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Amelia 'Mia' Flay

"I'll cut the sky to ribbons!"

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a character in “A.N.G.E.L. The Eniknight War”, as played by Tanman

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Name: Amelia ‘Mia’ Flay
Age: 21
Allegiance: Stratian
Rank: E-4 Senior Soldier
Total Exp: ?? Next to level: ??
Level: 2
HP: 7/7
Dice:1D27


Customised Arrow Piercer - Flare Runner
HP: 15
Atk: 5
Dice 1d27

Card: Desperate Fury
Amelia can critical on a 1, in addition to a max roll.
“Like hell I’d ever stop!.” - Amelia Flay

Appearance:
Fiery orange hair messily spikes out from a black bandana, the tails of which hang down to the small of her back. Atop the bandana and across her forehead is a pair of flight goggles, a relic of a time long passed, the headgear keeping all but one stray bang from her sharp auburn eyes. Out of the short mess of hair at the back of her neck, a single braided ponytail hangs aimlessly, usually draping over her tasselled yellow scarf. Her uniform consists of a dark grey military vest adorned with deep green camouflage patterns on either side, matching her combat shorts and sleeves. The black theme continues in her gloves, pouches and baggy pants leggings. Though she bares skin at her shoulders, midriff and thighs, she insists this is for manoeuvrability and comfort, nothing more. Red belts help tighten the leggings and sleeves into place on her arms, and add a splash more colour to an otherwise dull outfit.

Personality

Flay was always a determined young woman, with high goals and aspirations. Never happy with second best, she’d do whatever she could to top everyone. Competitive, feisty and eager, she’d never back down from a challenge, maintaining a confidence in her abilities that is unfaltering. Ever focused on goals at hand, she always puts the rush of adrenaline before all else, working at her next thrill before the first wears off. Some may see it as recklessly suicidal, but to her, sitting still is a waste of time and energy. Though she’s always had a little bit of a flaring temper, as of late, she’s become a lot more tense and easier to infuriate, which can tend towards some aggressive tendencies. A lover of speed, the only place she’s managed to truly pursue her desire is in the skies, where her daredevil stunts constantly amaze her peers. If one could ever convince her to wind down, she can be a little moody; but on a deeper level, she’d admit that her need to keep going is her way of enjoying life and what it has. Being safe and bored is something she could never stand – Living life to the full is the only existence she could consider.

Equipment

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A brilliant pilot of an Arrow Piercer, Mia makes the most of the incredible potential of the interceptor fighter, utilising the high-speed thrusters, photonic blasters and various other standard armaments.

Should Mia survive to begin service with an advanced combat suit, it will begin to take on the form of a dark knight; a black beast that overwhelms it’s oppositions with uncontested speed and precision. Huge back mounted wings provide incredible thrust and agility, while the blood red blade carves death into all that meet its edge. Though primarily utilising the sword for combat, Amelia’s eniknight also has access to some guided laser strikes, concealed in the focusing lenses located at key points of its design.

History

Growing up the child of a Stratian military pilot, one would think Amelia would have been against joining the service. Instead, she was determined to follow and exceed her father’s footsteps, his words of discouragement only serving to further fuel her desire. The protective nature of the household she had grown up in only seemed to lead to rebellion and thrill seeking. In her school years, she studied the military around her own classes, physically and mentally training herself for the day she’d join. She was a little eccentric, so she didn’t exactly make many friends except Trent; the young boy who’d helped explain to her the mechanics and principles behind some of the Stratian aircraft. After blitzing the examinations and showing all the qualities necessary of an ace pilot, Amelia and Trent were recommended by her father into Sarah Lorian’s unit, a fresh commander that her father had come to respect. Though Amelia had her differences with Sarah, she respected her superior officer’s judgement, and came to see her as a fellow comrade. After the Star Maiden incident, which claimed the life of her mother, Amelia’s drive for battle intensified, a rage and lust for revenge burning inside of her that only war could sate…

So begins...

Amelia 'Mia' Flay's Story

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Character Portrait: Aster Rei Elionsvie Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: Vincent Cairo Character Portrait: Stratian Pilot Character Portrait: Amelia 'Mia' Flay Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon
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=The soldiers in the convoys do as they were commanded as they put their state of the art helmets on, images of fellow comrades shown in the reflections of their visors. In five minutes time the convoy reached its destination. a half mile from the streets of Sulta and just shy of 500 yards from the front line. The Stratian tanks traveling with the convoy move forward to the front lines firing volleys into their Artomidian enemies while the Armored protective vehicles carrying ghost platoon form a wall to shield the platoons to protect them while their acting commander Major Garlon will brief them.
Extraction point reached, move out of APC and immediately form up within the walled formation of the convoy.


=The soldiers quickly grab all their equipment and weapons and rush out of the convoys starting from the closest to the exit. The sounds of stray bullets dinging against the armor plating of the vehicles can be heard on occasions. As the soldiers rush out of the convoy they can see the hell up ahead unfolding. Arrow Piercer fighters fly over their head, heading over the battle lines to sink the enemy ships in the distance. The ships themselves were hard to make out however the flames from their rockets being fired toward them can be seen, but more noticeable is the thousands of bullets and artillery fire being traded back and forth.
Among the arrow piercers flying over head was one of the Stratian Air Force's top flying aces Amelia "Mia; Flay.

=The Stratian soldiers from the different convoys begin to gather together and form up in a well organized disciplined square formation, and awaited for their commander Major Garlon to brief them over their mission about to unfold.

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Character Portrait: Aster Rei Elionsvie Character Portrait: Vincent Cairo Character Portrait: Amelia 'Mia' Flay Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon
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Horatio began to prepare for his speech at the five minute mark. He wasn't always the one that was entirely good at speeches; most people turned to him for advice or insight, not mission debriefing. Nevertheless, he was the only one that could do it, since most of the other Generals/Majors/Higher-ups were either fighting back the ANGs forces - squashing them to say the least - or squabbling behind the lines, not having seen any action in this war at all. He gave a sigh, moving his left arm around periodically to keep it moving. Horatio knew that he would have to stand up straight to face the Platoon, and he wanted to make sure that nothing would break down on him during his debrief. He started to feel around with his legs, moving them slowly to see if they were ready. After a few seconds of that, he decided that he would be fine for the bit.

Jorge stared out at battlefield afterwards. The ANG were hopelessly losing to the superior might of technology - which easily made sense, since they were always going on about the sky being the 'heavens' and technology wasn't 'useful'. Without technology, Horatio knew that he wouldn't have another arm, and probably wouldn't ever walk again. The thought scared him to death, not ever being able to move on your own. Wheelchairs didn't count, for it was like sitting in a couch, yet somehow moving.

His thoughts went darker still to Arkacello, and he winced at the memory. He lost half of the platoon during that siege, and even if it was a victory, it was grim. Sure, the Artomidians lost thousands more, but they were at least dead: a traitor like Vage Leer was still alive and fighting for the wrong people. He nearly spat at the thought of the coward. Horatio knew for a fact that not many men enjoyed this line of work, but stomached it because it was necessary. Vage, on the other hand, didn't seem to have what it took, so he decided to jump ship. That kid would have-

Extraction point reached, move out of APC and immediately form up within the walled formation of the convoy. Horatio's thoughts were interrupted by the call of the pilot, and he nodded his thanks. The soldiers grabbed all of their gear and were quickly assembling outside of his vehicle, as the tanks moved forward to give them cover. Horatio decided that it would probably be fore the best if he got out then, so he opened the door and lightly jumped down. His legs stung fiercely from the landing, and he had to stabilize himself while the entire platoon got into formation: by then, he was fine.

When everybody was settled, he turned to them and stared through the entire ranks, changing and formulating a plan. He needed it to work, or his platoon would probably be scorned as a bunch of losers. He sucked in a breath, and spoke just loud enough over the constant noise. "First of all, forget about Arkacello. Completely. The past is the past." He stared at them all, knowing that more than a few of the platoon members hadn't gotten over it. "Once you do that, you can focus on today's mission. Now, as you have noticed, this looks nothing like Arkacello: The ANG are on solid defense, no element of surprise whatsoever. Yet, they are lacking in numbers, and are slowly thinning out. Operation Lancer, to be carried out by the Ghost Platoon, is a direct attack on two close fronts," He pointed out specifically on their maps with his gadget thingy (In truth, Horatio is terrible with technology...) "where their line is thinning more than the rest, and gain access to the enemy lines. With this small advantage, we can pump other soldiers and armored vehicles into enemy territory and take them by the side." He paused, and then continued.

"Men! Do NOT just think you can walk up with your stealth suits and just assume these people are idiots. The ANG may be pompous and arrogant, but they are not retarded. Keep it tight, and efficient." He then turned somewhat, looking out at the battlefield with narrow eyes before returning. "The tanks will give you coverage as you split into two teams when you reach this junction. One team will take a sniper and head towards the southern section of the attack zone, where a massive outcrop of debris will give that sniper good positioning. The other team will head to the northern section, winding through the trenches as far as you can, then hoping through the artillery holes before striking. Stealth, men, is key."

He stopped once more, and could feel his legs beginning to feel weak. He didn't even look at them, just kept staring at the men, and his eyes hardened. "You will be the finishing blow to the ANG if this mission is completed, for after Sulta is the capital of Holygrounds, and the victory for the Stratians. Ghost Platoon. Let's get it done, shall we?" He left off with the question he always did, and the soldiers went to work dividing themselves into the groups assigned. He purposely put the new kid with the female sniper so that he would get a feeling for how dangerous stealth could be. Snipers loved to pick on their own kind.

He then put his hand to his ear and signaled one of his arrow piercers. "Senior Soldier Amelia Flay, this is Major Horatio Garlon. The Ghost Platoon is about to move out to complete Operation Lancer. I need you to be on lookout for them, and take out any armor that may have been assigned there after my reconnaissance. The skies are all yours, however. Shoot whatever you want when it comes to anything that flies, as I have no experience flying whatsoever. Just be wary of the ground below." He said with a little chuckle, but then became serious once again. He didn't say anything, he just awaited her response.

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Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Aerionelle Franz Remil Character Portrait: Vai Character Portrait: Trent Soren Character Portrait: Amelia 'Mia' Flay Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon
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Today was going to be a good day. It was the day where everything was going to end, and the war was going to be put to rest. She’d personally make sure of it. For Mia, there was no greater satisfaction then knowing she was to be a part of crushing the Artomidians here and now. It was a foregone conclusion that the Stratians, with their superior technology and numbers would crush the naïve surface dwellers; so the ‘final’ push like this probably didn’t actually mean that much compared to the initial landing strike. Still, this was the moment where she’d claim vengeance. She’d make sure everyone of those self-righteous bastards…

"Senior Soldier Amelia Flay, this is Major Horatio Garlon...” The crackle of her headset radio relayed the orders from the tin-man, a bit of an unexpected change from the now familiar nagging of Sarah. It was a sign that things were finally about to get underway. With an eager curl of her lips, Flay began making some last checks to ensure everything on the Flare Runner was in order, narrowing her eyes a little at the Major’s orders. Just who exactly did he think he was talking to? She wasn’t some rookie – She KNEW the skies were hers – And anyone who begged to differ would be on the receiving end of a photonic laser.

“Reading you loud and clear Major. Just have to be as incredible as always and make sure you folks don’t get bombed to bits. Trust me, nothing’s faster than me in the air.” Mia replied, messing with the series of switches that would allow her to keep an eye on the positioning of Ghost Platoon. With any luck, maybe they’d encounter some unexpected resistance and she’d get a chance to save their scrawny necks. After all, those ‘stealthy’ squads never really seemed to be fond of glory; so they’d probably have no qualms about letting her bask in hero status.

After hearing the reply from the Major, Amelia quickly switched comms to her squadmates, the 5 other Arrow piercers that made up her company more than enough to deal with any straggling resistance that the Artomidians could muster. “So, everyone get that? I’ll be running cover for the Ghost Platoon, so I’m counting on you guys to hold the skies for everything else. Holler if you need me – But I don’t expect much resistance.” Laughing a little to herself, she was met with resounding affirmation, before the tiny commbox of Sarah appeared in the corner of her view.

“Listen up, all of you. With Mia providing cover for a stealth mission, you’ll need to break formation to make it seem like you’re just scouring separately. Watch eachother’s back, and maintain constant contact with your team. That includes you, hotshot.” Mia eyerolled a little at the personal touch, flicking the tiny screen and making it disappear. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. Yo, Trent, make sure I don’t do anything stupid, alright?”

“I don’t really think that’s possible with you Mia… But I’ll try to minimise the damage.” The ever cheerful voice of her friend voiced through the comms, drawing out a faint smile from the pilot. Today was going to be a good day.




For Laymin, there wasn’t any real questions on her mind – Or at least, none that wouldn’t be answered by the briefing while they were heading out. Though she was apprehensive about using a draco, she wasn’t about to show weakness in front of anyone. Besides, she’d piloted one before. Kinda. She had Vai and the AASTs anyway. Wasn’t like she would be on her own out there. She felt spurred on to say something morale raising, but figured that was better left to those in charge of the mission. So instead, she simply nodded and prepared to set off.

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Character Portrait: Azmeen Seriph Character Portrait: Amelia 'Mia' Flay Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon
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Horatio narrowed his eyes in both thoughtfulness and confusion as Seriph slowly blundered his way through his report.

Sir.. .. message... from the front.. North Team is in... position but.. we are pinned down by heavy artillery and machine gun fire... we are needing air support before we can advance... Radio communications are being jamned. That quite explained why he was only able to contact the piercers and other flyers, and only got static from the front lines: it seemed that jammers were in place to hopefully stall and confuse them.
As a result North team was unable to inform you over the com that Lt. Horus was killed. He was hit in the lung by machine gun fire. Before he died, he ordered me to assume command of his team, requesting for you to grant me an emergency step promotion to a field officers rank, when this battle ends. My witness soldier Abel accompanied me to confirm his request but an enemy sniper got to him before we could make it here. Horatio stared at him, and swore under his breath. Lt. Horus was shot? Damn, really bad timing. This could alter my thoughts a little, especially since this man says that he is supposed to be immediately promoted when this battle ends. I will have to take his word for it, but his only witness is also dead. Judging by his ego, I would normally refuse it, but in these times... Horatio was in a loop that he needed to break, and the only way was to allow the kid to be promoted.

After Lt. Horus death I confirmed the coordinates of where both the enemy ships bombarding us are and the machine gun fire that is holding us down. We are needing immediate airstrikes on those locations, and then radio communication can be reestablished and we can commence a charge on Sulta's north boundary. Finally some news that didn't require his better judgement, just a simple answer. Horatio looked at the airstrike locations, and nodded in understanding. Without those jammers gone, the North team could be obliterated, which could seriously hinder the plans of taking over the enemy lines with two prongs. With a sigh, he spoke.

"Understood, Seriph. I hereby state: Soldier Basic Seriph, under emergency protocol 36B, you shall take immediate control of the Northern squad of the Ghost Platoon, and be promoted to Field Officer by this battles end." He then got the coordinates memorized, and radioed in Mia and her Arrow Piercers. "Flay, this is Major Garlon. A radio jammer has taken out most of our radios. Requesting an airstrike on these coordinates." He sent her the coordinates, and awaited her response.

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Character Portrait: Trent Soren Character Portrait: Amelia 'Mia' Flay Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon
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"Oh man, it's funny to think that was an attempt to hit me." Laughing to herself, Amelia swooped down low, deploying a few flares to dissuade the missiles trailing after her, causing a multitude of blinding explosions in the sky. Strafing the anti-air fire from the ground, she quickly pulled up into a vertical ascent, cruising upwards at high velocity before turning back the way she came - completely upside down as she closed in behind the fighter that'd made the mistake to cross her. With a smirk, Mia flicked open the top of her flight stick, revealing the ever shiny red button for the main gun. "Buh-Bye." With a soft click, the hyper-dense heated-laser ripped out from the front barrel, exploding in a burst of flame as it easily blew out the engine of the enemy fighter, sending it plummeting down in a spiral of smokey death. For a moment, Mia watched the shredding impact in smug satisfaction, eying the shattered pieces that scattered across the battlefield. Honestly, with inferior tech like that and rookies trying to use them, there wasn't anything that could take her down.

"Flay, this is Major Garlon. A radio jammer has taken out most of our radios. Requesting an airstrike on these coordinates."

Mia listened in to the latitude and longitude, plumbing them in to bring up the targeting beacon on her HUD. Well now, they thought they'd could hide in a puny little shelter like that? Geez, these Artomidians were just a bunch of cowards with cheap and pathetic tactics. "Roger that Major. Consider it done." Switching channels, Mia shifted her gaze to the aerial battlefield, looking for the nearest available pilots. “Soren, Garside, you're running with me. The rest of you, keep 'em busy. We're going on a little field trip.”

“So, that our target is it?” Trent looked up at the feed, the transmitted coordinates slowly rolling onto his own display. “Looks pretty bunkered down. Got a plan Mia?”

“Yeah, blow it to bits! Duh!” Came the enthusiastic, if slightly annoyed reply. Trent gave a small sigh, before laughing in spite of himself. “That's not exactly what I meant. Hey, Sarah, I take it you're getting this too?”

“Loud and clear.” Came the elegant reply, Sarah scanning over the map and details for the mission. Thinking quickly, she decided on the next course of action. “It's bunkered down fairly tight, and I don't want any of you idiots getting shot down on something simple like this. Flay, fly in fast, and just focus on keeping yourself airborne. Garside, you fly in second and drop a few shots to cover Flay. Soren, it's your job to use that time to drop your supply. Got it?”

“Affirmative!” Came the solid reply from the two male pilots. Mia simply eyerolled. “Yeah yeah, I got it, grandma...” Flying in low and fast, Mia deftly weaved back and forth, dodging the incoming fire and locating each of the defensive batteries. Garside was up next, preparing to launch a calculated strike on each of the shooters when-”Yeehaw!” Swinging back around for a second pass, Mia blanketed the ground with laser fire, blowing apart a number of the defences before dropping off her set of bombs, blowing the installation skyhigh. Weaving sideways to narrowly miss Garside, her hoots of excitement could be heard clearly over the radio. “Now THAT'S a fireworks show! Hey, Garlon? Radio's should be back online. Tell the ground pigs to pick up there game and keep up with us aerial aces.” Laughing heartily to herself, both Trent and Garside gave sighs. She ignored orders and showed off, again. Over the intercom, Sarah began explicitly reminding Mia that same lecture about restraint, orders, recklessness, blah blah blah...

Honestly, it all worked out. Just like it always did. Sometimes she couldn't understand just what Sarah was so worried about.

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Character Portrait: Azmeen Seriph Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: Trent Soren Character Portrait: A.N.G. Soldier Character Portrait: Stratian Pilot Character Portrait: Amelia 'Mia' Flay
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=Mia , Trent, and Garside delt a crippling blow to the Artomidian defenses. While the perspective of Mia's reckless flying may have appeared to be abnoxious for her wing-mates, from the Artomodians below on the recieving end, the sight was purely menacing. The Arrow piercers blanketted the area with rapid hot fashes of light up photonic death, littering the ground with explosions and fried corpses. Despite the battleships best efforts of repelling the attacking arrow piercers with anti air fire, the easily manuvarable arrow piercers struck them down, causing them to errupt in explosion where their remnents began to sink in the sea below.

The Stratians in the trenches to the north meanwhile, kept their heads down low so not to be peppered by the machine guns holding them at bay, until they heard a sound that was like music to their ears.=

****Bsssshhh***** *****Bsssssssh**** *****Bsssssshhh**** ******Bssssssshhhhh*****

=the sounds of the lazer cannons firing off blast at the machine guns, annihilating everything around them is heard as the arrow piercers zip by, roughly a hundred feet above them. The Stratians in the trenches raise their fist in the air and cheers on the Arrow Piercers for saving their asses.=

(C> A familiar voice to the Ghost Platoon comes on the com links for the platoon.= This is newly appointly 2nd Lieutenant Azmeen Seriph, Commanding Officer of Ghost Platoon. Communications is back online, and hostile artiliary has been wiped out. You are clear to advance on Sulta, Victory is in our grasp, Hail Strata.


The Stratians in the trenches looked to one another a bit in confusion. That little shit is our C.O. now?
Garlon must have promoted him for getting the coordinates to him.
Whatever, we got our break now. Lets finish this. Hail Strata!

=All of the North team Ghost Platoon as well as the other platoon troops in the trenches with them shout out Hail Strata and roar a battle cry as they climb out of the trenches and charge the Sultan lines with bayonetted rifles. Shooting, skewering, and killing a quickly waivering Artomidian defense that begins to be falling back.=

=At the sametime Azmeen Seriph is running back to rejoin his team, in a less hazardous field he has ran twice before. Every step of the way from behind the exterior of his helmet, a smug grin lyes on the mans face.=

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Character Portrait: Azmeen Seriph Character Portrait: Aerionelle Franz Remil Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel Character Portrait: Kay Stone Character Portrait: Amelia 'Mia' Flay Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon Character Portrait: Kira Senou Character Portrait: A.N.G. A.A.S.T.
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Horatio watched as Seriph ran off, and a sinking feeling began to form in the middle of his gut. He had the worst feeling that he was going to regret promoting that arrogant fool, but it could not be helped - standard protocol reminded him that each section needed at least a commanding officer, and Azmeen Seriph was the only one to return with the coordinates. Regardless of how he felt, it was necessary. Thing was, the Generals would probably flip when they heard that he was forced to promote a Basic Soldier - Seriph, no less - to a 2nd Lt. Boy oh Boy are they going to flip their shit when they find out... probably at me too. Horatio rarely swore - he found no need for it - but this seemed like an appropriate time to.

It was then that the Piercers flew over head, and an explosion was heard in the background as the coms soundly came back online for all the ground units. Instantly his head was filled with massive amounts for chatter, for he just had to have an earpiece on that linked all radios. He gave a sigh, until an actual message was radioed through for him. Now THAT'S a fireworks show! Hey, Garlon? Radio's should be back online. Tell the ground pigs to pick up there game and keep up with us aerial aces. Jorge sighed once more, giving a tired chuckle at her comments. He was slightly annoyed by her sense of arrogance towards them ground pounders, but he could get over it. She was just a girl that seemingly loved her job. If only he did too.

"Will do. Thanks for the support Flay, though if the us 'ground pigs' could keep up with you aces, would we even need you guys?" He chuckled through his smirk as he turned back to the action to radio the rest of the troops.

"Alright Ghost Platoon, time to make up for lost ground. Now..." He stopped and paused to look forward, as a sinking feeling returned once again to his chest at the sight of ships leaving the stronghold. "You cannot be serious..." He mumbled to himself. In the distance he saw the ships heading off out of the stronghold, and he swore loudly into the com for the Platoon to hear. He hadn't meant that, he had just accidentally turned the com back on. "Ghosts! Double time it, stat! If those ships all evacuate without us taking the lines, this entire battle was for absolutely nothing!" Horatio was annoyed now, that an entire battle would be scrapped because the Artomidians had thought of an escape route.

If that happened, Horatio didn't know what he would do. Or how to explain that to his superiors.

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For once in his entire life, Corpse wished that he had sat this battle out.

He was currently flying in a Draco using some weird form of double buddy system, only he had gotten the shaft and was flying with some AAST rubbish. They hadn't said a word at all to each other throughout the entire flight, and Corpse was eager to keep it that way. It wasn't that he hated the AAST - they weren't bad, he guessed - it was that the ones he had the pleasure of beating the shit out of were usually the cocky, annoying type - everybody knows somebody like that. They wouldn't just shut the hell up about how they were the 'best of the best in all the ANG'. So Corpse sometimes had to do the mouth closing for them by beating in their face if they were stupid enough to be at the local bars that he was at.

Moving past that, a face appeared on his screen as he was having a smoke (he had ignored Stoner's face when he spoke his normal crap). It was that pretty face girl from ANGEL's Intelligance office, Kira something something - her last name was so damn confusing. After he remembered that he was in the North team with that punk kid and the lady Aerionelle, Corpse gave a smirk. A lot can be done in just five minutes, you know... He leaned back in his suit, running over those numbers in his head again. Obviously they would send him to the front lines, he was a damn field medic. He wasn't really useful out in the middle of nowhere doing stealthy shit.

Excellent. Form up, everyone, and get yourselves ready. We're just about ready to make our move." "Oh Joy. I guess its time to fight then." He cracked his neck, and awaited his deployment.

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Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Vai Character Portrait: Trent Soren Character Portrait: Amelia 'Mia' Flay Character Portrait: Kira Senou
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“Who could sleep on one of these things...” Shyvell muttered, before remembering that both her comms were on, and she was speaking to a superior officer. Uncomfortably shifting her footing on the surface thanks to the magnetic attachment, she decided to clarify a little. “Either way, I'm ready. Not that I'm an expert in aerial combat...” Which was precisely why Vai was steering the Draco and she got the fun position of being on top. She wasn't a pro gunner or anything either, but the pulse-cannon she'd received from the AAST soldiers would do the trick. After all, it'd be kind of hard to blame her aim with a computer targeted sight.

Turning in the direction those fighters were supposed to be coming from, Laymin levelled her weapon, hefting it onto her shoulder. Hopefully the wires wouldn't get tangled or anything like that, as it'd taken an embarrassingly long time to find a way to connect the wires into the power pack on the back of her suit. It was then that the orders were relayed from the intelligence officer – Shyv has never met her, but from the brief chatter she'd heard, she sounded like a cheerful enough person. The news she received wasn't nearly as well received, as Vai and her were ordered to split up – One to deal with the incoming air-force, and the other to continue the primary mission. Seeing as Vai was team leader, he'd be heading with the AAST's to the battle point... Which meant she'd have to break off and take on those birdies. Fun.

“Alright, alright, I'm going...” Laymin responded to Vai, the urgency of the stealth team making it away before the enemy spotted them critical leading the team boss to get a bit snippy. Disengaging her magnetic attachment and sliding backwards on the Draco, Shyv jumped when she reached the edge, taking a moment to free fall before engaging her suit's thrusters, slowing her descent to a steady hover, before lowering closer to the ground, perching herself on top of a large tree. Checking her suits energy levels and specs, she waited, watching the sky for the enemy as Vai trailed off into the distance. Five on One, even if she was backed up by the battleships – If she got shot down, not only would she be dead, but those frigates wouldn't stand a chance. “No pressure...” She muttered to herself, wondering if the faith to carry out the assigned task was with her or her suits capabilities. Either way, the lack of any real support wasn't comforting.

“Alright, I can do this. Enigma, keep me updated on things alright? Last thing I need is getting sandwiched by ground forces while taking these things on...” Turning her eyes skyward, Laymin spotted the glint of metal in the sky, tracking her sights on the lead aircraft. Hmmph, it was kind of obnoxious having a red paint coat like that. Made her job easier. With a slight chuckle, she wondered if people thought the same thing about Vai's Eniknight. Easing her finger along the trigger, she decided to take her shot, capitalising on the element of surprise...




“Alright team, we've got our orders – Let's go sink us some battleships.” With a wide smirk, Flay began guiding her team to the battle area, tracing along the outline Sarah had forwarded to them. With her overclocked ship, it didn't take long even over the short distance to end up blazing ahead of the pack, already intent and eager to wipe out the naval force all on her own. With a somewhat annoying buzz, Trent's voice filtered into her headpiece. “Come on Mia, Sarah wants us to stick together. Let us get in the action too, y'know? You'll need cover if something goes wrong too-”

“Something goes wrong? With moi? Trent, when has things ever gone wrong for-” The warning alarm blared out as ground fire streaked towards Flay's aircraft. Swearing, she turned drastically to the side, barrel-rolling and lowering her height to help destroy the anti-air's angle of fire. What the hell was that? She wasn't even at the friggin' target point yet! “Intel needs to work on their shit more than the freakin' monkeys...” Flay growled over the radio, ignoring Trent's calls of concern and switching her focus to Sarah's channel. “So boss, next time give me some warning about the ground forces.”
“Ground forces are still pulling back from the other outposts – whatever just attacked you is likely an ambush that anticipated your arrival and planned to intercept and protect their fleet. I can't be certain of their numbers, but you should wait for your squad before getting in their recklessly-” Flay glared a little, pulling up drastically as another shot blasted her way. Pulse fire like that would definitely put a big dent in her hide – And she wasn't about to let her shiny baby get damaged after cleaning it for today's victory celebration. Still, they were definitely ground based – and the fact she hadn't encountered any other fire meant it was probably a single installation...

“Pfft. You don't know me very well Sarah, reckless is my middle name!” Charging forward, Flay fully intending to bomb whatever anti-air facility they had out here, triangulating their position based on the last shot...




“Shit, I think it's spotted me.” Shyv grumbled, grinding down the tree to ground level and shaving some bark before taking off at a run. If she kept her energy systems low, they wouldn't be able to spot her until it was too late. Closing in, a nice clean shot to that ship's underside should take it out...

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(Err, don't forget the next part of Aerionelle's plan, Evil. XD You're leaving something out.)

Aerionelle smiled, watching on her tactical map as the green dot representing Laymin's Eniknight slowly retreated along the coastal forest, the five red spots representing the enemy fighter squadron following closely and keeping up a steady bombardment. But, at this juncture, that was irrelevant, for the green dots by which the stealth squadron was shown had already passed undetected far, far overhead, and, more importantly, a full wave of green was now sweeping down the coastline away from Sulta, and within a few moments, would be within range of the enemy fighters.

The first landing force had dropped off its ambush troops stealthily, under the cover of the false retreat, and was now making its way south for the rendezvous with the attack force. Already, their anti-air missiles maximum effective range had been reached, and within a few moments, they'd be within optimum distance for a bombardment. Until they got a lock, the fighters wouldn't even know they were there.

"This is Lindwurm to Holysword Battlegroup. Get within range, and then report in. Do not lock or fire until I give the signal," Aerionelle hailed quickly, before switching channels to address Laymin through the link established by the intelligence office. "Lindwurm to Shyv. I want you to release a chi pulse on my mark, widest possible dispersion. We'll scramble their sensors for just long enough to get a shot off from the fleet. Immediately after, open up and blow them out of the sky. Mind, though. The lead unit looks to be moving a lot faster than the others. Lead on it to compensate."

A moment later, the transmission she had been expecting arrived, and with a grin, she opened both channels, and gave the final order in her trap.

"Mark. Fire at will."

...

Diving over a pile of rubble, Aster watched with dismay as the first group of ships cast off, doubtless carrying the fleeing Artomidians with them. She grimaced, but didn't do anything reckless, waiting for her squadmate to catch up.

"I don't like this either, but we've been pushing them back for days... Can they really have set something up here?" It explained how hard they had been fighting, at least. They'd just been waiting for the ships to arrive, and holding out until then. They'd been on the run almost constantly since the Stratian's first attack, and it didn't seem surprising that the enemy was once again retreating. Still, the man had a point... What was going on, here? Aster couldn't help but feel like they were walking right into a trap.

Gunfire from ahead snapped her to attention, and she dived behind some rubble just in time to avoid a burst of shots from a slowly retreating Artomidian guard squad, as the enemy retreated in formation with their backs to the sea, falling back in a hopeless yet coordinated effort. Yes, this retreat definitely seemed real enough, but...

(So, what about the fleet? Should we consider them to just be extra attack rolls for Laymin, or maybe the NPC fighters we'd be controlling are picked off to simplify things, or...?)

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“Not good.” Laymin muttered, holstering the pulse cannon on her back as she broke off into a run, forced to give ground to the arrow piercers as she took cover behind a rocky outcrop. So much for the element of surprise – They'd regrouped and gone on the offensive far faster than she'd anticipated. No doubt they'd close in to the battleships. Hopefully they wouldn't ignore her, as if the five of them really wanted, no doubt they could focus on evading her and taking down the ships. If they were going to make a play, it'd have to be now.

"Lindwurm to Shyv. I want you to release a chi pulse on my mark, widest possible dispersion. We'll scramble their sensors for just long enough to get a shot off from the fleet. Immediately after, open up and blow them out of the sky. Mind, though. The lead unit looks to be moving a lot faster than the others. Lead on it to compensate." Laymin was more than a little relieved to hear that the Lieutenant had already formulated a bit of a plan to give her the edge in the skirmish. Guess the word on blondes wasn't entirely accurate.

“Roger that ma'am. Just give the word.” Intensity and focus in her voice, Laymin began focusing, building up the reserves of energy for the burst as she took a deep breath. She'd have to expend a fair amount of energy to ensure getting the fighters in range, but if it all went to plan they'd wipe the air force before they even got to retaliate. As Aerionelle's confirmation came through the communications, Laymin immediately exhaled, giving a bit of a shout as she slammed her palm into the ground. Whipping the air around her, the swirling wave of blue burst out,bending the trees and scattering leaves as the blast radiated out all around her. Recuperating briefly, Laymin unstrapped her weapon, grabbing the pulse-cannon and lining the sights up. The blasted thing kept trying to automatically track the lead arrow piercer, but that certainly wasn't helping here. Switching on to manual targeting, Shyv could only hope that her aim was up to scratch. Other than that, the rest was up to the fleet.




“Damn it, that was supposed to flush them out...” Flay grumbled as her fly-by assault went without so much of a glimpse of their ambusher. Still, she hadn't been off. The shot had definitely come from around there, and no doubt their bombardment had suppressed the unit at least for the moment. Explained why there wasn't any retaliatory fire for the moment, at least. “The hell guys? We're the Elite Piercer Squadron! We can't afford to lose rep being held up like this, let's just sink the stupid battleship and come back for-” Flay stopped mid-sentence as some strange pulse ripped through her ship, scrambling a number of her key interfaces, including communications. EMP? No, that'd be ridiculous, she had shielding from that kind of thing. Either way, sensors were down. It was a trap.

Immediately breaking formation and spiraling to the side, she began random evasive maneuvers as she filtered through the sky. Glancing back through her windows to see the rest were following suit, it was a relief to see them scattering just in time as the bombardment came in, long range shots from the battleships blanketing the sky in a hail of gunfire. Shit, they'd been baited into firing range, and had gotten held up long enough for supporting fire! To hell with these guys! Communications down for the moment meant even if she could come up with a plan without Sarah, there'd be no way to spread it to Trent and the others, nor could she inform HQ.

“Flippin' Heck!” Flay screamed in frustration, shutting her eyes for a split-second. When she opened them again, she gave a sharp breath of panic, gritted her teeth and pulling up and to the side with everything she had, the pulse-blast ripping through the air below her, centimeters from the hull. She'd been so worried about the battleships that she'd completely forgotten about those ground forces. For a brief moment, she caught sight of her adversary – a simple grey power-suit adorned with some sort of pack and glowing blue pulse-cannon. She'd never seen a solitary ground unit like that... Nor one with the energy to carry and use a cannon of that size on their own. “Slimy bastards....” Flay growled as she began ascending rapidly, breaking higher above the clouds. Greater altitude would give her better reaction time against the ground fire – Not to mention the battleships would have a bit harder time lobbing their shots at her when taking height, wind resistance and cloud coverage into consideration. Leveling out her aircraft, Mia glanced around the area, looking to see who of her squad had followed – or if anything else was trying to kill her. Just what exactly was that unit anyway? And how had it disrupted her sensors? Taking the moment's reprieve to try and repair her systems, it seems the distance she'd made from that suit, along with the time between the burst was slowly bringing things back online. Including her long range sensors.

“Hmm... Something else is up here...?” Looking to the HUD, Mia's eyes lit up as she realized just what she'd discovered. An enemy unit, attempting to slip through the sky undetected. It was the perfect cover, except they forgot to account for one thing. Looked like it was her lucky day. “Heh... cowards like you don't deserve to be in a war...” Amelia chuckled to herself, turning her thrusters up to full pace, hovering in place before jettisoning after the stealth team in the southern airspace. Closing the gap in the blink of an eye, at a speed like this, a carrier like that wouldn't stand a chance of evading. From the bottom of her Arrow Piercer, a blade of light surged forth, rippling with energy, a pure high-intensity photonic-cutter, and a signature weapon of Mia's custom Piercer. Streaking over the top of the Draco, the blade would rip through and rend the enemy aircraft, cutting clean through the armor and shredding it in two. One down, and just one more Draco to go. She'd taken out the lead craft, so it'd be interesting to see what the pilot of the second Artomidian vessel would do. “It's only fun when they run...” Mia stated a little coyly, turning back around for another pass...

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"Damnit! If only we'd gotten that air support...!" Aerionelle cursed, watching as one of the three Dracos in the southern airspace abruptly vanished from squadron radar, and the status of the south team's commander abruptly went critical. One of the remaining Dracos had already begun evasive action, swerving beneath a cloud bank in an attempt to break line of sight as the AAST pilot began powering up the craft's engines to full, no longer needing to worry about stealth. The ship accelerated abruptly, matching the speed of a normal Arrow Piercer at least, although that would do little to level the playing field against the custom unit that had just attacked them. However, the second Draco had pulled away and engaged stealth mode, evidently unnoticed by the enemy craft as it had passed by and gone after the second unit. (you mentioned only seeing two Dracos in your post, when I said there were three, so...)

"Southern aerial forces, I want you to dive. You're two minutes off target, but the operation has been compromised. Get as close as you can, and then drop. Laymin, disengage as fast as you can, and then get to Vai. Retrieve him if you can. If it's already too late..." Aerionelle steeled her resolve, and, with a gulp, gave the orders she least wanted to at that moment. She had already cut the transmission to Vai, but... "I want you to utterly destroy any and all remains, retrieve his Eniknight crystal, and then continue the mission. Don't let anything fall into enemy hands."

Glancing down at her squadron window, Aerionelle was rather surprised to notice something. The odd man out of the AAST group - given that the south team numbered seven, they had taken three Dracos, with two AASTs aboard the two remaining craft, and one AAST as well as the Eniknights aboard the now-downed Draco - was still active. His status read green, and his location was...

...right on top of the enemy unit!

Aerionelle's eyes widened in surprise as she realized that, in the instant the Draco's wing had been severed, the AAST riding on board it had managed to re-tether himself magnetically, not to the falling craft, but rather to the wing of the Stratian Piercer fighter. A voice rang out over the communications channel, and Aerionelle watched as the weapons systems of the AAST's unit came online.

"Redtail 4, here, alive and kicking!" The man called in, his voice simmering with righteous indignation. "I'm eliminating the target!"

"Roger that, Redtail 4," Aerionelle replied, a vengeful smile playing upon her lips. "Give 'em hell."

"You don't need to tell me that!" The soldier replied, rising atop the enemy's wing, raising his rifle, and opening fire directly at the cockpit. "Burn in hell!" His voice crackled over the radio as the energy pulses tore directly into the fighter's defensive canopy, piercing through it and exploding out of the other side, raining shards of transparent metal upon the ace pilot inside. Fortunately for the Stratian, the fighter's swerve at the last minute caused the soldier to shoot high, saving her life. Still, it seemed she had an issue to deal with of her own before she could worry about eliminating the task force.

(Rolled 14/25. Miss.)

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“Come here...” Flay muttered, focused on gunning down what she believed to be the last of the stealth infiltrator units. Spiralling through the clouds, it took the hollow crack of gunfire along with the splintering shards of the glass above her before she realised she was under fire; ducking low and glancing back over her shoulder with a swear. One of those Artomidian pricks had boarded her?! “Frickin' Gnat! Get the hell off!” Amelia pulled drastically to the side, swerving low and spinning constantly, the forces from her speed, along with the barrel-roll constantly knocking the uninvited guest about, slamming him onto the very wing he was attached to. If she gave him another chance like before, she didn't want to bank on him missing again.

Sweeping lower and lower, Mia's Flare runner streaked across the battlefield, a blur of red motion unmatched by it's peers as it closed in on the forest down below. It was going to be tight – and one wrong move and her wings would be shredded to pieces at this speed. Still, she wouldn't be a daredevil if something like this fazed her. With a wild grin, she tugged down her goggles and gave a triumphant yell. “Let's see how well you can hold on!” Reaching ground level, the arrow piercer began deftly darting from side to side, weaving amongst the foliage and dodging individual trunks as it swerved and spun, twisting between the blanket and filtering between them expertly.

Mia rolls 1d36: 16/36. Hit. 5 Dmg.

Twigs and branches whipped past Red Tail 4, battering him with small cuts and abrasions over his body. Then the inevitable happened, a heavy collision of a large branch on his torso, the force knocking him from the Arrow Piercer and sending him tumbling to the forest floor. With a triumphant fist-pump, Mia began pulling up, returning to the sky to scour for that last Draco. Whoever that Artmidian fool was, he'd at least have a couple of broken ribs, so she'd deal with him later. For now- Another warning for an incoming energy signature blanketed the bottom right quarter of her cockpit, Mia swearing as she pulled up again and dodged the incoming pulse-blast. That stupid grey unit again – Fine, she'd play their stupid little game – Thank god they couldn't aim for shit. If she could eliminate that unit, maybe they'd get their comms. Back online and be able to report in to HQ. Shooting back skywards again, she'd come round for another chance next time she could spot that thing...

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As the red arrow piercer slipped high into the skies above her, Laymin didn't really think anything of it. It was impossible for her to aim at something from that distance, so instead, she shifted her aim to one of the nearby fighters, completely unaware of the grave consequences that allowing that fighter to escape her would cause. As she focused her sights on the nearest available target, the bone-chilling scream that filled her ears caused her to halt her shot, a wash of dread sweeping over her and settling deep in the pit of her stomach. Listening in helplessly with grim brooding, she attempted to brush it off and focus on the task at hand, drawing up her sights again. These bastards... Quicker she could deal with them, quicker she could get to Vai. Shit... It was her fault they'd been caught out, and now...

“...Laymin, disengage as fast as you can, and then get to Vai. Retrieve him if you can. If it's already too late..." Laymin froze again, focus diverted to her superior as the orders came through. "I want you to utterly destroy any and all remains, retrieve his Eniknight crystal, and then continue the mission. Don't let anything fall into enemy hands." She had been expecting it, but even so, it was a blow deep to the pit of her stomach. She was a soldier, first and foremost, so carrying out her orders should have been primary. But still.. But still...

“God damn it!” Shyvell swore as she unleashed another energy blast, shooting just wide of that custom piercer as it travelled through the forest line. That one... That thing was responsible for all this. If she could get it... If she shot that down then.. Then maybe some of the guilt would go away. Maybe then, she'd have something to tell Vai's family after all this... Grimacing some more, she attempted to focus down on her shot, but her mind was still elsewhere, berating herself over the events that had just occurred.

Tanman rolls 1d36 and gets 9(9). Miss.

Once again, the pulse-rifle went well past it's mark, tearing a scar through the sky well ahead of her target. Damn it this thing was utterly useless! Stashing the cannon onto her back, Laymin took off at a run, finding another high tree. Forget attempting to shoot flies out of the sky – She was coming up there to get up close and personal with those Stratians...




“This is quite the jam we're in...” Trent muttered to himself as he split off from the others, heading out towards the source of the bombardment that'd hit his wingmate. Flay could handle herself for now – In fact, she seemed to be enjoying herself. His priority was to carry out what they'd intended to do and then maybe he'd get the chance to relay orders back to HQ and let them know what the hell was going on. Flying out over the water, it didn't take him long to find the fleet, jetting over them and releasing his bombardment...

Tanman rolls 1d26 and gets 1(1) -_- Miss.

CRRKKCLNNKK! The sound rumbled about his hull as Trent glanced to his systems. The hatch was stuck, now of all times? “Lady luck is certainly not smiling today...” Trent grimaced as he continued his run, praying that his evasive manuevers didn't make him a sitting duck for the warship...

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"Where are you...?" Flay wondered out loud, eyes constantly scanning the depths of the forest below in her attempt to locate that unit, the stealth team she'd encountered forgotten as her personal annoyance at this particular unit overtook her tactical sense. With the communications down and her focus dedicated to the task, she was completely unaware of the plight her fellow pilots were in, and continued to single mindedly pursue her goal. Finally, her persistence was rewarded, a lone figure rising to the top of a pine tree, beckoning her, calling her forward for the attack. The corners of her lips curled. "You're mine." Having drawn back her speed a little to aid in her search, Amelia once again gunned her thrusters to full, hurtling towards the tree at full speed as she brought her weapon sights online. She was going to have fun with this. Blanketing fire into the tree, scarcely aiming at the unknown unit in front of her, the suited warrior was forced to leap from her crumbling precipice. All according to plan. Far too late did the armored suit realize the pace that this custom arrow piercer was capable of, Mia closing the gap and cutting off her trajectory with a burst of photon energy. Forced to dart the other way, there was no way to avoid the inevitable.

Tanman rolls 1d36 and gets 33(33). Hit.

The sound of metal against metal and heavy impact filled the air as Mia collided with the Eniknight, a direct hit as Laymin found herself wrapped around the nose of the aircraft. Tumbling free and downwards, Laymin was fortunate enough to roll to the side, the HIPC narrowly missing slicing through her torso as she fell downwards. A little dazed as pain was still rippling through her midsection from the force of the impact, Shyv managed to re orientate herself into an upright position, keeping her thrusters high and moving upwards in an attempt to avoid a second pass. She'd completely underestimated what that thing was capable of - And the audacity of the pilot to ram her like that - If she'd been better prepared, she would've had the chance to do some serious damage to that thing. At the red craft made a quick turn back towards her, Shyv realised she just might get that chance.

Laymin HP: 25/30

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It was time to take that aircraft down. Hovering in place as the red fighter shot towards her, Laymin braced herself. It'd be difficult manoeuvre, but if she could get hold of that ship, she could rip through those wings like paper. The tricky part would be getting close enough to latch on. Still,whoever that pilot was, seemed they weren't afraid to come in close. Greeted by a hail of fire from the Arrow Piercer, Laymin darted back and forth, skillfully weaving between the laser fire as she closed towards the enemy aircraft. Like a dance, she closed the gap to be moments away from another impact. It was now or never.

Tanman rolls 1d36 and gets 11(11). Miss.

Flying upwards to avoid the craft, Shyv activated the magnetised boots, aiming to latch onto the wing of the ship much like she'd seen one of her comrades do previously. What she didn't expect was to be heavily repelled as she was sent spiralling forward, struggling to stabilise herself for a moment before shaking off her disorientation. What the hell had happened there?

With a grin, Flay smirked as the enemy unit was left behind in her dust. She'd taken the time to reverse the polarity of the magnetic density field after that bug had latched on earlier. Repelling off any other boarders wouldn't be too much trouble from now on. Performing a spiralling U-turn, she came in with guns blazing at that single unit. Whoever or whatever it was, they were no match for her mad skillz.

Elsewhere, Trent had been performing a heavy overhaul of his system, trying to identify the issue with his ordnance. Frustration reaching it's peak, he slammed his fist onto the console, and was met with the ironic green light to indicate that whatever the problem was, he'd fixed it. “Best not look a gift horse in the mouth...” Trent muttered, wheeling his Piercer back around to fly over the enemy fleet. With their efforts distracted on his wingmates, he let loose a flurry of explosives onto the decks below...

Tanman rolls 1d26 and gets 20(20). Hit. 3 damage.

Plumes of fire and smoke erupted from the vessels beneath him, likely taking on heavy amounts of water from the explosive damage. Now empty of his mortars, Trent turned his focus back to the battle... Before coming to his own conclusion about the actions he should take. He had to warn the commanding officers of the incoming threat – If he could get clear of the radio disturbance he might be able to get off a message. Gunning his engines, he made his way back towards the temporary HQ...

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It was becoming quite clear just how clueless her opponent was – It didn’t matter how powerful your equipment was, if you didn’t know how to use it, you were just a glorified target. Confidence and ego at an all-time peak, Flay wasted no time in spinning back towards her target, dancing circles in the sky and keeping her movements erratic. By the time Shyvell realised she was coming in for another pass, the Eniknight was already on the back foot. “There ain’t anyone better than me in the sky, so you might as well just roll over and die!” Mia declared boastfully over the communications as she led into her strike, peppering Laymin with gunfire. Still, Shyv was learning, sweeping down under the fire and trying to use the excess speed of the pilot to prevent them from adjusting their aim after the initial volley. Flay wasn’t about to let the enemy get away unscathed though…

Tanman rolls 1d36 and gets 17(17). Hit. 5 Damage.

With a hard bank of her pilot stick, Amelia managed to peel herself upward, cutting her engines simultaneously. The result was a small flip of her craft, almost on the spot as Shyvell found herself face to face with the engines of the Arrow Piercer. Perhaps had she been expecting such a crazed manoeuvre, she could of taken Flay out of the sky then and there. Instead, her vision was filled with a blaze of white hot fury as the engine roared back to life, a cry of agony filling the air as she began falling down rapidly. Even with her suit absorbing the flames, the scorching heat still left a set of jarringly painful burns on her extremities, smouldering flames and smoke rising from her Eniknight as she tumbled from the sky a little.

Laymin HP: 20/30

Twirling her craft back into the upright position, Flay gave a triumphant smirk. A living legend, the pinnacle of mankind – That was her. No one could compete with her. It wasn’t an overstatement that she believed herself to be invincible. With the enemy craft now freefalling out of the sky, Flay made another swooping turn towards it. Looked like it was time to finish the job…

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((Woops, my mistake. I thought I posted in here saying I’d get something up today. My bad. I’ll fill in for both my characters now.))

She was tumbling, freefalling from the sky as the fires that had blazed in front of her briefly rendered her immobile. Despite her pleads with her body to move, pain and the bitter stun of shock prevented her for the moment, limiting her to a feeble body wide twitch. She was losing, horribly. With the loss of what little support she had, she was expected to take on an entire squadron of Arrow Piercers by herself. And in this sort of scenario, failure meant death. Turning her visor slightly, the red streak of the devil’s craft came into view, flying right towards her and intent on slicing her clean in two. The reflection of that blade in her sight, a moment of visions flashed past Shyvell’s mind, words also driving thoughts past the haze of pain. She wouldn’t embrace death. She wasn’t about to die here.

“You're dead meat!” Flay declared triumphantly as she swooped in, HIPC aimed to cleave through that Eniknight and bisect her stomach. She’d be getting a medal after all was said and done, that was for certain. Single handedly wiping out an enemy stealth force was legend material. This was it!

Tanman rolls 1d36 and gets 21(21). Hit. 5 dmg.

Pulses of energy streaming down the suit as Shyv sprang to life, Mia’s smirk at seeing the Eniknight make contact with the cutter rapidly changed into one of disbelief. “What?!” Sparks were flying from the underside of Mia’s craft, a heavy sound of splitting metal as the Eniknight swung a foot clean into the underside hull to create a foothold, piercing the material. Glowing in the light of the photons, Laymin held the HIPC in one hand, bright sparks pulsating and zapping out as the energy from her suit equaled that of the blade of light. With her other hand, she gripped firmly on the underside of the craft. “T-that’s not possible!” Mia exclaimed; the High-Intensity Photon Cutter was able to shred anything except- With her own glowing photonic shield over her palm, Laymin wrenched the blade back, redirecting the heated laser and stabbing it through the underside of the craft and clean into the weapons system, setting off a few critical alarms and small explosions in Flay’s craft. As the numerous warnings flared up on the console, Flay rapidly hammered at her keys, watching the Eniknight literally punching holes in her craft and ripping wires from the inside. Finally, her command went through, ejecting the outer armour and cutter weapon system from her Piercer’s frame, leaving her with just her Photon Cannon system. It’d let her stay flying, but despite being exterior damage, her core systems were definitely having trouble recovering from losing so many connections.

Amelia 'Mia' Flay: HP: 5/10

As the damaged unit was released, so too did Laymin start falling, the Cutter shut off as it lost power. Amongst the hunk of junk and wreckage, Shyv was panting, putting down that last ditch manoeuvre to survival instinct and adrenalin. Either way, she was alive – and as long as that was the case, with this suit, she could do this.




He was tumbling, freefalling from the sky as the fires that had blazed in front of him briefly rendered him immobile. As the dullness of unconscious began to fade, vision and the world began to return in front of him, the ground far below him rapidly coming closer in proximity as his inevitable impact closed in. Fires still flickering around him, the stench of blood and singed flesh overwhelming his senses, Trent coughed, forcing himself to slowly sit up. Dazed, and unsure why he hadn’t met the embrace of death, he weakly began reaching forward to the console. He needed to survive – and he just needed…

A final explosion marked the end of the Arrow Piercer as it collided with the ground, shards of metal splintering out and a plume of smoke rising from the blaze. Trent watched this, the fire reflecting in his eyes as he limply sat in his chair, heavily rocked about in the gusts of wind as his parachute was tugged back and forth. What a mess that’d gotten to be, but in the end, he supposed he just had to be thankful he was still alive – Though it hurt like an absolute bitch. Flay would probably call him a baby, but he’d like to see how she’d cope with having a suicide bomber explode on her face. Thankful that no enemy unit seemed to have caught sight of his descent, Trent made a painful and rough landing in the sand, his chair hitting the dirt and toppling him face first into the ground. Releasing the straps and rolling out from his eject seat, he lay panting in the sand as his chair was dragged off by the parachute into the water. Staring up at the sky, he was dimly aware of a shadow in the trees, curiosity provoking him even now as he recovered from the ordeal. As the branch snapped, he looked over as a figure tumbled out, rolling down the incline of the beach to be next to him. The masked pilot that’d taken out his craft, charred and very much dead. Sighing as he looked up to the sky again, Trent briefly glanced back to the dead soldier.

Fuck you pal.”

Trent HP: 2/5 Status: Withdrawn from combat.

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“What was that…?” Mia muttered to herself, chills still running down her spine as she shivered for a moment. That’d been… different. Never had she felt so close to… As a daredevil, she’d always put herself in dangerous situations, things where it could of gone wrong. But she was always in control. She had complete control of the situation, herself, and in that regard, she knew exactly how her stunts would go. Completely 100% safe. But for a moment there… Things were taken out of her hands. She was vulnerable - She was in danger.

And the truth of the matter was…



That made her more pumped than ever before!

“I completely underestimated you, but I gotta say, that was amazing… I can still feel the adrenalin coursing through my body… I’m so tense I might just explode!” She was talking to that mystery unit but her communications were off, so it was mostly to herself. It was thrilling… The challenge… She actually had someone who’d managed to hit her! She was going to savour taking down this one. Finally, something to work her up and get her motivated!

Looking down to where that Eniknight had fallen, Mia smiled as her wingmate landed a solid blow with a missile barrage, swooping in to support. What she hadn’t expected was her fellow pilot to careen towards her target in a crazed, almost suicidal dive. Sensing the opportunity, it seemed the Eniknight tried to lash out at the aircraft, and that was all the distraction Flay needed.

Tanman rolls 1d36 and gets 19(19). Hit. 5 Dmg.

As the enemy unit swung her fist towards AP2’s wings, her arm was ripped backwards by a heavy photon burst shot, Mia’s pinpoint shot saving her wingmate from a horrific death. Shyv gritted her teeth, forced to fall back from the enemy craft and descend rapidly. She was outnumbered – and sitting up in the air like she was just opened every side of her to covering fire. She’d need to play this more tactically if she was to survive. “Get out of here! I’ve got this!” Attempting to communicate with her flight partner, Flay muttered a final statement to herself as she narrowed her sights. “He’s mine…” Of course, she was completely oblivious to the pilot’s identity, but regardless of that fact, Mia had her sights set on claiming this trophy for herself…

Laymin HP: 12/30

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“Nnnghhh…!” Laymin gritted her teeth as yet more armour tore from her Eniknight, the material quickly returning to its gelatinous pink form before dissipating entirely. This was bad. As the enemy units began to converge around her, she had no cover to fall back on. Little by little, they were going to keep picking her off from wherever was vulnerable. Bastards. Panting heavily from exertion, her eyes constantly darted about, watching each of them, circling like sharks… No, Vultures. To them, she was already as good as dead. It was just a matter of time.

She wasn’t about to go down without a fight though. She’d take as many of these damn freaks with her as she could. Reaching back, she dragged out her pulse-cannon, whirring it up. None of them were coming close to her after what she’d done to the lead unit, so if there was a time to land a shot, it was now or never. In the moment she’d gone to draw her weapon however, that red piercer moved in behind her, hoping to capitalise on the distraction. Little did Flay realise how prepared Shyv was. There wasn’t time to turn and fire. But that didn’t mean there was nothing she could do.

Tanman rolls 1d36 and gets 25(25). Hit.

Releasing the safety on the cannon, Laymin diverted excess energy straight into the weapon, opening fire right in front of her. Before, she’d been using the weapon on the ground, and thus able to brace for the recoil. In the air, there was nothing to stop her motion as she jettisoned backward, the added effort of her thrusters enhancing the effect as she closer in on the lead unit. Disconnecting the cannon and flipping in the air, a booted heel was slammed hard into the cockpit of Flay’s Piercer, smashing it to pieces. For a split second, Laymin caught sight of her adversary, Flay’s eyes showing the fury and hatred in them as she reached for her sidearm. Quick as a viper, Shyv grabbed her wrist, wrenching it hard as the Mia gave a shout of agony from the broken bones. Bringing up her other hand into a fist, Flay gave a final swing, Shyv catching her fist and ripping her up and forwards from the pilot seat. With her free hand, Laymin cleanly punched her in the stomach, the force causing Mia to involuntarily gag. “That… Was for Vai. Enjoy your landing.” Dropping Mia a moment, her next motion was a hard and heavy backhand, knocking Flay clean off the side of the craft. At least she’d be unconscious for her inevitable demise and landing.

Flay HP: 0/10

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=Withstanding intense G-Force while turning around to reengage the strange aerial device that kept giving their squadron grief, AP2 searched all around for the lone target until seeing off in the distance the horrific sight of the enemies last attack. Mortified he seen the eniknight on top of his commanders custom red fighter, perched like a predator on its prey. He watched the thing discard what looked to be a person a couple thousand feet below into the sea.
His eyes widened a moment in shock at what has just transpired. Not only was this thing from the A.N.G. not destroyed yet, Not only has the squad lost two fighters, but it was apparent now they were not dealing with a typical Artomidian weapon, no, the finest fighter pilots Strata had to offer was up against a monster, a winged devil, that had just made rid of their top ace like a play thing.=

(C> It... It... killed Flay!!! Comrade Flay is down!!!! Quickly kill the the thing!

=The pilot said as it began shooting rapidly towards Laymin and the empty vessel that was Mia's prized red fighter=

XxEvil1xX rolls 1d25 and gets 15(15) Hit 3 DMG

=the random shots from the piercer did not hit Laymin directly however the arrow piercer she was on erupted in a burst of flames. The blast likely inflicting damage upon laymins physical body where her armor was left exposed, peeling away further fragments of it away. The arrow piercer shot past the explosion attempting to ram the eniknight in a desperation to kill it however narrowly missing it by only a few feet, sweeping away the flames and debris flying from the blast from its inertia=

Laymins HP 6/30

=Arrow Piercer 1 (Tsuiakari's turn)=