Night Run (Nike Squad)

[LeftEar JoNs 0]

The following flight log follows immediately after the 05.11.12 Aegis Sim…

 

Nike Squad

Irmaitu Epsilon

Night Terminus, Section 3

 

The latest planetary reconnaissance target had the potential to give the aero wing a run for their credits if the pilots weren’t cautious. As if adding to the thought, a lightning strike lit the heavens at a distance, lighting the surrounding night and then flashing out of existence.

 

Commander ‘Left Ear’ JoNs banked her Peregrine to the right and then angled herself downward and into a straight fight path. The Caitian officer had grown fond of the Dominion War-era Peregrine model over the years, though it was only a matter of time before she would need permanent certification on the newer and more modern fighters. The ‘Peacekeepers’ employed by the USS Missouri, as an example.

 

In the meantime, the instrumentation was working well within acceptable parameters, and the Peregrine was perfect for planetary scanning and reconnaissance; as with the previous planet surveyed, it remained to be seen if Irmaitu was to be a new home for the displaced Rihan people or not.

 

JoNs voice immediately activated her internal helmet comm, speaking over the shared wireless to her flight group: Ensigns ‘Driver’ Dupree, ‘Highway’ Harriman, ‘Itchy’ T’Shara and ‘Fly Ball’ Kilgore, respectively.

 

“Gentlemen and Ladies, welcome to Night Ops 101. We’ll be employing a standard arrowhead formation. Flank me on point and spread out ten kilometers in sequence.”

 

She paused and glanced at one of the cockpit monitors; the visual showed four icon symbols representing the pilots as they readjusted their starfighter positioning. Satisfied, the straight laced felinoid officer continued speaking into her helmet mic.

 

“Per orders from CAG* Harada, we’re on recon for Section Three of the night terminus. Scanner programs and cameras are to be active and streaming data at all times to the Revenge. Keep your wireless clear, if Revenge FOPS* warns us to get out of the area, we move, no questions asked: we don’t want to get fried by one of those lightning strikes. Nike Squad, sound off.“

 

Her instructions were answered with crisp call sign confirmations and “Aye Sirs” and the recon formation set about the business of the day; or rather, the business of the night.

 

 

*CAG – Commander of the Aero Group

*FOPS – Flight Operations