AWD #427: Assault and Battery
Assault and Battery
Summary: A short, sweet and violent encounter in the flight sims.
Date: 21/08/2016
Related Logs: None
Epiphany Alejandro Agrippa Bran Jason Buchanan 
Flight Simulators
The Air Wing has access to flight simulators to train pilots off the ground in combat maneuvers and situations that are hard to replicate with regular dogfight practicing and this is their home. A 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. In front of each cockpit, complete with armored glass, are LCD screens that cover most of the front view to the front and above. There are two Vipers, two Predators, and one full-cabin Raptor available.
Wed Mar 08 2006

Simulator sessions. They've been damn near constant. And for the Viper sticks? They're on top of all that added PT. Great time to be in the Air Wing! The Major is in the computer banks of the simulator suite. She's in her blues… which means she's not likely to be taking part in the exercise today. Nope. Instead, the woman is preparing it. There's a few frames up and humming already. The two Predators being included in that count. A beverage cart with a fresh carafe of coffee already waits and the CAG has a mug close at hand. Various data runs across the display she's at. Likely tweaking the program that will be run.

Having been transferred Crandall for a couple of months to assist with the new air wing there, Agrippa has finally been sent back to the Orion, right on time for the mandatory PT sessions for the pilots. Luckily, the young Viper jock is not one to shy away from physical training, in fact he enjoys it. Simulator time is also another item high on his list, as it also improves survival as a pilot. So when the slot opens up, especially with the LadyCAG running the show, Punchdrunk signs his name up for the session and now is present and accounted for.

Buchanan is in attendence as well. Apparently thriving under the pressure of additional Simulations and the extra PT. Though her lack of expression and somewhat stoic demenour doesn't make that too obvious. She's currently standing near one of the Predator frames, dressed in a flightsuit, her helmet in one hand, the other tucked behind her back. Dark eyes staring at a blank spot on the wall, apparently just content to stand and wait for orders.

Making his way into the simulator room, Jason looks thoughtful as he nods to those present. Flight suit on, he moves over towards the other Predator frame, patting it gently.

Lukas Bran stops toying with an adjustable flap on his flight suit's wrist and glances up from where he stands, securing the piece of fabric with the thumb and index finger of his opposite hand. He's been there, quiet, for some time now but there are more people now, too. From the drink cart, he plucks free a drink and finishes it up before stepping forward. His helmet is taken up in the process. There's a grunt from the bear-sized man. "So what's the poison for today?" he asks.

"Alright kids," Epiphany offers in a droll sort of tone into the mic by the system she's at. "You're being sent to take out some AAA's. There's some known Raider activity in the area. Buchanan, Springthorpe, you're in the Preds. Agrippa, I want you in a Viper frame." She's quiet a second, keying a couple things in. "Bear, I want you with Buchanan. Superstar will get the AI. You'll be dropping in a couple minutes out. Open skies and fields. Known Raider activity in the area, in intermittent patrols."

As the assignments are handed out by Epiphany, Agrippa listens without question or objections as he is assigned the Viper unit. When the task for the day is to take out some hardened AAA site, Punchdrunk can't help but wince inwardly as those are usually nasty missions, flying towards teeth rather than away. Looking towards the ones that will be in the Predators, he offers them a nod of confidence, "I'll do my best to keep your sixes clear." Then he's ready to hop in the Viper simpod when given the green light.

Buchanan doesn't even blink as the orders are given. She sort of scans the room to find the Bran person she'll be flying with, but after a moment, just glances over in Agrippa's direction, giving him a slight nod. Then silently she pulls her helmet on and gets into the Predator, settling herself in the Pilots seat and getting to work on preflight checks. She's not as familiar with this set up, so it takes her a bit longer than usual to get things going.

Alejandro arrives, having been detained to deal with an issue on Deck that required his attention. He's in his flight suit and carrying his helmet as he arrives. The first thing he does is look over the chamber to see who is here and where they are placed, then he goes to check in with Epiphany to see if the Major has any instructions for him before he'll sort out where he'll go, or if she only wants him to observe.

Nodding as he hears the instructions, Jason nods. "Got it," he replies, before he looks towards the others. A brief grin is offered to Agrippa, before he moves into the Predator, going through his little preparations.

Bran looks from one to the other, opens his mouth to say further, and then chooses against at the last moment. That just leaves him looking momentarily blank before he's all blinking and shifting his weight to pace himself in his pilot's direction. "Looks like I'll be your backseater for today's events. I'll be sure to keep us in one piece," pause, "Maybe." He could say more, and starts to, but opts out in favor of loading himself into the Predator's frame at the rear.

"Hobo," the Major greets, easily. She's getting the final setup into place. The screens in the simulators start to flicker to life, but nothing is displayed just yet. "There's another Viper up and running if you want to jump in. Preds are tasked with taking out an AAA site with known Raider patrols." Then, into the mic, so the others can hear: "Captain Salazar is flight lead for this exercise."

"Sounds good to me. If you want to give flight lead to someone else though, to let say … Agrippa have some practice, I'm good with that Major. I can fly support or whatever you prefer." Alejandro goes to find the last unused viper frame and get into it, securing his helmet and starting his preflight check.

Buchanan looks over as Bran gets into her Predator. She stares at him silently for a moment, then gives him a quick nod. Not very chatty, this one. She turns away, letting him get on with whatever preflight prep he has, while she continues with her own. The Scorpian does manage a slightly belated, "Yes, sir" into her headset when the Major's orders come through.

Already in his Viper frame, Agrippa is going through the start up procedure, making sure all lights are green on the checklist. Some say it's like riding a bike, once you've learned to fly the Viper, it's hard to forget when you get back on the saddle. Though he is still getting settled in having returned to the Orion not too long ago, this particular Viper jock is eager to get back into the swing of things and having the Viper frame around him is rather comforting, and encouraging. "This is Punchdrunk, all systems green on my board. Ready for action."

Leaning back a bit in his seat, Jason grins momentarily to himself. "Hello, old friend…" he mutters, as he gets ready now. Waiting for things to start, he humms a little to himself. "Superstar here, all systems ready. Let's do this!"

Bran leans forward to look out and to the rest of the world. With his pilot, Buchanan, not speaking up in reply, the man holds a hand under his chin and gestures a suicide-by-handgun motion. It's probably a gesture for the Major to see. Then, it's back to sitting forward and keying a handful of systems. His reports are clipped and casual; systems green and reporting back to him normal. "Is it me, or are you nervous up there? Don't be. You'll be fine."

"Well, Punchdrunk in command it is. Systems go in 3…2…" On '1,' the controls and frames come to light. They're in low-atmo, streaming across an Aerilon landscape. The batteries aren't on DRADIS just yet, but ECO intel reports that they're close. No sign of Raider activity at the moment. Epiphany does snort faintly at Bran's gesture and something does come up on his display: 'Be nice.'

"Flight, Hobo. Radio check, Over." Salazar has finished his preflight checks and when the boards light up with green to go, his viper punches out with the rest to spew forth out into the simulated star scape over Aerilon. It's getting to be a very familiar sight for the Captain. He keeps his ears open in the event Punchdrunk has orders for his position - otherwise he'll flank the other viper to fly off of Agrippa's wing for the entry and keep his eyes sharp. Two Predators to keep safe and only two vipers. This might be fun.

As the flight of two Predators and two Vipers form up on sim-space, Agrippa takes a look to make sure all are accounted for and when the radio calls come in that everyone is good to go, he speaks up being the designated lead for this mission. "This is Lead, let's keep our formations tight until we get closer, should make us harder to spot. Hobo, you fly cover for Superstar, I'll get Mimic. Good shooting, let's paste that AAA site and depart, quick and easy." Though in his experience, AAA missions are anything but easy, but morale needs to be maintained.

Jason nods as he hears what's being said, glancing around briefly before focusing on the task at hand. "Do try to keep up, Hobo," he offers, a bit lightly, as he keeps his attention on the task in front of them.

Buchanan gives Bran a look over her shoulder. Her expressionless dark eyes don't seem to be nervous. Not even in the slightest. She doesn't even actually reply to him, just looks away and focuses on her controls as the Simulation begins. The Predator wobbles slightly, but the Ensign manages to steady it pretty sharply, and it's smooth sailing. She verbalises her radio check, but aside from that, there's silence from the Scorpian, watching the skies and her console.

Bran inhales. Bran exhales. He can play nice, but his wife has been rubbing off on him. The unsettling mixture of boredom and anticipation is something of a challenge. It doesn't help that he is being stared at currently. Bear slowly blinks back at Mimic. His gaze carefully drops with a shake of the head and he cycles through a feed of signals bouncing into and out from the Predator surrounding them. Looking back up, Aerilon in the background streaks by at his flanks. He smiles.

DRADIS begins to report. Two batteries ahead. Decent housing. Looks like there may be centurions on the ground, but that's no concern to the pilots. Not in this scenario. They just might get the added bonus of shrapnel getting some toasters. So far, no sign of Raiders, but their intel did they patrols are intermittent…

"Punchdrunk, Hobo. I copy. *followed by a laugh* I think I can do that, Superstar, over." Alejandro is amused as they are breaking through atmo and coming down into Aerlion, he's watching his HUD and DRADIS. He's keeping his eyes and ears sharp.

As they break through into the atmosphere and closer to their targets, the hostile blips appear on DRADIS. However, it is less than expected and that causes Agrippa to frown beneath his flight helmet, "Predators, you have your targets, start your bombing runs, if we can do this on one pass, I owe you all a drink next time we go planetside." Suddenly, he gets an alarm in his Viper as one of the AAA batteries have him painted, "Bear, see what you can do with the jamming, I'm being painted." He places his faith on the Predator pilots to make their runs, for now, he is more concerned with the lock on him as well as the lack of Raiders in the air. Very suspicious.

"Going in…" Jason's voice is clear, as he starts moving for one of the batteries. "This is going to be an interesting one…" Making sure the comms are off, he softly starts singing. "I walk along the street of sorrow, the boulevard of broken dreams. Where gigolo and gigolette, can take a kiss without regret, so they forget their broken dreams…"

The batteries come to life and start aiming on the incoming Colonial vessels. It's about this time that two Raiders appear from the east. Coming in hot. DRADIS isn't happy about it.

Keeping her Predator steady, Buchanan murmers softly under her breath, watching as the blips on her screen come closer. She readies her bomb racks and picks her target. As her fellow Predator begins to move in, she follows suit, careful not to get to close, or in anyone's way. It's quite obvious she's not very familiar with this kind of flying but she's doing her silent best not to make in crazy mistakes to get them killed on the first pass.

"You're fine. Be prepared to break off, nine o'clock, high." Bran replies over wire to Agrippa while blanketing the entire area in jamming frequencies. The AA batteries are sitting ducks and he only needs to provide the Predators enough time to line up an appropriate angle of attack. "Your defense is going to be your speed, Mimic. Just keep her steady at this bearing." He leans to the side and glances downwards just to see how close they are to the ground — very close — and nods approvingly. His DRADIS pings for his attention. Back on the wire, Bran reports. "Flight, Bear. Two bandits at our three o'clock. Moving in fast. Twenty klicks out, over."

"Flight, Hobo! Raiders inbound from the east - they are coming in hot and fast, over." Alejandro keeps his flight position to allow the others to set up their run and only once he's certain he won't peel off and clip anyone does he swerve to take up a new position to flank Superstar … until the Captain sees a Raider is going to try to light up Jason's Predator. Salazar keeps a sharp eye on what everyone else is doing out of long habit but he sticks to his orders to and gives throttle, "Superstar, Hobo. I'm engaging." Hobo's checking his instruments once more and flying hard and fast to intercept the Raider.

<COMBAT> Jason uses a Bomb Racks!
<COMBAT> 
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Aa Battery-3860v - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-3860v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Bran suppresses Batter1 with ECM. <unsuccessful>
<COMBAT> Bran suppresses Batter2 with ECM. <unsuccessful>
<COMBAT> Raid2 attacks Buchanan with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Buchanan uses a Bomb Racks!
<COMBAT> 
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Aa Battery-7760v - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-7760v - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-7760v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-7760v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-7760v - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-7760v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-7760v - ARMOR on Weapon stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-7760v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-7760v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Aa Battery-7760v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Raid1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raid2 with KEW - Light wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Batter1 uses a MISSILE AA!
<COMBAT> 
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Predator-4411k - Critical wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - ARMOR on Engine stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - Moderate wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-4411k - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Raid1 attacks Jason with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Batter2 uses a MISSILE AA!
<COMBAT> 
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-5915j - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-5915j - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-5915j - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-5915j - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Epiphany has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Aa Battery-7760v has been **KO'd**!
<COMBAT> Batter1 has been **KO'd**!
<COMBAT> Aa Battery-3860v has been **KO'd**!
<COMBAT> Batter2 has been **KO'd**!

"Flight, Goose. We have reports of more bandits incoming. Return to barn recommended." Epiphany's voice is calm in the mic. But then why wouldn't it be? The raiders don't get much off, but they don't receive much, either. Those AA batteries? Well, one gives as good as it gets. Its hit on Buchanan's Predator is dead on target and the cockpit has alarms screaming all over. Systems may not be working properly.

As the additional blips pop up, Agrippa checks the sector that the ECO is calling out over comm and the confirmation from Alejandro, spotting the bandits that are screaming towards them through the air. "Mimic, moving to intercept the Raider, stay on target." Breaking off from his escort formation, Punchdrunk quickly veers towards the inbound tinheads. Once in range, he fires off a spray of autocannons, only some of the projectile hitting as the incoming missile forces the Viper jock to break off. Luckily, despite a close explosion, the shrapnel only peppers his paintjob, making some small holes in the armor. Multiple explosions occur away from him and checking the aftermath, he is pleased. Agrippa remains rather serious however, as one of the Predators are in bad shape, "Good bombing run! Hobo, this is Punchie, keep Superstar covered, I'm going after the bandit on your tail. Mimic, bug out as fast as you can, if either of these tin cans begin to head towards you, I'll intercept."

"Our job here is done." That's Buchanan's form of celebration, apparently and even with all the alarms screaming inside her cockpit, the Ensign doesn't seem at all worried. She calmly manouvers her Predator, "Bear, you okay?" She speaks! She even seems somewhat concerned for her ECO, inspite of this being a Sim. "Mimic to Punchdrunk, Yes sir." She does precisely as she's been told, bringing the ship around and making a beeline for clearer skies.

"Punchdrunk, Hobo. I copy, over." Calmly Alejandro breaks off of the Raider he'd hit and as he overshoots it and it comes up behind him, he leaves it to Agrippa to deal with. Superstar is his concern and there's another Raider buzzing the slower Predator even now as they turn to RTB. The veteran viper pilot gets a -little- more conservative with his flying and not quite so hot dog aggresive on the attack now he's got something up his six.

Fast is good, right? And so, after having delivered his bombs, Jason glances around in the cockpit, then to the systems. Moving from side to side, he tries to make himself a difficult target for the Raider, while trying to keep the enemy's attention so it can be taken out by the Vipers.

One moment, they are fine and well. Rather than rely on his monitors for a confirmed kill, he turns in his seat to watch the remains behind. A moment passes. He squints. In the next, a missile streaks in their Predator's direction. The Predator screams. There's no use with a blanket of jamming frequencies. It's too close. "Frak it," he mutters lamely just before impact. The explosion is close, far too close, and jostles the ECO more than he cares to enjoy but he's in one piece, simulation run or otherwise, and the Predator is still technically in the air. He coughs. "No- yeah, yeah, we're good. Just peel off. Frak. I'll take care of that…" Rather than get a migraine from the constant warnings in the cockpit, he begins to fiddle with the systems.

<COMBAT> Buchanan uses a Bomb Racks!
<COMBAT> Jason uses a Bomb Racks!
<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Raid2 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raid1 with KEW - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Raid2 attacks Jason with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raid1 attacks Alejandro with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Epiphany has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Raider-6115h has been **KO'd**!
<COMBAT> Raid2 has been **KO'd**!

Even as one of the Raiders crumbles and falls from the sky, DRADIS blips with two more contacts, coming from NNE. They'll be there soon if the Colonials haven't made their escape.

Another exchange of autocannon fire goes in the Colonials' favor as one Raider is shredded to pieces while the one that Agrippa was shooting at has gaping holes in its hull despite still being air-worthy. With more incoming hostiles on the horizon, Punchdrunk has a decision to make and it is one that is done quickly, "Good shooting Hobo, everyone break off and disengage. We've flattened our objective, let's get everyone back. Hobo, go evasive, you still have tha bandit on your six but it looks to be in bad shape, I doubt it can keep up." Goosing his engines, Agrippa is returning to escort formation with the heavily damaged Predator, keeping an eye on DRADIS in case blips suddenly jump-in in front of them.

Keeping his attention on the flying now, Jason grins momentarily. "Will do. Heading out," he replies, adjusting his course to go in the direction of 'out of here'.

Taking care of her damaged Predator is Buchanan's number one priority. She's already well on her way out of the combat zone when Punchdrunk's order to return to base comes through. She keeps the craft steady, despite the wailing alarms, not letting them fluster her at all as she nurses the craft along, coaxing as much speed as possible from it. "Mimic to Punchdrunk, Roger that."

As the flight makes their exit, the screens fade to black and the simulator frames begin to power down. Seems they won't be engaged further, nope. And Epiphany, once they do exit, is just sitting at the computer bank. Taking notes, by the looks of it.

Alejandro is focused on shooting at the Raider that threatens Superstar. His experience pays off, scoring a hit on a vital area on the 'face' of the Raider as it comes in for the Pred. It twists and turns suddenly askew and fragments in a rush of flames like a blooming flower before it impacts the Aerilon countrside below. The simulation's detail is outstanding. Hobo swivals his head around as if on a stick and glances at his instrument panels, "Punchdrunk, Hobo. Roger that. Nice hit yourself. I'm RTB and evasive." The captain pulls his throttle around hard and briefly hits his flaps to see if he can make the Raider overshoot and keep from getting a lock. The next instant he's doing a roll and coming back around to lay on the speed to catch back up with the others to RTB. If the raider manages to stick tight or come back around, Salazar begins to jig his viper and see what he can do to shake it off, full throttle.

Half the time on the simulated missions, an unexpected wildcard gets thrown into the mix and Agrippa was ready for that, fully alert until the screens suddenly black out. It takes a moment for him to register what it means and unless a simulated nuked went off in the middle of their formation, that means the mission is over. Releasing a long breath of relief, he flicks a few switches to power down the Viper frame he occupies before pushing the canopy open. Then he climbs out of the frame, boots hitting the deck and then the helmet is slipped off, hair slightly damp as he looks over to where the other pilots will no doubt be emerging. Someone owes them drinks and his name starts with an 'A'. When the Predator pilots step out, he offers them a firm nod, "Excellent bombing runs, the both of you."

When the screens go black, Buchanan leans back with a soft sigh. She looks over at Bran and gives him a slow nod and a soft, "Thank you." Before she, too, climbs out of the frame, pulling off her helmet. One hand lifts, straightening the loosened braid and tucking stray locks back into place. She then goes about straightening her flightsuit and then standing slightly to attention. Agrippa's comment is received with and acknowledged with a silent nod. It was an excellent run, after all.

His cockpit canopy opens and Hobo takes a second to disconnect his flightsuit from the preassurized air feed. He too hops out of his simulation frame and removes his helmet, quite unaware that when he skims a hand through his dark sweaty hair that some of it is left sticking up and looking silly, "I concur - everyone did a fine job. Nice to see it." THAT is for you too, Buchanan. There is even brief eye contact if she doesn't evade his look in her direction. The Captain then sets his helmet aside and waits to see what the Major will say.

Bran mutters incoherently under his breath but then at least the alarms stop yelling at him and Buchanan. He tilts his head to the side, to look forward at her and the rest of the cockpit, and then returns his attentions to their damaged bird. Up until the simulator looks to close out and he's left with sitting there staring at the deactivated DRADIS. "You're welcome." Distractedly, he answers the young pilot. Eventually, he climbs out too. Standing next to Buchanan, he gestures in her direction. "The quiet kid's earned a few drinks, way I see it."

Nope, no random nuke. And apparently, no wildcard. Maybe this has to do with all the added study into AA batteries and SABERs that the Raptor contingent has been doing. Word in the corridors is that Aerilon has a problem with AAA. Epiphany finishes up her notes and saves them before leaning back and taking a long drink of her cool coffee. "So, Punchdrunk. You ready to pay up? I think I'd be fine giving this lot the rest of the day off if you want to make it proper at Charlie's." Is that amusement at the corners of the CAG's mouth? Probably. But it is hidden, mostly, behind the mug. Once everyone has gathered, Epiphany shifts to her feet. "Good run. I would have liked to see a quicker extract, but the bombing run was prime on target. I may book us some time to do live runs on Picon soon," since Piraeus is no-go for that nowadays. "We're going to start hitting Aerilon hard soon. There's a lot of people pinned down and the anti-air coverage is… well, just about ridiculous." Bran knows. He was on the Rhino trip. "I'm still waiting on Tactical to decide the prime targets to hit. It's dangerous as frak. So if you can make an exit without abandoning your fellows? Do it. Predators, Raptors, extract after your targets are out. Let the Vipers play cat and mouse with the Raiders. It's one of our favorite games."

When the question is directed at him by the Major, Agrippa turns his attention to Epiphany and nods his head, apparently serious with the offer he made when they started this simulation. Any words are held back for now, not wishing to interupt the LadyCAG as she gives them a post training mission debrief. As an update is given, Punchdrunk makes mental notes on the Aerilon campaign, most likely willing to grab extra sim time on AAA evasion if he has the chance. As for the comment about a hasty exit, the Viper jock can only nod his head slightly in agreement about bugging out.

Buchanan shifts her stance to attention as the Major starts talking. She does meet the Captains eyes briefly, but looks away soon enough, though not after a glance up at his hair. Her expression betrays nothing, a cool and composed as always. Her attention, though, is entirely focused on the Major. She gives no outward sign of agreement or actual thoughts on what's being said. Just stands there, completely still, at attention and intensely focused.

Jason nods as he listens to the CAG's words. He keeps silent for now, just keeping his attention on Epiphany for now.

Alejandro smiles a little, "Make it so, then. I've some paperwork to work on myself so I won't be joining you tonight. Thank you all." He reaches over to pick up his helmet and head back out to do his thing.

Bran steps to the side and more so into the background in order to, first, ditch his helmet. Up next comes undoing the top of his flight suit and finding himself a water before carefully picking his way back over, silent throughout. A free hand comes up to rub the back of his scalp, listening. The general expression of being pleased is probably from people agreeing with him, too. Maybe. "We go in, hit our targets, leave. There's no need to stick around and fluff up kill counts, look cool, or anything like that. But we don't leave people behind, either. It'll be rough but we'll manage. It's why we're the Lucky Eleventh, people- too stubborn to just die."

"Aye. We stick around to save asses. But if ours is the only ass left to save? We get the frak out. Kill counts will come, but I'd hate to be adding you to the memorial wall because you got cocky." Epiphany tilts her head towards the door. "Dismissed. Go have a few drinks."

The nugget days for Agrippa is over so all the information being imparted by the others is old hand for him, but still the lessons are extremely valuable and he is one who is more than willing to hear it again. When the group is dismissed though, Punchdrunk inclines his head respectfully to the LadyCAG, adding a 'Yes sir' to the mix as well. Looking at the those who were flying in the Preds, it appears that Agrippa is a man of his word, "And as promised, I owe you all a round of drinks, whether you want to cash it in now or some other time, it's up to you." Not wanting to push the others into going if they had over engagements planned, he's not one to weasel out of something well earned like this.

Buchanan relaxes her stance slightly, then looks around. Seeing as they're dismissed, she pushes away from the frame and starts making her way toward the exit. Pausing near Agrippa. The stoic Ensign studies him for a moment, then nods. "Thanks for the offer of a drink. I'll take you up on it. But not now, I have a few things I need to attend to, first." The Scorpian is trying to make nice, though it's not easy for her. She shifts and looks away, staring blankly toward the exit.

"Another time would be best," Jason replies to Agrippa, before he offers a smile, "Got a few things to take care of now." A brief pause, before he adds, "Good shooting."

Bran immediately moves when he is dismissed, taking his water with him. With his things recollected, he offers a wave over the shoulder as he makes for the exit. "I'll take a rain check. I have to make certain the wife isn't running around too cocky for her own good." He hesitates briefly and looks blankly upwards. He mutters to himself, "No idea why I burned the divorce papers." With a laugh to himself, he's probably joking.

Nodding his head understandingly, Agrippa sees that the others are busy and does not press the issue, "Next time then." Watching as the others file out before his gaze returns to the Viper frames, looking almost a bit reluctant to depart, as if he hasn't had enough with that training sim that they just ran through. He does head back to the frame that was assigned to him to grab the flight helmet he left there.

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