Posted by Lieutenant Commander Lunan Farrah (First Officer) in Pre-Sim - Arrival Of The Fighters
Posted by Lieutenant Colonel Krin “Hannibal” Lardel (Commander, Air Group (CAG)) in Pre-Sim - Arrival Of The Fighters
Posted by Major Shinzo “Oni” Honda (2IC, Air Group) in Pre-Sim - Arrival Of The Fighters
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It was nicknamed Godzilla, a gigantic transport and resupply ship, and it lived up to it’s moniker. It’s real name was Halcyon, but not even the crew called it that. Sixty-two decks high and crewed by over a thousand, the massive transport dropped out of warp at the designated coordinates for approach to their cargo’s new home: the USS Chimera, one of the premier carriers of the Fleet. The Commanding Officer of the Godzilla, a lithe woman wearing the red uniform of Star Fleet Command officers, tapped the arm of her center seat and said into the comms =/\= Chimera, this is Star Fleet Logistics and Transport vessel Godzilla. Please confirm arrival and readiness for small craft launch. =/\= As she waited for a response, she tapped a few more commands.
In the cockpits of the Templar Class Marine Fighters attached magnetically to the outer hull, the lights went red and an automated voice said =/\= Warp jump complete. Prepare for deployment. =/\=
In the his own cockpit, Lieutenant Colonel Krin (call sign ‘Hannibal’) Lardel awoke and yawned with no sense of surprise. The Marine could sleep anywhere, but he felt most comfortable inside a cockpit. They had been at warp on the Godzilla for thirty-six hours. Well, thirty-six since he had ordered all Marine Aviators to their respective craft. In a normal star ship, that time wasn’t even noticeable. In the cramped confines and perfect darkness of a powered down Templar fighter? Only a few could manage that. The assault shuttle crews had it a bit easier, what with having windows and a space to stretch out in, but the fighter jocks were left in complete darkness more akin to a coffin than an starship. And Hannibal, the Commanding Officer of Marine Flight Group Two-One-Four, had hand-selected only those who had passed what many called an overly-rigorous selection process specifically for this kind of situation… with help from a small cadre of pilots he affectionately called his ‘A-Team’.
Powering up all systems, he checked the three dimensional display and then keyed his comms. =/\= All right, Two-One-Four. Wakey-wakey. Systems checks and power up. All Squadrons report in. =/\= and he waited to her from the flight team leaders that all was set.’s
Siraa’s (call sign IRIS “I Require Intense Supervision”) fingers flew across her console and her fighter began to hum as it woke up, and her antenna waved back and forth in anticipation. Like Lardel she slept just fine in her fighter. It was dark like the underground caves back home, it was cozy. They were about to fly. She’d had enough sleeping. She was the last to report in, not because she was behind but all 40 troop transports and their fighter escorts reported to her. =/\=Grumpy! Wake up. We’re getting ready to deploy. Don’t you hold us up.=/\=
=/\=Sorry Cpt. Transport 10 is showing some issues with their inertial dampeners. They’ve got it fixed for now.=/\=
=/\=As soon as we dock with Chimera they dock and have the Wingnuts check her out.=/\=
Transferring her comms over =/\=Delta Squadron reporting ready.=/\=
Shinzo Honda Call Sign Oni, meaning Demon Spirit in Japanese, also woke up to Hannibals gruff voice. Since he was shorter than the other leaders, sleeping in the cockpit was a little easier for him than others.
=/\=Roger that 214 Leader. =/\= pressing buttons and flipping switches with ease his fighter came to life. Calling his crew to do the same. =/\= Bravo Squadron. Ignite and prepare to move out. =/\= Once they all responded Oni changed the frequency back to Hannibal. =/\=Bravo Squadron ready to move out.=/\=
When his trusted Squadron Leaders had checked in, Hannibal grinned to himself. =/\= Confirmed. Wait launch on my mark. =/\= and he opened channels to the Godzilla and the Group as a whole. =/\= Marine Flight Group to Godzilla. All squadrons ready for deployment. Confirm launch trajectories clear of traffic and all systems green. =/\= There was short pause and the Godzilla’s Captain’s voice came through. =/\= Marine Flight Group, this is the ‘Zilla. All space clear and trajectories synchronized. You are green for launch on your mark. Welcome to your new home, Black Sheep. =/\= Lardel grinned at the use of the nickname for the Group, but his voice came back flat and professional, as was typical for the Zakdorn pilot. =/\= Roger. Two-One-Four, release maglocks and engage impulse on my mark. Three… Two… One… Mark. =/\= and he brushed the controls for both the release of the magnetic locks that held his fighter to the exterior of the transport and took his engines to fifty-five percent. The inertial dampeners kept him from feeling much of the inertia from the ship moving, but his years in the cockpit told him that everything felt fine.
Siraa felt a thrill run along her nerves as Lardel’s voice started the count down and then her fighter was free floating for a moment as the maglocks disengaged and then righted as the power of the fighter’s engine growled to life. Her finger danced across the controls and her 3D display showed a clear run of the the entire unit, her squad light up in purple.
After the dampners were off and they were hovering Shinzo pressed the com, =/\=Bravo Squadron. Move out to the Chimera and dock beside Alpha Squadron. =/\=
From the outside of the supply ship, the scene was stunning. As the forty five Templar class fighters simultaneously detached from the exterior of the Godzilla like pollen being blown from a gigantic dandelion; the main cargo bay opened and spewed out dozens of assault shuttles, repair runabouts, and troop transport ships. It looked like chaos, all those ships flying on what seemed like intersecting and conflicting trajectories, but then…
=/\= Two-One-Four…=/\= came the Air Group’s CO’s voice over the comms. =/\= … commence arrival and retrieval operations. =/\= As if it had been practiced for years, even though it was only two months, all almost one hundred ships maneuvered into a cohesive formation directly in front of the massive transport. At the core of the formation, four Search and Rescue ships, bright white and identified by the large red cross on each. Surrounding them, forty troop transport shuttles, each with a full fighter escort. Directly at the front of the formation, three more Templar fighters, each painted slightly different than the rest. And in front of them, a single jet-black fighter with a bright red stripe down the port side running from the fore to the aft of the fighter and up it’s tail. All ships continued to approach the Chimera slowly, the intervals between them never fluctuating.
With a smooth bank and glide Siraa’s fighter slid into place directly aft of the solid black fighter. The Black Sheep crest on the side, Siraa’s shuttle was the blue color of the frozen glaciers of Andoria.
The all black Demon Squad that made up Bravo Squadron came in and landed smoothly where they were directed. Pressing his com to Hannibal =/\= Bravo Squadron cleared and docked Hannibal. =/\=
All the ships had the Flight Group 214 crest on the side; a circle of small, light blue stars bisected diagonally from top right to bottom left by a thick, black line. The stars on the top left were replaced by the profile of a black Earth ram, horns curved back on the side of it’s head and a look of sheer malice on it’s face. At the top, above the circle of stars and mascot, was the front view of the very fighter this Group was now flying: the cutting-edge Templar Class Fighter, looking as if it were coming straight off of the ship it was painted on.
Seeing on his tactical display that all ships were in position, Lt. Col. Lardel keyed his comms and hailed the Chimera. =/\= USS Chimera. Marine Flight Group Two-One-Four, Commander Air Group Marine Corps Lieutenant Colonel Krin Lardel requesting permission to dock and begin operational build-up and preparation for deployment aboard USS Chimera. =/\=
Lt. Col. Lardel, CAG
Mar Cpt sh’Rharror, SQLD
NE Mariah King was running the Ops panel on the CIC as the hail came in, =^=Acknowledged Lieutenant Colonel Lardel, permission to dock is granted, welcome to the Chimera. I am transferring your transmission to Flight Ops to complete your arrival.=^=
King knew from dealing with marines in the past that brevity was usually appreciated. She routed the transmission down to Flight Ops, trusting the sixteen member crew down there to finalize everything that needed to be done.
Once that was done, she tapped notifying messages to both the CO and XO about the arrival of the new CAG and fighter squadron.
Marine Major Shinzo “Oni” Honda, Bravo Squadron Leader
For the next thirty -five minutes, craft after craft made their way in a smooth and coordinated fashion into the Chimera. As they landed, the Marine aviation mechanics scrambled to secure them as a secondary team took notes from the aviators on needed repairs or tweaks, and a third team began prepping them for potential armament and deployment.
The last fighter into the carrier was Hannibal’s. The craft touched down and a few moments later the bottom hatch lowered and the Zakdorn Marine sat up and slid out of the pilot’s seat. “Chief! Where’s Chief Hassler at?” Lardel barked across the commotion playing out across the flight deck. A bulky Tellarite in a dark green jumpsuit shoved his way through the crowd and yelled “Aye, I’m here, Colonel! Whatcha do to my baby?!” Lardel glared and said “She’s mine, and the phase two power relay is lagging again! So are you gonna replace it, or do I have to?!” The Tellarite glared back and started to say something when Lardel stepped up to him, chest to chest, and pointed at the porcine face, his finger only a few millimeters away from the snout of the mechanic. “And before you do… don’t. I am not in the mood. Fix it, get the birds turned around for patrol ops, and then you can bring a bottle to my office and say what you really shouldn’t… got it?” The Chief glared for a minute and then laughed. “Deal, boss. See ya in a few hours.” Lardel grinned and slapped the Chief on the shoulder as he walked past him. Without looking at anyone, he started to head off the flight deck yelling “Squadron leaders! On me!”
Shinzo was talking to his pilots about their Fighters problems when he heard Lardel bark an order. “Coming boss!” He yelled back. Turning back to his crew, “Lieutenant Jeffers will handle everything until I get back. She’ll get you all taken care of.” With that he left for Lardel.
Lt. Commander Lunan Farrah was intrigued by the concept of marines on a Federation starship, so when he recieved the news that the new fighter squadron had arrived on board, he was eager to make a good impression with the new combat specialists, especially considering he had not had much of a chance to get to know the last batallion or its commanding officer. Strong Raktajino in hand, the Bajoran XO arrived at the shuttlebay, initially taken aback by the amount of buzz surrounding the large hanger, and crossed to Lardel, with a warm smile, “Colonel Lardel isn’t it?” Lunan extended a hand, “Commander Lunan Farrah, First Officer, I trust your arrival on board has gone smoothly thus far?”
-Lt. Commander Lunan Farrah: XO-
Coming up behind Lardel he spoke, “On your six Colonel.” Then seeing the first officer, “Oh. Hello sir. I’m Major Shinzo Honda. Bravo Squadron Leader.”
Major Shinzo Oni Honda, Bravo Squadron Leader
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