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Major J. Somers
Major Markov
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MCapt. Samuel Jones CAG
1st Lt. Donovan Bravo Unit Officer
2nd Lt. Johanson
- Bridge -
After her XO had left, Jasmine returned to the bridge and sat in her chair as the Tomcat cleared the station and when at a safe distance.
=/\=Bridge to CAG=/\=
=/\=Jones here. Go ahead Major.=/\=
=/\=Launch first fifteen fighters and have them wait out of range of ships Sensors, then when you are ready begin exercise=/\= She instructed.
"Aye, aye sir." No rest for the wicked Jones thought. He was only on the ship 30 minutes earlier and had just got to the hangers. Tapping an intercom button it crackled and all the pilots and crews stood to listen. "All pilots to your craft. Simulated assault against the Tomcat. Blue Squadron will be the defenders and Red Squadron will be the attackers. Red Squad form on me and position yourselves out of sensor range."
As soon as he was finished he seen the instant reaction of the marines as was custom. Pilots moving quickly to their ships and ground crew moving to clear the flight deck. Jogging to his own fighter Hammer jumped in and powered up his ship. As he begun take off he saw the hanger doors opening and saw a somewhat familiar face standing there in a Majors Uniform. That was something to sort for when he got back.
15 Minutes later Red squadron was ready and in position outside of the Tomcats Sensor range. Switching to short range Comms he gave the orders. "All right guys listen up. I want everyone to go for the fighters first. Stay nimble and stay fast. Don't let them get behind you. Ill deal with the Tomcat."
=/\=Confirmed, Bridge out=/\= then to the bridge crew, "okay the moment those fighters are out of range consider the exercise has began" She said.
=/\= Captain Jones to USS Tomcat. We are in position and ready to begin Exercise =/\=
Pressing a touch screen button on the arm of her chair =/\= Confirmed Captain, begin simulated attack when ready, Tomcat out. =/\=
She looked around the bridge, let me know when you detect Captain Jones's fighter Wing" She said.
"Yes Sir" Lieutenant S'arila Donovan responded.
"Computer, begin recording Wargame" She said and the computer bleeped letting her know that it was Recording.
She left it up to Captain Jones's judgement when to attack, so her crew went about her business, suddenly after a lengthy period.
"Hostiles detected Captain" Donovan said.
"Red Alert" Jasmine ordered, the opened ship wide =/\= Bridge to all hands battle stations, Major Markov launch our fighters, have one hide in our wake, Seven patrolling the rest defending, then wait for my signal =/\= She said.
Markov was standing looking at the 3D board in front of him. Quickly issuing the correct orders he smiled inside as the green friendly blips appeared and moved to their position. Thankfully he had the tomcat on his side and he hoped that the patrol would be able to clean up at least half of the boogies before they got caught themselves. But something didn't feel right. He had seen the face of the CAG and it looked familiar. He shook off the thought and continued to watch the screen.
Tactics were the key. As he looked at his screen he saw that the CO of the Tomcat was smart. Keeping a fighter hidden behind was good. But splitting the CAP wasn't. In a 2 to 1 fight he knew he could get away with nearly all his own fighters intact. And he planned too.
"Hammer to all pilots. Engage the patrol. Weapons free." Flicking the safety and checking again his fighter was in simulation mode he hit full throttle and his fighter blasted towards the Tomcats patrol, fire in their eyes and ready for action.
Opening the Comm channel =/\= Okay people the first squadron will be attacking, keep alert, bridge out =/\= then she opened a link to Markov. =/\= Bridge to Markov=/\=
Opening the Comm channel =/\= Okay people the first squadron will be attacking, keep alert, bridge out =/\= then she opened a link to Markov. =/\= Bridge to Markov=/\=
=/\= Rodger that Major. =/\= He relayed instructions to the patrol to get ready for the engagement. The hidden fighter would be the ace in the hole.
=/\=At your discretion Anton have our hidden fighter get around behind the leader and take him out of the fight, then have him be our agent of chaos, the opposing flight leader knows of our hidden fighter, Major launch the two armed runabouts, have them hide behind us along with the fighter, they will take the lead from the fighter Pilot, make it quick Major, Sensors have detected hostiles as long distance=/\= She said with a smile, well aware that her XO could not see it.
Anton smiled. Another smart move. Launching the two runabouts into the aft of the Tomcats signature would prevent the CAG from spotting them. Quickly sending the orders and positions for them to join the formation he sent word to his lead elements to engage the enemy fighters. "Tomcat to Blue lead. Move to engage."
"Aye sir moving to engage," came the reply.
Time to see what these flyboys have got in them the Major thought.
Jones looked again at his systems to make sure all showed correct before jumping into the fight. Doing a quick barrel roll to make sure that the assistance from the computer was still working he and his pilots flew head on into Blue wing. In a fair fight it would be down to skill. But having the numbers favour in 2 to 1 meant that his team could double up covering each other preventing the enemy from getting a kill shot.
Quickly Identifying blue leader by the trimmings on his fighter Hammer streaker after him wingman in pursuit. Eager to keep a high accuracy rating the two Red pilots forced Blue lead into Hammers sights and with a quick burst took him out. Spinning back around he saw skirmishes taking place all over but ending quickly. He took a quick look as his casualties report. 4 losses for 7 kills. Not good enough he thought to himself. With those numbers he should have gotten all 7 for nill.
"Red lead to all fighters form up and proceed to the Tomcat. Pick a target and Peel off and cover me to the Tomcat." He knew that Somers would have her best pilot in that hidden fighter. Her ace. It was a good job he had one as well.
"Dammit!" he shouted at no one in particular. "7 Losses for just 4 kills. What kind of flying to you guys call that?!" Anton asked. He knew he was being hard. But he still demanded better. Good pilots should have done more.
=/\= Markov to Somers. Blue flight is KIA. Suggest moving the Fighters alongside Tomcat in formation and Tomcat Engaging at range. =/\=
=/\= Do so Anton and spring our little surprise on your order, the Tactical Officer will pick them off, Somers out =/\=
When the line was closed Jasmine looked at S'arila Donovan "Okay lets see what you can do" She said, the Human hybrid nodded. "Helm advance forward 1/3 impulse, Tactical fire when ready" She ordered.
As the ship advanced slowly Donovan's aim was impeccable, she found Jones's fighter and took it out of the fight as the extra surprise was launched.
Activating Comms =/\=Anton have you sprung our surprise? Donovan has just taken out the attacking leader=/\= She asked.
=/\= Affirmative Captain all is in hand =/\= Markov responded.
He knew that was a long shot. A Starship would never be able to hit a fighter at range. But still he could always hope one of them was sleeping.
- USS Tomcat Bridge - during War games -
The doors of the turbolift opened with a slight hush. And he then walked onto the bridge. "I will see if the Captain will be able to see us Sir." The junior officer said. "See to it Johanson...I'm not expecting this to be a Love Boat cruise." "No Sir" the junior marine replied. "I know we both expect your reputation to precede you. But if it matters any Sir....If any of the Loco Lobos were here Sir. They would go where ever you asked of them. And tell them your Mother is allot worse than you are." The MCO smirked a bit to the comment and said.
"Mother does swing a mean pocketbook...doesnt she?" "Yes Sir, she does...and means every word out of her mouth." Johanson responded. He then turned to the door and said
"Permission to enter ma'am." Tommohawk announced himself
Jasmine was concentrating on the War game when a voice behind her spoke.
Turning around to face the new arrival she saw a crisp clean Second Lieutenant "Permission Granted Lieutenant, now what can I do for you?" she asked.
"I'm 2nd Lt. Johanson, aide de camp to Maj. Tommohawk. We are reporting to this vessel ma'am. Is there anything that the Major should know at this time?" The young man questioned.
"If there is anything Lieutenant, I will tell him, please send him in" She said.
"Right away ma'am" and he left and said to his commander." She will see you sir. She expects a briefing of all SFMC readiness on the ship within the hour."
Marctroy then thought of it and said "Get my battle uniform out and get my gears on standby. Im going to make an appearance to the battalion personally."
Johanson saluted his superior and said "Aye Sir" and departed away from them. Marctroy then steeled himself oO Well...Papa's stars and Mother's pocketbook cant help me now. Time to enter the unknown. Oo he thought to himself knowing that the bitterness of his trial had left many in Starfleet unsure of whom was Marctroy serving.. Himself, the SFMC, or the needs of the United Federaton of Planets. But as he entered the ready room of his new Captain, Marctroy knew lives would be on the line. And leading them home is what he does best.
"Major Marctroy X. Tommohawk reporting for duty Ma'am.." He said in a crisp military manner....
"Welcome to the Bridge Major, your new Command is below decks, for now you will have to use the holodecks for your training sessions and any exercises. Also until we get a proper Unit Leader, you will watch over Alpha Unit of the 95th Rifles, but you will still retain your overall command of the Marines stationed on this ship. Is there any questions?" She said and ended with a question.
"None Captain, is that all?" The new MCO asked.
"Yes we are done here, dismissed Major" She said and watched him leave.
- Space Simulation Battle -
"Dammit!" he yelled. Those targeting arrays weren't supposed to be aligned. He cursed himself for making such an amateur mistake as assuming something. Thankfully the blast had only clipped him and momentarily disabled his power. Quickly running through the reboot sequence he instructed his other pilots to be aware (not that they could miss the orange beam) of fire from the Tomcat.
Hitting full throttle the flight of fighters blasted into contact dodging and weaving around the orange phaser blasts. Amazingly they managed to get into contact with the Tomcats screen with only 2 casualties and a few with shield damage. Once there the Tomcat was forced to hold fire until it was certain it had a target otherwise they risked hitting on of their CAP (Combat air patrol). And even if they did. The instinctive reactions of the pilots and snappy manoeuvres made it a waste of energy.
Being behind the fighters battle Jones was able to zip past them and overhead the Tomcat. As he done so he turned off the computer assistance. This meant that that he could turn the fighter in any direction but it would head in the direction it was already going in.
Anton was watching the manoeuvre on the screen. The fighter flipped so it was facing down and it hurtled like a crab across the top of the Tomcat. All credit to the tactical officer who managed to land another glancing shot on it reducing the shields to near critical levels. The Majors Surprise had already seen the CAG and had opened fire as well. The Valkyrie behind the Tomcat was not so lucky. It took just a few well placed shots and a micro quantum torpedo to knock him out of the fight.
"Markov to Zulu flight take him out!"
"Aye sir engaging now."
On screen he could see the Valkyrie easily out manoeuvring the runabouts but thanks to their heavy shielding and arced Phasers it made for an interesting watch. He doubted though that after such an un text book manoeuvre the pilot was going to allow himself to get nabbed but a tin can.
- Bridge -
Jasmine was watching the exercise with interest, while Donovan had clipped the lead fighter, she had only singed it and half hour later it was back in the fight. Suddenly her Comms Officer perked up.
"Sir, message from Vice Admiral th'Zorati" He said.
"Patch it to my chair" Jasmine said and looked down at the screen. oO So we have to dock at Docking Port Beta-1, Lower Promenade Oo she thought, looked at the Comms Officer. "Open a hail to the fighters and ship" She said and when the Comms Officer nodded. =/\= This is the Captain to all fighters, well done people, exercise concluded, Major Markov recall all fighters and Runabouts, until further notice everyone is on some downtime, you will have to remain on the ship, but downtime is yours, Captain out =/\=
After the link was closed she could well imagine how upset Samuel Jones would be and that made her smile, then pressing a button on her chair arm.
=/\= Somers to Markov =/\=
=/\= Go ahead Major =/\=
=/\= When the fighters and runabouts are safely locked down, meet me in my ready room =/\=
=/\=They have a flight crew for that. I'll be up in 5 minutes. =/\=
The Major Looked around. "Ok guys good job. I'll take a look at the cam footage later on but I think its apparent there are a few areas for your fighter jocks to improve on. Now get to work." The major lifted a Padd with the logs on it. No doubt that Somers had one of her own but he wanted one for himself anyway. Walking out of the CIC through the hanger where the 'dead' pilots had already docked he caught quick and slightly panicked salutes from a couple of the younger ones, which he ignored, and headed to the bridge.
=/\= Understood Major, Somers out =/\= She said and closed the link.
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