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Atlantiana
An announcement is playing over all radiowaves and through the speakers in the streets "There is a meeting being held for all pilots in the hanger at 1800 hours today. All pilots are expected to be there. Any that are not will be questioned as to their whereabouts at the time of the meeting. Expect punishments for no-shows."


Prantiash
The Prantiash military is busy going through defensive training drills. All Prantiash military men, women and cyborgs are present.
C.O yelling "Work harder you pigs, you're meant to be defending the building on all sides, not just at the front! Someone better get inside because you now have hostiles inside!"


Degelar
Drondeas is holding a meeting with all his high ranking officers
Drondeas-"I expect that our plans to be progressing smoothly."
General Tibal-"Yes yo're eminence, your plan is ready for execution at a moments notice."
Drondeas-"Excellent. Mwuhahaha!"

Jakob heard the announcement, and nearly fell over. Taught him to lean back in a chair. The coin he was flipping absent-mindedly landed on his forehead and down he went.


"Why are they announcing it so soon to the meeting time? Jeez, this is one helluva way to run a military." he complained, getting on his gear and leaving his quarters, jogging toward the designated hangar.

((forgot to mention they're very unorganised Lohti, this will happen often))

(Perfect, *I'm* very disorganised)

Already in the hanger, tinkering with a proton warhead, Gary looked at the speaker and muttered an expletive beforer wandering over to the slightly depressed area breifings were usually held at. Across the way, his wingmate, Jakob 'Jake' entered looking flustered,so Gary touched two fingers off his forehead and snapped his wrist outward in a half salute, half wave, "Must be something big, we've probably got ten full strength squadrons sitting around here, eh? Blasted hoseheads."

"Sharpshooter in posistion."Jitona smiled, pulling back the hammer on his heavy rifle. He laid prone, practically unnoticable in a room of an adjacent building."Standing-By for instruction to fire, the mechanics of his right eye spuring to life and brightning as his software calculated the distance. Jet as he was often referred to was more or less a cyborg in terms of his what he was on the side. On the out though, he seemed almost human, or as close to human as a cyborg can truely get.

"Aprox. 742m with a flight time of just under one second." He called to himself, though a high ranking C.O. was watching his every move from just over him.

"Download complete, Sir Ready for the shot." His human like finger resting on the trigger as he watched his fellow soldiers readjust to the problem with in the building.

"Yeah, tell me about it. Wouldn't be surprised if they end up having us shoot each other out of the sky overlong. Doubt they would though: costs too much to repair a fighter."

The rumble of engines sounded below, the vibration were more than visible, but I was comfortable here. I was sitting in the commanders cupola and listening to the drive and the loader argue about the "unauthorized upgrades" they were performing. My driver was some college graduate and had specialized in engines. The sponson gunners were hand linking their rounds, checking for any deficiencies. The gunner, the tank's sergeant sat next to me and asked, "Hey, LT. can I put a 12.7mm gun here? It'd up our load out just a bit. And besides, I got one a buddy in supply."

"You get the stuff and the ammo, you got yourself a gun. Why you think we've got a higher-alert status?" He just shrugged and then mimed unloading his new gun into the air.

"Not likely they'll have us turn on each other. Double our regulated simulator time, maybe." he replied, grinning. Jake had already prooven himself to be a more than capable pilot. When things cleared up, Gayr was already considering applying to form a seperate fighter wing to fly missions considered too dangerous for any other squadron. Casualty rate would be high, but that could be countered by only accepting the best the fleet had to offer, "Hey! Some of us have ship that take forever to prep ya know. Lets get our intel breifing and go kick some butt." he yelled on impulse as a high ranking officer strolled into the hanger flanked by several MP officers.

Atlantiana
The high ranking officer, known as Colonel Hamilton, looked at the assembled pilots with contempt, for they were merely a small portion of how many should be here. He addressed the assembled pilots "You'll get you're instructions when everybody is here, and it will be a simple recon mission to those that are most trusted to succeed."

Prantiash
Lt. Colonel Trandiar looked to Jet and said with no remorse in his voice "Take the shot at will."
((He happens to be a cyborg and will always sound unremorseful))

(for clarity, im a borg that deviated bc/ of higher AI, and felt the others were too brainless)

"Aright Im here... One question: simple or complex mission? Gotta fix the drive shaft for the left engine, and it depends on the simplicity rate"
He stood by the door.
"Say anyone got a spare 7.50 X .45 APR cartridge? Seems theyre great hole fillers."

Atlantiana
Colonel Hamilton saw a late-comer walk in "You are not going to be on this mission unless you can explain why you are late pilot. And if you were here on time you would know that we are going to wait here until all the pilots turn up. And you are all to address me as Colonel, no ifs no buts."

"As I said, broken drive shaft, nobody wants a supercomputer to blow up mid-flight. I treat my vessels as if they were offspring.
And if I know the simplicity I could decide on weather im a go or no/go sir."
He said, just a smidge miffed, leaning harder on the doorframe.

"Taking the shot." Jet spoke, as the feeling of recoil rocked his frame. He stayed gluded to his scope as he watched his bullet travel through the building, meeting his target with utmost perfection.

"Target eliminated," adjusting quickly to possible threat."Awaiting further instruction." Jet said to the Lt.Col, his semi-Auto rifle ejecting the rather long round and reslamming into firing position

"Check, I got an incom update... Hmm, seems its gotten a bit better, carry on sir."

(btw my rank as 2nd Lt.? that ok?)