In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 1):
The launch itself was fairly uneventful, though he always marveled more at acceleration in zero-g. Along the ingress, he busied himself, establishing data links to the Cat's Eye, Rabbit, Skipper and with Sunshine. He would never use them all at once, though could use them in a composite, or cycle between data sources. Deep space networking, if you will.
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Private to GM: Skill Check:
Computer Use: 16:23, Today: Gun Ho Pak rolled 32 using 1d100 ((32))/78: PASS]
Satisfied, he selected the "Kitty" as his primary source, and his wingman his second. Skipper third, then "Bunny." The final data stream came from SDF-1. Then, he called
"Buddy Spike on Reindeer 17!" over the tacnet, using a radar beam to tag Skipper. He used that data to calibrate his search and weapons radar and IRST, along with Targeting Systems. Then he checked the nav computer against celestial navigation vs. the SDF-1's relative position and his own just to make sure his presets were correct and accounted for any conditions needed to be seen. He engaged all radar and missile warnings. Finally, he checked fuel capacity.
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Private to GM: Skill Check:
Weapon Systems 16:34, Today: Gun Ho Pak rolled 45 using 1d100 ((45)/60): PASS.
Read Sensors: 16:36, Today: Gun Ho Pak rolled 8 using 1d100 ((8)/55: Pass).
Navigation/Space: 16:43, Today: Gun Ho Pak rolled 26 using 1d100 ((26))/60: Pass.
General piloting/fuel calculation basic maneuvering and gauge watching: 16:44, Today: Gun Ho Pak rolled 43 using 1d100 ((43))/75: Pass.
ECM: 16:52, Today: Gun Ho Pak rolled 93 using 1d100 ((93))/50: Fail.
ECM: Fail
ECM: Fail]
When ordered to break and proceed to the patrol waypoint, he turned toward it, keeping his radar and IRST in search/nav. He fired the main engines to accelerate to a cruising velocity, then coasted on. Scanning and listening, nearly silently in the black and silence of the night. of endless night.
As he rolled away, he keyed his mic in response.
quote:
"Reindeer 17 to CAP wingpairs. Clear to your patrol stations. Check in once on station with status."
"Reindeer Four reading five by five. Ingressing to station, nose hot. Having a hard time calibrating RWR but functioning within spec... Will run diagnostic. Happy hunting. Reindeer 4 out."
He cycled the power on the RWR again and re-engaged, crossing his fingers. It still showed an error, but was better than it was. He'd run a diagnostic along the way and try to recalibrate. It was functioning well, but he was a bit of a perfectionist.
Fucking papa oscar sierra...
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Private to GM: Skill roll ECM, fail, but only by 6]
Then he keyed to Sunshine.
"Reindeer 4 to Reindeer Niner," he said switching to VHF.
"You doing alright back there, Matlock? I can't fine tune my RWR, but it's reading green. What say we go in line abreast to waypoint one, doing a 360 sweep about every 5 mikes? Sound off if you need a pit-stop..." Speaking of that, he was glad he wore adult diapers, thinking of the American aviator with the "Kidnapping thing a few years back."
What was her name, Novak?