Pilot Officers Cuthbert Lockwood & Hope Meadows
6 Squadon, they were the first specialist ground attack squadron in the Royal East Moreland Air Force and had earned the affectionate nickname as the "Flying Can-Openers" they'd been the first to get hold of the fearsome Dragonbane with its mighty canon and then the first to get the Dragonbane's little baby, the Dragonbane II. It was a squadron with a rich heritage and even the guys in the Army loved them, after all hearing that 6 Squadon was flying above you meant safety and that was something the "Snake-Eaters", as their official nickname called them, were exceptionally proud of.
The Squadron awaited its two new recruits, it would be left to Wing Commander Coleman to train them, along with the other pilots designated for potential ground attack roles. He stood waiting patiently in the briefing room as he heard a gaggle of voices from outside, it was the same every year the fresh faced recruits would arrive and being straight out of Officer Training think they knew it all. The door at the back of the old turf covered tunnel shaped room opened and one at a time the trainees entered to see Coleman and his Lead Instructor Flt.Lt Kelly Sheppard stood at the front, one at a time they fell silent and made their way into one of the seats placing pads of paper on the tables attached to the chairs arm. Coleman waited for the last one to be settled before he began. "Over the next 12 weeks we will determine where your future lies, those of you who meet the physical fitness standards, pass the academic tests and show they are capable of potentially flying a multi-million pound aircraft will progress, those that don't will be packed off back to Ostlake and from there your future decieded. That may see some of you moved onto other aircraft platforms, generally cargo aircraft or things like the Spotter, others will be offered other placements. Those who succeed will do a further 10 week course on our jet lead in before six weeks on their front line platform. You will live, eat, sleep and shit ground attack flying by the time we've done. This is Flt.Lt Sheppard who will oversee you day to day, it will be her report I will use to determine whether you get to stay a pilot. Best of luck" He turned as Sheppard saluted him and then made his way out.
Sheppard was in her late 30's and had almost a decade of combat experience under her belt, she'd become an instructor two years ago and this group through would be her final batch before she herself returned to front line duties. "There are twelve of you, three instructors including me, you will each be assessed by your instructor and those fortunate enough to not get me as their instructor you get your ride along checks done by me. You will refer to me as Ma'am, Flt.Lt or Helus, as for as far as your concerned I have the power of the almighty. Next time you arrive you will do so in a manner of elite air force officers not a gaggle of school children." She cast eyes around the hall. "Lockwood, Cuthbert.....seriously that's a name" the room chuckled before steely gazes from Sheppard shut them up.
"Erm....yeah" a skinny young looking officer stood nervously, "All my friends call me Bertie, or Lockie" he raised a hand as though getting Sheppards attention.
"I couldn't give a shit what your friends call you. You're now Lockwood which sadly means your mine" she shook her head as though disapproving of him already. "Meadows, Hope" she read out the next name.
"Yes Ma'am" a short haired woman stood up at attention, her flying suit arms tied around her waist. Sheppard cast judgemental eyes her way.
"You graduated?" the chief instructor asked but didn't wait for the answer, "Uniform says you wear flying suits zipped up when on duty, now once your out of training that'll be for whicever poor sap gets you to determine when your on duty. To me anytime your breathing your on duty. You breathing Meadows?" Again there was no wait for a response. "Zip it up" Hope looked forlorn, she'd hoped to make a good impression and was just chewed out in front of her new comrades. "You two fuckwits are mine and we're doing walk round checks in five minutes. Get your gear meet me in Hangar 2." With that she turned and left as the other instructors called their own trainees over.
The pair hurried into the locker room, grabbed their flight pads and headed over within about a minute. A single
DragonProp sat there with a few ground crew going over it. "Morning Sir...Ma'am" an engineer saluted as he approached, neither of the two new officers was wearing head gear but returned the salute. "Jekar sake" the engineer hung his head, "Pilots don't salute, you don't wear headgear idiots" he said the last bit under his breath as he stuck a screw driver into his belt. "Flt.Sgt Osbourne, I'm your flight engineer so you essentially see me to get your bird. This is Crew 2 so get to know them well, they'll be fixing your planes so be nice ok." he smiled and extended a hand to each of them. "Sheppard's good, she'll bust your balls.....or lady balls" he corrected himself looking at Hope who just smiled, "But she makes good pilots."
"Yes but you can't polish a turd" Sheppard had appeared behind them, "Gossiping again Ozzy" she teased the Flt.Sgt.
"Just preparing them for the efforts to come.....you doing flight checks?" The greying NCO asked as he spotted the flight board in her hand.
"Indeed we are." She tapped a pen on the clipboard which held the aircrafts "Pinkie" a slip that had to be signed following flight checks each day. The pilots would walk round their aircraft and check it, once happy they'd sign the pink form and the aircraft would be under their command. On return the pilot filled in a yellow form which was then handed to Osbourne detailing any issues discovered during the flight. "You fix that hum on the radio."
"Yeah.....we taught it the words" the two laughed at the old joke before Osborne summouned his crew over. "Afternoon on the Dragonling folks, move to Hangar 3." the crew began packing up tool boxes and pushing them out the door leaving just the aircraft and its associated gear, "Best of luck getting out of here" the final words caused the ground crew to laugh as Osbourne followed them out to where the training jets where opposite.
"Today is simple, there are 68 checks that need to be completed before this thing can leave the hangar. Lockwood you get first chance, no help from me, only this" Sheppard tossed a flight manual onto the bench, "First mistake you make you sit down and Meadows gets a go. We finish for the day once both of you have done a successful pre-flight check." Lockwood looked comfortable as he took a pen out of his pocket and headed over to towards the aircraft, he had the swagger of someone who had done this before. He'd been an Air Cadet in his youth and had 20 hours of flying through that youth group so he was certain something as basic as a pre-flight check wouldn't be too hard. "Sit the hell down" Sheppard bellowed before he'd even laid a hand on the aircraft. "Meadows your up" She stood and began walking towards the aircraft "Fuck me....your dead sit down." The two trainees looked at each unsure how they'd failed so quickly especially with them both having been experienced Air Cadets. "Rule No.1 assume the Prop is live. You've just approached the thing from the front, always approach from the back, do a visual check the engine safety is on and then get started." The two nodded, it was a rookie mistake and showed both of them that everything they'd learned in their younger days was out the window.
What they'd thought would take them no more than 20 minutes lasted six hours as each minor mistake was rewarded with a seat on the bench and a chance to read more of the manual. As Hope finally got to fire up the engine, Sheppard gathered on the wing brace, Lockwood on the other side. The satisfying roar of the prop filled the hanger and Sheppard reached in and gently pushed the throttle forward allowing the throaty roar to fill the air. "Thing of beauty" she yelled over the sound as the two cadets couldn't held but feel a tingle up their spine. "Cut it" Sheppard motioned with her thumb across her throat. The engine went silent, "Now put all the safeties back, fill in the yellow and hand it back to Osbourne. Tomorrow I want this thing out the hangar within 30 minutes ok" the two nodded and did as ordered before making their way back to barracks.
"Think we've drawn the short straw there" Lockwood said as they stood at the fork in the path that seperated the male and female accomodation. "Think tomorrow we'll get to fly?" he asked.
"Well she knows what she's doing, ten years in combat shows that. I think we've drawn the best straw, she'll make us better pilots and thats why I'm here. But hell yes to flying tomorrow" the pair high fived before heading off to memorise the checklist once more.