Objective 1: Blue the spectator's minds - Blue Team
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Maynard Treicolt
Playing in the cockpit - Go team!
If it weren't for her instruments, it'd be easy to get lost in the clouds. Doubly so given the general lack of visibility so common among this series of starfighters -- something she quickly found out, thanks to Frank's rapid indexing. They weren't among the stars now, however. Instead, below her, a formation of three as a spear flew along, one eye on the skies and another on their sensors as they hunted their quarry.
Two kilometers above them, Loske flew alone, performing the function of overwatch. Sensors would pick up the blue-marked ships below her, and once battle was engaged, she'd swoop down to pick off those more focused on their targets than they needed to be. It wasn't a textbook formation, but it wasn't uncommon to lay bait in military plans.
It'd taken some quick maneuvering to get up here quicker than the red team - sacrificing their familiarity with the ship's controls for gaining familiarity with the skies. Rocketing to the heights of the clouds, she'd kicked it off with a showoff maneuver of an ascending spiral, which a few of her teammates followed - only for the benefit of the folks below.
Now, high above the city's reach, she was spending the time necessary to get an understanding of what she was working with. She'd never flown this sort of ship before. Most of the systems were pretty analogous to other star fighters, she only noted compromises in the
Gala Fighter Mk II's defences, which wouldn't pose too great a threat given the precautions and modifications made to make their blasters basically as effective as spattering paint on their rivals.
Somewhere, an opposing flight of star fighters were likely doing something similar to what her team, though she imagined they'd keep their four fighters in formation or split them into two flights of two. The comms were particularly silent, though it had only been a few minutes, and she broke through with a
"We seeing red yet?"
"Negative, blue."
It was beyond serendipitous her callsign aligned with her team's hue.
"Give 'em a little direction would you, three? Remind them the skies are blue for a reason."
The response sounded amused.
"Copy that."
On that instant, the comms of the red team would be intercepted with an obnoxious flash of blue
and a snippet of a song -- only managing to establish the interference override for about five seconds.
Avo
and his latest padawan,
Ryv
, have managed to bring the planet into the fold under oath the Alliance stands side-by-side with the peoples of Kaikielius in times of strife. As such, great festivities have been planned and enacted in honor of the planet entering the fold. Parades march through the city streets, and music can be heard from all corners of the capital city, Kesipli. Far above the planet's surface, the Core Federation Armed Forces have taken to the sky in hopes of impressing the peoples of Kaikielius further with a series of wargames hosted by the Royal Allied Starfighter Corps. In a galaxy rich with chaos, death, and despair, there's nothing wrong with taking your opportunity to sit back, relax, and have a good time.
