Conversations

The Air field

"My call sign is 'Fangry,' I am the deputy squadron commander for the secondary Constrictor Squadron," the British girl with short auburn hair with blue streaks dyed into the bangs said before pointing out the window, "That one over there, with the scaffolding around the back of it, that's my bird."

The camera pans to the clone of a Chinook Helicopter surrounded by scaffolding and people in blue jumpsuits before turning back to the pilot.

"The search and rescue stuff? that is about twenty to thirty-five percent of what we do here," Fangry smirked behind her balaclava, "Admittedly, the rest of our operations out here aren't any more glamorous; supply runs to Cobra Island or other islands, training flights, observing intruding crafts."

The camera stays on the woman, but she is clearly listening to someone out of view.

"Oh we get Chicom fishing vessels that try to move into our sovereign waters, just like everyone else we chase them out, along with the **** smugglers."

Fangry listens for a second then chuckles.

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The Barracks Shower,

"You know Miss Red," Gav said as he rubbed the soap across the red haired trooper's back, "If you went full time and joined the viper corps, they would promote you from sergeant to lieutenant."

"Two grades," Robin smiled, "That would also mean an increase in my pay..."

"We both know you don't really care about pay," Gav smiled, "But since the Canadians managed to nab Mindbender for tax evasion, Baroness has gotten her people to write the programs for officers loyalty... which would mean you would get her Dominatrix mind job once you are promoted..."

"Is that why so many new officers are hot women wearing latex?" Robin asked.

"Think of having men and women eager to serve you in those naughty latex uniforms," Gav whispered in Robin's ear.

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Back at the Air Field

"Ah, the twenty five slash twenty percent question," Fangry snickered, "Look, do you know the difference between a CH-47A2 and a HC-3? Of course not, to really tell the difference you have to be about as deep into it as that chap who's legs are kicking out of that access hatch..."

The camera view pans over to zoom in on two mechanics holding the legs of a third that slid half way into a access port.

"There are subtle differences in the engines, systems and frame construction," Fangry continues, "The Wikipedia answer is yes, but the real answer is more fuzzy. You see, unlike the Chinese, the Americans, Brits and Cobra all publish safe baseline numbers. So you will see things like 'ranges over...' or 'Cruising speeds exceeding...' on the fact sheets and all of that depends on loads, weather, altitudes and so on. The American Raptor can go faster than the speed of sound before turning on their afterburners, how much faster is a question of how high they are, what the weather is like, and so on... Same thing with our real world performance."