Launch Bay
Errowyn did herfinal checks and looked at the Launch control room, giving them a thumps up and braced herself for the launch to catapult her out into space. Just as she felt the fist shove, she ignited her aether thrust at full burn, hurling her Kawarine into the blackness of space. She flew in a straight line from the Heiten to a safe distance, eye on the threat indicator.
Space
She maneuvered around to visiualy spot the others being launched. Seeing the others, joined up with them, getting a good look at her home in space. YSS Heiten. It may not look as sleek as the gunship or the big battle ship. It was home. And beautiful to her.
Errowyn was quiet as she flew her fighter, as she kept alert for any stray NMX ships. She looked at the mission flight path, the rendezvious point with the shuttle. She had her back-up done during the medicals she went through as the rest of the team had R&R. Life was like that at times.
She hoped that Anna, Silac, Elisto and those that were on the shuttle be okay and that lady luck would keep them safe and successful. As for the rest of the 21rt? That was the question. Full of newcomers, it scared her silly if she dwelled on it to long. She wished Solataire was leading this mission. Or Hunter. But they had moved on to better assignments or did they?
She thought of buzzing the bridge to at least hear Solataire voice giving her a chewing out or Hunter worrying about her. She felt accepted when she heard Hunter coming back with the squad to help protect her after she used the NMX ship as a practice landing/take off maneuver.
Even this new Kawarime she had got, seamed to be testing her or was it nerves? She wished it was the old 0053 with it's heavily patched hull, sabertooth tiger head half scorched from enemy hits. She could make that move. But then She cut her teeth on it from the Yamato as it was her first ship she got blooded in.
It felt good to have her ground crew chief yelling at her about the condition of her fighter. It became a ritual each time she went out. Which brought her back to reality of chosing her tactics for this run. This was different, not like the usual hit & runs with swarms of fighters duking it out and part of a fleet of bigger ships involved in the fightings. This was way different. Small Aerospace crafts taking on a shipyard with unknown numbers of all sizes of ships. Not to mention the base itself which had even more weapons to join in the fray.
Errowyn mind was a billion light years away, yet her kawarime flew with precision of an expert within her flight squadron as if she was performing for the Empress herself there watching her perform.
Eyes and mind through the SPINE Interface kept an eye on the Kawarime. No glitches, everything was in the green and good. Munition armed and hot, waiting to be released to do their job. Shields were ready and on standby. She came very focused as she was assigned no wingman nor was she assigned to someone elses wingman. Did the new Squad Leader Blade forget? Should she remind her?
Errowyn looked at the tactical display at the squadron of her fellow fighters. Were they just as scared as she was? Or eager to prove themselves to the veterans of the 21st. Was she a veteran? They didn't know of her style of combat as she didn't know their's. Dang Daisy training and the stupid medical she had to go through. At least she would have had time to get a feel of them and her.
But even when she was with the squadron during offtimes, she kept quiet and observed them. Would she be the same after this foray into battle? Who would come back and who wouldn't?
The age old questions ripped through her mind as it did the billion that came before her. Will she be the one who let everyone down? Will she be vaporized the moment of truth? Or take as many out as possible as she took the long walk into the unknown? Or run like coward in the face of overwhelming odds?
Errowyn killed all coms of her Kawarime, except the IFF Beacon that marked her Kawarime zipping towards destiny. She screamed loudly and hard to drive the demons from her system, causing her Kawarime to shoot ahead of the rest of the Squadron while she screamed in fustration at the unanswered questions, her shortcomings and doupts that flooded her psychie. She was a warmachine and they dont have doupts! She was an ace pilot! Yet she still screamed herself hoarse and then some. Was the pendleum swinging the other way for her into realizing there was more than just being the fearless Hellcat who used NMX Battleships to practice landings and takeoffs along their sides? Was her radiation poisoning finally catching up to her that she was defective, but still allowed her for this one final mission?
~~sister it is your time to return to us~~ Ghost of her dead sisters who didn't have a chance like she did, whispered their insidious messages to her. It was a good thing there was no flight medic in this group or they would be flipping out over her, even though her biometrics were being transmitted back to Heiten. ~~you're going to die hidiously and get the rest of your squadron killed also all because of your greed in rescuing what is already dead!~~
Her Kawarime wobbled a bit as it streaked towards the rendezvious point with the shuttle. She screamed one last time but it came out as a croak, something unpleasant, as she regained control of her Kawarime. Was she a nutcase? Who knew? But she still had a job to do...