NMX Space
"Okay, Marco. Just ease her along."
"Just ease your mouth shut, Kudou, yeah?"
"I'm just saying. I don't want to end up dusted."
"I'm just saying I know this bird like she's my old lady. Relax."
"How can you tell me to relax? You're the one going through a womrhole with no SPINE interface."
"Exactly. No fancy computers to mess with my flying."
"Its official. I'm going to die."
"Not in my - crap!"
Marco pulled "down" as he saw what was happening ahead of him when he came out of the tunnel, with two other fighters nearly colliding with one another by flying canopy-to-canopy. He managed to fly well under the possible disaster waiting to happen, Kudou swearing and asking for the protection of some god-like being or his ancestors or - something (Marco didn't really know). With one disaster averted and sweat running down his brow from an - interesting flight experience, the Nepleslian went through the checklist on his end of things, while the EWO in back closed his eyes and set about doing the same through SPINE. Weapons, shields, and systems all being brought up to operational levels after the flight through the wormhole. Among the list of weapons registered as active for the ship? Marco grinned and keyed his radio.
"Ma'am, this is Wing-93." He fell into formation with their unit leader, tailing well behind her as he did on their way to the NMX vessel, "I've got a little present for the squids. A Z1 that can help bust their shield, and another for the hull."
Of course he didn't get an answer right away. She was busy strafing the enemy and peeling off. He'd tailed behind her just enough that as turrets began to trail her, he lined up, and opened up with aether cannon fire sweeping their positions and hopefully doing more than just killing their point-defense if he was lucky.
"So give us the word and we'll let them loose, ma'am." It was Kudou that time.
"Yeah, what the bookworm said." Marco chuckled.