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Raptor FR
Who: James Chase
Where: Outside the perimeter of Avalon's strike group.
When: When FORCECOM arrived.
In the cockpit of the newest variant of the Raptor for special operations, he turned the nob on the console to increase the range on the DRADIS sweep. Rather than sit and wait on the battlestar for new orders, James had took it upon himself to personally oversee the ungraded raptor they received a few days ago was combat ready. The advanced DRADIS array had to be calibrated. “There we go. It looks much better. Have Avalon confirm our distance.”
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Where: Outside the perimeter of Avalon's strike group.
When: When FORCECOM arrived.
In the cockpit of the newest variant of the Raptor for special operations, he turned the nob on the console to increase the range on the DRADIS sweep. Rather than sit and wait on the battlestar for new orders, James had took it upon himself to personally oversee the ungraded raptor they received a few days ago was combat ready. The advanced DRADIS array had to be calibrated. “There we go. It looks much better. Have Avalon confirm our distance.”
( Relief - Read More )