Anna set down her ship in the hangar bay, upon setting the ship down she took out here comm's piece, unbuckled the seat belt, and leaned back in her chair. She wasn't in shock, but she was certainly filled with adrenaline. She knew her skills outmatched that of the Corsairs and even her colleagues, if she was leading an attack, she could do much better. She gazed off into space for a second before finally getting out of the ship. She popped open the cockpit door and crept her way out, she stood up, pushing her sweaty hair behind her ears as she turned to look at the ship. Her ship had taken a slight beating, one of the Corsair rounds had grazed the bottom engine of the ship, and there was half a countermeasure dropper left on the ship. There was no way she could repair it herself in under a week, but as she walked over to the stairway she saw 4 engineers walking over towards the ship with equipment. Before she could even get their attention they began unpacking and organizing their tools, it seemed the Army provided gratis repairs, luckily for her. As she made her way down the stairs she began to feel a throbbing pain on her forehead, she reached up and felt a sting as her hand made contact. She looked at her had, it was covered in blood, likely from her head colliding with the dashboard.
Sit down, over here Flieger. One of the nurses rushed towards her, she was shorter than Anna, with blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She appeared to be in her early 30's if not her late 20's, she had an white apron covered in blood, and her was exchanging her used gloves for a new pair as she jogged towards Anna. I'm fine. Anna replied, but the nurse was persistent, she walked in front of Anna. If you keep bleeding you'll go unconscious, getting out of an infirmary is much harder than walking away from me treating you here. She had a point, it wouldn't look very good if Anna was badly injured on her first day in the field, especially if there wasn't really anything heroic about her actions. She sat down on the floor leaning against one of the pillars standing up the balcony to enter her ship's cockpit. Her back arched slightly as she made contact with the cold metal beam, she sat back, sweating, shaking, tense, trying to let the nurse do her job. After seeing that so much sweat had infested the wound, potentially infecting it, the nurse went to press a cloth against her forehead with hydrogen peroxide. Try and relax. The nurse put her palm against the left side of Anna's forehead as she moved to press the cloth against the wound.
Upon feeling the burning pain on her forehead, Anna's teeth snapped shut, she gripped her flight suit and tighten up hard as the pain settled in. Her entire face turned red as an apple, just as she felt like her head was going to explode the nurse took the cloth off her forehead. Anna relaxed in relief, her bright blue eyes opened wide and looked dead at the nurse. Breathe. The nurse reassured Anna as she breathed heavily for a moment. I'm going to bandage the wound now. Anna sat with her arms relaxed at her sides, her legs extended, staring over at the wing leader giving his verbal report to one of the officers. What's your name? I haven't seen too many female pilots around. Anna remained silent, she wasn't really in the mood to be friendly after what had just happened. Alright then. The Nurse wrapped the bandage around her head, the cloth tugged her hair, making it pretty uncomfortable. She looked up at the nurse again, it might be useful to have at least one nurse willing to treat her in the event of anymore accidents, Anna changed her mind. Annabelle. She spoke up looking forward as her blue eyes faded away to her natural eye color. My name's Freja, if you ever need anything from, well, you know, another woman. Her expression kept changing, Anna looked at her strangely. I'm just over in the infirmary, try not to hit anything against your head for a while. She got up and walked away, Anna stood up, before she could walk back over to her barracks she was stopped by her wing leader.
Selfish flying, but you did well, and you're not dead. Anna gave him a disgusted look. My comms channel was out and we scrambled back when we could've advanced forward. Anna spoke up with a hostile tone. Relax, that's about how every fight has gone around here since the local Brigadegeneral is to afraid to make any risky pushes forward, I'm not here about that anyways. He paused for a second and pulled out a piece of paper. Annabelle Heinrich you are being given the rank of Gerfieter under my personal recommendation and a decision from the Oberkommando. You're also being given charge of Red wing. He handed her the paper, that wasn't right, he would just give up power? Why? Are you putting potential embarrassment on me or is this genuine? He looked at her, turned and walked away. Fine, she would be better anyways.
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