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Start Log
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Anya like the rest of her pilots was sitting in the cockpit of her
fighter trying to keep herself occupied until the launch orders came
through from the bridge. Pre-flight checks were all done so all that
was left was to wait for orders. To pass the time some played
puzzles, some read books and her wingmate Cerwynn Jones did
crosswords. Today Anya was half watching an old earth animated series
about fighters which could transform into giant robots. It wasn't her
usual taste in viewing but Alecto had said it was good.
Anya shook her head, how could someone as intelligent as Alecto like
this stuff which amounted to a piss poor soap opera. She watched as
in one scene a fighter was fitted with an additional 'skin' with added
weaponry and thicker armour, a so called 'armour pack'. Anya found
herself nodding and thinking about how to make such an idea work. A
shudder went up her spine and she switched the display from the show
to the instrumentation panel.
The mental image of the glowing yellow tree that had been burned into
her mind since her visit to Trill had changed. In the distance there
was now another tree this one a sort of translucent blue. It had the
same sort of 'feel' as the yellow tree but it was different. Her
yellow tree was healthy and it was near impossible to count the number
of divergent branches, sticks and twigs it had. The translucent blue
tree on the other hand was stunted and dying, its branches few and
divergence fewer. Her pondering was interrupted as the ship shuddered
slightly dropping out of warp.
The voice of Major Scott Walters came over the comms. "Lancer
Squadron, Windhover Squadron, Sun God. Launch authorization is
granted, good hunting."
Anya and all her subordinates brought their impulse engines online.
She smiled as she thought that the ear splitting roar of her AX-02
Lancers bringing their engines up to their full safe operating power
could probably be heard even on the Bridge. "Wing to launch
readiness. Lancer's, Windhover's first flights catapult launch in
five, four, three, two, one...LAUNCH!"
She was crushed into the back of her seat as the catapult rapidly
accelerated her Lancer, 3 other Lancers and 4 M-35A's out into space.
These days the catapult known as the 'gut crusher' among pilots
provided the advantage of allowing the first fighters out of a capital
ship to secure a large area right off the bat allowing slower further
launches to proceed relatively unmolested.
Her tactical computer chimed with target assignments for her fighters.
She ignored them trusting her own judgments better than those of the
rookie Operations Officer sending them. She quickly analyzed the
situation and made her call. "Windhover Squadron repel inbound
Romulan Scorpion Squadrons. Lancer Squadron, Sun God make best speed
towards the...whatever the hell it is Romulan Base, Station, Thing.
Party Time everybody dance! ROCK AND ROLL!" Anya shouted as she hit
the afterburners on her Lancer and put her sound system on with todays
combat mix, Serj Tankian - Elect The Dead.
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End Log
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Major Anya Xerxes
Wing Commander
USS Chimera - C
