Flying High! (Pilots/Booth/Jaya/?)

[Maggie Lefebvre]

0900
Hallway-Hangar Bay
Meropis

Lt. Maggie Lefebvre finished her "breakfast"-a cup of coffee, and half an apple, as she walked down the hallway, chatting with some random, but VERY cute guy. He was an American, and a Marine of SOME kind...she had missed his rank, but whatever. His name patch read "Anderson," and he was SOO cute. BUT. She was going to be late, and she couldn't be late for THIS one! 

She arrived at the Hangar bay, dressed in her flight suit. By some miracle, or else some idiot's mistake she wasn't ABOUT to correct, she was going to be allowed to fly! Granted, it was a training exercise, and there'd be no fun stuff, like towers to buzz, or fields to flatten, but it was nice, anyway. She took the few minutes she had while waiting for the boys to fix her lipstick and give herself a little pep talk. 

Finally, the other pilots participating, as well as the spotter, Air Traffic controllers, and various spectators, began to trickle in. She flipped down sunnies to hide the nerves-she STILL felt the jitters just before taking a bird up, but she'd be fine as soon as she had her hands on the stick. Why was flying filled with innunedos?! No WONDER she'd been drawn to it. 

She smiled, though, and headed for Booth, who she'd been told would be spotting from the "ground", and checked in. 

Hello. Which one is mine? She smiled big, raised an eyebrow, and indicated the hangar doors with her chin. He was totally cute, but so far, she'd not been able to snag him. He'd been there that day she'd gotten Decker...maybe he was jealous?! Oh, well, no need for THAT, there was plenty of her to go around... 

OUTFIT: HERE; please pretend it's olive green TAGGED:Shawn Booth, Ryan DeckerRyan Decker, John Callaghan, @all!  , NOTES: I hate starting threads... , lyrics: P!nk.

[Shawn Booth]

0900
Hangar Bay
Meropis

Flight training exercises are always fun. Much more so when you're talking about human alien hybrid fighters, except the F-302 is mostly human built with some reverse engineered Goa'uld technology. Unlike the X-301 which was a retro-fitted Goa'uld death glider, that was a big mistake. The Major looked at the 302's in the hangar and watched as a few people started to walk in.

Hello. Which one is mine? The french pilot asked, Shawn knew her as Maggie and she is the equivalent to a Lieutenant but her rank is in french and hard enough to say.

"Well, you can pick except for the one with names on them. Some of them don't have names, you can choose any one of them. Just don't get comfortable until after the briefing." Shawn said, pilots were very picky and well type A personalities. They all had their own specific jet's or sometimes even helicopters. Shawn flew both over ten different types of Air Force aircraft from blackhawks to the F-16's and the F-302 was the latest although that wasn't much of a joyride, it was a short one to escape from monsters on an inter-universal spaceship.

Shawn was only in Meropis on a few different occasions as he is the XO of the Sun Tzu. He knows the Sun Tzu like the back of his hand after getting lost on a few different occasions. Meropis though, like Atlantis being the size of Manhattan, is easy enough to get lost in. Shawn waited around for everyone else to arrive before going over the agenda on a few different flight exercises.

<Tag: Ryan Decker Maggie Lefebvre Dylan Hawkins Any other pilots...>

[Ryan Decker]

0901
Hanger Bay
Meropis

Decker had been somewhat waiting for this for the past few days, as much as he very much enjoyed his job on the Sun Tzu the chance to fly, and the change to fly F-302s at that was one he wouldn't pass up. He'd woken up early to make sure his subordinates could keep everything going, and mostly he was excited, he was just a big kid at heart and he couldn't deny that, at least to himself. He stuffed his X-Wing key chain into one of his pockets before he'd come down, he also as he always did for training keep a red armband on himself, he was hopefully going to live up to his call sign today.

Ryan walked down towards the hanger; face mask attacked to helmet, most pilots wouldn't but it was one of his things. He walked into the hanger and he smirked as he saw who was there, the damn blonde French woman, hmm would he be shooting her down or her wing man, he honestly would like to she was she was like, at flying and try to shoot her down. He strode in, Major Booth was there as expected."Going up today Major?" He asked, before turning to Maggie and giving her a Frenziedly smile while waiting for the Major's reply. "Also, if we are flying as blue and red, I would very much dibs red team, red two in particular If I'm not leader." He was going to have his day, he always felt he flew better as red two or red leader, it just fit him.

<TAG:Shawn Booth, Maggie Lefebvre, Dylan Hawkins, other pilots>

[Dylan Hawkins]

0905
Hanger Bay
Meropis


Dylan entered the Meropis hangar. He didn’t like being down here, normally. He always felt unsafe. Naked, without his bird nearby. Today was different, though. Today he had brought his plane down. If trouble arrived he could at least defend himself.

Now to the bad part. He had to put on his flight instructor hat again. By God, how he had loathed that assignment. At the time, he did it anyway. He was a man of the Navy, and he did as the Navy demanded of him.

"Alright, Nuggets, for that is all that you are until you can safely fly my birds. I don't care wether you're an ace or have never flown anything other than a trainer. You haven't flown these babies. Behind you are F-302 Fighter-Interceptors. Earth's first successful space fighter. Every last one of them is more valuable to me than all of you combined. Break one of my babies and I WILL break you. Do you understand me?" Dylan shouted across the hangar, making sure everybody heard him, and using the booming tone he had picked up when he was an instructor at NAS Corpus Christi.

"Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, on the board next to me you will see your assignments, along with the names of your co-pilots who will take over the moment I give that command.” he continued.

“Decker, you and me are OPFOR. Red One and Two respectively. But the same goes for you. Scratch my babies and I’ll scratch you.” he then said. “You there, Weiner. You’re with me. Everyone else, look at the board, get your assignments, and get to your designated plane.” he was finished now.

He walked towards the lead plane, climbed the ladder and got in the cockpit. He looked the rest do the same, and started to go through the pre-flight checklist. When that was all done, he put on his helmet and fired her up.

[Maggie Lefebvre]

0906
Hangar Bay
Meropis

She smiled winningly at Decker. What the hell was his problem, couldn't he SEE she was trying to score?! Unless he wanted a round two, in which case, well...after this.

"Also, if we are flying as blue and red, I would very much dibs red team, red two in particular If I'm not leader. She nodded, and replied.

It's your call, Lt. I don't much care, I usually take right flank... This allowed her to sneak in unnoticed, and manuever from below. Was it sneaky? Yep. Was it fun? You bet your bottom. Was it protocol? Hell no! And Maggie liked it like that! She turned back to Booth, and gave him an even MORE brilliant smile. Thank you for your help, Major... She absently, but not entirely innocently, tossed some hair over her shoulder. It SHOULD be up, probably, but YOU fit a bun or ponytail in a flight helmet and then you could talk.

She wandered away, to find her flight helmet and harass the other pilots. She was full of adrenaline-not only was she SUPER excited to be up in a bird, but she was also the only female pilot currently on base, a fact that gave her more joy than anyone would ever understand. Then, a new guy entered. Hello! Why hadn't she noticed him before?! Oh, right, the Sun-Tzu. They'd still been in orbit when she'd Gated over. Well. No time like the present. He was HOT, too, and the right age. Oh, boy. He spoke.

Alright, Nuggets, for that is all that you are until you can safely fly my birds. I don't care wether you're an ace or have never flown anything other than a trainer. You haven't flown these babies. Behind you are F-302 Fighter-Interceptors. Earth's first successful space fighter. Every last one of them is more valuable to me than all of you combined. Break one of my babies and I WILL break you. Do you understand me? Haha, right. A cocky American who thought because he'd gotten training in the middle of the Nevada desert, he was an "aviator." Well, SHE'D been trained in Devil's Island. One isn't an aviator until one is forcibly ejected over an island of cannibalistic natives with only a long knife, uniform, and the contents of her flight suit pockets for survival. She was still here, wasn't she?! Granted, they weren't exactly cannibals now, what with the introduction of French troops and British prisoners, but the point still stood. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, on the board next to me you will see your assignments, along with the names of your co-pilots who will take over the moment I give that command. Decker, you and me are OPFOR. Red One and Two respectively. But the same goes for you. Scratch my babies and I’ll scratch you...You there, Weiner. You’re with me. Everyone else, look at the board, get your assignments, and get to your designated plane. Maggie just shook her head. Americans. She took on a look of "helpless female," though, and crossed to the board. She spoke to Hawkins, her trademark flirty, sassy smirk on her pretty face.

Ensigne De Vassieau Lefebvre, she started, making her accent a bit heavier than was necessary. I am new here. Who exactly is Childers? Childer's was going to be her co-pilot. Well, correction-he BETTER be her co-pilot. Maggie didn't fly second to anyone but Mike these days; she'd earned her wings, and she was gonna be damned if some idiot American with a hard-on for "Freedom fries" was going to take it away from her. Flying made her a little bit bitchy; she was normally calm due mostly to the fact she cared less than she should for any sort of actual work.

He pointed the man out, and she smiled. Perfect! He was hot, and looked dopey enough to run the sonar properly. That was a good sign. She headed for the man, who was already getting the bird checked out, introduced herself in her usual way-rank, and name-and then headed for the Radar table. She checked in with Bakshi, and then returned to her plane. She climbed in, glad to see she DID have the lead seat. She ran her checklists, refreshed her lipstick, and then waited for the go signal. When Hawkins gave the signal, she shut the door, and let out a deep breath. It was Go time.

Tag:Ryan Decker, Dylan Hawkins, Shawn Booth, and whomever else is gonna do this! Get those planes up, Maggie wants to GO!!

[Shawn Booth]

0906
Hangar Bay
Meropis

It appeared as though everyone was here, Lieutenant Commander Hawkings seemed to take control, he did all the talking for Booth. "Alright, Nuggets, for that is all that you are until you can safely fly my birds. I don't care wether you're an ace or have never flown anything other than a trainer. You haven't flown these babies. Behind you are F-302 Fighter-Interceptors. Earth's first successful space fighter. Every last one of them is more valuable to me than all of you combined. Break one of my babies and I WILL break you. Do you understand me?" Booth smiled, pilots and their aircraft... Booth is no different though, he was mostly a career pilot afterall.

"Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, on the board next to me you will see your assignments, along with the names of your co-pilots who will take over the moment I give that command.” He continued... “Decker, you and me are OPFOR. Red One and Two respectively. But the same goes for you. Scratch my babies and I’ll scratch you.” he then said. “You there, Weiner. You’re with me. Everyone else, look at the board, get your assignments, and get to your designated plane.”

"Alright everyone, now that you've been briefed... go get in your F-302 and get comfortable. Launch before I say too and I will have you shot out of the sky. Let me know when you're all ready." Booth shouted as people were already getting in their space fighters before Booth said too.

<Tag: Ryan Decker Dylan Hawkins Maggie Lefebvre>

[Ryan Decker]

0907
Hanger Bay
Meropis

It seemed booth had shrugged off his comment, no matter he'd bring it up with Hawkins of he was given the opening. But Maggie replied with a tacit somewhat befitting her nature, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve, all he needed for one of them was someone dumb enough to follow someone stupid enough to fly right at him, maybe Hawkins was mad, he sure hoped so. "It's your call, Lt. I don't much care, I usually take right flank..." Decker could only imagine what she thought of more conventional tactics, he would probably find out.

She said something else to Major Booth but Hawkins had walked in and already had asserted himself. "Alright, Nuggets, for that is all that you are until you can safely fly my birds. I don't care wether you're an ace or have never flown anything other than a trainer. You haven't flown these babies. Behind you are F-302 Fighter-Interceptors. Earth's first successful space fighter. Every last one of them is more valuable to me than all of you combined. Break one of my babies and I WILL break you. Do you understand me?" He was the closest thing Australia had had to an ace since at least the Korean war, but he wasn't sure if killing alien space/air superiority fighters in space or the upper atmosphere counted, he sure as hell felt they did.

He just nodded at Hawkins as he addressed everyone. "Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, on the board next to me you will see your assignments, along with the names of your co-pilots who will take over the moment I give that command.” Decker wasn't one for rear seat flying, it wasn't the same, but still he'd play ball. 

“Decker, you and me are OPFOR. Red One and Two respectively. But the same goes for you. Scratch my babies and I’ll scratch you.” he then said. “You there, Weiner. You’re with me. Everyone else, look at the board, get your assignments, and get to your designated plane.” He nodded. "Yes sir." He turned, tome to go find his co pilot when Booth yelled out.

"Alright everyone, now that you've been briefed... go get in your F-302 and get comfortable. Launch before I say too and I will have you shot out of the sky. Let me know when you're all ready."

Walking towards the board, he found his 302's number and who he was to be flying with, Jack Cromwell, well that sounded more British than American, but maybe he was a pom. He walked towards 'his' 302 as he got his helmet and amsk loosely on. walking towards the ladder to the pilot seat he turn as a hand grabbed him on the shoulder. "Flying Officer Jack Cromwell Flight."  Ah good, he was, now they had a real chance. "Ryan Decker, you ready to show these yanks, and the french woman?" The flying officer smiled. "Oh, lets teach them a thing or two about the legend of the thin blue line." Ryan patted the man's shoulder. "Lets do it mate." They climbed up into the bird and sat down getting themselves ready, and beginning pre-flight.

as the 302 came alive and got ready, he spoke to his co pilot. "so you a natural second seater or get stuffed back there for me?" There was a few second pause, no doubt he was finishing something off. "Nah, I'm normally a two, but I can fly first." Ah yes, he knew that feeling. "Well, you all done back there?" a few more seconds past he signaled yes. Decker then double checked his own and then radio in. "Red Two to flight Control, we are ready." now all he had to do was wait, mostly.

<TAG:Dylan Hawkins, Maggie Lefebvre, Shawn Booth>

[Maggie Lefebvre]

0910
Hangar Bay
Meropis

Maggie gave a few quick orders to the man behind her.

Keep us high and tight, ok? And watch my flank; I am not sure I fully trust these Americans. Finally, we're gonna show them how a REAL pilot files. They may be good, but I am a woman. My reflexes are faster. The man just nodded; he had expected the Frenchwoman to be thusly. He pressed some buttons, and signaled they were ready. She waited for Booth, though not FULLY (sorry, Booth), and then took a deep breath. She was focused, and careful-the complete 180 of the woman she was on the ground. She hoped this would be a little "physical education" for these guys...it usually WAS, though.

Alright everyone, now that you've been briefed... go get in your F-302 and get comfortable. Launch before I say too and I will have you shot out of the sky. Let me know when you're all ready. She nodded, and radioed after Decker was finished.

Red Two to flight Control, we are ready. Red two?! She just shook her head.

This is Barbie and Dopey to flight Control; cocked, locked, and ready to rock. Come on, Booth, make it snappy! She had some flying to do!

She moved to her position, gently coasting the plane and getting ready. It was almost better than sex, and certainly far more dangerous.

Tag:Ryan Decker, Shawn Booth, @dhawkins, all.

[Shawn Booth]

0915
Hangar Bay
Meropis

After sitting around and seeing all of the pilots and co-pilots take their seats, Shawn decides to take a seat at his workstation and places his headset on as he hears everyone saying their ready. Everyone is in place and now is as good time as any to let them get in the air.

"Flight Control to all pilots, you have permission to begin training, Godspeed."

Shawn just left it at that as he allowed them time to get in the air before they begin the training exercises, of course they will take their time and Shawn isn't in a rush. Pilots like to fly, Shawn is no different except he is a Major and the XO on the Sun Tzu, he isn't a main pilot anymore... not like the old days.

<Tag: Dylan Hawkins, Ryan Decker, Maggie Lefebvre... Aear Charter if you want to participate as a potentially hostile unknown vessel feel free, just make sure you tell Major Booth before going in the air. Tim "Dragon" Law, feel free to join the rest of the pilots in the air as well.>

[Dylan Hawkins]

0915
Hangar Bay
Meropis

"Baseplate, Apollo. Requesting clearance for take-off" Dylan said in his mic to ask for permission to take off from the ship's XO, who was operating as flight controller today. It was a funny sight, the Commander had to admit. It wasn't every day that an XO would take on that role.

"Copy that, Baseplate. All pilots, follow me out" he then said, first to the XO and then to the other pilots in another channel. He also had a channel with his wingman for today, Decker. He'd never seen him fly. He was always at the Weapons Station, while Hawkins would be found in the hangar bay.

Then he increased the throttle slowly, and started to move the floating craft out of the open hangar. Once he was out and clear of the ship he increased speed quickly, and made a one-eighty so that he could watch the others come out. The way someone took off could tell the Commander quite a few things he'd need to know about these nuggets.

[Maggie Lefebvre]

0915
Hangar Bay
Meropis

Maggie completed her visual checks-a sweep of the console told her she was flying a plane similar to a Tomcat. She'd flown only a few; Rafales were different. She also listened to the chatter over the radios, but didn't join in. She didn't yet feel like she was part of the pilots' "club"-being on an offworld team with not much to do when she was on base didn't leave her much time to ingrain herself to them...Decker aside, of course.

She heard Hawkins' orders, and prepared to go.

Copy that, Baseplate. All pilots, follow me out... She pulled the shield down on her helmet, and began to coast the plane towards the pad. FINALLY! A few minutes later, she was in position, waiting her turn to take off. She pulled up and out gently, but with JUST enough force-not showing off, but one of her best take-offs yet. She smiled to herself. This was going to be so nice. She was careful to keep herself in formation, at least until she knew how the others reacted. Sailing softly, she adjusted the throttle, and took the right flank, where she felt the most comfortable. What would the first exercise be?!

Tag:Dylan Hawkins, Ryan Decker, Shawn Booth

[Ryan Decker]

0917
Hanger Bay
Meropis

Decker waited as everyone else called in ready, it was still weird, awkward even to hear once everyone was checked in Booth's reply, what was it with American's and the use of 'godspeed', they were only doing training after all. Decker asked his copilot for one last check. "You understand were forming up on the sly, no give away of our little tricks not until we get into the fighting part, lets do this as by the book as we can until then." He got an affirmative and everyone was just about to take off, Hawkins first.

"Baseplate, Apollo. Requesting clearance for take-off" There was a short break and Booth replied with his favorite little ending word. "Copy that, Baseplate. All pilots, follow me out" Decker waited and watch as Hawkins took, off very profession not quite 110% regulation, but with the experience he knew Hawkins had and even he and probably quite a lot of the other had, perfectly regulation take off were time consuming and often left you more vulnerable than being slightly more aggressive.

Hawkins flew out first followed by a few others then it was his turn, he made a very nearly perfect, stale take off, 'keep your secrets' he thought to himself. As they flew out they formed up into formation, it was certainly going to be interesting seeing Maggie fly, he had a feelings she was one of the most aggressive pilots, of her interpersonal behavior was any guide. He watched the other carefully seeing if he was picking up patterns or styles he could exploit later on, mostly he was trying to win, every pilot wanted to win.

<TAG: Maggie Lefebvre, Dylan Hawkins, Shawn Booth, any one else >