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Opening a reply via the limited range network the Major smiles lightly from within the Cockpit of her Soviet TSF. There was no rules against what he did, yet he seemed "Ritter Thirteen huh? Trying to be both a smart ass and get yourself killed are we Sergeant? Or perhaps being different for the sake of rank?" It was just then Victor and Saras also joined the Formation taking on the Callsigns Ritter 11 and Ritter twelve.
Switched over to all Squadron members so far 1, 2, 3, 6, 11, 12, 13 and 4 had been spoken for. Caine hadn't picked a number, and there was Sam and Drago who were likely just getting into the air, pegging the command system Tatiana quickly assigns them each a number in the formation. There was also the man from Japan that didn't seem too keen on the unit personification aspects and she doubted he would pick his own number. And she didn't care to remind them either.
Drago; Ritter 5
Sam; Ritter 9
Caine; Ritter 7
Kosuke; Ritter 8
"All units switch to Squadron Communication lines, ending support from ground control." While standard operating procedure, it gave one other advantage. Command couldn't listen in to private chatter. Peering beneath her lowered Visor Tatiana never much liked the helmet, and now that they were airborne, off it went till they were on the field.
Then there was the communications from the new American, allowing her reply to be kept in general broadcast, there was no harm in giving him a bit of a light roasting, though a distant part of her pondered reaching for her sidearm.
"Oh, its nice to see like your other predecessor, you are late. If not for Sam in her A-10 making the meetings I would question if this was a general trait of Americans to show up late to the party. Maybe it is simply one of American males."
Dialing in the course to the TSF flight assistant unit it would not be a long on, right around one hour to ninety minutes at cruising speed. A straight on flight would have been easier, and used less fuel which is why after the immediate invasion happened they had to refuel. First they would turn Southwest flying to Plymouth Then a turn Southeast for Normandy. The Black Skulls and Valks as she came to call them would link up there as well. With the former proceeding to Caen to aid the 7th VDV and the 101st US Airborne.
"But to answer you Ritter Seven, we shall be assaulting the BETA positions so allied forces may land. You'll be supporting the missile units as a sweeper. Ritter's 11, 12, 9 and 5 will be in your element. Other than that ask the Comrade Colonel for more details and stay in formation. We can't have your getting lost and turning up late at the beach." While she was being a bit snappy at the new comer, she was more concerned with this round about route from Dover. It ran the risk of mechanical trouble and could force some machines to abort. Luckily it was a short flight, not like flying from Northern Russia to Iceland as example. So technical problems shouldn't be a factor.
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"So they are one hour out give or take a few minutes? Any sign of the BETA?" Lucia seems to be speaking with an operations officer aboard the CIC of the Vanguard. Leaning over the mans shoulder to look at his screen he didn't seem to mind too much as she read the dispatch. Likely as she was a Colonel...well a Lieutenant one at that. But rank was rank.
"Just scattered sightings Ma'am, the Thinning Operations really pushed them back, and we have heavy cloud cover over France, but if lasers show up we'll know." Which was fairly obvious, given the range and reach of them they would have a visible light show. For now helicopters would be used to scout the landing areas, given all conventional fighters had long since been pulled from service. TSF's while not as dedicated as former frontline fighters had advanced so far technologically that the very thought of replacing them was laughable.
"I see..I'll be making arrangements with the Japanese Assault Ship to handle refueling. Once they off load can we use some of the heavy transports to rest our units on?" Getting a node as she glances at the Admiral it would be good to at least give a rotation of pilots some rest once the long flight was over.
Looking at the plotting screen the 212 ship fleet would be making its landings by the time the others linked up..if trouble game they wouldn't have long to support. Plans would need to be made for quick refuling and rest, this could be done spot on.
Switched over to all Squadron members so far 1, 2, 3, 6, 11, 12, 13 and 4 had been spoken for. Caine hadn't picked a number, and there was Sam and Drago who were likely just getting into the air, pegging the command system Tatiana quickly assigns them each a number in the formation. There was also the man from Japan that didn't seem too keen on the unit personification aspects and she doubted he would pick his own number. And she didn't care to remind them either.
Drago; Ritter 5
Sam; Ritter 9
Caine; Ritter 7
Kosuke; Ritter 8
"All units switch to Squadron Communication lines, ending support from ground control." While standard operating procedure, it gave one other advantage. Command couldn't listen in to private chatter. Peering beneath her lowered Visor Tatiana never much liked the helmet, and now that they were airborne, off it went till they were on the field.
Then there was the communications from the new American, allowing her reply to be kept in general broadcast, there was no harm in giving him a bit of a light roasting, though a distant part of her pondered reaching for her sidearm.
"Oh, its nice to see like your other predecessor, you are late. If not for Sam in her A-10 making the meetings I would question if this was a general trait of Americans to show up late to the party. Maybe it is simply one of American males."
Dialing in the course to the TSF flight assistant unit it would not be a long on, right around one hour to ninety minutes at cruising speed. A straight on flight would have been easier, and used less fuel which is why after the immediate invasion happened they had to refuel. First they would turn Southwest flying to Plymouth Then a turn Southeast for Normandy. The Black Skulls and Valks as she came to call them would link up there as well. With the former proceeding to Caen to aid the 7th VDV and the 101st US Airborne.
"But to answer you Ritter Seven, we shall be assaulting the BETA positions so allied forces may land. You'll be supporting the missile units as a sweeper. Ritter's 11, 12, 9 and 5 will be in your element. Other than that ask the Comrade Colonel for more details and stay in formation. We can't have your getting lost and turning up late at the beach." While she was being a bit snappy at the new comer, she was more concerned with this round about route from Dover. It ran the risk of mechanical trouble and could force some machines to abort. Luckily it was a short flight, not like flying from Northern Russia to Iceland as example. So technical problems shouldn't be a factor.
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"So they are one hour out give or take a few minutes? Any sign of the BETA?" Lucia seems to be speaking with an operations officer aboard the CIC of the Vanguard. Leaning over the mans shoulder to look at his screen he didn't seem to mind too much as she read the dispatch. Likely as she was a Colonel...well a Lieutenant one at that. But rank was rank.
"Just scattered sightings Ma'am, the Thinning Operations really pushed them back, and we have heavy cloud cover over France, but if lasers show up we'll know." Which was fairly obvious, given the range and reach of them they would have a visible light show. For now helicopters would be used to scout the landing areas, given all conventional fighters had long since been pulled from service. TSF's while not as dedicated as former frontline fighters had advanced so far technologically that the very thought of replacing them was laughable.
"I see..I'll be making arrangements with the Japanese Assault Ship to handle refueling. Once they off load can we use some of the heavy transports to rest our units on?" Getting a node as she glances at the Admiral it would be good to at least give a rotation of pilots some rest once the long flight was over.
Looking at the plotting screen the 212 ship fleet would be making its landings by the time the others linked up..if trouble game they wouldn't have long to support. Plans would need to be made for quick refuling and rest, this could be done spot on.
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