:: Lucky Hand ; Gunboat ::
Errowyn tapped into the coms of both the fighters of the 21st and the Gunboat wing. She held her positions wanting to bring the gunboats to full power and go charging in with gunblazing. But she restrained herself and became more familiar with the gunboat quirks and manuever capibility. waiting for the command to begin the bombing run on the NMX Space platform, the last line of defence for the system. Then it would be the ground troops to begin clearing out the rest from the planets.
Errowyn hated doing bombing runs as you had to stay on course, like a train on it's tracks. A big dumb moving target with a deadly payload and this took nerves of steel. She wrinkled her nose as her ears flattened, eyes narrowing.
Flashback
"...can't be wobbling all over the sky dodging every bolt of energy coming towards you or the flak of exploding ordanance around you. That is why gunboats are bigger to carry more shielding and crew. Each of them has a job to do and expecting you to do your job in riding the wire right to the target with the payload to be delievered...."
She still had gotten low marks, barely passing attack/bombing runs cause she would jerk her ship all over the sky to avoid the incoming fire towards her ship as it streaked towards the target. Her payload hitting the target, but not dead center where it would do the most damage.
She could feel the Icy tough of death upon the back of her neck, wanting to scream. Was she a coward and flinch, depriving the ship the most accurate strike possible for maxuim damage. She was no coward when it was just her and her fighter against all weird odds.
Time seamed to expand, seconds turn into minutes as minutes turned into hours into eternity. She was watching the squadron increase to battle speed, one less in their formation. Finding the gunship abit boring and wanting to be out in the mix, ship vrs ship. Now she had passengers aboard depending on each other skills to get the job done as a team.
Errowyn sighed feeling the age old adreneline begin to flow once more, making her purrrrr turn into a low growl that could mean anything, softly. She kept her gunboat on it true assigned course for this engagement, then it would hopefully, be back to the big carrier ship