<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cmdr. Hitoshi Nomura<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 12, 0930<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fighter Base, Training Room II<br/><strong>With:</strong>T'chak<br/><hr/>When T'chak turned his attention from the controls to his instructor, Commander Nomura offered him a faint smile. So far he was pleased with how fast the Zentradi seemed to absorb his lessons. Of course the real test would be how well he translated theory into practice, but at least he was of to a good start.<br/><br/>"Good. So far. Now, lets look at the weapon load for the electronic attack missions you might eventually have to fly. Wild Weasel as it's commonly called is not exactly a priority for you until you have a good handle of the VF, but now that we are at it, lets at least give it a look." He pressed a few buttons on a remote control he had grabbed from the computer station earlier and the display in the mock cockpit flickered. Nomura mashed the buttons a little more, and the display he had wanted came up, showing two pairs of long-range missiles on each wing.<br/><br/>"Wild Weasel is all about trust in your RIO." The Commander said, speaking more to the empty room than the pilot he was training. "He – or she – will point you at your target, and he – or she – will keep you safe behind a screen of electronic countermeasures, while also making certain that the counter-counter measures you carry ensure a missile hit, even through enemy jamming. Part of that also goes for the recon missions, by the way. Your RIO will spot threats before you might. The person in the back seat is your eyes and ears. I know it takes some getting used to," he finished, as conversational and unhurried as was his habit. "I started in a single-seater and it took me a while to make the transition, but your partner, Lieutenant Foss, is qualified for the job she's been assigned to."