The ready room wasn't far away, though the ship was massive and required tramcars to quickly traverse it, in the interest of haste, pilot quarters, the ready room and the hanger and launch bays are all within close proximity in case as squadron needs to be scrambled to intercept bombers or assault shuttles.
By the time she arrives the room is full of pilots and she takes her place at the back of the room next to the bulkhead.
Master Immen Lor Coiaghen, fighter commander of the Havespire Carrier Group. He used to be a hotshot pilot fifteen years ago, but he was shot out of the sky during the 19th war of succession over Revack Prime. His burns and injuries were severe and now he is mostly artificial limbs, organs and skin. Too much nerve damage to ever be a good fighter pilot again. Never-the-less, he was considered to be one of the fore-most experts on single-person starcraft engagement strategy and tactics.
He surveyed the assembled pilots with his one remaining eye, the other side of his face adorned in a simple black eye-patch. Rumor has it that they'd repaired his body when he was in a coma, but when he woke up he refused to take a new eye out of pride.
"Ladies and Gentlemen." His voice was a deep basso rumble that always commanded attention
and respect.
"I'm going to cut straight to business this morning." Everyone laughs and Lor Coiaghen lets a smile cross his lips, enjoying the joke. You get it too, Coiaghen never wasted time on briefings and always cut straight to business, but that didn't mean he didn't have a sense of humor at times.
"The Novarch has recieved word from High Command. As of now, we are in a state of high alert and the Havenspire and her escorts have been ordered into the Dead Zone. This is a sweep and destroy operation, we are to target any and all non-Hegemony ships or installations we come across out there."
A screen flickers and updates to show the general path the carrier will be taking through the Dead Zone.
"As you can see, this will be a length operation and we're operating on older intel, so we don't know what we'll find out there. We will be sending scout ships ahead and when we've got an idea of what's in the system, we'll be drilling the Havenspire in and you'll be launching, all wings, both squadrons."
"Now, for a lot of you, this will be your first extended campaign. Most of you have made one or two kills in your career and you've all seen combat before. You're not rookies, otherwise you wouldn't be flying with us." He grins wickedly and a scattered cheer goes up throughout the room.
"But let me remind you not to get cocky out there. The strength of the enemy resistance is unknown and we don't have the luxury of time. Remember that it's their turf out there, we're the Away team here and it's their stadium, so keep that in mind and stick together. You're not heroes, you're fighter pilots. Aff?"
"Aff!" Everyone in the room responds in kind and he smiles again, with a hint of pride.
"I'll answer some questions and your individual squadron leaders will take over for today's sortie."
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