Kitsurugi Yui
GSA Fleet Admiral
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(2/21/03 8:57 pm)
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Act II: Cat and Mouse The large frame of the recently appointed Taisa, Zaitsev rested wearily in thought within the luxury of a human-crafted leather chair upon the GSS Shibata. Raising a burly, gnarled hand to the control panel before him, Zaitsev entered a few keys in to the panel, intending to send a hail of sorts to the Taisho Yui. Zaitsev remained as always rather informal about his duties, idly waiting for the appearance of the Taisho, he closed his eyes, expecting shortly to hear her voice questioning the purpose of his communication. While he waited, his eyes remained closed, head flopped against the squeeky surface of the leather chair.
"This is Taisho Yui of the GSS Philosophy, how can I help you?" The reply came.
Snapping his head forward quickly, Zaitsev offered a simple, though respectful nod of his head to his superior. "Greetings, Taisho Yui. I've some interesting news from Ayenee that I thought would best be brought to your attention before any decisions were made."
Yui leaned toward the screen, her smooth face lit by the floating layers of holographic maps that surrounded her. The cool yet cozy air of her new ship blew gently on it and her hair, causing the forest green strands to float and drift. She raised a familiar eyebrow. "What exactly do you speak of?" she asked, intrigued.
Smiling, the interest of Yui was clearly captured in these short transmissions, already. Turning softly in the squeeky chair, Zaitsev began his informal report. "I've been ferrying back and fourth from the KIF's fleets. I spoke with several representatives, including the ever so eccentric Commander Card. The KIF has proposed a formal Non-agression pact between it and the GSA. As well, they also offered an informal free trade option - Basically allowing the sale of goods from either system to the other to be accepted. I told the young Commander I would seek your opinion on the matters before responding to him." With that, Zaitsev wearily turned to face his monitor, unsure what to expect in response.
"I would like to see this pact." Yui said, wondering when the KIF would post it to Foreign Affairs. "This is an excellent step for both our peoples. You know I've always hoped to integrate the KIF into the GSA. I'm almost certain the treaty will be successful on our side, unless there is something I didn't think of...Is the KIF allied with the NDI at this time?"
Zaitsev gave thought to comment of the NDI. He hadn't had a chance to speak with them during his times in Ayenee. The NDI was a forboding organisation. Something he didn't enjoy the company of. "They're military allies. I don't know if they have a right of free-trade agreements, or anything other than the military alliance. Though, I suspect not."
"I see" Yui nodded. She didn't trust the NDi much either. "Very well, then. Would the KIF like to arrange a meeting sometime tommorrow?"
"Tomorrow they should be available for an official meeting." Pausing for a moment, Zaitsev added, "On to something else. They've moved four fleets in to umm...Zora...Zara...Zeran...That planet they're occupying. Intelligence also says they've begun heavy industrialization on the surface of the planet and in beneath the surface including very many military installations. Few city's have been erected. Furthermore, when I spoke with the blue-headed commander, he mentioned a 'tide of war' and going against it. What is to be made of the KIF's recent military actions? It appears as if they're setting a stronghold in Ayenee. I hope I'm wrong, but it appears they may intend to make an incursion in to ayenee space."
Yui let the information soak in for a few seconds and thought carefully over it before replying. "That is rather unexpected...I still don't know whether they would actually be planning such a move. Perhaps they are intending to expand in order to increase their resource base as we have been doing of late... But that implies they are defending against a threat... what threat?"
His reply came quickly and for a moment, during his words he'd wanted to stop. "I'm unsure. Though, there was a recorded stand-off between them and the local Ayenee forces. As well as an undocumented race that engaged in a brief skirmish with the NDI -- before being disposed of. Perhaps the KIF has more information about this alien force? Or maybe they've taken afront to the Ayenee force? I certainly hope neither is the case, while I am dubious of this 'Card' fellow - they gave me many trinkets that are akin to Human design." A broad smile spread across his lips at the mention of the trinkets, the ever-present squeek of his chair just one of the many.
"I think this alien force needs to be researched." Yui stated indirectly. It was obvious who she wanted to look into it.
"We've attempted to get as much information as we could of the Alien source that encountered the NDI - unfortunately little was left from the skirmish. All we could deduce was that they used rather - inferior technology. Relying primarily on ballistic weaponry."
Yui made a face "ooh." It was the kind of face people made when a hockey player gets slammed into the wall, or when their antique family clock is appraised for $1.50.
Zaitsev nodded with a soft chuckle. "Yes, needless to say their skirmish with the NDI, who by the way had the ASC and KIF close at hand was -- a pathetic and most diturbing sight."
"I take it the reason they haven't come back is because they are scrounging around for something that would be more...effective."
"Or perhaps their ego's are still bruised from being defeated by a force half their size, without managing to even scratch a single ship? I'm unsure, though one ship a capital class I believe, did manage to escape."
"If I had more ships in the area, I'd have attmepted to get an analysis of the wreckage, but alas, someone else has taken it already." Yui made a frownie face.
Zaitsev nodded solemnly. "Yes, I only managed a brief sweep of the wreckage with sensors before an ASC wreckage crew decided to clear it away. Quite unfortunate, I'm sure it would have provided interesting details in to their culture and methods." Zaitsev was tempted to sigh at that point, pondering what kind of fool went in to an alien system and opened fire. Adjusting the ragged brown fatigues he wore as casual wear, Zaitsev returned his gaze to Yui. "What should I be doing in the mean time in regards to everything in Ayenee?"
"Well, unless you see something of interest, you can hang out on the surface and get toasted and fellated in one of the many taverns." Yui joked wryly.
"You should be wearing your uniform." she added, noticing his brown outfit. "Or, at least, your rank pin. It's the law."
Zaitsev laughed heartilly at the mention of Ayenee's typical tavern scene. Waving a lightly bronzed hand he began, "Heh - I preferr sophisticated people, not drunken whores with no head on their shoulders. Ayenee is not my - cup of tea." Chuckling he noticed his uniform had been caught. Removing the rank pin from his pocket, he applied it to the brown, weathered tunic. "I will apply the rank pin, though I'm off-duty and these have had me rather reminiscent of home." Glancing over his shoulder, one of the Neko's onboard the Shibata wandered by who was notably off-duty, yet clad in the typical uniform. Zaitsev shrugged meagerly at the apparent up-staging by one of his lower-ranked soldiers.
Yui waved a chiding finger, "Off duty...an amusing concept. My crew is always GSA, and always ready to fight, no matter what hour it is." Spotting the neko go by in the background, she pointed her finger at the neko, then to him. "You're humping them, aren't you?" she accused.
Zaitsev's jaw dropped at the accusation of humping his crew. Straightening in to a more dignified position he spoke in a commanding, though rather slighted tone. "Of course not" Pausing he added softly, "...Well, not that anyway." His gaze was cast to the floor, as the accusation was close to accurate. He'd almost shared a bed with one of the crew, though he had somehow managed to regain his military composure.
Yui smiled sympathetically. "I know, nekos are extremely open and willing. I can't blame you. It's nothing wrong, I was simply curious."
Zaitsev gave a moments thought and hesitation before responding. "Truthfully, I have not crossed the erm -- professionalism border. I hope I can ward off any such ideas in the future, too. It is a challenge being the only one with a -- the only male on-board."
"I'm sure being a male captain must be rater difficult. they expect you to not only be like a father, but they seek to please you in those ways. As I said, you can let it happen, and indulge in the fruits of their admiration, so long as you let it remain clear who is the master." Yui said. "You and your crew should share a bond of trust."
"Yes, I realize it's rather customary for the GSA. However, I just don't feel comfortable with the concept at heart. Which is quite unfortunate for me. I can only imagine how many men would kill for this position and oppertunity." Pausing Zatisev added. "So I should sit tight on the Ayenee situation? Just wait it out?"
Yui almost was going to tell him to use what he was born with, and live it up. But she realized it was a personal and cultural thing for this man, and that he wasn't going to see such things as right until he actually made that descision for himself somewhere down the road after seeing too much neko to help himself. "Very well, Chujo Zaitsev," she sighed, resigned. His crew was probably disappointed. "Hang around Ayenee and look for signs of activity by any other forces, including the new aliens."
"Will do." Pausing he considered for a moment silently the crew on board and pondered exactly how much longer he could hold out. "I hope these forces prove to be less hostile than in their initial confrontation with the Nerimians. Though, I don't see it being a large problem - they couldn't even penetrate the Lightning shield array with several capital sized ships."
Yui giggled. There were a few telepathic nekos hanging around behind the Chujo now, intently listening in on his thoughts of making whoopee with them.
While Zaitsev had noticed the Neko's behind him, he hadn't been aware of any telepathy that had gone on. Turning his attention clearly to Yui, he added. "What shall I do about the NDI? We've made no official contact with them as of yet."
"Well, last time we offered them a peace treaty, they rejected it...but they didn't know anything about us. Perhaps we should hold off on diplomatic relations until soemthing happens. The 'A friend in need...' sort of thing. We should also look to get in touch with the enemies of the NDI...the Jaaqtah, and see what their agenda is. But no choosing sides or making promises at this point."
"Alright, Taisho. I'll keep all of these things in mind." Glancing over his shoulder to the two Neko's a brow arched at the visage of the two before he shook his head softly. "....Funny." All that he managed to say before turning his attention to Yui, again. "I always have my hands full, here..."
'Full of neko T&A' Yui silently thought, grinning. "Have a good night, Victor. It's good to hear from you again."
Zaitsev nodded shaking his head, guessing the thoughts in Yui's head. "Good night, Yui. Sweet dreams. It was nice speaking with you, hopefully we'll be in contact again shortly." Glancing at the neko's, then back to Yui, he added with a soft wink. "Now, I must reprimand my crew." A soft chuckle followed.
"Be gentle." Yui snickered.
"Where's the fun in that!?" He exclaimed with a smirk.
Yui just smiled widely. His screen switched to the GSA 1st Fleet logo briefly before returning to the starfield that hung over the war-scarred Ayenee Prime.
Turning from his command chair, Zaitsev glanced to the two Neko's who all too eagerly squeeled and ran off down the halls. Shaking his head Zaitsev would soon give chase in an ironically titled game of 'cat and mouse'.
JP
GSA no Taisa Victor Zaitsev
Commanding Officer, GSS Shibata (GD-116)
&
GSA no Taisho Kitsurugi Yui
Commanding Officer, GSS Philosophy (GD-117)
Edited by: Derran Tyler at: 2/21/03 9:16:57 pm
Derran Tyler
CINC-NDI
Posts: 79
(2/22/03 12:11 pm)
Act II, Scene 2: Chromium Red Sun of Antares The Antaran sun burned with the color of a chromium red. Lieutenant Commander Kevin Silveria utilized the dark red Antaran as a metaphor to put himself in the mental state of Theta-alpha – the mind state that allowed one to interface with the ANTARES psionic control interface. ANTARES (Accelerated Neural Transfer and Response System) was a method of merging the massive amounts of electronic data produced and gathered by a Veritech's combat computer with the natural senses of the pilot. The data influx was so great that it could literally overload the brain of a non-psionic pilot; thus, only psionic-capable individuals were allowed to operate an ANTARES-equipped mecha.
The VF-32 Hellstorm was the NDI Spacy's most advanced Veritech fighter to date. Designed and produced by Phoenix Aerospacy, the VF-32's primary advancements were in the area of advanced computer technology that could interface directly with a human psion's brain. The VF-32 was by far the most maneuverable fighter of its class ever to come off the assembly lines and it could outperform any fighter of similar class ever encountered. Very few of these advanced (and consequently, expensive) were produced – mostly because there were very few pilots that had the brain power to operate such a craft. Most of the pilots that could operate the VF-32 and its cousin, the VF-33 Fire Gryphon, were assigned to the 732nd Carrier Air Group, a.k.a. Striker.
Striker was the NDI Spacy's premier Special Forces unit that was tasked for deep strike operations inside hostile territory. Attached to the First NDI Spacy Fleet, Striker operated independently of traditional fleet command and was considered to be a discretionary asset of the Commander-in-Chief. Striker originally only consisted of a single Whirlwind carrier, the N.S.S. Constellation, and a few specially modified escorts. Now, Striker had been given a new Daishi super carrier and several Ramses strike carriers that greatly multiplied Striker's force projection capability. Elite pilots throughout the Spacy had been assigned to fill the ranks of the elite unit as front-line manned fighter units were replaced with XF-14, 15, and 18 fighter drones. The drones were preferable for main battle operations because they could be mass produced and the lives of the Spacy's most elite pilots would not be put at risk needlessly. Likewise, drones were not always adequate for deep strike operations that required superior human judgment and the Spacy decided to reserve its most elite forces for these roles.
The sun's intense red glow began to brighten inside of Silveria's mind and without warning, it suddenly burst and it was dark again. Slowly, he began to open his eyes, the interior of the N.S.S. Constellation's fore quick launch bay becoming visible to him. He couldn't see the interior of his VF-32 Hellstorm's cockpit; the information from the cockpit had deleted the inside of the cockpit from his field of vision so he could see 360-degrees around him during a combat situation. There was no flight yoke inside of the advanced space superiority fighter – Silveria could control every action of the mecha with his thoughts alone. ANTARES allowed a pilot to see—some suggested ‘feel' was more descriptive—radar, data, engine-performance readouts, weapons status, and flight data in his brain.
"You are cleared for launch Bravo-One,â€
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Act II: Cat and Mouse The large frame of the recently appointed Taisa, Zaitsev rested wearily in thought within the luxury of a human-crafted leather chair upon the GSS Shibata. Raising a burly, gnarled hand to the control panel before him, Zaitsev entered a few keys in to the panel, intending to send a hail of sorts to the Taisho Yui. Zaitsev remained as always rather informal about his duties, idly waiting for the appearance of the Taisho, he closed his eyes, expecting shortly to hear her voice questioning the purpose of his communication. While he waited, his eyes remained closed, head flopped against the squeeky surface of the leather chair.
"This is Taisho Yui of the GSS Philosophy, how can I help you?" The reply came.
Snapping his head forward quickly, Zaitsev offered a simple, though respectful nod of his head to his superior. "Greetings, Taisho Yui. I've some interesting news from Ayenee that I thought would best be brought to your attention before any decisions were made."
Yui leaned toward the screen, her smooth face lit by the floating layers of holographic maps that surrounded her. The cool yet cozy air of her new ship blew gently on it and her hair, causing the forest green strands to float and drift. She raised a familiar eyebrow. "What exactly do you speak of?" she asked, intrigued.
Smiling, the interest of Yui was clearly captured in these short transmissions, already. Turning softly in the squeeky chair, Zaitsev began his informal report. "I've been ferrying back and fourth from the KIF's fleets. I spoke with several representatives, including the ever so eccentric Commander Card. The KIF has proposed a formal Non-agression pact between it and the GSA. As well, they also offered an informal free trade option - Basically allowing the sale of goods from either system to the other to be accepted. I told the young Commander I would seek your opinion on the matters before responding to him." With that, Zaitsev wearily turned to face his monitor, unsure what to expect in response.
"I would like to see this pact." Yui said, wondering when the KIF would post it to Foreign Affairs. "This is an excellent step for both our peoples. You know I've always hoped to integrate the KIF into the GSA. I'm almost certain the treaty will be successful on our side, unless there is something I didn't think of...Is the KIF allied with the NDI at this time?"
Zaitsev gave thought to comment of the NDI. He hadn't had a chance to speak with them during his times in Ayenee. The NDI was a forboding organisation. Something he didn't enjoy the company of. "They're military allies. I don't know if they have a right of free-trade agreements, or anything other than the military alliance. Though, I suspect not."
"I see" Yui nodded. She didn't trust the NDi much either. "Very well, then. Would the KIF like to arrange a meeting sometime tommorrow?"
"Tomorrow they should be available for an official meeting." Pausing for a moment, Zaitsev added, "On to something else. They've moved four fleets in to umm...Zora...Zara...Zeran...That planet they're occupying. Intelligence also says they've begun heavy industrialization on the surface of the planet and in beneath the surface including very many military installations. Few city's have been erected. Furthermore, when I spoke with the blue-headed commander, he mentioned a 'tide of war' and going against it. What is to be made of the KIF's recent military actions? It appears as if they're setting a stronghold in Ayenee. I hope I'm wrong, but it appears they may intend to make an incursion in to ayenee space."
Yui let the information soak in for a few seconds and thought carefully over it before replying. "That is rather unexpected...I still don't know whether they would actually be planning such a move. Perhaps they are intending to expand in order to increase their resource base as we have been doing of late... But that implies they are defending against a threat... what threat?"
His reply came quickly and for a moment, during his words he'd wanted to stop. "I'm unsure. Though, there was a recorded stand-off between them and the local Ayenee forces. As well as an undocumented race that engaged in a brief skirmish with the NDI -- before being disposed of. Perhaps the KIF has more information about this alien force? Or maybe they've taken afront to the Ayenee force? I certainly hope neither is the case, while I am dubious of this 'Card' fellow - they gave me many trinkets that are akin to Human design." A broad smile spread across his lips at the mention of the trinkets, the ever-present squeek of his chair just one of the many.
"I think this alien force needs to be researched." Yui stated indirectly. It was obvious who she wanted to look into it.
"We've attempted to get as much information as we could of the Alien source that encountered the NDI - unfortunately little was left from the skirmish. All we could deduce was that they used rather - inferior technology. Relying primarily on ballistic weaponry."
Yui made a face "ooh." It was the kind of face people made when a hockey player gets slammed into the wall, or when their antique family clock is appraised for $1.50.
Zaitsev nodded with a soft chuckle. "Yes, needless to say their skirmish with the NDI, who by the way had the ASC and KIF close at hand was -- a pathetic and most diturbing sight."
"I take it the reason they haven't come back is because they are scrounging around for something that would be more...effective."
"Or perhaps their ego's are still bruised from being defeated by a force half their size, without managing to even scratch a single ship? I'm unsure, though one ship a capital class I believe, did manage to escape."
"If I had more ships in the area, I'd have attmepted to get an analysis of the wreckage, but alas, someone else has taken it already." Yui made a frownie face.
Zaitsev nodded solemnly. "Yes, I only managed a brief sweep of the wreckage with sensors before an ASC wreckage crew decided to clear it away. Quite unfortunate, I'm sure it would have provided interesting details in to their culture and methods." Zaitsev was tempted to sigh at that point, pondering what kind of fool went in to an alien system and opened fire. Adjusting the ragged brown fatigues he wore as casual wear, Zaitsev returned his gaze to Yui. "What should I be doing in the mean time in regards to everything in Ayenee?"
"Well, unless you see something of interest, you can hang out on the surface and get toasted and fellated in one of the many taverns." Yui joked wryly.
"You should be wearing your uniform." she added, noticing his brown outfit. "Or, at least, your rank pin. It's the law."
Zaitsev laughed heartilly at the mention of Ayenee's typical tavern scene. Waving a lightly bronzed hand he began, "Heh - I preferr sophisticated people, not drunken whores with no head on their shoulders. Ayenee is not my - cup of tea." Chuckling he noticed his uniform had been caught. Removing the rank pin from his pocket, he applied it to the brown, weathered tunic. "I will apply the rank pin, though I'm off-duty and these have had me rather reminiscent of home." Glancing over his shoulder, one of the Neko's onboard the Shibata wandered by who was notably off-duty, yet clad in the typical uniform. Zaitsev shrugged meagerly at the apparent up-staging by one of his lower-ranked soldiers.
Yui waved a chiding finger, "Off duty...an amusing concept. My crew is always GSA, and always ready to fight, no matter what hour it is." Spotting the neko go by in the background, she pointed her finger at the neko, then to him. "You're humping them, aren't you?" she accused.
Zaitsev's jaw dropped at the accusation of humping his crew. Straightening in to a more dignified position he spoke in a commanding, though rather slighted tone. "Of course not" Pausing he added softly, "...Well, not that anyway." His gaze was cast to the floor, as the accusation was close to accurate. He'd almost shared a bed with one of the crew, though he had somehow managed to regain his military composure.
Yui smiled sympathetically. "I know, nekos are extremely open and willing. I can't blame you. It's nothing wrong, I was simply curious."
Zaitsev gave a moments thought and hesitation before responding. "Truthfully, I have not crossed the erm -- professionalism border. I hope I can ward off any such ideas in the future, too. It is a challenge being the only one with a -- the only male on-board."
"I'm sure being a male captain must be rater difficult. they expect you to not only be like a father, but they seek to please you in those ways. As I said, you can let it happen, and indulge in the fruits of their admiration, so long as you let it remain clear who is the master." Yui said. "You and your crew should share a bond of trust."
"Yes, I realize it's rather customary for the GSA. However, I just don't feel comfortable with the concept at heart. Which is quite unfortunate for me. I can only imagine how many men would kill for this position and oppertunity." Pausing Zatisev added. "So I should sit tight on the Ayenee situation? Just wait it out?"
Yui almost was going to tell him to use what he was born with, and live it up. But she realized it was a personal and cultural thing for this man, and that he wasn't going to see such things as right until he actually made that descision for himself somewhere down the road after seeing too much neko to help himself. "Very well, Chujo Zaitsev," she sighed, resigned. His crew was probably disappointed. "Hang around Ayenee and look for signs of activity by any other forces, including the new aliens."
"Will do." Pausing he considered for a moment silently the crew on board and pondered exactly how much longer he could hold out. "I hope these forces prove to be less hostile than in their initial confrontation with the Nerimians. Though, I don't see it being a large problem - they couldn't even penetrate the Lightning shield array with several capital sized ships."
Yui giggled. There were a few telepathic nekos hanging around behind the Chujo now, intently listening in on his thoughts of making whoopee with them.
While Zaitsev had noticed the Neko's behind him, he hadn't been aware of any telepathy that had gone on. Turning his attention clearly to Yui, he added. "What shall I do about the NDI? We've made no official contact with them as of yet."
"Well, last time we offered them a peace treaty, they rejected it...but they didn't know anything about us. Perhaps we should hold off on diplomatic relations until soemthing happens. The 'A friend in need...' sort of thing. We should also look to get in touch with the enemies of the NDI...the Jaaqtah, and see what their agenda is. But no choosing sides or making promises at this point."
"Alright, Taisho. I'll keep all of these things in mind." Glancing over his shoulder to the two Neko's a brow arched at the visage of the two before he shook his head softly. "....Funny." All that he managed to say before turning his attention to Yui, again. "I always have my hands full, here..."
'Full of neko T&A' Yui silently thought, grinning. "Have a good night, Victor. It's good to hear from you again."
Zaitsev nodded shaking his head, guessing the thoughts in Yui's head. "Good night, Yui. Sweet dreams. It was nice speaking with you, hopefully we'll be in contact again shortly." Glancing at the neko's, then back to Yui, he added with a soft wink. "Now, I must reprimand my crew." A soft chuckle followed.
"Be gentle." Yui snickered.
"Where's the fun in that!?" He exclaimed with a smirk.
Yui just smiled widely. His screen switched to the GSA 1st Fleet logo briefly before returning to the starfield that hung over the war-scarred Ayenee Prime.
Turning from his command chair, Zaitsev glanced to the two Neko's who all too eagerly squeeled and ran off down the halls. Shaking his head Zaitsev would soon give chase in an ironically titled game of 'cat and mouse'.
JP
GSA no Taisa Victor Zaitsev
Commanding Officer, GSS Shibata (GD-116)
&
GSA no Taisho Kitsurugi Yui
Commanding Officer, GSS Philosophy (GD-117)
Edited by: Derran Tyler at: 2/21/03 9:16:57 pm
Derran Tyler
CINC-NDI
Posts: 79
(2/22/03 12:11 pm)
Act II, Scene 2: Chromium Red Sun of Antares The Antaran sun burned with the color of a chromium red. Lieutenant Commander Kevin Silveria utilized the dark red Antaran as a metaphor to put himself in the mental state of Theta-alpha – the mind state that allowed one to interface with the ANTARES psionic control interface. ANTARES (Accelerated Neural Transfer and Response System) was a method of merging the massive amounts of electronic data produced and gathered by a Veritech's combat computer with the natural senses of the pilot. The data influx was so great that it could literally overload the brain of a non-psionic pilot; thus, only psionic-capable individuals were allowed to operate an ANTARES-equipped mecha.
The VF-32 Hellstorm was the NDI Spacy's most advanced Veritech fighter to date. Designed and produced by Phoenix Aerospacy, the VF-32's primary advancements were in the area of advanced computer technology that could interface directly with a human psion's brain. The VF-32 was by far the most maneuverable fighter of its class ever to come off the assembly lines and it could outperform any fighter of similar class ever encountered. Very few of these advanced (and consequently, expensive) were produced – mostly because there were very few pilots that had the brain power to operate such a craft. Most of the pilots that could operate the VF-32 and its cousin, the VF-33 Fire Gryphon, were assigned to the 732nd Carrier Air Group, a.k.a. Striker.
Striker was the NDI Spacy's premier Special Forces unit that was tasked for deep strike operations inside hostile territory. Attached to the First NDI Spacy Fleet, Striker operated independently of traditional fleet command and was considered to be a discretionary asset of the Commander-in-Chief. Striker originally only consisted of a single Whirlwind carrier, the N.S.S. Constellation, and a few specially modified escorts. Now, Striker had been given a new Daishi super carrier and several Ramses strike carriers that greatly multiplied Striker's force projection capability. Elite pilots throughout the Spacy had been assigned to fill the ranks of the elite unit as front-line manned fighter units were replaced with XF-14, 15, and 18 fighter drones. The drones were preferable for main battle operations because they could be mass produced and the lives of the Spacy's most elite pilots would not be put at risk needlessly. Likewise, drones were not always adequate for deep strike operations that required superior human judgment and the Spacy decided to reserve its most elite forces for these roles.
The sun's intense red glow began to brighten inside of Silveria's mind and without warning, it suddenly burst and it was dark again. Slowly, he began to open his eyes, the interior of the N.S.S. Constellation's fore quick launch bay becoming visible to him. He couldn't see the interior of his VF-32 Hellstorm's cockpit; the information from the cockpit had deleted the inside of the cockpit from his field of vision so he could see 360-degrees around him during a combat situation. There was no flight yoke inside of the advanced space superiority fighter – Silveria could control every action of the mecha with his thoughts alone. ANTARES allowed a pilot to see—some suggested ‘feel' was more descriptive—radar, data, engine-performance readouts, weapons status, and flight data in his brain.
"You are cleared for launch Bravo-One,â€