Anna's promotion was in fact for pressure relief on the previous squad leader. Anna spent the next 3 years leading countless offensives in the Omega-5 system. Operating under the direct command of the Omega-5 Brigadegeneral, her desire to make more aggressive missions and offensives was shunned by a few words. Anna wasn't met with much respect from other pilots, most of the pilots she didn't frequently encounter ignored her solely based on her gender. Her squadron however, red squadron, showed her an extensive amount of respect as a leader. Anna was a brilliant pilot, and her conscience had completely faded in the face of combat. Anna turned unyielding, refusing to take prisoners or accept surrender from the Corsairs, or any foreigner unfortunate to cross paths with her in space. While most hated the constant sight of wounded soldiers and the redundancy of the Omega-5 campaign, Anna took pleasure in it. The adrenaline of combat and her skills met with the deaths of hundreds of Corsair pilots. Even with so many dead however, she was still unable to satisfy her unquenchable desire for revenge, she hadn't killed them all.
Realizing she could never kill so many people within her lifetime, she needed to move up in the ranks. Unfortunately, the Lieutenants nearby were quite greedy with their positions, everyone wanted to be seen as a larger figurehead in the Revolution. Knowing this, there was only one way for Anna to really "rank up", killing a Lieutenant and ensuring she would be the next to fill the spot.
Anna leaned back in her cockpit, relaxed, it seemed like any other day on patrol through the southeastern region of Omega-5. Anna flew about through the asteroids before seeing a number of contacts appear on her radar. Several friendly contacts were closing in towards her, fast. Guten abe- *Bang* she felt the the ship shake violently into an asteroid field. Being shot by friendlies? What the hell? Fuck. She turned the ship to the right, moving around an asteroid to take out one of the vessels. As she turned around the vessel was closing dead on the front of the asteroid. Anna hit the button to release a mine, the mine impacted with the asteroid, destroying two of the ships, and sending Anna's ship into another asteroid. Anna's head slammed into the sides of the cockpit like a pinball, she couldn't see and her ship was spinning out of control. Just as the ship slowed down in space, Anna could see the remaining fighter's callsign, it was a Hessian officer. Anna's hand reached for the comm's channel, before she could press down on the button, she went unconscious.
Anna opened her eyes, she was back home on Vogtland, in bed and undressed. She heard the sound of breathing very close behind her, she rolled over and looked. It was Florian, he was sound asleep, she knew she was either dead, or it was a dream. Florian? She muttered as he opened his eyes. Hmm? He replied, still half asleep. She was speechless, she didn't care that it was a dream. I love you, she moved over to kiss him. As she pressed her palm against his cheek she noticed blood on his shoulder, he started bleeding rapidly. I'm sorry he muttered as his head turned lifeless and fell against the pillow. No! No please not again. Before she could say anything else she snapped awake, she was laying in the infirmary on Ronneburg Base. She made a sad, heart-melted face, as a nurse turned towards her. She was in a slight state of shock from the nightmare, her eyes partially blue. Jesus you made it. You were barely alive when the response team picked your ship up. It was Freja, she and Anna had become -friends- to an extent, she didn't talk to her everyday, but Freja had seen more of Anna's insides than anyone else. Having stitched and operated on Anna's body more times than she could count, it wouldn't be a surprise if Freja had memorized the locations of Anna's major arteries and all of her veins. What happened? You've never been shot down before, everyone else flying with you has given you praise for being untouchable. Anna's face turned serious and cold, she glanced about the room for a second before exhaling. I was attacked by a Hessian officer and two of his guards. Freja's expression changed, she seemed interested, but not surprised in the slightest for whatever reason. Do you know who it was? She replied with curious tone. I't doesn't matter, because as soon as I can walk he's going to die. As she attempted to sit up her head began to throb and she could feel a violent pain in her neck. Don't move, your neck muscles are barely in check as it is, you're lucky you didn't get a concussion. Just some minor tissue damage from the shrapnel impacting your thigh. Anna laid back, frustrated. How long? She replied. Maybe a week and a half before you can walk, your neck should feel better in just a few days if you don't move too much. Anna didn't like the idea of laying in bed forever, but a week wasn't too long anyways. How bad is my ship? She muttered. I didn't see. Freja replied. Do you mind keeping this between us? Anna gave her a serious look, she didn't want anyone spoiling her plans. You've survived more combat wounds than anyone I've ever seen, you've killed more people here then most of the intelligence pilots that have come by. I'm not going to try and stop you from anything. Whatever, it could've been love or fear for all she cared, as long no one was in the way of her getting revenge.
By the way, who's Florian? Anna's eyes brightened up blue as her pulse began to spike out of anxiety. It was the first time she had a nightmare reminding her of Florian in a long time. No one. She forced herself to calm down, Florian was dead, there was no changing that. She couldn't wait years to blame herself for what happened.
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