Aces High

Posted on Wed Feb 26th, 2020 @ 3:41pm by Division Admiral Thomas Lasky & Lieutenant Commander Kthaara 'Leadfoot' Taavoro & Post Captain Keyan Fardreamer & Colonel Anthony "Ironhide" Raynor & Jillian "Phoenix" Sullivan
Edited on on Wed Feb 26th, 2020 @ 4:27pm

Mission: Mission 15: Old Ghosts
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 0800Hrs, December 10th, 2390

Tom Lasky, better known as Boomer these days decided to call a briefing for every squadron commander and the other wing commander as well, he stood by the podium in the now empty lounge as he tapped his combadge. "All Squadron Commanders, please report to the Starfighter Briefing Lounge please." he paused. "Boomer to Wukari, could you come into the starfighter lounge please?" he inquired. "Boomer to Phoenix, could you come on down to the Starfighter Briefing Lounge please.."

Wukari was in the middle of a conversation with two of her Squadron commanders, Katrina 'Wicked Witch' Brown and Kthaara 'Leadfoot' Talon, dealing with 2nd wing giving Wukari issues when the call came. All of them acknowledged the call simultaneously.

"I'm commin' Boomer." Phoenix gave Siaxx a kiss on the cheek before she blindly palmed her clothes in the dark, and proceeded to put them on for her meeting.

Siaxx opened her eyes as she sighed. "Its it noon already?"

In the Number Three Squadron's ready room. Captain Jim Chymlier as he heaved his bulk out the door, PADD in hand as he muttered. "Fuckin' idiot, callin me like i'm his bitch... I should be doin' his fuckin' job..." he muttered, ever in a constant state of pissed off.

"Cyclops." Beatstick growled. "You're in command... run a drill or something.. I don't care.."

"Yessir. I got it." Cyclops responded as he let out a loud whistle, to get the attention of his charges before Beatstick growled as he turned away, to cross the lounge for him was a pain in the ass. "Godammed Fives... fucking asswipe."

Meanwhile, the Commander of number two squadron, Captain Keyan "Camshaft" Fardreamer smiled. "Janet, look after the guys, I'll be back soon." he grinned as his Exec smiled. "Willdo Shaft" and with that he turned and went across the hanger, looking like he was thrilled to be here.

He noticed the Commander of the number three squadron and he simply shook his head, how could someone be so miserable while the greatest job in the galaxy was simply beyond him.

Wukari, Katrina, and Kthaara walked into the briefing room, both Kthaara and Wukatri having heard a considerable amount of Chymlier's complaining as they came in behind him. "Hey fatso," Kthaara said as he gave Chymler a playful smack in the back of the head, "Whats the matter, pissed off that you had to get your fat lazy ass out of the chair." Kthaara had only known the guy for a couple of days, but he already knew that Chymlier was mad that he didn't get promoted to wing commander, mainly from the guy's ceaseless complaining.

Phoenix entered the room in her pilot's flight suit, top zipped half-way down and tied around her waist. She wore a navy blue tank top as a sign of Ghost Squadron's color.

"No one wanted this post, prick. So shut it an' deal with it. Or I'll handle if for ya," the CAG spoke irritably to Chymlier.

Chymlier just growled. "Fuck off all of ya.." he growled.

Phoenix looked like nothing bothered her. only her metal hand was quick to slam Beatstick face first in the bulkhead. Not too hard, but enough to daze to stupid shit. Then she took a seat as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

In walked Fardreamer right behind him. "Whats the matter?...Oh nevermind, its just the usual" he commented with a cheery smile.

A moment later in came the smiling face of the usually taciturn, Tony Raynor. "Howdy Boys." he greeted them in his west Texan accent.

Chymlier looked at Raynor. "Oh shove it will ya?"

Raynor simply looked at him. "Oh... don't make me take you're fat ass out back and give you the beatin' you deserve.... how the hell are you a pilot anyway.... I didn't know they let Gorilla's into the Starfighter Corps anyway..."

"Raynor... let the man be... no need to drown him in shit just yet." Boomer commented. "Please, all of you, take your seats.... Now, Beatstick.."

Beatstick just growled but otherwise said nothing.

Boomer turned to Phoenix. "Phoenix.. its all yours.." and with that he went over to his chair and he sat down.

"The point of this meeting is to discuss the mandatory simulator sessions, since I agree with Boomer's desire to ground all the idiots." Phoenix pulled a PADD from her back pocket and loaded it to the main monitor. "Pilots roll out for roll call at 0500 each morning. Weight PT for two hours. Then breakfast at 0800. Then shower time. At 0930, they start simulator training. At 1200 Hours, lunch. 1300-1500 Hours, they do a general PT course in the holodecks. 1600 Hours is free time. 1700 Hours is chow. 1800-2400 Hours is more sim time. 2430, lights out."

Wukari was the first to ask, "So is that for all the pilots or just the screwups."

"I'll leave the PT times for the discretion of the wing commanders and squad leaders. But I personally think all fighter personnel need one PT session and all simulator sessions to reach elite status."

Wukari then added," Well, i think its best that we put the pilots through a comprehensive test, say have them face off against the leading pilots of the squadron, like you, me, Boomer, Kureek, and the squadron leaders, that way we can judge their ability."

This time Katrina Brown, whom had been on the ship for a while, said,"Well the way I see it, the failures should be int he simulators until their eyes bleed, and if they cannot keep up, we turf the idiots." She the gave Chymler the stinkeye," Including a certain squadron leader."

Beatstick rolled his eyes. "Screw you Witch."

Fardreamer sighed. "Sounds good. I'll draw up a scheduled for my guys, see how good they really are..."

Raynor paused before adding in his two cents. "I'd also like to do some close quarters combat training for the guys as well, just in case somethin' happens and we're down behind the lines.... make sure the boys can hack it is all i'm sayin'."

Boomer looked at Raynor. "That can be arranged... draw up your ideas and we'll go over them after the meeting."

Raynor nodded as Beatstick opened his mouth. "What, didn't you learn anything durin basic..."

"I did...I'm gettin mighty tired of you're mouth Meathead.." Raynor commented.

"Alright.. Enough... Beatstick, Ironhide.. settle down.." he commented. "Now Beatstick... the training is mandatory but up to the discretion of you guys.... Any questions?"

Wukari gave the test some thought while Katrina stared at Beatstick, ready to pummel him into the deck. Wukari commented," So when do we want to do the Test for all the pilots. Think tomorrow might be a good time."

Boomer nodded. "Yes. tomorrow night... around twenty one hundred... nice and late.. so the pilots are tired.." he commented. "from the sim work... see how their endurance looks like and how well they are trained."

"What does it matter... Half these guys are worthless anyway, worthless useless idiots who can't fly... we keep getting saddled with morons and nobody can whip em into shape.."

"Oh and I think you can.... I'd like to see ya try..." Raynor drawled in his texan accent. "because I think you're just too stupid to know when to shut yer mouth..."

"Can it cowhead, you're just as bad as the fatass Witch over there..."

Raynor smiled. "Now, what an ugly thing to say.... If I did not know you was not my friend... I don't think I could bear it." right before her grabbed Beatstick by the throat as he started to squeeze.

"Oh thats it Bitch, I'm gonna whup your old wrinkly white ass," She rushed at beatstick, and gave him a strong kick in the nuts, then punched him hard, sending him in Raynor's direction. "Whats the matter bitch, too much of a pussy to fight back," As she gave him another kick in the stomach.

Boomer sighed. "Jesus H fucking Christ... what the fuck is this!, are you serious beatstick!" he sighed. "No... you're new callsign is Gonad, you are such a worthless meatsack." he looked at Raynor. "Enough of this... release him..."

Raynor nodded. "There.. now we can be friends again." and with that he let go and Gonad dropped into his chair, out of breathe as Raynor turned to Witch as he smiled at her, then he resumed his seat. "Apologizes Boomer, Phoenix."

Karina rolled her eye's "You don't have to apologize for his old ass, I've been on this ship with him for a while, he is worthless." She then looked at boomer and phoenix," And I do recommend that you two get rid of gonad here, let me tell you, he will only drag his squadron down, I've seen him do it before."

"Gonad will get with the program or become a flight trainee again," Phoenix noted darkly as she scanned the room. "An' if Gonad talks ta any woman like 'at again? I'll hang him by his toes an' dangle him with the lift cranes."

Gonad growled but otherwise said under his breathe. "Fuckin stupid witch.." he growled. "Fucking Nigger cunt..."

Within seconds, both Katrina and Josef where on him, beating the utter crap out of Gonad. Katrina then grabbed him by the balls, and dragged him around, while Josef gave him more kicks to the stomach.

Keyan Fardreamer rose to his feet. "Watch you're mouth asshole, you dare talk to a lady like that..." and with that he left fly a lovely right hook that finished the beating that the other two squadron leaders had already given him.

Both Katrina and Josef stormed out of the room while, Kthaara just looked at the sobbing heap on the ground

Phoenix however, wanted Gonad's gonads. And with sheer brute force, jabbed her heel as hard as possible into the guy's balls.

"Okay..." Boomer commented, a smile on his face at the entertainment happening before him and everyone else. "Now that we've got that out of the way.." he sighed happily. "Lets move on... Gonad, I think you're going to need to see our wonderful Doctor... everyone in the room has met her at some point or another... Doctor Dvald will want to have a look at you Gonad... haul yourself out of here and get yourself to Sickbay... now move out!"

Gonad slowly dragged himself to the door as Boomer roared. "On your feet meatsack... Now!" he watched as Gonad slowly picked himself up off the deck, clearly in great pain and difficulty.

"Now walk... asshole." Boomer growled.