"Remember Normandy, 9B-N!" were the first words that were shown to my interface as I was first booted into active duty. I was a special designation of YoRHa soldier, or should I say YoRHa sailor. I was created to be a supporting member of the Aircraft Carrier Blue Ridge II. She's a beautiful ship, painted stark black and can hold many supporting aircraft, amphibious vehicles, and a horrific display of missiles and torpedoes to fight against machines: on sea, air, and on land. The ship, however, does not fly the flag of YoRHa, but is a cooperative ship created by the Resistance to fight any threat to humanity, for that reason, YoRHa was given permission to be stationed on her.
The YoRHa Naval Service, the service that I was commissioned under, is considered a huge honor to be a part of, and all units designed for fairing the seas have gyroscopic modifications to handle movement aboard any vessel, no matter how rough the seas.
The sailors aboard the Blue Ridge II, or BR2 for short, were dedicated admirers of Naval customs of the late 20th century. Her namesake is based off the original USS Blue Ridge, a ship that was commissioned when humans lived on earth 10000 years ago. The Commanding Officer of our ship stated that humans did these traditions in a form of uniformity and esprit-de-corps, and as sailors, and warfighters, we should emulate the "Noble" traditions of the former seafaring humans.
"When a threat happens, the first thing the YoRHa Commander will say is, "Where are our carriers?" she would occasionally state during the crew's all-hands. "We need to be there to bring the fight to the machines, and it'd be a cold day in Hell before I give up this ship to the Machines!" The crew would cheer wildly upon hearing her iconic words.
My role is one of the Flight Unit "flyboys". I have a partner, another 9B-N, that tends to be a bit more aloof than me, but in the end, he's my wingman, and I'd like it no other way. In line with old American Naval traditions, we don't call each other by our unit names, since, we both have the same unit type. We call each other by our callsigns. I'm Mackerel, and he's Strip. Together, we form the 31st American Naval Flight Unit, Oath Team.