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Sparing his attention from the Fighter Console for half a second, Toby's eyes flicked back to the grunts that filed into the room. Why the EDF bothered keeping an Army group on board their ships, he'd never understand. Integrating everything would've made life far easier and infinitely more efficient. However, it was not to be. And so, as a result, this gruff Sergeant, (who outranked him even though for the moment Toby's position was more important,) stood on the deck of the secondary bridge, his little ducklings all in a row behind him. Snorting slightly, the airman looked back at his console, watching as the Wings each made their way to their respective destinations and groupings. Foxtrot flew circuits behind the rest, keeping an eye on the overall field.

Never really a flyboy, Toby nevertheless realized that simply designating them with traditional battlegroup names was not going to work. He'd have to leave naming up to the Wing captains, but not right now. Right now, there was a battle to win.