Kyoshiro9
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"Sounds simple enough..."
Alec responded to Atsui's plan. Mentally reviewing what he knew about the Vampire ships he pushed his Kawarime forward towards the Freighter. Figuring out where the Vampires came from was easy enough from him to deduce. Most likely pirates if anything. In a low traffic system at the edge of known space like Saiki it was hard to keep the peace. Coming out of a war the Empire was under staffed and forced to divert their supplies to many places. The Second Expeditionary Fleet had a hard time with both of those since its founding. With the war having finally wound down things hadn't gotten any easier. Pirates and other vagrants thrived in situations like these and Alec had no doubts in his mind these weren't the only ones operating in this system.
Mentally shaking his head and refocusing, Alec adjusted his grip on his controls while following the holographic display of the Vampires and the two small Clan ships. The different colors danced off of the front of his flight helm's visor, giving his face a slightly blue color.
Alec wanted to be scared, felt he should be scared. Yet a part of his mind began to detach from the fear, much like when he first learned to fly. It wasn't a lack of realizing the gravity of the situation, he was fully aware of the possible consequences . Well as aware as a rookie pilot could be any how. Rather it was an instinct that kicked in, an instinct that accepted the fear and forced his mind to rationalize around it. He could or could not die in this encounter, a fact that was even more real due to him not having a memory back up. His worrying over the possible consequences didn't change that. He had to push himself past it, to go through it because, because.....well he didn't know why. The reasoning that drove him some lost aspect of primal instinct that lacked any true logic. Only definable in the fact that he some how, in some way worked it out that it was the only way he could increase his chances of survival. It was what allowed him to be in the cockpit at that moment. Its what allowed him to excel at flight school, pushing himself harder and farther than everyone else. This strange, irrational reasoning that in order to survive he had to push himself farther. Take the fear, acknowledge it then push past it.
"Solitaire coming up on the Freighter now."
His eyes narrowed as he focused on the incoming Freighter. Finally the larger ship dwarfed most of Alec's visuals as he lead his fighter around it, letting his eyes and his ship's computer asses the damage.
Alec responded to Atsui's plan. Mentally reviewing what he knew about the Vampire ships he pushed his Kawarime forward towards the Freighter. Figuring out where the Vampires came from was easy enough from him to deduce. Most likely pirates if anything. In a low traffic system at the edge of known space like Saiki it was hard to keep the peace. Coming out of a war the Empire was under staffed and forced to divert their supplies to many places. The Second Expeditionary Fleet had a hard time with both of those since its founding. With the war having finally wound down things hadn't gotten any easier. Pirates and other vagrants thrived in situations like these and Alec had no doubts in his mind these weren't the only ones operating in this system.
Mentally shaking his head and refocusing, Alec adjusted his grip on his controls while following the holographic display of the Vampires and the two small Clan ships. The different colors danced off of the front of his flight helm's visor, giving his face a slightly blue color.
Alec wanted to be scared, felt he should be scared. Yet a part of his mind began to detach from the fear, much like when he first learned to fly. It wasn't a lack of realizing the gravity of the situation, he was fully aware of the possible consequences . Well as aware as a rookie pilot could be any how. Rather it was an instinct that kicked in, an instinct that accepted the fear and forced his mind to rationalize around it. He could or could not die in this encounter, a fact that was even more real due to him not having a memory back up. His worrying over the possible consequences didn't change that. He had to push himself past it, to go through it because, because.....well he didn't know why. The reasoning that drove him some lost aspect of primal instinct that lacked any true logic. Only definable in the fact that he some how, in some way worked it out that it was the only way he could increase his chances of survival. It was what allowed him to be in the cockpit at that moment. Its what allowed him to excel at flight school, pushing himself harder and farther than everyone else. This strange, irrational reasoning that in order to survive he had to push himself farther. Take the fear, acknowledge it then push past it.
"Solitaire coming up on the Freighter now."
His eyes narrowed as he focused on the incoming Freighter. Finally the larger ship dwarfed most of Alec's visuals as he lead his fighter around it, letting his eyes and his ship's computer asses the damage.