Roderik von Brinkerhoff
First Order Ace
After scribbling down some more notes into his pad of paper, Colonel von Brinkerhoff took a moment of pause. Everything was looking to be in order, from his end. The plans were clear, they would fly a 'nap of the planet' flight path, including several trajectory course corrections on both departure and approach, in order to better obscure their home base's location. Upon arrival at the site, they would initiate strafing and limited bombing attack runs against the entechment location. In and out, as they had done many times already by now.
It was becoming nearly as routine a feeling, as flying a regular patrol out of Concordia. Or so it felt to Roderik at the moment.
"Ah, yes, thank you." The Colonel turned around to spot [member="Lilith Sedarri"] inbound with a tray containing water glasses. "Hydration is key in times like these." He said, half-jokingly. Battlefield etiquette was a very real concern for them all, now. More than it ever felt like it should, at least, for a bunch of Starfighter pilots. Roderik's eyes and attention switched over to his on-again, off-again wingman, [member="Pierce Fortan III"]. Promotion separated their flying, but fate had consistently brought them back together in their respective cockpits.
"Give this a look over. Unless my projections are off, we're looking at about a two hour sortie. I figure lift off at, maybe midnight?" The low-light optical capabilities available to a TIE Fighter pilot afforded them an equal footing with the Ssi-Ruuvi and their natural preponderance to night sight. Coupled with their low altitude flying, the fighters should be able to slip in, create havoc, and slip out before any retaliatory strike could be initiated by their saurian enemy.
Roderik stood up, making a circuit around the room, first to collect a glass of water from Lilith, and then to hand the notepad to Pierce.
"You and I as the lead element, of course." He grinned to the Captain.
It was becoming nearly as routine a feeling, as flying a regular patrol out of Concordia. Or so it felt to Roderik at the moment.
"Ah, yes, thank you." The Colonel turned around to spot [member="Lilith Sedarri"] inbound with a tray containing water glasses. "Hydration is key in times like these." He said, half-jokingly. Battlefield etiquette was a very real concern for them all, now. More than it ever felt like it should, at least, for a bunch of Starfighter pilots. Roderik's eyes and attention switched over to his on-again, off-again wingman, [member="Pierce Fortan III"]. Promotion separated their flying, but fate had consistently brought them back together in their respective cockpits.
"Give this a look over. Unless my projections are off, we're looking at about a two hour sortie. I figure lift off at, maybe midnight?" The low-light optical capabilities available to a TIE Fighter pilot afforded them an equal footing with the Ssi-Ruuvi and their natural preponderance to night sight. Coupled with their low altitude flying, the fighters should be able to slip in, create havoc, and slip out before any retaliatory strike could be initiated by their saurian enemy.
Roderik stood up, making a circuit around the room, first to collect a glass of water from Lilith, and then to hand the notepad to Pierce.
"You and I as the lead element, of course." He grinned to the Captain.