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"HYAH!" Aion led the charge and aimed for any NGO fighter that came near him.
Target lock
Aim
Fire
A dozen Sparrow rockets ripped through the air like angry hornets, shredding through a fighter that had taken damage before.
Rolling out of the way of another fighter he took aim at one that crossed in front of his targeting reticule and opened fire.
Fighter after fighter went down.
Dodge, dive, sweep, spin, target, fire.
Aion cut through the NGO Drone fighters like a knife.
Enemy fire from 6 O'clock.
Dodge.
Enemy fire from 10 O'clock.
Grazed.
Shields down 24%.
Ascend to 50,000 meters.
He shot upward full throttle. He gritted his teeth as he could feel the G-force acting on his body, slightly lessened by G-Dampeners, a weaker version of G-Diffusers.
Enemy Fighters in pursuit.
Dive.
In an instant, Aion fired the bottom nose thrusters of his fighter and whipped around using gravity to his advantage.
He plummeted towards the oncoming fighters.
Faster than the eye could blink, he fired six warheads, which annihilated one of the four pursuing drones, and unleashed his guns on two others, taking them down with ease.
Then he utilized the Nova engine of his fighter.
In a flash, his fighter itself ripped through the remaining Drone fighter, cleaving it in two.
He readjusted his trajectory aiming for fighters that were about to attack from the right, but Joe took them down with his payload of warheads and heavy cannon fire.
"Nothing like some target practice, eh, Arrow?" Joe laughed like a maniac. "Gotta love these Drones!"
Regrouping, Aion and Joe flew in formation, destroying anything in their path. "You gotta wonder why they even use Drones." Aion responded as he took down another three weakened fighters.
"As thick as flies and ready to be swatted! WOOHOOO!" A fighter exploded at near pointblank range of Joe's forward cannons.
"How's your shields holdin?"
"With that last one, 73%. Yerself?"
"76%, got caught in crossfire."
"Hahaha! Not bad, not bad at all!"
"This is Transport Delta 8 to Silver Leader! Another Transport is inbound to our location!"
"What?"
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"I'M NOT GOING TO DIE TODAY!!!" Nero shouted as he pushed the throttle of the Transport to maximum. "HELLO BOYS! I'M HOOOOOOME!!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA!!!"
"Transport Delta 8 to Delta 9, What's your status?"
Nero opened the channel back to the other Transport, reaching past the actual pilot, who was tied up. "This is Transport Delta 9, everything is fiiiiiine~ We just needed to relieve our pilot of duty, since he didn't have the balls to charge headlong into this skirmish. Oh and tell Commander Sullivan, as Head Defense Coordinator, I WANT A RAISE! Kthx over n' out." And with that he slung back into the seat. "HA CHA CHA~!!!" he then began to maneuver wildly over to Transport 8. Everyone inside held on for dear life.
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Kiara stared wide eyed. "Oh gods save those poor people...how did Nero get in control of a transport?!"
"Who the hell, in the name of Venturia, is Nero?" Aion asked as he kept pace with the transport, effectively clearing a path to one of the nearby Zeta Carriers.
"I'll explain when we get out of this mess."
Nero's transport quickly managed to make it into the safety net that the Hunters had set with their formation. Aion shook his head. "Nero, is it? Are you even supposed to be flying that thing?"
"Hell naw~"
"Heh, fair enough." He then redirected his attention to the matter at hand. "We're almost to the Zeta Carrier. C'mon, ladies! One last push!"
"And we'll be in time for dinner!" Joe smiled broadly.
The Hunters and Transports hurtled forward to the Zeta carrier. A gunner saw the group and contacted the main hangars. "Oi! Get the hangars open! we got transports inbound!"
"Open the main hangar doors!" shouted one of the officers.
"BRACE FOR IMPACT!!!" Both Nero and the pilot of Transport Delta 8 threw on reverse thrusters in a mad attempt to slow their transports for the crash landing.
SCRAAASH!
First Delta 8 then Delta 9 skidded to a stop inside the hangars as Aion's squadrons broke off and reformed an escort formation for the Carrier.
"HUFF! HUFF! H-HEY!! NOT BAD FOR MY FIRST TIME FLYING ANYTHING, HUH?!?" Nero looked back at everyone onboard.
***
Fleeing the battle, The hunters successfully escorted the Zeta Carrier to the Alpha Division Fleet which was engaged with a fraction of the NGO fleet.
All of the fighters managed to land in the main Maverick hangar.
"Our first fight as Delta Division mercs." Joe said, finally catching his breath. "Shouldn't we go back out there and help?"
"No...not now." Aion then switched to the group channel. "All ships, status."
The squadrons made their report, all reported positive. Until...
"This is Gold Squadron...we lost Evan."
"What?! Evan?!? No-!"
"Dammit, Evan..."
"Those bastards got Evan..."
Aion closed his eyes and kept silent.
Joe saw him from where he was. "Arrow...this is war. You can't save everyone."
"I know..." Aion then addressed everyone again. "We lost one of our own today. A superb pilot and a close, and forever dear friend. All we can do now is honor him and his sacrifice to protect and ultimately save these two transports. He saved the lives of our own ,and those we don't even know."
"He died as a true Guardian of Helios."
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Venturia
Sol Inceneron
Near one of Inopia's moons
Ember landed her fighter in the base. The cockpit opened and she jumped out. She dusted her deep green jacket. The coattails jutted out slightly. She then looked up and saw Nhiome. her green eyes seemed to sparkle slightly as she walked towards him. In her mid thirties, Ember was tall and seemed to have a certain authority about her. across her lower back were two hand guns, slightly larger than most and modified with rapid fire capabilities. "So you're the little darling."
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Venturia
Celestora System
NGO Patrol Ship
"What...? Someone's tapping into the systems. Find the source!" The infantry began to organize themselves to break through the doors and proceed. They eventually set the charges and blasted through. "Spread out!"





