Reynolds
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"Taiyou-Chusa, we have a...uh...situation in the Hangar. Directing the feed to you now." A subordinate spoke up inside of Hoshi's head as the message was routed through the ship for her to receive digitally. A moment later, a volumetric screen appeared floating near one wall of the corridor near the airlock, the video feed starting up a moment later. Along with the audio. Plenty of audio.
YSS Imperator, Hangar Bay
LET'S FLY
Across the night sky
LET'S ROCK
And we'll never stop
As long as we have love
Once Ayane had finished inspecting and appreciating her assigned fighter, the announcement bringing her back to reality, she realized there was some sort of disturbance on the other sight of the Hangar. A small crowd was gathered around a certain group of vehicles. Some were crew members, others seemed to be civilians...with cameras? She realized, along with the noise of work and conversation, there was music coming from within the crowd. Loud, somewhat familiar music.
LET'S FIGHT
For what we know is right
LET'S DREAM
If we work as a team
I know we'll rise above
If Ayane was curious enough to move closer to investigate, she'd observe the same scene that was being sent to the Chusa's display. A trio of garishly painted fighters, a Nodachi and two Hayabusa, blaring pop music from speakers as custom (and as loud) as the paint jobs. The crowd was focused on the Nodachi, or at least its pilot. Who was currently stretched out on top of the craft. And wearing a bikini.
If you listen to my heart!
(MY HEART)
Then you'll learn to cross your heart!
(YOUR HEART)
And with a heart shaped crossfire
We'll unleash our desire
Totsugeki FIRE!
"Truly Venus here, reporting for duty~!" The Neko with the positively voluminous hair smiled and flashed a peace sign to the cameras, blowing a kiss towards the Chusa's view, once she'd realized the Imperator itself was also recording her impromptu photo shoot. "I'm so totally thrilled to be your new CAG!" "Like, totally!" A mini with blue hair zipped into view, waving excitedly at the crowd, a huge smile on her face. Another mini, with red hair and a shocking mohawk, soon floated into view as well, looking more reserved. Both were wearing flight suits, as garishly decorated as the two Hayabusa that likely belonged to them.
YSS Imperator, Hangar Bay
LET'S FLY
Across the night sky
LET'S ROCK
And we'll never stop
As long as we have love
Once Ayane had finished inspecting and appreciating her assigned fighter, the announcement bringing her back to reality, she realized there was some sort of disturbance on the other sight of the Hangar. A small crowd was gathered around a certain group of vehicles. Some were crew members, others seemed to be civilians...with cameras? She realized, along with the noise of work and conversation, there was music coming from within the crowd. Loud, somewhat familiar music.
LET'S FIGHT
For what we know is right
LET'S DREAM
If we work as a team
I know we'll rise above
If Ayane was curious enough to move closer to investigate, she'd observe the same scene that was being sent to the Chusa's display. A trio of garishly painted fighters, a Nodachi and two Hayabusa, blaring pop music from speakers as custom (and as loud) as the paint jobs. The crowd was focused on the Nodachi, or at least its pilot. Who was currently stretched out on top of the craft. And wearing a bikini.
If you listen to my heart!
(MY HEART)
Then you'll learn to cross your heart!
(YOUR HEART)
And with a heart shaped crossfire
We'll unleash our desire
Totsugeki FIRE!
"Truly Venus here, reporting for duty~!" The Neko with the positively voluminous hair smiled and flashed a peace sign to the cameras, blowing a kiss towards the Chusa's view, once she'd realized the Imperator itself was also recording her impromptu photo shoot. "I'm so totally thrilled to be your new CAG!" "Like, totally!" A mini with blue hair zipped into view, waving excitedly at the crowd, a huge smile on her face. Another mini, with red hair and a shocking mohawk, soon floated into view as well, looking more reserved. Both were wearing flight suits, as garishly decorated as the two Hayabusa that likely belonged to them.