"Whatcha mean no bacon?" Cried Viper 11 as his turn came for breakfast.
"Go have some sausages walker, at least we have real eggs today…" Replied Mobius 1 as he was served by the surly cook.
It had been a week since their last combat sortie, since then they had only been scrambled once to chase a U2 away from North point. The spy plane had been taken down by a lucky shot from a patriot silo before the squadron had intercepted it, it seemed like almost peacetime.
They were bored…
Walker, call sign Viper 11 was 22, young in pilot terms, he had a streak of bad luck since getting splashed by the Mig last week, not only did he have to abort the U2 chase because of technical failures, but Eva, Call sign Delta 4, had turned down his approaches with a kick to the groin. Setting his Tray down on the table, he waited for the rest the squadron to collect their food.
Mobius 1 was 18, just out of flight school. His real name, Lazlow, was seldom used. Ever since walker had seen the artwork he had posted all over his cabin, he had been called Lupuis by everyone in the squadron. He thought this was kynda a plus since he liked the idea of being a "wolf" was sorta cool. Sitting down opposite Walker, he noticed Omega 1 arguing with the cooks over the lack of bacon.
"heh, looks like your not the only one who cares about the menu" Lupuis grinned as he dug into his scrambled eggs, shoveling the yellowish substance into his mouth as Eva sat next to him.
"You really should learn how to eat in front of a lady…" she tutted disapprovingly as Lupuis wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
Eva was probably the hottest girl on the carrier; she was 19, blonde and had a body to die for… Several of the crew had made moves on her, and most of them now twitched when they saw her… a side effect of her "unique" method of saying "no".
"Anyone catch the news on Stonehenge?" she asked meekly, She always seemed shy whenever he saw her, appently her vocabulary around everyone else consisted of swearing and scowling.
"Yeah, bombing raid failed…again…" Replied Omega 1 as he grabbed a seat across from Eva, earning him a scowl from her, He was the oldest of the squadron, 36, old for a pilot he had flown as an instructor the past few years before being called up to the reserve squadron. He was renown among the squadron as the only person who had joked about Eva and not regretted it… and only on the account he outranked her.
"Losses?" asked walker as he prodded his sausage, wishing it was bacon.
"Heavy apparently, there was some footage of downed B-52's, along with some shots of yellow squadron…" replied Eva trying to ignore the spray of scrambled egg as Lupuis choked on a stray bread crust
"Which news report were you watching? EBS?" Asked walker as he nibbled on his sausage
"Yeah, I don't think any of the north point based news channels covered it…" Eva replied, pausing to hit Lupuis's back as he choked, dislodging the offending bread crust.
They all groaned as the tannoy announced "all pilots report to the ready room, repeat…"
"Here we go again…" muttered Walker as everyone abandoned their seats…
Wrigley AFB 10:12
The Surviving crew of black 2 watched sullenly as the wreak of their bomber was gently towed away. The EOD team had spent the night disarming the bomb load before letting the tractors tow the broken bear off the taxiway.
"Damn… first mission too…" Muttered the co-pilot
"You did fine Ekizal, you got us home safely…that's good enough for me" The elderly bombardier commented, he had taken to the young co-pilot, he reminded him of himself in the last war, green, nervous but still a good enough aviator.
"I hear you got a ticket home?" Ekizal asked as they moved away from the window, walking back towards the pilots lounge
"Yeah, got a transfer to a C-130 unit, means I'm out of combat from now on… shipping to Comperth tomorrow… Good to hear about your promotion"
"Well without a bird it's meaningless; they got me helping the ground crew clear the mess I made"
"You hear about Gabriel?"
"The Mig pilot? The one from white squadron? Ekizal queried
"Yeah, poor bastard, they haven't reassigned him have they?"
"Nope, seems like none of the other squadrons want him…"
"He's still green; I don't think they will reinforce the squadron, suppose they are going to have him fly solo…"
"Suicide if you ask me… well I hope that he makes it through his tour… he deserves to..."
Notes:
ISAF
118th tactical fighter squadron (reserve squadron)
Mobius 1 2nd Lt Lazlow, aka Lupuis
18, short brown hair, green eyes, average builds
Viper 11 2nd Lt Walker
22, Crew cut Black hair, Brown eyes, heavy build
Delta 4 2nd Lt Eva
19, long blonde hair, Blue eyes, slim hourglass build
Omega 1 ---- Captain
38, brown hair, blue eyes, starting to go bald, heavy build
Omega 4 ----
Bravo 9 ----
Delta 6 ----
Eurasians
41st bomber wing
Black 2 –
Ekizal, 2nd Lt
17, Black hair, Dark brown eyes, acne, tall and skinny build
----, Bombardier
----, navigator
476th Interceptor squadron
White 4 Gabriel, 2nd Lt
18, Blonde hair, blue eyes, Medium builds
