Lady_Mornington
Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus
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"Tower 1 this is Valkyrie requesting permisson to land."
Major Lovisa Zetterberg's voice carried through the air to reach the Tower at the EU airbase just north of the town of Nurek, Tajikistan. The weather was perfect, a virtually clear sky as she took her Gryphon around the airbase to begin the in flight for landing.
"Valkyrie this is Tower 1 you have permission to land. Welcome to Tajikistan."
She smiled as she brought the fighter to descend for the tarmac, every day the Norwegian ensign manning the tower greeted her with the same phrase. "Welcome to Tajikistan."
"He never gets bored with it does he?" The voice of her Radar Intercept Officer, Lieutenant Carl Andersson saying the same thing as he always did in response to the tower.
"And neither do you.."
Bringing the Gryphon down, flaps out as the wheels hit the tarmac and the familiar jolt hit the two officers inside. Another mission accomplished. Major Zetterberg was the commander of one of the two Gryphon squadrons that operated next to the RAF in Tajikistan. They were part of the peacekeeping mission sent by the EU to keep the Islamic rebels of the south and the Government troops of the north apart long enough to be able to broker some kind of agreement. In many ways she was a pioneer, the first woman squadron leader on only the second peace-keeping mission where Sweden had sent fighters to uphold peace. She had done her reading, digesting everything she could get her hands on about the previous mission fifty years earlier, when UN troops had fought in the Congo.
She was a good pilot, although perhaps a shade naive about the mission as such. Coming from a country that had not seen war since the 19:th Century and perhaps believing this to be no different from the excercises carried out back home. Truth to tell the no-fly zone had been respected and the daily missions had proved to become routine.
Taxing her Gryphon of the runway and being greeted by the groundstaff as she opened the hood and freed herself from the straps that secured her to the seat. Right now she wanted a cup of coffee and a shower, although that would have to wait until after the debriefing. Lovisa cursed silently as she knew that the Englishman Morgan would take part. She didn't like him and suspected that he thought her nothing but a stupid girl who managed to get her position out of some kind of affirmative action.
Oh well better deal with that now and get it over with...
Major Lovisa Zetterberg's voice carried through the air to reach the Tower at the EU airbase just north of the town of Nurek, Tajikistan. The weather was perfect, a virtually clear sky as she took her Gryphon around the airbase to begin the in flight for landing.
"Valkyrie this is Tower 1 you have permission to land. Welcome to Tajikistan."
She smiled as she brought the fighter to descend for the tarmac, every day the Norwegian ensign manning the tower greeted her with the same phrase. "Welcome to Tajikistan."
"He never gets bored with it does he?" The voice of her Radar Intercept Officer, Lieutenant Carl Andersson saying the same thing as he always did in response to the tower.
"And neither do you.."
Bringing the Gryphon down, flaps out as the wheels hit the tarmac and the familiar jolt hit the two officers inside. Another mission accomplished. Major Zetterberg was the commander of one of the two Gryphon squadrons that operated next to the RAF in Tajikistan. They were part of the peacekeeping mission sent by the EU to keep the Islamic rebels of the south and the Government troops of the north apart long enough to be able to broker some kind of agreement. In many ways she was a pioneer, the first woman squadron leader on only the second peace-keeping mission where Sweden had sent fighters to uphold peace. She had done her reading, digesting everything she could get her hands on about the previous mission fifty years earlier, when UN troops had fought in the Congo.
She was a good pilot, although perhaps a shade naive about the mission as such. Coming from a country that had not seen war since the 19:th Century and perhaps believing this to be no different from the excercises carried out back home. Truth to tell the no-fly zone had been respected and the daily missions had proved to become routine.
Taxing her Gryphon of the runway and being greeted by the groundstaff as she opened the hood and freed herself from the straps that secured her to the seat. Right now she wanted a cup of coffee and a shower, although that would have to wait until after the debriefing. Lovisa cursed silently as she knew that the Englishman Morgan would take part. She didn't like him and suspected that he thought her nothing but a stupid girl who managed to get her position out of some kind of affirmative action.
Oh well better deal with that now and get it over with...