Death Angels Briefing WHO: Callie Morgan, Tra Mitchel & Open WHEN: Morning Y2002, Dec 2 WHERE: Pilot’s Ready Room, Avalon
Callie stood inside the pilot’s ready room writing on the board; getting things prepared for today’s briefing. Her squadron had completed training rotation and were now tasked with getting set to participate in the air group formation flying before the Tauron Memorial Services. The next day or so were to be trying on all concerned; especially those from the colony in question.
A check of the clock; a few stragglers wandered in and took seats where they could. It was her squadron that sat in front of her but in all truth she didn’t know anyone really on a personal level; she didn’t really want that as it clouded overall performance. With everyone seated, Cal motioned towards the pedestal and placed her clipboard flat on it before looking up and over her pilot’s.
“Well let’s talk about the training events that have come to a close. Aside from certain individuals spending more time in the brig or chatting up the deckhands; the numbers show we are doing okay but nothing to get excited about. Major Taylor wants more from us all, including myself - especially since we are to be involved in the formation flying for Avalon’s air group in a day or so.” Callie looked around the faces, some old and some new but all pilot’s nevertheless which in her books meant they were fully up to the task without needing a senior officer to hold their hands.
She moved to stand free from the pedestal; “Lieutenant Mitchel, I understand it that you have been spending a lot of time down on the deck, something we should know?” Avalon was vicious for its rumor mill, its grapevine but it was her job to keep track of all her pilots and make sure they weren’t embarrassing the air group or her. She also needed to know if there was something up with his bird which caused these visits, he was after all to be involved in the formation flying as well - not that she liked the idea fully.