Sunday, Unknown Date, 17:00 PM

Unknown PMC Airfield, West Side of Ushtobe, Jetisu Region, Kazakhstan

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The scene started around a large PMC airfield where the quiet atmospheric from the base can be experiencing for the PMC employees from inside and outside the facility because as for today there's fewer Home Security guards and airfield crews deployed around the airfield for some reason.

*Vrooom*

*Tnit!*

*Wuoww! Wuoww!*

The scene changed into a hangar nearby the base where a Kazakhstan origin air force PMC pilot named Beltzhanev can be seen walking into a fellow pilot of the PMC air force, his squadron leader codenamed Heron. Before Heron changed his attention towards Beltzhanev, he was observing the airfield nearby his JF-17C Thunder Block 3 with the cockpit window open and a maintenance stepladder attached on the left side of the plane. Both of them are the PMC air squadron members of a frontline air squad known as 15th Tactical Fighter Squadron or in short Rimsa Team.

*12x Trek!*

Rimsa 2 | Beltzhanev : *stopped his track before he greets his squadron leader* Sen de, Geron? (You too, Heron?)

Rimsa 1 | Heron : *nodded before looking around for short time* Birdene duris emes, munda eskim joq. Basqa eskadrielyalar, aerodrom qizmetkerleri, uey kuezetsileri, olar munda koep emes. (Something's wrong, there's barely anyone here. Other squadrons, airfield staffs, Home Security guards, they're not much here.)

Rimsa 2 | Beltzhanev : Xabarlamalar Spektr Vzvodinan emes, tikeley bizdin jogari jaqtan kelip jatir, olar qalanin xaliqqa toli ekenin aytti, oeytkeni Qazaqstan uekimeti twriestik nawqandi daeriptep jatir jaene bizdin koeptegen PMC joldastari oezderinin qiliq isterimen aynalisw uesin sol jerde. Degenmen sene alasiz ba? (There are reports coming straight from our higher ups, not the Specter Platoon, they said the town are crowded with people to as the Kazakh government are glorifying a tourism campaign and many of our PMC comrades are there to sulk around minding their f*cking business. Can you believe it, though?)

Rimsa 1 | Heron : Tch! *lightly smashes his right fist into his plane's body*

*TONK!*

Rimsa 1 | Heron : *looking at below with irritated face before looking back to his squad member* Men bul jalqawlarga demalis kuenderi bizdin mindetimizden bas tartwga aqtawga bolmaytinin tuesingen kezde jawapkersiliktin maenin bilwge tirisamin. (I'll make sure to make those lazybones know the meaning of responsibility when they realize that a weekend is no excuse to abandon our duty.)

Rimsa 2 | Beltzhanev : Men bul twrali Spektr 2-ge ol issapardan qaytip kelgende mindetti tuerde xabarlaymin. Biraq bul adamdar basqa naerse dep oylaysiz ba? (I'll be sure to let Specter 2 knows about it when he's back from business trip. But again, those people are something else, don't you think?)

Rimsa 1 | Heron : Bul adamdardi qurmettew baeribir jogalgan is. Spektr 1-nin bul beyberekettikten xabardar bolwi sieyaqti siz jaqsıraq bilesiz dep oylagan edim, Beltjanev. (Dignifying those people is a lost cause anyway. I would have thought that you know better just like Specter 1's awareness to this mess, Beltzhanev.)

Rimsa 2 | Beltzhanev : Aytinizsi, eger bizdin PMC joldastarimiz "Saxw jaene tabw" saetin ayaqtagannan keyin de baylanistarin jogaltpasa se? (Pray tell though, what if our PMC comrades didn't lose their touch even after they're finished with their "FAFO" moment?)

Rimsa 1 | Heron : Men jildar boyi jawingerlik usaqti basqarwdan basqa estene bilmeymin, Beltjanev. Spektr Vzvodinin osi aeskerie rotaga senimdi bassılıginan keyin men jaqin arada jumistan ketemin dep oylamaymin. Qazaqtin memlekettik organdarina da, memlekettik qizmetke de emes. (I know nothing but to pilot a combat aircraft for years, Beltzhanev. After Specter Platoon's solid leadership to this military company, I don't think I'll be quiting anytime soon. Neither to Kazakh government agencies nor the civil service.)

Rimsa 2 | Beltzhanev : Xexe. Tipti biz sieyaqti maydan eskadrielyalari Jer planetasina sogis peristelerinin qatiswin qajet etpeydi dep uemittengisi keldi. Ieronieya, solay emes pe? Bolasaqta munday tagdirdin aldin alw muemkin emes pe? (Hehe. Even frontline squadrons like ours wanted to hope that planet Earth don't need a presence of war angels. Ironic, isn't it? That such fate would be unavoidable in the future?)

*4x TRK!*

Rimsa 1 | Heron : *embarks into his JF-17C with the stepladder* Xaxaxa. Kuelkili bolmaniz. Patrwldik saparga 2 usaq jetkilikti me? (Hahaha. Don't be ridiculous. Are 2 planes enough for patrol sortie?)

Rimsa 2 | Beltzhanev : Bherunda Komandasi qazirgi waqitta bitimgersilik kuen taertibi retinde bizdin jogari jaqtardin jaene sol aymaqtin aynalasındagi bieliktin toliq ruqsatimen Kasmier sekarasin patrwldewde. Biz jaqsi bolamiz. Riemsa Komandasi bugan deyin eki usaq patrwldik uswlarin orindağan. Men oez usagimda bolamin, usw-qonw jolaginda kezdeskense. (Bherunda Team currently patrolling around the borders of Kashmir under full permit from our higher ups and the authorities around that area as a peacekeeping agenda. We'll be fine. Rimsa Team have done couple of 2 plane patrol sorties before. I'll be on my plane, see you on the runway.) *looking away from Heron before he runs into the hangar that contains his JF-17C*

*6x TRK!*

Rimsa 1 | Heron : *trying to wear his pilot helm with both hands* Hmph. Oni Tuerkistan Oblisinin aspaninda bolganda koeremiz. (Hmph. We'll see that when we're at the skies of Turkistan Region.)

And so, Heron and Beltzhanev requested a patrol sortie without being accompanied by 2 other members of Rimsa Team who're not currently present around the airfield, Orazov & Balabekov. Eventually both of them were granted by the higher ups of the PMC as they were given official permit from Kazakh MoD and Kazakh Armed Forces after needed to wait on the plane for couple of minutes before they finally allowed for a taxi through the runway by the Airfield Control Station.

Airfield Control Station : *through radio* Rimsa Team, you have the runway. On you.

Rimsa 1 | Heron : *through radio* Roger that. This is Rimsa 1, we are now initiating final takeoff procedure. How copy, over?

Airfield Control Station : *through radio* Solid copy, Rimsa 1. We wish you the best of luck on your sortie, over and out.

Rimsa 2 | Beltzhanev : *through radio* Squad Leader, lead on.

*2x Turbofan engine acceleration noises*

After following the procedural takeoff instructions from the Air Control Station, both members of Rimsa Team powers on the engine of their plane before they (separately) lifting their plane after reaching the best angle of climb to reach the pitch altitude. Since both planes have retracted their landing gear after reaching safe maneuverable altitude, the ACS now can declare that the takeoff procedure run successfully as intended.

Airfield Control Station : *through radio* Rimsa 1 and Rimsa 2 is away.

PMC HQ Station : *through radio* Godspeed.

END OF TEST