navy intruder

“the last episode of the season is a two-parter, following stories of each of the rubies floating through space, the self reflection of doc as a leader, the terror of army at her friends being hurt somewhere she can’t protect them, the determination of navy to rescue her friends (as shes the closest to earth’s orbit), eyeball’s altercation with the human-rebel, and leggy lamenting her failures as a new soldier and a gem itself.”

I really liked @tiredruby’s idea so I wrote a little short sorry for spelling errors I’m on mobile!!

She can’t help but keep thinking she couldn’t get worse.
They were there! They were so close and then she bad been slammed into with her own ship and they were gone. She was so close! She was so close- maybe a bit far away but she they had been in sight! Leader. They were supposed to depend on her and look where she got them! Leader? Yeah, like she deserved that title. She ran her hand over her face, her eyes stinging irritatingly with the hints of tears starting to bud. They were her platoon- they were her friends and she lost them! She got them into this mess and she had no way to get them out now! She looked around her but there was nothing noteworthy anymore. Without missions, without them, her time had come to a screeching halt- how long had she been out here anyway? She casted a glance to where she had been, but she was long past it now. Where they even still out there? She had no right to call herself leader anymore. Earth was too big a mission for her. It was too big for them but she took it wholeheartedly instead. They were sent because they were competent, because all other missions under her guidance had been cleared with little issue! But this wasn’t like other missions. This involved something a lot more important and serious she was too cocky to look at. She let them be tricked twice! Leader? It left a foul feeling sit with her. Leader of what?

She hadn’t felt this hopeful in awhile, truth be told.
She and Navy were close now, if only by happenstance. She felt lucky knowing one of her friends was just a few feet away, knowing one of her friends wasn’t hurt somewhere alone in space.
It took them awhile to close the gap between them, it was hard to move closer. They had to be mindful of the rocks that were hurtling towards them as to not to hurt themselves while they where here, and that really wasn’t her level of expertise.
And then they were almost there! She almost had Navy’s hands in her own, and solider she was she was on the brink of crying in relief. However before they could made it, she saw Navy’s head start to turn to the side, and before she could even start to ask what was wrong she felt her body shoved out of the way, propelling her further into space only to see the ship they had taken to earth pass by without a second thought.
She screamed. She screamed and yelled and punched and kicked but it didn’t help. It didn’t do anything- she couldn’t do anything! She brought her hands up to tug at her hair as she gritted her teeth and an overwhelming sense of dread made itself comfortable around her. She looked back up just hoping, but she couldn’t even see the forms of Navy or Doc in the distance- wherever she was now it wasn’t with them! Doc, Navy, Eyeball, Leggy! They were all out there and she wasn’t with them! She couldn’t help them! She smacked a hand to her face digging her palm into it. What good was she if she couldn’t even help them!

She wasn’t sure at first, but it was earth. She was getting closer and closer to the planet at an alarming rate. Her hopes had been dashed when she had been separated from Army, but now seeing the planet so close reignited a flame in her. This was were the rebels made their stand- where they were now. They had her platoon’s ship- her only way to save her friends. She wasn’t sure how she’d do it, how they’d react if they came across her, but as she started to feel herself plummet at the planet, getting even closer even quicker, she knew she’d do anything to get that ship back.

Leggy had never been alone. Not like this.
Was there protocol for being stuck in space? Eyeball said there was protocol for almost anything. Space was prettier when she wasn’t stuck in it like this. Alone like this. She started to tremble as she brought her knees up to her chest, big ugly tears starting to fall. Was it because she was new? A proper solider would know what to do, wouldn’t they? She hiccuped as she thought of her disappointed platoon. They wouldn’t be here if she was smarter. It was her fault they were stuck out there. If she was a big smart soldier she could have fought them better! If she wasn’t new she’d know better! She could have been better and she could still have her platoon with her! Sobs cut through her own thoughts and she held herself tighter, the tears falling and leaving a gross feeling on her face. They expected her to know better! They expected so much from her and she let them down! They thought she could handle this but she couldn’t!
She curled in on herself for awhile. At some point the tears stopped but they left her feeling worse. Sometimes she cried and sometimes she floated there, resenting herself more and more for failing them. She had been crying again when a familiar light settled on her, and she begun to move toward it.

Students lift a 21,000 pound decommissioned A-6E Intruder Navy plane during a Crash Damage or Disabled Aircraft Recovery (CDDAR) training course at Volk Field Air National Guard base on May 23. In the simulation, the aircraft was found upside down and students must rig the aircraft and conduct a complex lift and roll maneuver. During the procedure, the appointed team chief, who is also a student in the class, coordinates the task with the two crane operators.

A U.S. Navy Grumman A-6E Intruder aircraft (BuNo 156926) from the Naval Air Warfare Center Aircraft Division Pax River Ordnance Systems Department released a Walleye II extended range data link missile over the Atlantic Ocean during a flight to fully certify the weapons for use on Fleet Intruders. The Walleye II, a 2,000 pound class standard offensive weapon used on other Navy aircraft, has now been given the green light to be used on the Intruder.


EA-6B Prowlers from the USS George H.W. Bush take a bow on their final front-line cruise.

The last of the Intruder family, Prowlers are involved in electronic jamming over the skies of Iraq in coordination with the US strikes against ISIS, jamming communications and providing cover against any possible SAM threats. The EA-6B will soon be completely replaced with the EA-18G Growler.

via War Is Boring

A U.S. Navy A-6E (Intruder) from Attack Squadron Three Four (VA-34) lines up his fuel probe with the buddy-store basket being deployed by another VA-34 Intruder aircraft in preparation for an in-flight-refueling over the Arabian Gulf on April 25, 1996. The Intruders were operating from the deck of U.S. Navy nuclear powered aircraft carrier USS George Washington (CVN 73), which is currently deployed to the Arabian Gulf in support of Operation Southern Watch. DoD photo by Lt. John McVay, U.S. Navy.

A U.S. Navy Grumman A-6E Intruder from attack squadron VA-95 Green Lizards aircraft dropping CBU-59 cluster bombs over Iranian targets in retaliation for the mining of the guided missile frigate USS Samuel B. Roberts (FFG-58) on 18 April 1988. VA-95 was assigned to Carrier Air Wing 11 (CVW-11) aboard the aircraft carrier USS Enterprise (CVN-65) for a deployment to the Western Pacific and the Indian Ocean from 5 January to 3 July 1988.

U.S. Navy A-6E Intruder (Bu No 155592) using a belly mounted ‘buddy’ pack, performs in-flight refueling with a French Navy Super Etendard (right) while operating in the western Mediterranean Sea, June 19, 1996. The Intruder was flying from the deck of the aircraft carrier USS George Washington (CVN 73), while the Super Etendards were operating from the French aircraft carrier Clemenceau (R 98). The two carriers and their aircraft used the opportunity to practiced underway replenishment and in-flight refueling respectively. The Intruder is attached to Attack Squadron 34 'Blue Blasters’, of Naval Air Station Oceana, Virginia USA.