2237-11-24 - Close Air Support

The Wolves break up a Cylon bombing raid on a Picon forward operating base.

Date: 2237-11-24

Location: Over Picon

Related Scenes: 2237-11-25 - House Call 2237-12-02 - Winter Woes

Plot: Operation: Island Lightning

Scene Number: 1585

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It didn't take long before the Wolves were being put to work at something more than routine patrols over Picon's coastline. A Picon forward operating base near the front has called for air support after coming under fire from some Cylon bombers. The air raid began just moments ago, and the Wolves' CAP is the closest air unit in a position to respond. They're reporting a half-dozen heavy raider bombers and some escorts. Stirling, leading the flight, says, "Form up everyone. Let's go lend a hand."

Coming down from the overwatch position, Eva maneuvers her viper in closer to the rest of the flight. While it's nowhere near the target location, as new as the local is, it never goes amiss to take in the terrain, trying to spot places where enemy ships might be hiding, and she seems to be going a good bit of that. Forming of not far from Soundbite's raptor, she settles in for the, hopefully, short flight to the point of contact. "Copy that, Whisper."

"Jigger, I've got your wing," Aubrey states over the comm. "Whisper, Banshee, we've got you covered. Let's go make some scrap metal." She sweeps in to settle on one side of the CAG's Raptor, giving Alain a thumbs up as she does so.

Calliope isn't as comfortable as some of the Wolves in flying the unfriendly skies of Picon, but she's been here before, and there's a part of her that's eager to get back to it. She diverts her Raptor from the standard patrol pattern to the air force base, when the call goes out. "Whisper, Soundbite. I'm here, formed on your seven o'clock."

Being back on Picon hasn't been easy in some respects, but routines, familiarity helps. Alain's listening to his music, fingers drumming away in the solitude of his cockpit, gaze occasionally flickering to DRADIS and out the window through habit. Straightening as the call comes through, Alain exhales a breath, flicking down the music, glancing out his window to try and spot Aubrey on his wing, seeking to give her the usual thumbs up in lieu of a response over the wireless as he swings his viper around.

As some, there's a certain touch of nerves being back on Picon. However, they're on a different part of the colony. Different skies. Different climate. Even the flying is different. Astraea's had to adapt, that's for sure. She's not used to the weather patterns that winter flying requires. She still manages, but it at least serves to distract her from what their last campaign here entailed. Being called in to provide air support is a nice distraction an the woman hits the radio: "Nova copies." Then it's moving in to tighten up into formation from the more broad spectrum overflight of CAP.

Micah had been enjoying a peaceful survey of the surface of Picon. It was a different part of the planet than he had ever seen before, honestly. The former rock star had been privy to the beaches, bars, and babes that seemed to be abundant around Biscayne Bay, but this? It was like a whole different world. "Busker copies, Whisper." His clipped tone comes over the wireless as his viper banks a bit, coming into formation with the majority of his fellow pilots. He flicks the DRADIS console lazily, glancing down to confirm the emptiness of the skies.

Home sweet home. The flashbacks of everytime over the skies of Picon really get to Addison and it does cause him to push the volume of his music up louder to help block out everything going on around, the peripheral elements of the fight. The call for assistance due to an air raid causes a few flips of buttons; mostly to get weapons hot as Hurricane braces for the storm.

As the wing gets closer to the specified coordinates, they can see explosions on the ground as bombs are loosed. DRADIS confirms a mess of Raiders in the air - though it would seem that the Picon air defense batteries have taken out or driven off a couple of them. "Let's do what we can to break up their bomb run. Good hunting all," Stirling says over the radio, heading into the fray with weapons hot. "Busker, Milkman, I'm going for a lock on the Heavy on the left." (Heavy4)

Picon is home for Aubrey, though certainly not in the chilly part they've been stationed in. She seems cool and collected though, checking her instruments and DRADIS as she flies. She's been much quieter, more conservative, less of a 'woohoo girl' since returning from her injuries. "Banshee copies, Whisper. Jigger, we'll follow your lead." He's a Captain now!

It doesn't take long, for the wing to find the cylon fighters, and even less time for Eva to hit the thrusters, moving in to position to eliminate the ships that offer the greater threat; the heavies. Anything that will stop them from loosing their missiles at the targets below is on the table. "'Cane', Cherry, advancing on the heavy making it's approach to the northeast."

Calliope swoops over to assume a covering position in the vicinity of Eva and Addison. "Cherry, Hurricane, Soundbite. I have totally got your backs." Her ECO, the terse but tireless Mince today, begins to work the ECM board in the back, monitoring the DRADIS with a narrowed eye.

Alain's voice is even, calm. "Banshee, Jigger. Going in after the heavy mid-left. Let's smash them up before they even get close." He's already punching the viper forward, adding: "Nova, watch your back."

Micah actually stares out the side window of his cockpit at the viper that has lined up on his wing. A sigh escapes him. Hotshot. He couldn't escape that particular parasite. "Whisper, Busker. You have one on you. I'm going to swing around and see if I can shake it. Hotshot? Please... just... try to cover my-Milkman? Thank the... Good to be flying with you, mate." There's a tone of exasperation and then relief in the Caprican's voice. But, as he says, he hits the thrusters of his aircraft and tips the nose toward Stirling, making a rather aggressive turn toward whatever Raider wants to eat their CAG.

"Banshee, Jigger, gonna see if I can shake th' bombin' run," Nova notes into the radio, checking DRADIS. Trusting her wingmates, it'd seem, to sing out if they get in trouble. It's an issue if those heavies let their payloads go. The woman kicks up the speed of her Raptor a bit, leaning into the cushioning of her seat as she breaths out slowly. Her ECO is just going to have to deal with some rough flying today. She's flying for Scorpia weather in winter, Picon skies.

"Whisper, Milkman. I copy. Busker, I have you covered." Van tweaks a couple of settings in his cockpit and charges his autocannon, and shifts how he follows Micah and Stirling, pulling up a little over the other Viper and the Raptor, "I'm on your four-o-clock, Busker, I'll take the Toaster if it evades to your starboard."

Calliope suppresses Raider5 with Ecm and succeeds.

Calliope suppresses Heavy2 with Ecm and succeeds.

Calliope suppresses Heavy3 with Ecm and succeeds.

Raider3 attacks Stirling with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Body.

Van attacks Raider3 with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aubrey attacks Heavy3 with Kew and HITS! Graze wound to Tail.

Astraea attacks Heavy4 with Missile and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body.

Micah attacks Raider3 with Kew and HITS! Graze wound to Controls. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Heavy2 attacks Micah with Kew but Micah EVADES!

Eva attacks Heavy1 with Kew and HITS! Graze wound to Wing. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Alain attacks Heavy3 with Kew and HITS! Impaired wound to Controls. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Addison attacks Heavy1 with Kew and HITS! Impaired wound to Body.

Stirling attacks Heavy4 with Missile and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Weapon.

Raider4 attacks Aubrey with Kew but Aubrey EVADES EASILY!

Raider1 attacks Aubrey with Kew but Aubrey EVADES EASILY!

Raider5 attacks Addison with Kew but Addison EVADES EASILY!

Raider2 attacks Van with Kew but MISSES!

Heavy4 passes.

Heavy3 attacks Aubrey with Kew but MISSES!

Heavy1 passes.

Heavy3 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Alain)

Heavy4 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Astraea, Stirling)

One of the bombers is blown to bits as it heads towards the Picon positions. The other is diverted from its run by the damage delivered to it, and isn't able to drop its bombs. But now the two remaining bombers come around for another pass while their escorts scramble to cover them.
Not one, not two, but three of the Cylon ships target Aubrey. The heavy she and Jigger are chasing down locks onto her, and she jukes at the last moment to avoid taking a missile to the face. It throws off her aim and she only grazes the ship's tail with her KEW fire. The two raiders accompanying it don't even come close to tagging her, as she dances around them like a metal-encased ballerina. "Nice shooting Jigger! Nova!" she calls over the comm as she comes around again. "Who next Jigger?"

Between the two of them, Eva manages only the slightest damage on the heavy. Hurricane's shots are much more the thing. But the things isn't going down, and that means another run, the redhead pulling in closer, the throttle pushed as far forward as she can, "'Cane, Cherry. Coming back around, looks like they took a bit of offense."

There's a set expression to Alain's features -- bombings especially seem to stir up the Captain rather more than his usual, collected self. His path is tight, but not risky -- taking him across the path of the heavy and scoring a direct hit on its controls. Aubrey's graze to its tail sends it spinning end over end as it breaks up, to Jigger's delighted whoop of joy. "Got a couple on your tail, Banshee. You take left, I'll take right?" he calls, grin practically audible.

Micah thankfully, is quick enough at the controls to avoid a round of KEW fire from one of the Heavies. It does make his shots go a bit wide, though, only grazing the enemy aircraft. That earns a furrowed brow and a twist of the flight stick, turning him around for another run.

"Cherry, Cane. Can you repeat? I couldn't hear your last over the sound of my own awesome." Addison quips over the coms as he immediately rolls his Viper over to prepare for a bit of Dogfighting, noticing that the Heavy he's dancing with seems to be getting a bit more offensive.

"Splash one," Astraea notes, with a measure of self-satisfaction into comms. The Scorpian pilot checks on her second missile, verifying its status as ready-green. The woman angles back in with her wingmates after the hit. "How we doin' Banshee, Jigs? Everyone golden?" She casts a glance at DRADIS, making a thoughtful sound (off-comms) as she makes next moves, conferring with her ECO. It's all a matter of tactical and (in her case) dicey maneuvering.

Stirling's Raptor takes a slight hit as her missile finds its target, but she's quickly zeroing in on another of the bombers. A brief glance is spared to check the status of the rest of the flight. She snorts at Addison's transmission.

Calliope makes a sound something like a combination giggle and snort at Addison and Eva's comm chatter. She sticks a defensive posture, her ECO trying to spread a wide jamming net across her section.

When Micah's target twists to his right, Van is already moving to intercept, firing off a short burst of KEW-fire that batters armor on the Raider's fuselage, "Whisper, Milkman, the bandit is still on your tail. Coming around from your three o'clock high." He glances back over his shoulder, watching the approach of the Raider he has picked up as well, twisting his stick to avoid the ropes of tracers lashing in his direction and then returning to his pursuit of Stirling's admirer with Micah.

Raider3 attacks Stirling with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Body.

Calliope suppresses Heavy1 with Ecm and succeeds.

Calliope suppresses Raider4 with Ecm and succeeds.

Calliope suppresses Raider5 with Ecm and succeeds.

Raider2 attacks Van with Kew but Van EVADES EASILY!

Van attacks Raider3 with Kew but Raider3 EVADES EASILY!

Heavy2 attacks Stirling with Kew but Stirling EVADES EASILY!

Stirling attacks Heavy2 with Missile but Heavy2 EVADES!

Stirling's weapon clicks empty.

Aubrey attacks Raider1 with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Wing.

Astraea attacks Heavy2 with Missile and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body.

Astraea's weapon clicks empty.

Addison attacks Heavy1 with Kew and HITS! Graze wound to Wing. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Eva attacks Heavy1 with Kew and HITS! Impaired wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Alain attacks Raider4 with Kew and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Cockpit. (Reduced by ARMOR)

CREW HIT! attacks Raider4 with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Left Leg.

CREW HIT! attacks Raider4 with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Left Arm.

Raider5 attacks Addison with Kew but Addison EVADES!

Raider4 attacks Eva with Kew and HITS! Graze wound to Controls. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Raider1 attacks Aubrey with Kew and HITS! Graze wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Heavy1 attacks Addison with Kew but MISSES!

Micah attacks Raider3 with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Body.

Heavy1 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Eva)

Heavy2 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Astraea)

Raider4 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Alain, CREW HIT!)

"Copy that, Jigger," Aubrey calls over the comm. She adjusts her trajectory for one of the Light Raiders that had tussled with her, and she gooses her Viper to higher speeds, zigging and zagging as she works to line up the enemy in her targeting reticle. He's tough to track, and she only scores the paint along one of his wings. In turn it grazes her fuselage lightly. "Jigger, Banshee. Still on mine. Was that boom on my screen your bogey?" she asks with a grin in her voice.

"Golden as a goose, Nova," comes Jigger's easy reply. The raider he's after breaks off Aubrey and veers towards Eva's viper, earning a grunt off comms. "Cherry, Jigger. One on you," he warns, and then a few seconds later, with a whoop, "Scratch that!" He adds, "You're looking clear. Back on you, Banshee," the grin in his voice -- and the whoop -- serving to answer her question well enough, that or he's pleased they've wiped out all the heavies.

The raiders coming in hard manage to graze Cherry's viper, though they do little more that throw up parks that make it difficult to focus for the split second it takes for her to spin back around to complete her approach on that heavy moving in on Hurricane. between the two of them, the heavy goes down, hopefully taking it's load of missiles with it, before she banks hard to find the next target.

"Whisper? Busker. You really have a habit of attracting the stubborn ones. Still trying to clear out your dance partner." Micah's shots had landed a little more solid of a hit this time. Still, the raider flew. So, with a bit of goosing to the control stick, he turns again.

"Frak me, got another one!" Oops, was that on comms? Yes, yes it was. Nova totally just exclaimed that to the whole flight. Sorry, Whisper. #notsorry. Astraea clears her throat. "Good to hear it, Jigger. Can't have ya gettin' dressed down by Walsh again." She takes a deep breath, checking over the DRADIS. "Looks like it's clearin' up out there. I'll get Pit on th' rear cannon to help with cleanup."

Van neatly slips the fire of the Raider on his tail, not even bothering to call it out yet. The Raider he is chasing, however, twists neatly so that he has to pull up or turn so that Micah is in his line of fire. The Picon pilot, of course, pulls up and over his element lead, peeling off for a moment before engaging once more.

Stirling dodges one of the two Raiders on her tail, but the second lands a hit that causes the bomber in her sights to break the lock she had on it. She mumbles something under her breath, but is relieved to see Astraea's missile connect. "Nice shooting all. That's the last of the bombers. Let's mop up those escorts."

Stirling smirks at Micah's transmission. "They do seem to be persistent, don't they Busker. Wasp's on the rear turret, we'll try to lead him around."

Calliope keeps on flying, one ear tuned to her backseater for announcements of anymore incoming, hand steady on her stick as the planet's landscape zooms past below her.

A slight grumble comes from Addison but he let's it slide as he looks over a few systems before banking and settling in to focus the Raider that's on his tail. "Cherry, Cane. I still have a fan in the club; going to try to shake it down. If I need help I'll call for you."

Calliope suppresses Raider3 with Ecm and succeeds.

Calliope suppresses Raider5 with Ecm and succeeds.

Calliope suppresses Raider2 with Ecm and succeeds.

Stirling attacks Raider3 with Kew but Raider3 EVADES!

Raider3 attacks Stirling with Kew and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body.

Astraea attacks Raider1 with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Tail.

Raider2 attacks Van with Kew but Van EVADES EASILY!

Aubrey attacks Raider1 with Kew and HITS! Graze wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Van attacks Raider3 with Kew but Raider3 EVADES!

Raider5 attacks Addison with Kew but MISSES!

Addison attacks Raider5 with Kew and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body.

Alain attacks Raider2 with Kew and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Cockpit.

CREW HIT! attacks Raider2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen.

CREW HIT! attacks Raider2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen.

CREW HIT! attacks Raider2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Arm.

Raider1 attacks Aubrey with Kew but Aubrey EVADES!

Eva attacks Raider1 with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Micah attacks Raider3 with Kew and HITS! Graze wound to Wing. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Raider2 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Alain, CREW HIT!)

Raider5 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Addison)

Aubrey comes around again for a pass at her pursuer and growls as she only manages to graze the enemy. In turn, it tries and fails to fire on her. "He's slippery!" she calls over the com.

"Nice work, 'Cane. Nice to know I'm not needed over there." Ea banks around just in time to catch sight of Addison finishing off the raider that was tailing him, her own target managing to fly wide of all of the fire coming his way. Still, they've thinned the herd, and that means it'll be an easier time to try to clear the rest of the enemy fighters.

Micah is lucky his flight helmet has a chin strap. If it didn't. His mouth would be hanging open at the amount of luck the raider he's been targeting seems to have. He doesn't speak. He clenches his jaw, turns his viper, and moves to engage the raider on it's starboard side.

"Cherry, Cane. Swinging around to rub off the CAGs backside." Addison pauses a moment then shakes his head, "Remind me to work on my phrasing, yeah?" The Viper banks as he moves in to assist the others in cleaning up the remaining raiders.

Another whooping call comes from Alain, sounding satisfied as another raider is ripped apart, his KEW fire tearing through the cabin. "Keep him focused on you, Banshee. I'm going to give him something to think about for a moment," Jigger calls, as he turns and burns hard. He's not lining up for a firing solution -- instead he's aiming to burn right past the raider's nose, firing up the engines and lighting up a trail to provide a suitable distraction, hopefully giving his wingmate and others a clearer shot.

Stirling's plan was to lead the Raider around for her wingmen to get a clean shot at it, but she zigs when she should have zagged and her ship takes a solid hit. Struggling with the controls, she manages to keep it in the air, but the CAG's Raptor is trailing smoke.

With no missiles remaining, it's on Astraea's backseater to handle the rear-firing weapon now. It means some fancy-flying from her. Unfortunately, Pitbull is not so great a gunner, all told. The shot grazes over the tail of the Raider that's on Aubrey. Nova tsks to herself, hitting the radio. "Looks like we're gonna have to make another pass, team. Banshee, think you can lead it on?"

Calliope swerves to keep pace - as much as her blocky ship can - with her Viper charges in the air, allowing herself a little grin as she watches them mop up the field of fire.

Stirling's ears belatedly register what Addison said and she scowls. "I'll forget you said that if you get this frakker off our tail, Hurricane," she says, the words coming through gritted teeth. Of course she knows Van and Micah are on him too, but it doesn't hurt to give 'Cane some added incentive right?

Van continues to avoid the fire of the ship on his tail, nodding slightly when it vanishes in a fireball, checking to see which ship whips past and then noting, "Jigger, Milkman, thanks for the assist." His voice is tight, however, as neither he nor Micah is having any luck with the Raider they are engaging, and he follows it in a twisting, turning path, "Look out, Whisper!" The warning comes too late, however, and he grimaces, "Busker, Milkman. This thing is good. I'm going to try to keep it off Whisper while you drop it."

"I'll schedule you for remedial lessons, 'Cane, if we manage to make it back in one piece." (Cherry)

Calliope suppresses Raider1 with Ecm and succeeds.

Calliope suppresses Raider3 with Ecm and succeeds.

Raider3 attacks Stirling with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Weapon.

Astraea attacks Raider1 with Kew and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Van suppresses Raider3 with Kew and succeeds.

Raider1 attacks Aubrey with Kew but Aubrey EVADES EASILY!

Micah attacks Raider3 with Kew and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body.

Eva attacks Raider1 with Kew and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body.

Alain distracts Raider1 successfully.

Aubrey attacks Raider1 with Kew and HITS! Impaired wound to Nose.

Addison attacks Raider3 with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Cockpit.

Stirling attacks Raider3 with Kew but Raider3 EVADES!

Raider1 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Astraea, Eva, Aubrey)

Raider3 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Micah, Addison)

Stirling has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Raider3)

This time, Alain's distraction helps confuse the Cylon pilot enough that Aubrey lands a solid hit on the light raider, along with Eva and Astraea. Boom goes the enemy. "We're clear!" she calls over the comm.

Micah finally gets a hit. Finally. As his KEW lights up the raider in question, he flies past, not really knowing what happened to his nemesis. It's Stirling that he's focused on. It goes doubly when she's hit. "Whisper? Milkman? Busker here. I'm on your six. Let me know what your controls are doing. We'll park as long as you need a breather."

"Anytime, Milkman," Jigger's quick to reply, sounding practically cheerful as he burns away from the now-remains of the raider the rest of his team was focused on. It's not his kill, but he still celebrates it with a whoop of joy.

"Noted." Addison comments over the coms as he adds some fire to the spray collapsing in on the Raider trailing Stirling. With it downed, he loops over and settles in to wing formation again with his team.

Eva's fire, combined with Astraea's raptor's KEW are enough to tear through the body of the raptor, the viper, that much more nimble, managing to neatly avoid the raptor, though she does flash a grin at the scorpion pilot as the two women nearly meet in the middle. "Looks like we may need to run escort back for Whisper, Soundbite, form up on me? Cane."

"Copy that. Soundbite with you guys," Calliope pipes over the comms as she watches the blips of bandits disappear from her instrument read-outs. She swoops down and forms in with her fellows for the escort back.

The Raider's last gasp manages to hit Stirling's empty missile rack. It wasn't a bad hit, in and of itself, but the damage to the fire controls overloads the already-strained system, shorting things out. "Whisper, losing power. Going to try to set it down back by the base." There isn't a landing field there, per se, but there is an open grassy area that is what she's aiming for. As long as she can clear the trees.

Stirling rolls Piloting-8: Success (8 6 4)

Finally, Astraea's juking and weaving lines up a shot solid enough for Pitbull to cross fire with Cherry through the Raider's body. But the CAG. "Flight, Nova. I've got coordinates on th'CAG." But it's a hard area to run SAR in. Nova sounds breathless, unhappy. Anxious. It's a bad area to be shot down in. She pulls back and around. "Whisper, I'll fly overwatch an' make sure you're clear back. Pick you up if need be."

Van rolls his Viper inverted, coming down on the Raider he and Micah are chasing to spray a burst of tracers between it and Stirling's Raptor. Sadly, the maneuver takes precious time that the Raptor does not really have, and the Raider lands a hit. Thankfully, the hit does not look too bad... but then the CAG's wireless call comes in, and adrenaline jolts back into Van's system once more. "Whisper, Milkman, copy." He opens his mouth to say more, then remembers there are several Captains present, and changes what he was going to say, "Flight, Milkman, suggest two of us take top-cover while the rest stick close? Make sure that we aren't bounced on our way back?"

"Milkman, Cherry. 'Cane and I will handle it. Stick with your flight element." A moment later, Cherry moves to take the overwatch position, a glance offered towards Hurricane's viper.

Although Alain's silent over the comms, in his cockpit he's muttering a prayer as Whisper makes to find a safe place to land her raptor. He sticks with the flight, forming back up on Aubrey's wing, though he's watching DRADIS intently.

Aubrey stays alongside Alain's Viper, watching the skies around them for trouble while he keeps an eye on the CAG's progress.

Stirling doesn't respond immediately to the chatter about who's covering what - too busy trying not to smash into trees. She does manage to miss the treetops - no small miracle considering the sluggish controls and minimal engine power. The landing in the grassy field is rougher than she would have liked though. "Flight, Whisper. We're down in one piece. Mostly." There's a slight strain in her voice. "Nova, is there enough clearance to put down on the western side of the field?" It's harder to judge from the ground. "If not, we'll hoof it over to the Picon base. It's not far."

Astraea rolls Piloting: Great Success (8 7 7 6 6 5 5 1 1)

"Cherry, Cane. This is why I keep saying we need to put me on the CAGs wing. We all know I'll watch her better than most of you all." Addison's tone seems a bit amused as he talks over the comms, waiting until after confirmation of a safe set down before resuming the jokes.

While the others sort out overwatch, Nova sweeps in down closer to the tree line, beneath the thick clouds. She's quiet a moment as she focuses. "Whisper, Nova... I've got a clearin' about..." She provides the coordinates, not far out. It's a pretty narrow landing and a green plot wouldn't be able to manage it. Astraea's even probably cutting it close landing in such a tight spot. But to make sure their CAG isn't walking through potentially hostile territory? The Scorpian is willing to give it a shot. And then she's off, flipping VTOL engines once near, burning barren treetops as she angles in to set down. "Ready for pickup, sir." She'll keep engines hot while Pitbull sets up in the door with an SMG to wait guard.

"Cane? Busker. We all know that's true. I feel comfortable speaking for the wing when I say that it's not your eyes we're worried about." Micah, for his part, follows Stirling in, circling around when she's set down safelyish in the field. "It's the fact that you're awful at delivering mail as a punishment. Whisper? Above you. We'll keep eyes open until you get evaced."

Eva says, "I think the trouble is that you seem to have an unfortunate tendency to want to see her with your hands, 'Cane." Eva remains in position, ready to move into position if she needs to try to clear some of the ground cover for the landing. It's not really what a viper was meant to do, but hell, she's done crazier stuff in her life. Thankfully, the CAG manages the landing, and Nova is able to maneuver for the pickup., All that's left now, is to wait for the transfer and then to destroy the raptor that remains if it comes to that."

Calliope keeps an eye on Stirling as the CAG goes in for a landing, while her ECO continues to monitor the sky for stray toasters. She doesn't allow herself to relax even when none are reported. She has too many memories of her last tour in Picon airspace.

"Busker, Cane. Not all mail, just yours. Speaking of, you really should write a thank you note to your uncle. He sent you 100 cubits for your birthday." Addison's voice pipes back through before he adds, "Cherry; I told you about my braille reading in private."

"Copy all. We're heading there now," Stirling responds. If she hears any of the chatter about Hurricane, she pretends not to. Having wiped the flight control computer, she doesn't call for the Raptor's destruction. They're close enough to the Picon base that she's perhaps hoping they can send a truck over to pick it up. Instead, she and Wasp disembark from the battered Raptor, heading over to the spot for their pickup.

"Apologies, 'Cane'. We can discuss it later." Once the CAG and her ECO are safely away, and the SAR raptor is heading back to the base, only then will Eva lift up. And then, only to move back into position to monitor the skies for the all clear. She'll remain there, comfortably in position, until the raptor's touched down and the crews are safely away, before she'll return to base with whomever of the flight remained behind with her.

"Flight, this makes me glad I don't get any mail to begin with. I'd hate to hafta beat up 'Cane. He's got a pretty face." Astraea can join in the banter, too! At least while she waits for Whisper to make it aboard. Her ECO waits, watching over the ground side. The pilot herself waits... ready for take-off as soon as the CAG and Wasp are aboard.

"You can keep the 100 cubits as a tip for saving me from having to read his handwriting, Cane." Micah's reply comes with a laugh, circling until that SAR raptor begins RTBing. When it does with the precious cargo on board? He turns his viper to follow it, flying low with a casually expert hand. CAS was, after all, the man's bread and butter. As Astraea's comment fills his cabin, he can't help but laugh, glancing down at the marine dog tags tied to his flight console. They were from Picon. Some things... were just too weird to comment about.


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