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RP [SAINT] The Star Called Nowhere

Half of fourteen and thirteen followed close on the tail of Zan and Miko's Super Kawarime. Eleven and twelve, on the other hand, were spread in wide swathed across the field of space-based storm. Chusa Kamikaze had taken a more insane route than Zan and Miko and some of the pockets had closed behind her or been too slim for those following.

"You're taking notes on who's just as deranged as you are, aren't you?" Tsubei Kyoka said, a lilting tone to her question.

"More like who to promote," Kamikaze replied as she exited the field with a thrust towards their destination planet.

"Zanven's squadrons got by without a problem," Tsubei noted. "Maybe them?"

"Are you saying he's a better leader than me?" Kamikaze asked, though teasing tone was obvious. She knew how much leadership meant to Kyoka and how Kamikaze's style of such wasn't always the prim Taii's preference.

The Chusa growled into comms to Miko and Zan, "Approaching the planet. Seems my map blew away with my clothes. Help me out and lead us in, boys."
Once they were about to make their pass through there was that tension, but once they set course he was on his comms back to Miko with a chuckle. "Don't you fucking dare strip down here, you will have plenty of time to do that back at the ship...plus there will be more people than just me in your vicinity." He said jokingly as he said he was making the meal. "I did not expect any different on that." He said as he idled there as checked on the rest of the squadron as they made their way through the windows.

Kamikaze and the others were nimble as well as they seemed to move through with minimal damage, there were a few that sustained heavier damage just because of how the routes worked, but they all made it...so far. Miko made the wisecrack about losing the clothes and then spoke about how that was the least of their problems. "The pockets are an anomaly that we can give to the R&D teams for SAINT...for now, all we can just recalculate and move as we can. You did well, don't worry." He said as he moved towards the rendezvous point as the others caught up. Miko then spoke up, hailing Kamikaze as Zanven waited for an answer which came in with a little more gruff toneage than before. She explained that her map was gone with her clothes and instructed Zanven and Miko to take them all in.

Zanven chuckled as he chimed in moving forward to the lead position, "Alright you all heard her, follow my lead and let us take the ships in for our survey once we are in. Remember mission parameters, and continue to use the electronics suite provided so we can stay invisible, we are here to get the place mapped out as much as possible...without further delay, here we go!" He said before setting his ship as a leader on the Heads Up Display for all of the squadrons to see before he engaged the throttle and made his move towards the planet's atmosphere.
Miko gave a reply back to Kamikaze. "Copy that, though this implies you wasn't naked to start with since I know how neko do enjoy a nice volumetric projection." He said with a chuckle. "Either way, if your clothes can't be found, I always keep a spare apron in my pack just in case." He sent over an emoji wink to her.

"Lets go, take us in and show these Saint why we got selected for this mission. Sometimes its better to be lucky than good and I feel we got a six leaf clover on our side today." He started to type out on his navigation a possible route for them to take. So far sensors did not seem to be picking up anything out of place. Though he figured there must be something around here.
Kamikaze laughed heartily, "I like them!"

Tsubei countered, "You like playing with your food too much."

What the pair really wanted was to hang back and collect the readings from the four squadrons, focusing their minds on the data and less on leading the troops. Sure there were some veteran SAINT operatives and fighter pilots to pick from, but these young bucks wouls surely keep the old salts on their toes while the curio squad got to work.

What Miko led them to was a beautiful planet, though getting out of the well and into atmosphere was hotter than expected. Nothing a bit of throttling back couldn't account for. Balcora was resplendent with magnificently deep eddies etched into its terrain that from above looked like the calculated splattering of paint by an abstract expressionist across the landscape. The deep cavernous etchings were contrasted with the varying pale hues of the terrain alongside it. Pinks of some flowering plant far from them and the dusty beige of the sandy dirt they rooted in were met with sporadic ichor greens of thin forests that sprouted along the waning rivers. The oceans bisected the continents, of which the pilots could only see three alongside the ice caps on either pole. Balcora's sun, some 40 million miles from the planet, was a cool red dwarf whose luminosity wouldn't have supported much life if not for the nearness of it. As such, it hung like pinprick in the slate blue celestial tapestry above Balcora. As they descended, the sun tucked closer to the horizon as it prepared to shed its minimal warmth on the other side of the planet.

As they approached further, their stealth systems embraced their ships as their sensors began groping outwards searchingly. From the rear, Kamikaze wondered which sensors the lead ship, Zan and Miko's, would begin detecting with first.