MD #166: And This Is Why We Train
And This Is Why We Train
Summary: Rowan hits the Sims with Gloria, it doesn't start well
Date: 21/09/2017
Related Logs: None
Rowan Gloria 
Flight Simulators - Deck 2 - Battlestar Orion
The Air Wing has access to flight simulators to train pilots off the ground in combat manoeuvres and situations that are hard to replicate with regular dogfight practicing and this is their home. A very large rectangular room, the hatch opens up beside the bank of computers that control the simulations and what is seen by the individuals when training sessions are in progress. The sims are actual cockpits cut out of old frames and installed here to function exactly as the real thing, right down to oxygen plugs for suits. The screens of the old days are still there but rarely used, and in each helmet the crews see a projected hyper-realistic depiction of the combat environment and what their cockpits look like with any incurred damage. There are two Vipers, two Predators, and two full-cabin Raptors available.
08/04/2049

Rowan is never late to the sims. She arrives, a little spring in her step, excited to do something that isn't PT. Yeah, it's war. But she hasn't seen that much of it first-hand. She's in her flight suit, helmet tucked under one arm. She comes through the hatch and goes straight to a Raptor frame, petting it gently.

The petting earns Rowan a brief look from one of the techs, but then Gloria appears through the hatch and it's time to get to business. She too has her flight suit on with her helmet ready, and seeing Rowan ahead of her she gestures to the frame, "shall we?" Once inside she straps into the seat, plugs in the holo display, and starts powering up her boards. So far the screen is blank.

Rowan pops her helmet on, sealing the gorget. She gives Gloria a thumbs up. "Hell yeah. Let's play some video games." She climbs into the frame, straps herself in, and starts going over the pre-flight checklist.

Gloria is not particularly taken with the description of the training as a video game, but she's not going to call the young pilot on it right now. Not until she's watched how she works. Once the pre-flights are done with the screen starts to countdown slowly from 5. Once it hits 0 there's a two second pause and then an urban landscape appears. A colonial city, indeterminate in name, but decaying and falling to rubble. Buildings still stand in the streets, but they've been long abandoned, and few have windows or roofs left. Then, before anyone has time to settle the DRADIS explodes into a flurry of activity that has Gloria calling sharply, "multiple lock-ons! Trying to isolate."

"Is this what the cities look like now?" This is the first time Rowan has had an urban scenario in a simulation. She's flying steady, but with a surprisingly light touch. She mutters softly to herself as she mans the helm, trying to remember what everything does. Raptors have a lot more fiddly buttons than civilian craft. "I hear you, Dodona. Flying smart."

<COMBAT> Gloria suppresses Tank1 with Ecm. > <successful>
<COMBAT> Rowan passes.
<COMBAT> Tank3 attacks Rowan with 120mm Main and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Tank2 takes careful aim at Rowan.
<COMBAT> Tank1 attacks Rowan with 120mm Main - Moderate wound to Engine.

"Wouldn't know," Gloria notes back, in a tone that suggests she hasn't looked up to see out of the cockpit, "okay I have two targets, no, three, one's hiding itself. Tanks by the look of things, closest is about half a click up the main drag to the north. Arming missiles." As the raptor judders at the simulated impact she scans the boards and calls "damage to the conventional engine but nothing to worry about yet, FTL is undamaged and spooling." You know, just in case.

Rowan lets out a squeak of surprise as they're hit. She clears her throat. Hopefully Gloria didn't hear that. "Thanks, Dodona. Heading there now to drop some bombs. What am I supposed to say in a combat situation? I don't know the words." She's babbling a bit, but she's working fast and flying evenly enough.

<COMBAT> Tank1 takes careful aim at Rowan.
<COMBAT> Tank2 attacks Rowan with 120mm Main - Serious wound to Engine.
<COMBAT> Rowan uses a Bomb Racks!
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Close To Carballa-5880n - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Carballa-5880n - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Carballa-5880n - ARMOR on Turret stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Carballa-5880n - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Carballa-5880n - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Tank2 - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Tank2 - Moderate wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Tank2 - Critical wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Gloria attacks Tank2 with Missile Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Tank3 attacks Rowan with 120mm Main - Moderate wound to Body.

<COMBAT> Raptor-3852j has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Rowan has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Gloria has been KO'd!

"Right now you're supposed to keep focused and not distract me with questions," Gloria replies, although not unkindly, "there's time for Q&A later." Whether she was distracted or not, or if she just didn’t have as good a line on her target as she hoped, her missile goes wide, slamming into a nearby building before exploding and causing it to partially collapse into the street. There's no time to curse though, as two missiles plough into the raptor, another to the engines which ruptures the fuel lines, and then one to the body which just sets cooks everything off. As the sim's lights readjust back to normal a couple of the techs are looking highly amused, but the senior one does offer over the comm, "you guys want to run something else while you're here? You've got the whole hour."

"Sorry…" Rowan seems genuinely embarrassed. "Well, that sucked." She's shaking a little. Sims can be scary realistic. "Can we try again? With less fail?"

The techs nod and start loading up another programme, smirks still very much in in evidence. Still, the code runs and it's that same countdown from five, the same two second pause, and then they're in mountains. Well, in valleys between mountains. Again it's hard to say exactly where they are, other than there's snow on the ground covering everything but the rocks in a thick white blanket. With no instant warnings this time Gloria takes a few moments to scan the area before the first tell tail signs of trouble appear. "Okay, I'm reading one lock on, bearing 056, going to see if I can jam."

"All right, then. Let's blow them up before they blow us up." Heron needs to work on her professional bearing. She dives down, going in low and fast like she's been instructed to do in the past.

<COMBAT> Gloria suppresses Forge1 with Ecm. > <successful>
<COMBAT> Rowan uses a Bomb Racks!
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Forge-0053r - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Forge-0053r - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Forge-0053r - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Forge-0053r - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Forge-0053r - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Forge-0053r - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Forge-0053r - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Forge-0053r - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Forge-0053r - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Forge2 - Moderate wound to Right Leg.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Forge2 - Light wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Forge2 - Moderate wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Forge2 - Moderate wound to Left Foot.
<COMBAT> Forge2 attacks Rowan with RAIDER KEW - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Forge1 takes careful aim at Rowan.

<COMBAT> Forge2 has been KO'd!

"Nice shooting kid," Gloria calls as the forge sight disappears from her screen, "we're not clear yet though I'm afraid. It has a friend, and they've got a lock on us, jamming now, but it's had a while to get us in it's sights."

Rowan lets out a little whoop as she banks and turns, going in for another run. "That's how it's done," she says, grinning. "My Mum makes the best frakking jam, did you know that? Speaking of jamming, I mean. Seriously."

<COMBAT> Rowan uses a Bomb Racks!
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Far From Forge-0944i - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Forge-0944i - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Forge-0944i - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Gloria suppresses Forge1 with Ecm. > <successful>
<COMBAT> Forge1 uses a Missile Aa!
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Very Far From Raptor-8981j - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raptor-8981j is not hit by shrapnel.

<COMBAT> Forge-0944i has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Forge1 has been KO'd!

As the simulator code rocks the displays as the missile hits Gloria calls out, "just the paintwork, maybe a dent." Then, as the second forge blinks out she's about to offer her congratulations before she spots something else on her screen. "Oooookay. Turns out they both had a big brother. Another lock on, two clicks north west. We'll be in bomb range in about a minute, but I'll see what i can do with a missile before then."

"I read you, northwest." As she starts to fly that way, she asks, "Wait, I haven't seen one of these dudes before. Do they have any special moves?" She's still talking about this like it's a video game. "I mean, they're like bigger forges, right?"

<COMBAT> Gloria attacks Saber1 with Missile Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Rowan passes.
<COMBAT> Saber1 takes careful aim at Rowan.

"I'll send you a list of specs, and you can do me a comparison essay on them for next session," Gloria replies, "but for now, think missile truck, radar truck, and command truck, rather than all in one for the little ones." Her shot is terrible, but then she's not the best aim out there. "They're firing!" she warns, right before she sends another missile streaming away from eh underside of the raptor.

The craft wobbles a bit as Rowan is distracted by the prospect of an essay. "Wait, there's essays?" This seems to horrify her more than the death machines. "It's fancy, but it's gonna be a crater soon."

<COMBAT> Gloria attacks Saber1 with Missile Ap - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Saber1 uses a MISSILE AA!
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Raptor-8981j - Serious wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - Serious wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Gloria - Moderate wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Rowan uses a Bomb Racks!
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Saber-9049f - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Saber1 - Serious wound to Right Leg.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Saber1 - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Saber1 - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Saber1 - Light wound to Abdomen.

"Definite hit," Gloria calls, "but it's still got us locked on." Her board goes red for a moment, then settles into flashing yellow patches. "We don't want to try and hit atmo until we get some holes patched, but all systems good to fly." With the mountain valleys flashing past there's a clear view of a small circle of trucks that seem to have been hit by Rowan's bombs, but there's still figures scurrying about, and the tracking dish is still spinning.

"I haven't covered mid-flight repairs yet." Rowan banks, coming in for another run. She grits her teeth as the Raptor makes noises she's not quite familiar with. Probably damage. Right?

"If it's structural, pray to Hephaestus you've a knuckledragger onboard, that or work out where you can jump to that won't stress the frame too much. Always used to have the nearest airbase dialled in." Not so much use now sadly, but such is life. "Okay, lets see if we can get the drop on this frakker."

<COMBAT> Gloria attacks Saber1 with Missile Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Rowan uses a Bomb Racks!
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Far From Saber-9049f - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Saber-9049f - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Saber1 uses a MISSILE AA!
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Pretty Close To Raptor-8981j - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-8981j - ARMOR on Engine stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Saber1 has been KO'd!

Bombs. Missiles. That Saber is now a smoking crater. Rowan makes the Raptor 'dance'. "Looking good. Looking soooooo good." Her grin is audible over the intercom.

"Reading no new contacts," Gloria confirms once the saber site's signature vanishes from the DRADIS. "Looks like we're clear so lets RTB." Not that she stops scanning though, not until the screens fade again and they're returned tot he present day. Unstrapping herself and doffing her helmet she offers another, "good shooting," before noting, "I was serious about that essay though. That’s the kind of thing you should be reading about in your own time. Get to know the weapons that'll be used against you. Makes it easier to beat them."

Rowan pops her helmet seal and scratches her head. "Ugh, I had the worst itch." She stops for a moment when Dodona tells her she was serious about the essay. "Are you se—" she catches herself, and unstraps herself from the harness. "I mean yes, sir."

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