tarsus
Rear Admiral
2659, August 9 1120 UTC
Flight sims, TCS Majestic
Nina Epinosa, Cyric Karde, Philip Bradford and Julianna Singh emerged from the space sim. They were on a hot streak, having finished off 2 waves of Hhriss and a Drakhai Gothri wing.
The score board for the simulator was now showing:
The pilots continued with their training routine and personal time. The four pilots met up for lunch. Nina was as usual looking fabulous, with a new hairstyle and a neatly pressed outfit. On the other end of the spectrum, Julianna was in her same sweats she would wear whenever she was off duty. Cyric was still glistening from his post sim workout, and Bradford was his cool self, still in uniform but top button open.
At lunch, Singh broke the ice: “Uh... guys... I got this mail, looks like we’re all CCed”
“Attention pilots,
You are cordially invited to attend the **Gemini Special Operations Task Force** (GSOTF) in the Nitir System, Due to your exemplary performance in the simulations. The first mission will be coordinated by Colonel Edgar DeVrees. Please clear an availability with your commanding officer special operations before accepting. The Mission details shall be divulged in person if you have accepted. Rendez-vous information is attached. Please reply by August 12th 1800h.
Sincerely,
Albert Steele, PhD, MASc, B.Sci, IA35F”
she read in an official voice, trailing off at the titles though.
Nina gave an unimpressed look while taking a sip of water, “Special Operations? That sounds like it could be interesting and dangerous.”.
“But why would they want US?” Julianna asked.
“My brilliant hair of course!” Nina winked and patted her new curls.
“Well let’s see what they want, we can always back out... I guess.” Julianna chewed on her sandwich at a faster pace while answering.
Nina understood her wit flew way too high over her friend's head, “Indeed. Let’s do that. Where do they want us to meet?”
“They said a shuttle might pick us up and that we are to bring minimal personal effects.” Julianna said.
“Well, I’m bringing my bikini then...” Espinoza winked.
Cyric joined in “Any details?”
“It’s white and strapless” Nina said.
“... about the mission, ma’am?”.
Julianna said “we all got the same email, unless the captain here got more...”
“It’s got sequins, nothing else.” Espinoza got one last joke in, seeing a harsh audience. “No they didn’t tell me anything either.”
Bradford was kicking back and enjoying the spectacle. He gave Nina a knowing nod.
All the pilots had no difficulty clearing the mission with their superior officers and replied accepting the mission the same day.
Flight sims, TCS Majestic
Nina Epinosa, Cyric Karde, Philip Bradford and Julianna Singh emerged from the space sim. They were on a hot streak, having finished off 2 waves of Hhriss and a Drakhai Gothri wing.
The score board for the simulator was now showing:
Name | Kills | Assist |
Capt. Nina “Zorro” Espinoza | 12 | 8 |
2nd Lt Cyric “Talon” Karde | 9 | 8 |
2nd Lt Philip “Iceblade” Bradford | 8 | 9 |
2nd Lt Julianna “Karen” Singh | 3 | 4 |
The pilots continued with their training routine and personal time. The four pilots met up for lunch. Nina was as usual looking fabulous, with a new hairstyle and a neatly pressed outfit. On the other end of the spectrum, Julianna was in her same sweats she would wear whenever she was off duty. Cyric was still glistening from his post sim workout, and Bradford was his cool self, still in uniform but top button open.
At lunch, Singh broke the ice: “Uh... guys... I got this mail, looks like we’re all CCed”
“Attention pilots,
You are cordially invited to attend the **Gemini Special Operations Task Force** (GSOTF) in the Nitir System, Due to your exemplary performance in the simulations. The first mission will be coordinated by Colonel Edgar DeVrees. Please clear an availability with your commanding officer special operations before accepting. The Mission details shall be divulged in person if you have accepted. Rendez-vous information is attached. Please reply by August 12th 1800h.
Sincerely,
Albert Steele, PhD, MASc, B.Sci, IA35F”
she read in an official voice, trailing off at the titles though.
Nina gave an unimpressed look while taking a sip of water, “Special Operations? That sounds like it could be interesting and dangerous.”.
“But why would they want US?” Julianna asked.
“My brilliant hair of course!” Nina winked and patted her new curls.
“Well let’s see what they want, we can always back out... I guess.” Julianna chewed on her sandwich at a faster pace while answering.
Nina understood her wit flew way too high over her friend's head, “Indeed. Let’s do that. Where do they want us to meet?”
“They said a shuttle might pick us up and that we are to bring minimal personal effects.” Julianna said.
“Well, I’m bringing my bikini then...” Espinoza winked.
Cyric joined in “Any details?”
“It’s white and strapless” Nina said.
“... about the mission, ma’am?”.
Julianna said “we all got the same email, unless the captain here got more...”
“It’s got sequins, nothing else.” Espinoza got one last joke in, seeing a harsh audience. “No they didn’t tell me anything either.”
Bradford was kicking back and enjoying the spectacle. He gave Nina a knowing nod.
All the pilots had no difficulty clearing the mission with their superior officers and replied accepting the mission the same day.
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