Ben ignored the activity in the background in favor of helping coordinate the fighters.
"Red Squadron, this is Trotsky, we have multiple boogies inbound, pair off and pick your targets as they come into range, but be mindful of heavy-armaments fire from homebase." he ordered, watching as the enemy patrol came in for a strafing run he nodded.
"Red Squadron, intercept the following targets, marked, Tango Four, Tango Seven and Tango Eight, be mindful of the possibility of them being Fighter-Bombers." he spoke as he watched a small group of their fighters veer off to intercept the marked targets while the rest of the squadron kept their escorts busy.
