pre-battle butterflies would probably be kicking in too. The suit felt a bit out of place, though that was likely just as it was new; he'd get used to it.

Sighing, Thompson laid back in his seat as the hatch closed and the sim loaded up. Apathetically, he stared at the hud, waiting for the signal that the "TSF" was ready for take off. As soon as it flicked to a green "Go", he launched off the pad with the rest of his unit and kept in formation like it was nothing. One should hope it was; he had done this many times by now. The tanks and ground forces all heading for the beach, too. He would be seeing this exact same thing not very long from now. However, there was no way this simulator could ever reproduce what would happen then.

Finally as they flew in formation, their CO called for a headcount. "1st Lieutenant Thompson here. F-18. Awaiting commands," He replied on comms as the various others called out their names, ranks and TSF models.

Nodding within his chamber, Christopher acknowledged his orders to bombard the hilltop. Well, he and the other large man that seemed awfully friendly with the small American girl and conquistador. Glancing down below as he flew, the Navy-man calmly listened to the plentiful distress calls from the ground units. He had grown numb to them by now, but he had no doubts they'd get inside the skin of some of the others. It wasn't important to him though. Encroaching upon the hilltop, Thompson let the missiles mounted on his shoulder's blast from their containers, plastering the hilltop with fire and explosions.
 
Kosuke made a low pass of the carrier off its starboard bow, he was able to spot the deck crew hastily fueling other TSFs and moving ammunition. Then to his left he noticed another TSF keeping a tight formation with him, "A Mig-29... Could it be-" he was saying aloud as the TSF came over the open-comms channel. He listened as she asked who was the pilot and quickly dismissed the importance of the question, moving on to how they should link up with the Colonel.

"It is Lieutenant Brenvahl, and I agree let's link up with the Colonel." he replied, his tone serious and his mind focused on the coming mission. He banked to the left and increased his thrust, following closely as the Colonels' TSF made for the beachhead.

Kosuke listened intently as the squad was separated into the the three distinct positions, to no surprise he would be in the vanguard. 'Leading the charge.' he thought as he checked over his weapons armament once more, everything was green, "I'll get it done." he said in reply to the Majors position orders. He took his position directly to the right of the Majors Terminator. It was a beast of a TSF and it made Kosuke feel that he wouldn't have to worry about her sector as much as he thought he had to.

The group surged forward, closing on the menacing bluffs of the cliff, quickly cresting them. He took a moment to take in the scene as the Major came to a halt, his scanners exploded with the red blips of BETA and just as it said there they were. Thousands of Tanks, "Five thousand" he said under his breath with a sadistic smile. Then the Major picked the advance back up, Kosuke moved forward with the group aiming for the closest group of Tank class to his side and began depressing the trigger. A hail of hot lead tearing through the Tanks light armor as they advanced. He watched his ammo closely as it ticked down in short bursts.

Over his comms network he was able to hear the pleas of the infantry and tank groups landed on the beach behind him as they fought the ever insistent BETA. He reached to a switch and shutoff the channel that picked up those pleas, 'A distraction from a true goal.' he told himself as he pushed forward.

'Plenty of ammo to complete the task' he thought as they kept up the pace, his ammo slowly draining. Laserjagd was not an uncommon tactic to Kosuke, having participated in them many times before being assigned to the 336th, what was new however was the relative speed at which the squad was moving. In Japan all the TSFs were quick, agile, and made to keep up the tempo of a fight but some of the TSFs in the Middle Guard and especially the Rear Guard of their taped together squadron were far too slow.

Then came the British pilot, 'Lance Sergeant Tensdale', he brought up the problem that had been racking Kosuke's mind. They needed to lose the TSA, it was far too immobile and was already slowing down the push. He spoke through the comm-link to the Major, "Major I agree with the Lance Sergeant--- tsch" he dodged a tank class as it leapt at him, spinning around and laying a few 37mm rounds into it then facing front once more, "Laserjagd is entirely reliable on the Vanguards ability to close with and destroy the Laser Class BETA. At this point we risk losing the initiative, the BETA will regroup and counter us Ma'am.". He couldn't help but feel that the TSA was risking the entire mission especially being in the Middle Guard.

Kosuke cursed to himself as he read his ammunition count, a thousand 37mm rounds remained in his first magazine and they were still Kilometers from the projected position of the Laser Class BETA. 'We need to lose it, and fast.' he thought as he continued to squeeze off short controlled bursts into the Tanks.
 
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