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Aquila Flight - Return and Recover (Interlude 0.5)

Meanwhile, back in Jo and Milo's cabin...

Jo gasped as she awoke with a start, hearing something beep in her ear. It was her alarm going off...still. Louder than usual, for she hadn't heard it start to rise in volume! Looking at the display, she cursed and got out of her bunk, getting herself ready as fast as she could. She was late! And she only had herself to blame. It wasn't Milo's fault she didn't wake up. It took a lot longer for her to get back to sleep. She didn't even bother to make her bunk, just got her gear and headed towards the hangar, stumbling as she tried to get her boots on as she went.

"Damnit all to hell and back! And I ain't got time fer breakfast!" She muttered to herself. Groaning, the Ensign made it in with the others, her hair still a mess, though she was working on making it go back into a bun...with only her fingers.
 
As Nero walked into the hanger he looked around and watched everyone's interactions. He finally decided that it was time to butt in. He moved into the center of the vast hanger and whistled sharply. He waited for everyone to assemble in front of him. He noted who was and wasn't there and began to speak.

"Good morning everyone, glad to see you all survived your hangovers and got some sleep." He said smiling. His sunken eyes looking bloodshot and tired. "I know you all have been through a lot yesterday, but we need to use this opportunity to get some work done. First off, have your ACEs download all flight data from your planes. Then wipe the hard drives and remove them from the planes." He looked back towards his own plane, and sighed. "I want you all to watch your film together and critique each other. I have some things that I need to take care of." He looked at everyone and smirked. "You all might be the best the 78th had to offer, but you have a lot to learn. I will join you all once I finish running my own errands. Get to it Aquilas."

As he said this he saluted, and hobbled off down the hall to the CIC. Just because they were out of danger for the moment, doesn't mean the enemy isn't to far behind. Nero was going to "procure" a quattro and do a small scouting run around the ship. He wanted the silence of a solo flight again to clear his thoughts.
 
Hangar bay

Edward and Happy stood side by side blinking confusedly at Nero as he leaves. Then the two partners look at each other, blink some more than look back at the departed Nero.

Edward turned to the rest of the assembled pilots and said," Wait. Did I just wake up like super mega ultra early so the boss can tell us to watch 'play by plays'?" Edward accompanied the last statement with pre requisite finger air quotes.

"Yeah, if I'm not flyin, I'm dyin. I'm gonna go back to bed. Someone call me when the boss man comes back," Edward said as he turned toward thw hangar exit.

Happy chuckles as he holds up his, oddly enough, five fingered hand and gives the peace sign, "Peace Neeps." Happy then starts to follow Edward.
 
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"Roger that, Captain." Snapping off a salute to the exiting officer, Miranda returned to scrutinizing the readout on her DataJockey as she ambled towards her Hornet, muurmuring a quiet greeting to its virtual resident as she clambered into the cockpit. Curling up in the oversized seat, the little leftenant made herself at home in her little den.

"Bring up the combat records of our previous sortie, if you please." All business now, the bombardier busied herself with sorting through the assorted datafiles as Help called up the sensor recordings, idly watching the Hornet's HUD highlight her fellow Aquilas as "friendly". Her eyes narrowed with concern as she observed the unfolding drama between Miss Mochizuki and the newcomer, someone by the name of Milo Frost. In all appearances, this stranger had waltzed into the Flight just after they were warned to look out for insurgents, burst into the hangar and almost pulled a gun on Banshee.

As Milo stumbled off with obvious drunkenness, she shook her head with disapproval and went back to her business. Oddball, she murmured none too kindly as she called up the relevant recordings on-screen. Idly admiring the fanciful patterns drawn by the simulated Aquila and Phantom Flights, Miranda tapped out a quick message to her harassed colleague.

[Good morning, Mochizuki-san. Was that new guy giving you problems?]

"Pilot Bannings, Lieutenant Donato has left the premises, thereby violating Captain Vega's orders. Shall I report him for insubordination?" Help chimed, pleasant as ever.

"...wait, what?!" Dropping the DataJockey in shock as she noticed the receding figure, a muffled slap resounded in the cockpit as Miranda's Hand met Miranda's Forehead. First day on the job, and some chuckler decides he fancies an insubordination charge! Thank God there aren't any MPs around here! Sighing in disbelief, the young woman quickly dialed up the errant pilot's DataJockey. "Mr Donato?" she quipped in a pleasant tone, laced with a subtle tone of warning. "You might want to turn back before someone sees you."
 
Hangar

Edward stopped his casual stroll at the voice. He looked all around trying to find the source of the sarcastically pleasant voice. Happy waved his hand in Edward's direction then pointed to Edwards pocket containing the Datajockey. Out of curiosity he took out the pad and looked at the caller.

"Before someone sees me? Is there something on my back? Happy, is there something on my back?" Edward questioned.

"Nada boss. Nothing I can see," replied the hologram with a shrug.

"Bannings, what's up? You goofing on me," Edward asked as he started strolling towards the Hornet containing the Lieutenant junior grade.
 
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Lt. Mochizuki did not hesitate to gave the captain her attention when he entered and gave his directives to the flight... although there was little she could do at the moment, having lost her Uno X in combat with Phantom Flight in the escape from Fort Sentinel. There was the twinge of guilt at losing such a valuable piece of equipment, but it served its purpose in taking down one of their foes and drawing attention to her so that the less experiences of the flight could escape. Her fiery descent also stopped a bomb that would have ended Jayden's life. It was a fair trade.

The ACE AI 'Shiori' assigned to her was intact, though, and had already done an emergency download of all relevant data from the plane's drives before she ejected and had remained in a lockdown mode since that time. Sayoko reached a hand into the pocket of her uniform just to make sure that the core chip was there safely when he mentioned it, though she would wait to critique the footage contained therein.

Still, when Nero mentioned taking a solo flight, the green-haired pilot took a step his direction and called out down the hall. She would have expected this behavior from him, but it still warranted some concern on her part with everything that was going on. "Captain, please exercise caution during your flight," the Jiyuuian warned as she returned the salute and watched him hobble down the hall out of sight. Trying to stop him would serve little purpose, and she knew more than anyone how a mind could hang heavy with regrets.

It was about that time that she got the ping on her DataJockey from Miranda, and the fellow ace reached for the device and typed back silently: He has likely had past experiences fighting Nekovalkyrja. It was a defensive, instinctual response to seeing me. I will take appropriate actions should he become more of a threat.

Sayoko did not initiate conversation with the drunken fellow pilot right away, rather continued observing him calmly and not making any aggressive movements such as reaching for her own weapon. She did not have to, as the agent knew many other non-lethal ways of neutralizing someone. And with the developing situation with Edward not heeding the Captain's orders, she may even have to direct such efforts elsewhere while the Lt. Commander was busy with his own ACE. Aquila Flight, as she observed, was a bit lacking in the discipline department when not in the air. But such was the way of things when so many skilled, independent warriors of the sky came together in one place, thrown together by fate (or perhaps, conspiracy).
 
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"Lieutenant Canton, Lieutenant Donato is trying to skip out on class," Virgil's AI chimed as well, apparently either mocking Miranda's or helpfully imitating it out of pride in its pilot. After all, he and Miranda were the same rank, and Mom wouldn't have it if her son was being left out of opportunities to better his career, "And I'll bet your Flight Lead would be proud of you if you fixed that."

With a curious look, Virgil rolled out from beneath his fighter on the platform he'd taken from the mechanics' rack and sat up. He'd decided to wipe an ugly smudge off of his fighter while the recorder data was downloading, and now had applied that same smudge to the breast of his uniform with his antics. Pressing aside his eerily perfect hair, Virgil rose and tossed the dirty rag onto his little wheelie flat. With his haircut unset and his uniform looking like freshly-laid dogshit, Virgil's boyish grin was made even more boyish as he approached and broke the mud-pie image with an elegant, soft tone.

"Miss Bannings," He said to his equal with a grin, "Mister Donato just probably feels like the Captain was dropping a little bit of useless busy work on us. I can't say I entirely disagree with that notion. If you please, though--"

Virgil smiled even harder and tilted his head before turning on Ed with what could only be described as the most sickeningly candid expression in space. "Mister Donato, sir, I'm not trying to be a 'goody four-shoes' or what-have-you, but I was kind of hoping you'd stick around so I could talk to you about your AI, there. It's Happy The Squirrel, right? I'm a fan, and I was wondering where you sourced the quotes from, and which of the two voice actors you used."
 
NSS Oracle, Hangar

A small conversation ensued before Nero came into the Hangar between Jayden and Lilith, one that was kept a bit more quiet than his initial greeting of the ACE AI that had been dormant since just after the Aquilas' arrival. When Nero arrived and had everyone fall in only to assign busywork, even Jayden wondered what the point of such was. Granted they needed to work on their overall abilities to perform as a team, critiquing each other just seemed like an ill fated activity that would only expand the gaps between those of the flight, not bridge them. More so than that it seemed Nero needed more than anything to do a bit of soul searching and get his head back in the game so to speak.

The dismissal drew audible ire from the least likely person in the flight, one Lt. Edward Donato, who possibly had the most important task of all of them currently... analysis and intelligence gathering. Even more surprising was Edward's reaction to Nero's orders and the subsequent comment...
"Yeah, if I'm not flyin, I'm dyin..."
"Since when did Edward become the ballsy one? He doesn't strike me as a fighter pilot at all..." Jayden thought to himself. Then he noted the holographic squirrel. "Huh. I don't remember any of us having the authorization or clearance to upload our ACEs into the Oracle's main computer. I guess Donato's grown a pair of steel ones overnight." Despite the breach of protocol, Jayden assumed there had to be a good reason for Edward's actions. A marked contrast to his normal response.

With others of the flight stepping up to prevent Edward's early demise, Jayden felt like things might actually have a chance at coming together nicely. "Aquilas, while we aren't going to sit here and waste our time doing busy work, I do want to ask about the battle data as a whole." He paused for a moment then looked to the newly assigned pilot to their flight, who somehow managed to look shitfaced and as if he'd been wrung out left to hang. "For those of you that are wondering, Lt. Junior Grade Milo Frost has been assigned to us. I trust that he will learn to control himself around our Jiyuuian compatriot. Isn't that correct... Lt. Frost..." There was an underhanded sharp edge beneath his careful tone as he regarded the new member.

"Mostly likely we will be facing Diomides and Phantom Flight sooner than later, so I would like to focus on them and how we can counter their tactics. Also, Edward..." Another pause as Jayden looked over to Edward, with a ping displaying on Edward's DataJockey from Lilith. "Find out what you can on the file you just received. I hope you won't be 'Dyin' too much over this assignment..."
 
NSS Oracle, Hangar

Edward started to angrily pout as Virgil spoke up but the moment he started discussing Happy Edward's demeanor instantly changed. His face became a ray of shiny light with big doe eyes. He clapped his hands and did a small hop in excitement. Happy seemed to react as well hearing he had a fan. He stood up straighter and puffed his tail. "Oh, I totes used Jordan Nulyle. He was the best there was, no competition. I mean sure, he got busted for running an illegal exotic fish distribution ring, but that's old news. What really matters is that you can hear the passion for the character in his recordings," Edward said with passion of his own.

He was about to go on when Jayden spoke up. Edward turned, barely containing his excitement to nerdgasm all over Virgil, and listened. He looked briefly over at the new addition to the flight. He had seen him earlier but mistook him for a deckhand. Hearing the subtle yet pointed warning about getting along with Sayoko he realized he had been completely oblivious to what was going on. He chastised himself a little. Being put to do busy work by Captain Nero had really frustrated Edward. He was a former analyst for a reason. He had an excellent memory and Happy was already programmed to break down and process information, especially patterns and tactics for flying. The amount and complexities of computations Edward was capable of was staggering even to himself. In any case it seems that Jayden was saving Edward from his purgatory.

As Jayden mentioned the information being sent to him and the semi sarcastic comment referring back to his earlier comment Edward just rolled his eyes. He seemed like another bad mood was rolling in until he looked at the file he was to go over. "Sure, sounds grea...Oooo que lindo," Edward's voice changed from snippy to dreamy as he reached up and caressed the screen as it opened the file's contents. Happy merely watched Edward get insta-consumed and facepalmed, chuckling to himself
 
NSS Oracle, Hangar Bay

Shambling in the general direction of the vast hangar's other inhabitant's, Milo - far beyond the point of giving a fuck about the various interactions that were occurring around him - finally caught up with his fellow squadmates. Now, where's dat Neko slut...need ta' ask 'er why she ain't wit' da' rest o' 'er kind...

Needless to say, intoxication isn't conducive to one's multi-tasking ability - something that Milo re-discovered yet again as he plowed into Edward, knocking both pilots to the floor. Da' fuck?
 
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Hangar bay

Edward yelped as he was knocked down into a human pile with Milo. "Oh the horror! The physicalness! Get off me! You smell like turpentine mixed with a used jock strap," Edward expressed as he squirmed. Of course in true comedic fashion, as Milo would try to get up Edward would attempt to use him to pull himself up in which case Milo would be pulled back down. This went on a few times with the two creating quite the tangled scene. Happy even dived in and made as if he too were in the small impromptu wrestling match. A small holographic cartoon 'fighting cloud' hazily covered the scene.

Eventually Edward extracted himself and stood, dusting himself off. "Oh, it's the new guy. Welcome to the Flight. Your awfully handsy, you're going to have to buy me dinner for all that," Edward said as he straightened his uniform. He bent and retrieved his datajockey checking it for damage.
 
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Jo stumbled in behind Milo, not expecting him to have run into one of the others. She blinked and watched the ongoing scene with slight amusement, her eyes twinkling as she tried to hide her laughter as best she could. What a wake up call! She thought to herself. She wasn't aware, yet, what was going on, but could see the others busy with their ships...at least those who had ships to be busy with. Easing past Milo and Edward, Jo made her way towards her own craft and murmured softly to Jethro, "What is happening?"

Her AI kept his own voice pitched low, but was just loud enough for those nearby to hear him, "Well...it appears that we have some busy work to do. You are to download me so that there's a backup copy of my memories as well as watch the fight that had just happened and critique yourself."

Jo sighed softly and nodded, "Alright. That sounds fair. Do I want to know what that ruckus was all about?"

"Not really."

Jo chuckled as she got to work on the download, "Fair enough."
 
Leo appeared in the hanger in what seemed like a steady stride, he looked unusually sharp considering how much had been drunken the night before, dressed in the provided navy uniform his eyes wandered past the others of the flight and found their way over to his uno being worked on. Walking over towards it in a constant march before reaching the side of the fuselage and lowering his head just partly, glancing up between the silver bangs of his hair with glacial eyes as he whispers softly under his breath

"Soon... We will leave this place, soon we can go there together... We can leave everything behind, Rachel"

He begins to smile as he reaches up to rest a hand tenderly against the side of the fighter before burping up something that tasted suspiciously like vodka.
 
Caught off guard by the hacker's sheer nonchalance, Miranda was at a loss for words that weren't irritated retorts to Edward's apparent taunting. Thankfully, help soon arrived in the form of Lt. Commander Solaris and she took the opportunity to sidle out of the conversation, lapsing into silence as she let the Hornet's air conditioning cool her head off.

Still, perhaps she did go a little overboard with her tone earlier? The leftenant fidgeted uneasily as a cloying feeling of guilt settled over her, along with the sobering thought that she and Lt. Donato's relations would be soured so early in her tour of duty. "Mr Donato?" she keyed his DataJockey again, taking care to quash any leftover snark in her words. "I apologize for my misstep earlier, perhaps I should've chosen my words better. I hope this won't cause any bad blood between us."

"By the way," Miranda continued, her eyes drifting to the holographic avatar idling beside the E-War specialist, depicting a cartoon character she didn't recognize. Luxuries such as children's entertainment were always rare back at Harmony since the early days, what with the sparse number of comm buoys within a few lightyears. Not to mention Deleris being smack dab in "Here Be Dragons" space in its foundation years, complete with enigmatic Mishhu boogeymen going bump in the night like monsters of yore. "Your AI is based off Happy the Squirrel, yes? I don't believe I've watched his shows. Could you by any chance tell me more about him?"
 
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NSS Oracle, Hangar Bay

"Good morning Aquilas, I hope everyone slept well and is ready to commence the 'casual' discussion?" Lilith had pipped up, having taken the liberty of networking herself through various communication channels to reach out to the flight as a whole. "For those that aren't so thought forward in their choice of activities leading up to this morning, I am happy to inform you that your vitals have been sent to the med center and various 'aids' are being brought as we speak."

"Wait... what?" Jayden appeared just a bit confused, Lilith having caught him off guard with her assertion. "I thought I would make up for giving you such a hard time during the battle. Is that ok, Jayden?" Lilith made sure he was the only one to hear her words this time and he didn't know how to respond to her when she addressed him on a personal level. His only response was a light "Mmm..." followed by a slight blush and a lack of words to move forward with.

"What Commander Solaris is getting at, and what would be best for the flight as a whole, is that we need to start putting our heads together and form some sort of cohesion. Where it be discussing the events of the battle, or tactics to deal with the threat known as Phantom Flight, or voicing one's opinion on how to move forward, we should be making the best of the time given. Does anyone disagree?" Lilith seemed to know what Jayden was trying to say, and perhaps even said it better than he would have.
 
Sayoko continued to monitor things for overall safety, tensing a bit once more as Milo got into another potential dustup, this time getting more than a little physical with Virus. Once again things were calmed down, and the arrival of their missing members swelled the ranks of Aquila Flight to full strength at last. Though something about Leo and the way he stroked his Uno and mumbled gave the agent the impression he had come back from his late night drinking binge somehow... changed. It wasn't the vodka she could still smell on his breath with her enhanced senses even from this distance, but deeper inside. The rookie was definitely one the Jiyuuian had to watch, after what she had seen and heard in the air so far...

When the voice of Lilith rang out with unusual authority, LtJG Mochizuki found herself raising an eyebrow at the mention of vitals and certain 'aids' being sent. Perhaps it was some Nepleslian colloquialism she hadn't quite grasped, (and by her reckoning there seemed to be infinite amounts of the foreign slang yet to learn). However confusing that was, the second set of suggestions made perfect sense... The group needed to get it together and start brainstorming their next moves if they wanted to survive their next inevitble encounter with the Red Federation.

The green-haired pilot nodded quite seriously, removing her 'Peeper' headset with a flick of her head and a practiced swipe away of the picojelly adhesive. "Lilith is correct. We need to use this time to develop a counter to the tactics of Phantom Flight, Diomedes, and the Excelsior Array. The hidden strength of a defeat is the advantage of hindsight; knowing what to expect and prepare for the next time one goes into battle can make all the difference." The veteran soldier then closed her eyes with a serious tone. "I proved they were not invincible... Without the element of shock and awe, Diomedes and his wingmen are just fellow Ace pilots on the wrong side of the law, each with their own strengths and weaknesses... and we need to learn to exploit theirs, before he most assuredly exploits ours, as he did to the Captain."
 
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Meanwhile...

As Nero walked the halls of the Oracle, he felt bad for leaving his team with obvious busy work, but he had to do this. He strolled into the bridge to find Captian Xander. "Excuse me Captian." He said stepping up to him and smacking him on the back.

Xander was lost in the moment, with one of those thousand yard stares going as he sipped at his "coffee", if it could be called that. It was more like sludge, as if the pot had been brewed 5 times over, and had a very distinctly bitter aroma to it. When Nero "snuck" up behind him and smacked him on the back, some of his precious liquid gold spilt down the front of his uniform. "Gah... what in the fucking hell?! Oh, Nero..." Xander cleared his throat and set his coffee down, looking for a rag or something to clean up the mess. "What can I help you with Captain?"

Nero, smirked when the coffee spilled. "You cluts." He said just low enough for Xander to hear. Nero pulled a hankerchief from his pocket and gave it to Xander. "Sorry Captian." He looked to see who was listening then turned back, satisfied that no one seemed to be paying any attention. "I need to fly. Could you please clear a flight path for me, and let me borrow a Quatro?" He asked as he helped to clean up the mess.

Xander raised an eyebrow to the question from Aquila Flight's Commanding Officer. "We're running under stealth and pushing the Plasma Drives as hard as we can to try to make up for lost time. And you want to borrow a fighter to take a leisure cruise?" Winters tried to stifle a laugh which failed miserably, turning into near hysterics, drawing attention from practically the entire bridge.

"Well, when you say it like that, anything would sound stupid. Though running silent dosen't work when you are screaming on the bridge about split coffee. I think the Nekos could here from Yamatai." He said shooting back with a glare.

Winters wiped a tear from both eyes and shook his head. "Them cats couldn't hear a bird in front of their faces even though they have those huge furry ears. Let alone some loonie in deep space bitching about hot coffee on their uniform. Take your ship and have a go, you've got 30 minutes or so that I can allow. And pull those bunched up panties out your ass." Xander turned from Nero, half laughing still and half bitching under his breath about his ruined uniform.

Nero turned, and moved to leave. "Thanks buddy!" He said dropping his act. He knew that softy would give him what he wanted, and he played him like a fiddle.


He walked to the hanger and suited up in his hostile. His was a custom job, painted entirely black, and a Skull was painted on the helmet. He climbed into the Quatro and plugged in Cipher. "You ready buddy?" He asked, flipping through pre flight protocol.

Cipher's chip didn't take long to fire up and before long the ACE AI responded to Nero. "Ready as always, however you hardly seem fit for this excursion."

"Why do you always have to be a party pooper." He said with a smirk. He gave the thumbs up and took off, feeling the g force with the acceleration. A solo flight is quite the experience. During Nero's black ops days, it was all he flew. The stars flying by his cockpit calmed him. He turned to look at the Oracle. It did not come out of the battle unscathed. Several black pits in the hull, and a few tears, which were being repaired by damage control crews. "Cipher, do you remember my dad?" he asked.

"Yes sir. Your father was Master Sergeant Thaddeus Vega of the NSMC. He was a highly decorated Marine pilot with a pension for getting results regardless of the cost. Most notably in his service records were his days as a dropship pilot as well as his days as drill instructor."

Nero banked away from the Oracle and started to fly towards a comms buoy. "That is correct. My step father is quite the hero." He said as he banked around the small buoy. "Cipher, please call my father please. Relay it through this buoy."

"Initiating communications uplink. We do not have a secure channel for this, do you wish to proceed?"

"Yes Cipher, I need to talk to dad." He replied he pulled the ship around and started to fly around the buoy.

"As you wish sir." Cipher finished establishing the connection, then patched it through the ship's console while disengaging the thrusters.

Nero, took a breath and slowly exhaled as he began the connection. He waited several tense moments until Nero's dad appeared on the screen. "Hey Master Sergeant." He said as he saw his aging father's eyes widen.

Thaddeus took a moment, looking upon his son and the shape he was in, then greeted the younger pilot. "It's been a while, hasn't it Nero?"

Nero nodded. "It has. I am sorry I didn't keep in touch Dad."

"Is there a reason you're contacting me via a fightership and not through a more secure channel son?"

"Dad. He is back." Is all Nero could say.

"Who is 'He'? Spit it out son, I don't have all day."

"You remember Diomides..." He said a little tersely.

"So that day you claimed to have killed an enemy Ace... he survived? I can't say I'm all that surprised honestly. Nobody seems to stay dead anymore. Regardless, what about it?" Thaddeus didn't seem all that affected by Nero's ghost.

Nero sighed. "That bastard already took away someone I care about. I was calling you to warn you. Stay on your toes."

"Ah... don't worry about me. I've had a good run and it'll take more than some hotshot to take me down. You however, should be worried for yourself. Listen to how even just talking about him puts you on edge. For someone that's supposed to be dead, you seem to let this ghost of yours have way too much power over you. You're my son, a Vega through and through. I think it's time you started to act like one."

"Yeah, your right dad. But, he is better this time. He defeated me, and I nearly died. I went into cardiac arrest..." He said somberly

"Then you don't need to be in the cockpit of a starfighter anymore. If you can't think clearly and know when to pick your battles, its time to hang up your wings. Diomides owns you. What did I tell you all those years ago when I first took you up with me? I told you 'We pilots leave it all in the skies. It is an honor to live and die in absolute freedom, than to struggle for nothing.' An enemy that can get into your head as well as this one, will always win because they hurt you where it hurts the most."

Nero smiled, thinking back to that day. "Your right dad. I have been acting like a pussy. He is a ghost, and it is about time I put his ass back in the ground. I will make you proud of me. I will repay you for what you did." He said with a new emotion building in his chest.

"I think it's time you make yourself proud. Its not about me and what I think, I've had my time and I did with it the best I could. If I wasn't proud of you, I wouldn't have taken you under my wing." Thaddeus took a deep breath and looked to his watch. "You should get going. Take care of yourself Nero."

"Thanks Dad. For everything." Nero finished closing the link. "Cipher, I need to practice. Load the previous battle and create five Phantoms." He said as he kicked on the thrusters. "I am a little rusty."

"Perhaps just one or two for now sir. I've been informed by the Oracle we have a limit on how long we can be out here. Simulation loaded, shall we commence?"

"Execute!" Nero cried as he moved to engage the 'Phantoms.'
 
NSS Oracle, Hangar Bay

Edward again turned his attention to the data sent him. He absent-mindedly sat on a nearby munitions crate that clearly read, 'KEEP OFF'. His face and demeanor showed he was rather involved with the information. He held the Datajockey in his left hand as he subconsciously waved his right hand in the air, almost like he was using a calculator that wasn't there. Happy jumped up behind Edward and comically stood on the tips of its toes and looked interestingly over Edwards shoulder.

"Lieutenant Commader, this is some crazy stuff. Listen, I'm going to have to run this through a few filters. Also, call in a favor or two for comparisons. I'd go into more details but let's just say your not cleared to know about some of it. Trust me, I will have the results for you in.." Edward trailed off as he thumbed to Happy behind him. Happy finished, "Two shakes of a squirrel's tail!"

He wanted to run the energy signatures, causes and effects against everything from recorded mundane machinery emmisions to weapon signatures and even to rarely recorded space phenomenon. Of course, he also had a separate hunch and that's where the favors came in. He still had some friendly former colleagues that owed him a thing or two. Now he would collect to get some Top Secret information to compare to the awesome weapon that is, the Excelsior Array.
 
Hangar

Jo had just finished with what she needed to do with Jethro, though she had yet to get some form of hologram designed for him. She was afraid that his holographic image would be too close to the real one. As she looked around at the others, she chewed on her inner cheek before speaking up herself.

"I think we all need to find a way to get together as a more cohesive team. Not just by knowing who is whom, but also by training some together before the next battle we get into. I mean...we did alright. But we could have done better if we knew for certain how everyone else flies."

Shrugging a little, Jo went to sit on another pile of cargo, this one not marked to stay off. "We followed directions, which is how we are all trained...but to be an effective team, we need to be able to not have to in the middle of a fight."

Realizing she had spoken more than she usually did, even in her classes, Jo let that stand for itself, blushing some but not even mumbling an apology.
 
"I agree, Miss Cigaro." Miranda asserted as she slid out of the Hornet's cockpit, quietly padding towards the assembled group. "As long as we aren't used to each others' piloting methods, Phantom Flight holds every advantage over us. They are already a synchronized squadron of veteran aces, we should close that gap before we begin work on countering that mystery weapon."

"I myself have much to work on, looking back at that last engagement." Recalling her brief blackout during her harebrained stunt, the bombardier smiled sheepishly. "I was caught off guard by Fortuna's gravity due to my inexperience with in-atmosphere flight, it nearly left me comatose in the middle of a full enemy formation. Not to mention all the escort that would have been on my tail, if you all weren't as skilled as you are." Now that she thought about it, she could feel herself die a little inside as she realized how close a shave it was. Dear me, I never expected that I was THAT much of a daredevil.

"I might as well go first, if there are no objections." Miranda declared as she settled into a comfortable position, leaning slightly on a nearby plane and casting worried glances at LT. Donato's "seat" every so often. "My combat history is mainly comprised of strike missions against insurgent groups as part of Task Force Asskicker. Hence, I am familiar with CAS and anti-ground duties, but air-to-air is a different story. I believe I can handle myself in a pinch, but only in not getting shot down."

"Unfortunately, my duties as a bomber pilot are different from you all." Miranda continued, giving Commander Solaris an apologetic glance. "A Hornet in a turning fight is as good as dead, so air-to-air simulations are largely useless to me. I am unsure of how we can coordinate around that."
 
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