After managing to sleep for just a few hours in her bunk with some of the other female soldiers, Anna woke up to the sound of roar footsteps outside their room and above. Several pilots were dashing towards their ships, prepping them. Anna quickly threw on her flight suit, as she was getting dressed one of the officers spoke over the intercom. Pilots to your stations! Prepare your vessels, zhe attack will commence in 2 hours time! The sound of his voice woke up everyone else in the room, Anna walked outside into the hall towards the elevator. Several other pilots rushed by her holding their gear, and some officers ran by with documents in hand. Anna walked in the elevator, slightly drowsy still, all of the other men in the elevator looked at her with disgusted faces. Anna didn't really pay much attention back to them, they all had more important things to think about than a woman flying alongside them. As she exited the elevator she glanced over at her Sabre, which was still just fine, no one had tried to steal any parts or components luckily. Anna pulled out a clipboard, paper, and pencil. In the paper had a checklist her father taught her to use whenever prepping the ship. The Hessian engineers were thorough, but she still preferred to go through everything herself. After about 30 minutes of inspecting the ship she knew it was ready. She turned on the engines and warmed them up, the weapon systems appeared to be just fine. Her ship was loaded with mines and cruise disruptors, though Anna wasn't fond of the idea of using high radius explosives in a fighter. If someone hit a stray mine with the ships shields down, she'd be finished.
Anna sat inside to cockpit, her helmet on. She was sweating and angry, about ten minutes before hand her squadron leader contacted her and the rest of her squadron on a private comms channel. This is Red-1, red squadron check in now. The squadron members spoke up in order. Red 2 standing by. Red-3 standing by. Red 4 standing by. Red 5 standing by. Red 6 standing by. She spoke up with a casual tone. Red 7 standing by. After all the squadrons checked in there was silence on both the private and open comms. "5 minutes" the commanding officer muttered over the private comms. A red light went on in the hangar bay, and the hangar bay doors came open, after a few seconds the light turned green. RED SQUADRON LAUNCH AND FORM UP ON ME. A horde of Sabres and Odins launched from Ronneburg swimming through the asteroid field like a school of fish in the sea. Anna was sweating, her bright blue eyes were a result of both the anxiety and the anger rushing through her veins.
As the fighter wings emerged from the minefield and into the open space, the rock like asteroids turned to chunks of shrapnel and destroyed fighters. Corsair fighters dead ahead, Red Squadron, break formation and engage. Anna dove down beneath the fighter wing, as the Corsair fighters closed in to clash with the vast amount of Hessian fighters.
For you mama. Anna closed in on the Corsair fighters from below.
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